BITTERNESS: THE WORLD THAT GOD FORGOT

What kind of God, as He is called by some
Left the world and left the world into
Our very hands in His infinite wisdom.
God has more faith in us than I do.

Seems we humans botch things so badly
And we’re all so slow to learn and grow
I look around this broken world so sadly
And wonder how God just leaves it all so

We are the arbiters that that bring salvation
This world that God created and forgot
This world, this mess, this, our own creation
Isn’t God’s fault.  We got us where we got

God trusted us with more than I would have
And left us to manage—made us manage
Hoped we would care about each other, love
Manage creation, each other, our age

God has more hope for us than I do
Yet here we are we are our own future
We serve ourselves and so deserve our due
God sees all, sees us and knows us, too
Knows we are the sickness and the cure

God has more faith in us than I do.

OUT THERE

What do you do with time

We shared, when we are no longer we

Those memories of us, photos of us

Places we went together

Time when we shared when we were we

 

How does an individual repair trust?

Broken trust, broken heart

What does an individual do with broken love

Innocence lost, admiring, trusting innocence

Echoes of expulsion from the Garden

 

I can hear blues even in The Ode to Joy

Guess I won’t be happy for a while

There is redemption with God,

Peace in religious systems

If feeling better isn’t cheating

 

I try not to get mad at everybody

They have done nothing to me

But from this place, place of downcast dour

I can’t find equanimity, the civil speech

I must maintain with everybody

 

And so I wait in the darkness

Without hope, for hope would be for the wrong thing

Without will, for desire would be misplaced

There is only the waiting and the darkness

Which shall be the darkness of God

BEYOND BLUES

It happened again

Then is it passion cancelled?

Avocation termination?

I once was a musician

Can I fight through

The shakes, the uncontrollable shakes

It isn’t just nerves

It started with

My psychotic break

Broken, I’ve lost my confidence

It hurts to perform, not to perform

It used to be such a thrill

They all said it sounded good tonight

My friend said he noticed me shake

Did the audience?

As I started the song I wanted to stop

Run away

But the show had to go on

The song I was in the middle of

So I shook through it

Agony

Do I continue to fight through it every time?

Or is it over?

A man’s complaint in

A universe

Sown in corruption

And what have I to do with thee?

It is my song

Solo

Lyrics carved in my regret

Beyond blues, I sing these words