Prose, Poetry, & Lyrics

A Storm Transforming

There are many futures possible;

we must discover the future we desire.

But how do we embark on a journey

when we can't see what's ahead?

We wander in a storm — fog surrounding us.

Our path, and our destination, uncertain.

What if there were a spark in the storm,

that illuminates a moment in the distance?

A magical clarity. A guide that beckons us forward.

Would we not chase it?

What if that spark is a portal

that leads to new understanding,

and through that door we see a horizon

where we hope to be?

We can step slowly to stay in place,

or we can run toward the future,

charting the uncharted,

a compass gilded in the past.

On our quest to defeat the unknown,

whether we arrive somewhere new,

or a new version of the familiar,

the journey transforms us.

Because when we embark on the adventure

to discover the future we desire,

it's not about where we are,

it's about who we become, together.

The Light in the Dark

Here in the Night

Here in the night
It feels so warm
As the glow from the storm
Takes all of me
Won't let me be
Flashes of light all around
In the dark

Here in the night
I've grown confused
Short of abused
Don't know what to do
It's growing cold now
Storm has past
But the feelings they just
Continue to last

Here in the night
I'm all alone
But you're here
Don't know who's really home
Here in the night
Must make a change
Rearrange
Make this life what I like

In the morning
When it comes
It will be sunshine up above
But it's still night
In my heart
Until I learn to let
A new day start

Chicken Fingers

I once had chickeny fingers

The chickeny-est fingers you’ve ever seen

So greasy I didn’t want to lick them

Clean

So I washed those chickeny fingers

I splished and splashed and scrubbed

But those chickeny fingers

Out lasted every last rub

Chicken fingers

Not a just food

Chicken fingers

More of a mood

It’s what happens to you

When you hold them tight

And the grease soaks in

What a fright

Chicken fingers, chicken fingers

It’s that grease that goes and lingers

On those fingers, the chicken phalanges

Chicken fingers