

The Final RaceThe Final RaceThe Final Race
Staring at him with an icy glare, The mistress of time did so prepare, To end the life of such a man, Who life's last race he had just ran. The trumpets sound of fate's embrace, Marked the ending of this race...
And as the man stood there preparing, The mistress of time still stood glaring. But then before the mistress' stare, The man let out a quiet prayer. Not one of regret, remorse, or shame, Not one one of sadness or of blame, Instead the man, with a great full sigh, Thanked the Lord, he was allowed to die,


Save.When you are hurt When your spirit bleeds When you have fallen short Of sanctuary You open upSave.
To the shallow pool Of regrets and pain
But words cannot describe how you feel And art cannot translate your pain So you dive in Overcome with bitter sorrow You thought you prepared
But none were as surprised as you When the flood came in And washed you away Leaving all your dreams on the land
You may struggle Or put up a fight You may cry
And scream at the clouds But they cant hear you Over roaring thunder &n


Surprised.You stand in astonishment At the sight of your accomplishment Everything that was wrong just went right You sit and think it over here You’ve got nothing left to fear And all your nightmares fade awaySurprised.
So why... Did it take so long to get here? Why... Did you have to try so hard...
You remember the way it used to be... You found a lock without the key. But suddenly it was right before your eyes... Your life is so easy now... From now on you will keep the vow... But who knows how long all this will last...
So who is responsible?


Ode to ExuberanceLife is too serious! Life is too short!Ode to Exuberance
Let's make time for le petite morte!
You'll dance on the tables, I'll rent us the hall! We'll take to the streets, or visit the mall!
They can arrest us, they can ask why, and we'll tell them the truth, we can but try!
We'll light the fires, we'll beat the drums!
Stamp on the floor, you know it's fun!
Lets pet lions, we can jump off cliffs! Raise your arms, you'll get a lift!
Life is too serious, life is too short! Let's show them all, it's fun to eat torte!


Safe HarborIt's cold tonight, the tide is high, The sky is dark, and lately I Can just feel the fog and the Lonely creeping aboard.Safe Harbor
I've nary a drop in my flask to drink And lately I am starting to think It's been a hundred years since I safely moored.
I've nary a penny that's left to spend, And fewer still may I boast of friends, All I've got is my pipe, this pen and no place to go.
I'll bet it's slick ca'm on the Sound tonight By God, I can almost see the lights On the water of every ship returning home.
M
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These eyes see all, these ears hear all, this mind has seen the ugly future, and this heart bleeds for it... Yet Through this a faint smile appears...In Hoc Signo Vinces.
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God is love (1 John 4:8)
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