The God Story and The Man Story

Some find God
Lose god
A bargaining chip, some use god

Booze god
Confuse god
Ipod Blues fuse god

Blind grind
Mind bind
Find the last apple rind

If God finds you and you find yourself
Keep God and be yourself
But if god finds you and you lose yourself
Lose god and be yourself
If you lose god and find yourself
Keep yourself and be yourself

Some find god
Some gold
Whatever you find
Don’t be sold.

Crack and Prayer

Disclaimer: Some might find the following poem offensive. I apologize in advance.

Five little Jahovas sitting in a row
Handing out pamphlets to all the peeps on po--
The smoked, the baked, recovered earthquake
Fiddle faith shakers fallen in cake

Five little Jahovas think they know the lore
If you believe, heaven is in store
If you don't believe hell is at your door
Gales of hail, pails of gore

The Jahovas, the crackheads craving that fix
Tumbleweed addicts burning prayer sticks
Belief over reason built on yellow bricks

Fantasy lane, borders on insane
Glazed eyeballs, mushroom brains

Floating in the sky, believing in the guy
Crack and prayer is the poor man's high.

The House

Paint me a house
a pink, pink house
decked with seashells from the shore,
diamond algae stomping grounds
and I'll never ask for more.

Paint me a house
a yellow house
lined with grass and daffodils,
birds of color nesting grounds
resting on windowsills.

Paint me a house
a house of sound,
music fills the air like sand,
sparkles silver sunshine skies,
laughter plays pianos' grand.

Paint me a house
a happy house
where people come and never go
without taking dreams with them
smiles of sunshine's glow.

A house of color
A house of light
It's never too dark in the night,
A house of smiles
A house of sound
A house, a house where life abounds.