PARTS OF THE WHOLE

Spending time in the physical
Someone is bound to get bored
See a child riding a bicycle
Grown men playing shuffleboard

Highways, airports, expensive arts
A world of cars and garages
Countless names for infinite parts
Connected as intertwined collages

Salt and pepper and ketchup bottles
Security guards on midnight patrol
Ignition keys, headlights and throttles
Separated, yet parts of the whole

Bottle of wine makes you feel fine
Wake up in the morning hungover
Drive to work and stop at a sign
No time to stop, and think it over

Anyway, what more can I say?
Who tries to understand it now?
Anyone saying a prayer to pray
For answers to why and how?

Sometimes I wonder, and I wonder
Shake it up and wonder some more
I feel the rain and hear the thunder
Cold and wet, knocking on the door

Blackbird in a leafless tree
Pondering everything below
Can anyone see more than he?
He glides on wind that blows

IF I DIED

If I died some years ago
My soul was ready, it did seem
But if today I was to go
I’d go unaware of life’s scheme

Once I was sure I knew happiness
And it grew stronger and stronger
But now I am sure of less and less
And seem to be growing no longer

Depression comes in the wake of ascension
Of a rising soul in its yearning
Testing its strength in the human tension
Trying the validity of its learning

Many thoughts return from the past
Reliving the gamut of pain
The taste of heaven does not last
Only confusion does remain

If the search for truth be eternal
Then truth is not to be found
The search itself is infernal
Nothing in life is profound

BABY IN A WELL

The newspaper and television news
Make you happy or create the blues
A baby fell into a well yesterday
She was saved and okay they say

There are babies starving far away
Accidents happening every day
Emotions are greatly stimulated
Events on a screen are simulated

The media creates hate or love
For people personally known not of
An illusion to fill our time and space
To quietly keep us in our place