Really thinking

They call you quarantined
You were so passive
Building on unstable ground
There was no motive
To turn your life around
You were a native
Of this land; destruction-bound
Just another captive
Until you ran aground
Now you’re really thinking

They call you realigned
You needed to be found
What could make you active
Pull you from the background
Something had to give
You had to hear the sound
That brings you to the truth
That’s where freedom’s found
In the life that you can live
Now you’re really thinking

Thinking

They call you one of us
You think you’ve been so dumb
But that’s the story of mankind
The place we all come from
Good has always been maligned
To evil we’ve succumbed
The road to danger seems so kind
A golden coloured slum
That’s why we fall behind
Now you’re thinking

They call you many things
Your strength was undermined
Through solid water you have swum
And you have been refined
You wanted strength; Now you’ve got some
It’s time to break the bind
There’s a new tune that your life can strum
I’m sure that you will find
This is just one track on your album
You’re ready for the climb
Now you’re thinking

Still Broken

They call you hollow man
A mist of lies
Descended on your world
You bought a magic trick
Slight of hand
You didn’t see; he touched your mind
Still you – but just an image now
A barren tree
So many branches – beautiful
But each one dead
That’s your life
You’re still broken

They call you wasted youth
Lost everything
To a conman
Dressed in pure white
He sold you clouds
But they’ve never rained
All they contain
Are whispered lies
That fall onto your life
And so you listen
That what happens in this fallen world
You’re still broken

They call you black and white
You fell from grace
Colour stolen from your face
A lifeless figure took your place
A map of what you used to be
And could have been
Is standing in your life
That’s the story of this messed up land
Poison draws you with it’s sweet perfume
The choice is yours
Will you stop or keep on drinking
You’re still broken

They call him counterfeit
The one who came to turn your head
Only seen by tracks of pain
Across the lives
Of countless bloodshot eyes
Who should have known
But didn’t know
Broken calls to broken
In this shadow of a greater place
You must escape
But who will help you
You’re still broken

Broken

They call you smithereens
You tripped over a lie
That day you fell apart
Your head was held so high
You thought you were so smart
Reaching to the sky
That was your weakest part
That’s why you didn’t cry
When he crushed your heart
Now you’re broken

They call you perfect mess
Falling for the bad guy
Deception is his art
Truth is never his reply
Covers words with golden dirt
Intention is for you to buy
A one way ticket to depart
Forever waiting just to die
Fish that took the blackest fly
Now you’re broken

They call you chequered flag
They say the end has come
Distracted by your damaged mind
Your perception was so numb
Your love for him had made you blind
Now look what you’ve become
All your days have been defined
By the rhythm of his drum
Your life is so confined
Now you’re broken

Money – Part 3

I don’t want to go on and on, like the gossip in hair salon
Just want to empty my heart of this God given burden
To try and explain with words the invisible world that is hurting us like Genghis Kahn
This is real life; so much rubbish has gone on, we have a duty to try and understand what’s going on

Like it or not, we’ve got to face the fact something really is wrong
Who could imagine the things that go on, everyday while we all look on
Helpless, cause our hands are tied by money; or, if not, tell me what has come upon
Us – to make us behave like Don Juan- these words are strong but it’s been far too long

So what is this invisible breeze that’s blustering and flustering
Our minds, so we are covering the world with such a mix of evil happenings
Something that is hovering and puncturing our moral code so that we go plundering
Wandering and pandering to a force that is driving us to live a life of suffering

Who climbed the fence, made us blind and stole our common sense
We must dispense some truth and grasp the ruthless attitude of us so called gents
I’m not speaking in the future tense; this is now, current events
Are passing by, the contents of which bring tears to the eyes, it just doesn’t make sense

Aren’t we made of dust; that’s where are bodies go when we die
So what are these feelings that fill us and make us cheat and lie
Give us the desire to buy so many things we don’t need and then cry
If we don’t get our own way; something is effecting us; tell me why

Do we think we’re in the end-zone, when we get an expensive car, big home
We need to understand, life’s about relationships not what we own
I know this is bone of contention, I don’t care, my intention is for us disown
All these feelings and motives that we give in to in this combat zone

I don’t want to lead us on; thinking money is what’s wrong, that would not be fair
We’ve already said, money isn’t real; is just numbers whispered in the air
The problem is we listen and we compare and no-one get’s their proper share
Of what they should have or require; freedom’s here but no one seems to care enough to find out where

We must master that desire we get, that fire that set’s us alight when we think we might
Get our hands on our heart’s delight – what a sight; a race of people quite
Set on killing each other just because they can’t understand how to live right
I won’t sit by silent, we have to learn to fight the good fight and end this plight

So get your camera, go and take some pictures of the suffering that’s going on
Put them on your wall and use them to help you put on a new heart on and sing a different song
Let’s fix the problems we have, leave the old way, surely we can come upon
A solution, are we capable of changing ourselves; maybe not but I know a Man who can

Money – Part 2

Tell me brethren, are you bothering to listen to this pondering
Money, if you were wandering, doesn’t exist aside from our accounting
A great system but effectively amounting to a tool we use for squandering
Our futures and laundering dirty wealth so the unjust can go on prospering

What I’m trying to say is this currency isn’t real, but somehow we use it to steal
The futures of so many people; wheel and deal real lives cause they sell themselves for a single meal
Tell me; why don’t we hold the same zeal to undo this raw-deal
As the feeling we conceal for stainless-steel exhausts, high-heeled shoes and alloy wheels

The world is full of numbers on computers and paper telling you who is greater
Not a reflection of true labour or a list of good behaviour
Just a dictator of who gets what; a blessing calculator
Not love your neighbour; love your trader – as long as he’s a money maker

Now, money alone is nothing and I‘m no guru, it’s just what we do
When we see those numbers accrue, we forget morals; what wouldn’t we do
For riches, don’t misconstrue what I’m saying but it’s time we came to
Our senses, money’s not a cut through, to a happy me and you

Unglue your mind from that world view, just for a second would you
Listen to someone who knew, how many masters have you got
Two; can’t pursue them both friend, time you withdrew from you-know-who
Blew out the numbers; they won’t get you through in lieu of the One who makes you new

Money – Part 1

Help me understand – Does it exist, this paper promised land
Just because you can hold it in your hand; slips through like sand
Green and white rectangles; the numbers say ‘five hundred grand’
But when I got there, at the checkpoint as planned – it was empty, unmanned

Still, it’s loved by everyone – you and me – replaced trust long ago as human currency
Money brings life – freedom to move for those with fiscal fluency
You work, get paid; that’s great – but how did we build a system where prosperity
Is strictly a minority, half the world is starving in the shadow of our obesity – that is heresy

We scrap purity for piracy, mutter incoherently about our needs for security
All the time our dependency on getting what we want is growing – line our nest, forget the rest – No parody
My dog needs expensive clothes and hydrotherapy – to help him be a badge that will display my insecurity
That’s the legacy, wasting people’s lives on things that are inherently nonsense – This is lunacy

We wax lyrically about our needs and rights but morally we seem to have a tendency
To do anything for wealth; that desperate urgency for easy life results in tyranny
We buy and sell the lives of others with regularity, on the markets we create to trade dishonesty
Now we’re lost, we’ve breached the warranty of what’s right, for popularity – hilarity but it’s true – pure depravity

Polarity of black and white; greyed – now that’s normality
We were human – not now – we let humanity disappear into a cloud of spiritual profanity
There must be change, not gradually but now, this world’s a casualty
Physically we have solutions but we need to change mentality – but how – has something good come out of Galilee

Concrete World

Countryside
Trees and fields
Rivers running into oceans
Nature working; a world that is alive
So much life

Humans
Changing what they want to
Landscaping truth to meet desires
For better – or for worse
Definitely changing

Spirit world
Purest life in Freedom’s hand
Perfect in simplicity and trust
Relationships; sharing love together
So much life

People
Changing things because they can
Re-routing streams of living water
Paving over morals – Concreting over life
Now it’s different

Future
Twisted world; damaged hearts and minds
Destruction taking over
Cause we chase it – like it’s a good thing
That’s not life

Jesus Christ
He is different; He’s not normal
You love Him or you hate Him
But He’s the One – He’s the answer; if you want it
Bringing Life

Tiredness

Tiredness has become my unwanted friend
My stay-awake soul mate
He dulls my days – bores me
And keeps me up at night
How can he do that
It doesn’t make sense but I’m too far gone to think
He moves my thoughts and ideas
And hides them, just out of range
He took my ability to remember quite how long he’s been here
It feels like ages but I don’t care
He stole that as well – my frustration and my patience
I used to have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other
Now I’m not sure – I can’t be bothered to look
I just want him gone
But I can’t seem to stop feeding him
Is this a vicious circle
Who would think that tiredness was so active
So voracious – unrelenting and in my face
On my face; written in darkened lines
I wish he would fall asleep – then I would run away

After

After we have lived this life that we continually choose to make, in spite of so much good advice

After all those choices, given in love – have been snatched by broken hands and thrown in Wisdom’s face – and Wisdom, being what She Is, turned them around and used them for our good

After pride and envy and greed and every other destructive thing have finally shown themselves for what they really are

After the last hiding place of every evil motive has been revealed by the acts of all the players in this game of life and death

After lies told have travelled far enough to reach the place from where they first were born

After we have journeyed through arid deserts and scorched our feet on the smoking shards of every broken promise

After we have paid the price – the debts of those we never knew – but didn’t learn and passed them on to any other life in reach

After we have daubed the walls of history with the unbearable colours of damaged and wretched souls

After countless failures and seemingly endless walks of shame have worn us down until we’ve reached the place where we decide to change

After we have travelled so far and realised that we haven’t moved an inch – and we have stopped and heard Him knocking and finally let Him in

After the fires of this world have raged, fuelled by all the terrible things that we have done but somehow He turned that into the very thing causes growth and then – nothing but fertile ground remains in perfect silence

After these human seeds have faced the waters of so much rain, Wonderful Gardener always there, and then become the flowers that He had always known

After we have passed through flames and, lives weighed, been given all the treasure that He desires to give

After all is said and done, and all the endless balls of humanity’s tangled lives have been unravelled, and we are kneeling bare and still – then we will know Him and the darkness of this world will be seen in the light of everything that we will have become

After all that, then we will really know what True Life is and the Way it comes to be

During

During darkness, there is light
During weakness, there is might

During suffering, there is peace
During anger, there is release

During worry, there is thought
During sorrow, change is wrought

During destruction, there is building
During breaking, there is moulding

During chaos, there is meaning
During tears, there is weaning

During despair, there is yearning
During error, there is learning

During poverty, there is wealth
During sickness, we find health

During disaster, there is always hope
During all things, with Him we will cope

During this world, He looks down from above
During all our mistakes, there is God and God is Love

Before

Before the beginning, things had begun
Before there were hands, work was done

Before there was time, the clock was ticking
Before there were feet, He was there walking

Before there were mouths, words were spoken
Before there were rules, laws were broken

Before there was air, breath was exhaled
Before there was wood, hands had been nailed

Before there were faces, beauty was clean
Before there were eyes, things were seen

Before there was life, there was worth
Before conception, man was birthed

Before there was sleep, man was woken
Before there was movement, wheels were in motion

Before there were questions, the answers were known
Before there was light, brightness had shone

Before the end, the finish had come
Before the fight, the battle was won

Before man, was the son of man
Before everything, I AM

The Future – Part 3

Truth is missing from your words
You argue about the future
And you are both wrong
You talk like he has life outside you, when it is both of you who are in control
But without me; that is why you stumble
You need to listen
The future has room for everyone but he must be instructed through me
You must listen; I will help you
I made you so that you could hear the future
Through my wisdom you can understand
But now you don’t listen
You can’t hear because your ears are full of money
And you can’t see because your foresight is blind
Blinded by the love of your own reflection
Listen to me
I am the Way; I am the shape of all good things
The future does what you say
And I will help you speak the language that brings Life
So walk with me and take control
I am Truth

The Future – Part 2

I told you
The future doesn’t hate
The future loves, he has always loved me
He knows me, knows my heart
He knows my favourite song
Everyday he invents new ways to play it for me
He has always been my friend since before I can remember
Constantly he meets me, bringing new joy
When I wake, I see him again each day
Always smiling, always loving
I look at him with ease
I am full

The Future – Part 1

Once the future had been my friend
He had promised me many things
But that changed long ago
Now he hates me
Day by day he eats my life and leaves me empty
I did nothing, it was he that moved
Moved from a friend to an enemy
An enemy bent on revenge
If only I knew what I had done
What I had done to make him hate me
Then I could apologise
I would make things new
We could be meeting again every day, with joy
Not like now
Now, I can’t look at him
My face is always to the floor
I am always looking down
I am empty