A lullaby

Dreaming its right,
Going to the left,
Is the middle of mine?
Walking the line,
Stopping on a dime,
Trying to set the tie,
Oh can’t we find,
A little piece sometime,
To wonder why,
We don’t cry,
When they lie,
Why we try,
To not say goodbye,
We just wonder,
To go on,
Sing our own song,
A lullaby,
Of tried and true,
Of me and you,
It gets tough sometimes,
It gets rough sometimes,
It goes smooth,
When comes truth,
Blue, black, pink and white,
All colors of sky,
In the middle of the night.
All colors of why?..............
FTBAS 3.5.12

Confusion Complete

In grief or agony,
To peace in harmony,
A circle has to be,
Full force trinity,
Dark fades light,
White shadows black,
Trying the dying,
Lasted head,
The end of the front,
Last in line,
Who’s the freak?
That Judas bled.
Oh the irony,
Mind spring disease,
Lost in ecstasy,
Of brain freeze,
So confusion,
Sets delusion,
With intrusion,
Not understanding,
Of the blessing,
Everlasting,
In the asking of servants call
To choose one love,
To choose each the other,
Sister Brother other son,
Mother Earth Father Creation,
Blended nations,
Relations upstanding,
Each needs each,
Where will we reach?
What do we preach?
A corporate leech?
Are we victim?
Are we owner?
Master monger,
Fasting longer,
Forever clever,
Deep at the gate,
Is it hell is it heaven?
Or somewhere in between,
You and me…………….

FTBAS 3.4.12 (adapted from Confusion published 8.11.11)