Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
"I went to the school library and got a book question and answers which only discussed evolution viewpoint. If I toss the book I can get a new one for the school, with creation included. Is it ethical to toss the book? I don't want my kids learning evolution is the only way, at school, this will confuse them!"
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
What I've kept with me and what I've thrown away
Don't know where the hell I've ended up on this glaring, random day
Were the things I really cared about just left along the way
For being too pent up and proud
Woke up way too late feeling hung over and old
The sun was shining bright and I walked barefoot down the road
Started thinking about my old man
It seems that all men wanna get into a car and go
Here I stand - sad and free
I can't cry and I can't see
What I've done
God, what have I done?
Don't you know I'm numb, man, no I cant feel a thing at all
cause it's all smiles and business these days
And I'm indifferent to the loss
I've faith that there's a soul somewhere who's leading me around
I wonder if she knows which way is down.
I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
It evaporated. . .see?
Blind man on a canyons edge of a panoramic scene
Or maybe Im a kite that's flying high and random dangling on a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room head on a strangers knee
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Stay away, you'll cut your feet on these jagged shards.
Stay close, and you'll dangle on the branches
I'll wait for another word from the bard,
But I'll die before I take my chances.
Off the wall in a million pieces,
I could just lay here.
I'm stuck in the creases,
Could I just stay here?
Stay away, you write your songs of love.
Stay close, and I'll sing them for the crowds.
I'll try my hand, I might meet you above
But I'll fly and fear I'd never come back down.
Off the wall in a million pieces
I lay after the plunge.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't lift me back up
But maybe the king himself....
(c) Mel Muscarella 07/09 (so don't steal my stuff, k?)
Not quite finished yet. This was an exercise in rhyming, which Cara can seem to do better than I can, and also kind of helped me put to words where I seem to be spiritually speaking. Even if nothing else comes of it, it was at the least cathartic.