Broken

What did broken ever teach?
A whole, whole lot.
Broken sheep reached
Everything matters, everything's whole
But with me I'm broken - It's in my soul.
So when you feel broke what do you do?
Just come to me broken, 'cause that's what I do.
Hi, I am broken emotionally
But I remember how to be
Whole -
There's no hole -
We are whole -
Can't you see?
So broken is woken
Just holy.
Oh, I'm not broken though I may feel as such
My heart it is full and the love levels won't budge.
So when broken enters and it won't leave
I guess I'll hug broken until it loves me.
Oh what would broken then feel like?
Broken would fit in my sight.
I can see -
I love broken - it loves me,
Because broken helped me be
All the wholeness surrounding
All the wholeness within me.
So im never broken, even when it seems
I am just holding broken things.
But broken it loves all parts of me
and when we're together, oh, we sing.
And harmony comes
And broken is wholly abandoned
So it seems broken only needed to sing.
Broken needed feeling.
Oh, I am whole now, broken did say
So that kind of broken it went away.
Oh, I am whole I am happy and then
Look! I see broken coming again.
Oh, it is broken but not like before
Broken has learned to break some more.
Oh, broken, how are you?
Tell me your story then we'll sing like we do.
Oh, you are whole it is true now you feel
Broken, so broken, but soon you will heal.
Oh, you are whole you are well it is true
Broken it hurts now, some balance is due.
Oh, you are whole, come and sing now with me.
Broken, you're well now, let us sing.
Oh, you are whole, there's no hole I can view
Broken I'm here - healed - forever in you.
Oh, you are whole, not a hole it may seem
Broken you're well now - begin living.

Drought

There are fields of yellow, fields of green.
In a statewide drought what does it mean?
They're showering sidewalks so they're clean
In a drought in a drought what does that mean?
I have doubt - I can't be mean
Is the sidewalk clean enough for you
Is it gonna grow?
Do you know that's wasteful?
In a drought
I have doubt I can refrain
To complain.
In a drought
Do you care
How you should manage the water you have while it's there?
In a drought
I have doubt I can be nice.
In a drought
I'm going to have to think twice.
I feel bad about watering myself
Should I shower now? Do I need it for health?
In a drought
Can we simply examine
How we use water
And what we should abandon?
In a drought
I can be so quick -I can be so fast.
When I shower it will quickly last.
In a drought I won't shower twice per day.
In a drought
I'll quickly shower once and walk away.
In a drought
Why do I care?
In a drought
There isn't water enough anywhere.
In a drought.

The River

The river is flowing
The river ain't free
The river she is
So damningly
Damned is the river
Damned are we
Yet I am free flowing
and the river wants me
I drive next to the river
I see
And I drive into her mentally
Really I know the pollution is much
that swimming inside her might not be such
a good idea
Oh damn, I have a good idea
to follow that good idea
I know I'll follow the river
and I will flow
Free as the river
oh she is damned
I'm like the river I know I am
following, following, following she
I am the river
the river is me
Becuase I am a river this river is free
Following Flowing Following Flowing Following Following Following
She.

Poetry

The Poetry it flows from me
When I'm upset when I'm at peace
All I know how to be
Are my words - The Poetry

 Show My Love

Can be fine for days
I'm finding days
I'm in a daze
And seeing ways
What can I do
Which displays
To show -
To show my love
To show -
To show my love?

Sacred Falling

Sacred Falling
Of the water down
And the sound...
The sacred falling
Of the water down
And the sound...And the sound...
I can live in the sound
That sound...
The sacred falling of the water down
And the sound...
Singing songs of falls
Rising deeply over them
Then I do recall
Swimming in the depth of kin.
The sacred falling
Of the water down
And the sound...
I hear calling
From all around
Oh the sound...
Singing songs of falls
Rising deeply over them
Then I do recall
Swimming in the depth of kin.

I Believe

I believe we are being coerced to die
When being ourselves isn't forced as crime
So who are we when summer comes?
If all we are are our shoes to run
And balls can bounce and balls can go
In tiny holes
But who are we if we aren't alive?
Without the balls they forced inside
Our minds, ourselves, we are whole beings
Yet we are told to only do some things
Only be just some things - only feel just some ways
So when we feel everything we always only ever want to make it go away
We always only ever want to not understand or think
Not feel the change into a numb we cannot contort to confront
We must live free with words, expression
Expressions are the only things - always the truest lessonings
Expression -
Expression - I believe.