A Giant Hole

All this while I never knew
The giant hole I’m into
Cover of darkness all around
No way to go. Up or down?
Left or right? Or straight across?
How eyes can guide when faith is lost?
Because I was resting in your lap
No noise could bother me, my nap
No light did touch me when I slept
No harm did try to have me wept
No darkness ever greeted my eyes
Except for the shade of paradise
Now you’re gone and I have found
No place to sleep on thorny ground
No sword to fight my war for me
No shield to save, no armoury
The only comfort in this hole
Your memory makes it beautiful

The Roof Is Leaking

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
Now that the cover is gone
The roof has holes
Oh so many holes
Couldn’t see when the cover was on

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
The roof will be breaking soon
Soon there will be
No roof to see
Nothing between me and the moon

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
The house will be flooded now
The water contains
So many complaints
Reaching up to my brow

The roof is leaking
The roof is leaking
Bringing end to all frowning
All that I know
Is everyone must go
Now time for my drowning

Next Month It’s My Birthday

I have counted every day
Ever since you left our way
Four hundred and forty four today
Next month it’s my birthday
The second without you

It is harder to keep sane
With the growing aches and pains
But who am I to complain?
Next month it’s my birthday
The second without you

There are so many things to do
So many mountains to get through
How I wish you were here too!
Next month it’s my birthday
My second without you

My Genie

Everything that I needed
My genie used to do
Though I never wished it
No words were spoken too

All my wants and wishes
My genie understood
What is right for me and not
What is bad and what is good

It’s like the genie read my mind
Better than even me
No word could correctly describe
The greatness of Genie

Search her in the heavens
Snatch her from God’s lap for me
I am nothing without her here
Nothing without my genie

Oh My Eyes Have Seen It All

Oh my eyes have seen it all
The rise of tumour, an angel fall
The jolt that runs when heavens call
The anguish of a crying soul
Oh my eyes have seen it all

Oh my lungs have breathed in
The vicious smoke from burnin’
Down the monster who dwells within
A place that’s had no joy or sin
Oh my lungs have breathed thin

Oh my heart has felt a war
On the cold concrete floor
The agony in a hapless roar
For the opening of a door
Oh my heart could feel no more

You Taught Me

You taught me how to speak and talk
You taught me how to be
You taught me how to run and walk
You taught me who is me

You taught me how to earn my bread
The strength of a human mind
You taught me what to take ahead
And what to leave behind

You taught me how to keep my faith
Find hope in the heavens above
You taught me how to wipe out hate
Put all my trust in love

You taught me how must one transact
You taught me discipline
You taught me how I must react
In failure and in win

You taught me how to see the rain
How to feel it with my eyes
You taught me how to bear my pain
You taught me sacrifice

You taught me what is right and real
You taught me what to give
You taught me how to breathe and feel
You taught me how to live

Can Men Make Water?

Pretty river flowing calmly
With water bright blue
Reflecting sunlight so warmly
For me and for you
Offering everything we need
Nothing for her own
Stupid mortals made of greed
Contaminated her throne
Crying, raging against it all
Sometimes with a storm
Only thing that did befall —
Disintegration of form
Bright blue water soon turned
Grey and smelt of dirt
Slowly inside the river burned
With grief, pain, hurt
The Sun God couldn’t stand
Stupidity of Man
So he raged o’er the land
Drying the water can
All the folks were left high and low
Without, t’was nothing else
Now there was nowhere to go
Can Men make water themselves?

Whisper To Me

Who is right? Who is wrong?
Do you happen to know what’s true?
There’s just so much going on
I really don’t know what to do
How did you keep it all in place?
Without ever filing a ‘plaint
Look at the ugly, crying face
That this house does paint
Should I go seeking who is right?
Should I just let it be?
In the dark despair of this night
Come down and whisper to me