Vision+Voice

I’m from the white dining table, the paint fading away over time,
From the yellow dresser and the chandelier I always wanted to touch,
I am from a castle as tall as the sky, pillars touching the clouds,
And the bright light shining through the dull windows,

I am from the mighty oak tree, still standing after all these years
Whose limbs are like hands reaching down around me,

I am from my stuffy I slept with every night and my bed that has helped me drift into sleep,

From Schieck and Casteneda,

I am from laughter and kindness

From never giving up

I am from fun Saturday nights together, eating our desserts and watching movies

These are moments in my life I never want to forget.

The fog so dense that thy hawk’s eye can not see
The frog jumps through breathlessly
The trees bow down in amazement

For they have stood there all there life
And have never seen a soul brave enough
To conquer the fog of the swamp
With none but there bare hands

Of thee I sing,
through the hardy mangrove that protects the swamp and
It’s infamous fog coating the trees that bow their heads
Of thee I sing, of thee I sing.

They call us crazy
They call us insane
They call us ridiculous
They call us amazing
They call us beautiful
They call us too much

They call us so many, many things but,
We will make our own names and we will stand up for
our OWN selves because this is a world where we are
STRONG. AMAZING. FREE!

I look out through the pink clouds of the sunset
But then I look farther into the sea where I see something my eyes
Don’t want to see… a very sad horrible future where the ocean is a dump yard as brown as wood all creatures are sad

And with much pondering I think we must do something
And that thing must make difference and save us from such a
Horrible future.

Here I lay under the grandfather oak
That towers over us all
He is are king when we are in his mits
For he is a powerful leader
He strong as a boar as big as a giant
He protects all and makes sure no one suffers
He like a grandpa to all the animals
I lay under him with much joy and pride
He is the grandfather oak.

The color of the ground has changed
Now it is the color of fall
I walk on the beautiful leaves
Of so very many colors
All reds and oranges yellows galore
They whip through the air
Such a pretty sight
As I walk on the leaves crunching under my feet

From atop the willow tree I see, I see…
A squirrel dancing with a hedgehog
A little chipmunk atop a big ol bear
A fox and a weasel doing there thing

All dancing around my willow tree
What a ceremony oh gee
From atop my willow tree
I see, I see

I used to wonder all the time, but now I know the truth.
I used to hide away from it all, yet now I stand my ground.
I used to be so unaware, but now I wonder how I fell for it.
I used to think they were inviting and kind, yet their masks have now fallen off.
I used to be soft and harmless, but now I have scars that show I’m stronger than ever.

I am from the lamp on my desk
from the old leather book and the new checkered rug
I am from the white brick house and the green backyard
I’m from the magnolia tree in the back corner
its white flowers opening like hands to greet me
I am from the mahogany coffee table and the family portrait
I am from Sean and Shannon
from courage and faith
I am from church on Sunday
and game nights on Friday
I’m from buttery brown rolls
and juicy oranges
I am from the green treed backyard
and the sun-baked sidewalk
I am from Austin, Texas
I am from home

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a spark
If only one were to look through the dark
One would see such spark

The spark remains outside of one’s reach
An evasive mosquito
An annoying fly
Stuck in one’s mind

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a ember
If only one were to look through the dark
One would see such ember

Once ignited
Never to be extinguished
A burning desire
Never to be quenched

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a blaze
If only one were to look through the dark
One would see such blaze

Through the spark and the ember and the blaze
The light will guide you
Through the tunnel and the dark
The light will guide you
To a place where dreams roam
Enternal and free

If one were only to look within one’s self
One would see a dream
If only one were to look through the dark
One would achieve said dream