On Oceans of Blue

Couple of guys sittin’ around drinkin’
Down at the Starlight Bar
One of ‘em says, "You know I’ve been thinking"
Other one says, "That won’t get you too far"
He says, "This is your life, and welcome to it
It’s just workin’ and drinkin’ and dreams
Ad on TV says ‘Just Do It’
Hell if I know what that means"

The secret of life is a good cup of coffee
The secret of life is keep your eye on the ball
The secret of life is a beautiful woman
And Marilyn stares down from the barroom wall

"You and me, we’re just a couple of zeros
Just a couple of down-and-outs
But movie stars and football heroes
What have they got to be unhappy about?"
So they turn to the bartender, "Sam, what do you think?
What’s the key that unlocks that door?"
Sam don’t say nothin’, just wipes off the bar
And he pours them a couple more

‘Cause the secret of life is in Sam’s martinis
The secret of life is in Marilyn’s eyes
The secret of life is in Monday Night Football
Rolling Stones records and Mom’s apple pie

Sam looks up from his Sunday paper
Says, "Boys, you’re on the wrong track
The secret of life is there ain’t no secret
And you don’t get your money back"
Hey

The secret of life is gettin’ up early
The secret of life is stayin’ up late
The secret of life is try not to hurry
But don’t wait
Don’t wait

The secret of life is a good cup of coffee
The secret of life is keep your eye on the ball
The secret of life is to find the right woman
The secret of life is nothin’ at all
Oh, it’s nothin’ at all
The secret of life

Couple of guys sittin’ around drinkin’
Down at the Starlight Bar
One of ‘em says, "You know I’ve been thinking"
Other one says, "That won’t get you too far"
"That won’t get you too far"

written by: gretchen peters
sang by: faith hill

hold fast to your dreams!
within your heart
keep one still, secret spot
where dreams may go,
and, sheltered do,
may thrive and grow
where doubt and fear are not.
o keep a place apart
withing you heart,
for little dreams to go!
think still of lovely things that are not true.
let wish and magic work at will in you.
be sometimes blind to sorrow. make believe!
forget the calme tha tlies
in disillusioned eyes.
though we all know that we must die,
yet you and i
may walk like gods and be
even now at home in immrtality.
we see so many ugly things-
deceits and wrongs and quarrelligns;
we know, alas! we know
how quickly fade
the color in the west,
the bloom upon the flower,
the bloom upon the breast
and youth’s blind hour.
yet keep withing you heart
a place apart
where little dreams may go,
may thrive and grow
hold fast- hold fast your dreams!
—louise driscoll

she stares in the mirror
examining her life
wondering where the time went
how it all flew by
she whispers softly
so that no one will hear
"i hate your lies
and the filth they become
i hate your deceit
and the heart it comes from"
she whispers so softly
so that no one can hear
except the fly on the wall
and the voice in her ear
she examines her chin
with a microscopic eye
when did this happen
she was supposed to be different
but all of that rage
wasn’t meant to be caged
it was meant to be phased
in slowly to old age
this early in life
it should not be spent
she whispers to herself
in a voice barely heard
"i hate your lies
and the filth they become
i hate your deceit
and the heart it comes from"
she whispers to herself
in a voice barely heard
so that no one could hear
except the fly on her hand
and the voice in her ear

I love you
So I’ll make up a song
To dance with you
All night long
‘Cus I like to step in time
With the rhythm of our hearts

When I am in your arms
And I can feel your heart
My foot begins to tap
With the rhythm of our hearts

I love you
So I’ll make up a song
To dance with you
All night long
‘Cus I like to step in time
With the rhythm of our hearts

And then we begin to sway
Living day to day
Our lives dancing
With the rhythm of our hearts

I love you
So I’ll make up a song
To dance with you
All night long
‘Cus I like to step in time
With the rhythm of our hearts

And we know we’re not alone
Our Father sets our tone
He is our maestro
And we live in the rhythm of His heart

I love you
So I’ll make up a song
To dance with you
All night long
‘Cus I like to step in time
With the rhythm of our hearts

another year has come and left
we say we will remember
but we all forget
it’s rather strange
how all the time goes
its runs away
and withers like the rose
we learn so much
and grow so little
some things never change
like a child’s riddle
i will quite smoking
i will eat right
i will change my habits
using my sheer might!
but it didn’t work last year
we didn’t change a thing
or overcome any fears
so why should i make a list
of goals and ambitions
that i will soon forget?
that in 12 months i will find
and halfheartedly regret?
i wont make any goals of my own
i cannot do it
as time has clearly shown
my only option for a better life
is to look above
hand over my strife
and ask for help

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle: –
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: –
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

here’s my theory in full:

a truth poem, one that leaks the soul, is a living being.

he is born when my pen hits the paper.

he is dead when the flow of emotions to words stops

like a life, you can reflect on it

review it

remember it for all time

but you cannot go back in time and change it

the outcome would be different

he would die a different way

in a different place

because the rest of his life is altered by even a small coma

the butterfly effect

you cannot change your past and you cannot change a poem

it would remove truth

does that make any sense at all or am i just a rambling fool?

i am not only a rambling fool but a hypocrite

as i just re read this poem and corrected my spelling errors

such is life

I’m sitting on a porch
That I havn’t sat on in months
I’m smelling air
That I never noticed was there
I’m enjoying sunlight
That I had forgotten
Why does it take a mask
and a hospital stay
to remind me of God’s every day glory?

I watched a fly
Search for a landing pad
I watched a lady bug
Play hide and seek
I felt the bare ground
and relished the cool of the winter grass
Why does it take seclusion
and a weakening state
to remind me of God’s every day glory?

The sound of children in the distance
Of my little doggie nearby
Of the wind in the bare branches
Reminds me of my small existence
and my large impact
in God’s every day glory

I am a field trip learner
A child of stubborn persistence
I am a bull in a pen
A thick tree with deep roots
At least I look that way
Whether I am right
Or whether I am wrong
My mind cannot be changed
I take blow after blow
Until I am flat on my ass
Until I have to look up
I am made humble
It is not my own doing
I am a bull, broken
By my loving Father
And then stronger
And grateful
And humble
I am a part of God’s every day glory

I sit on a porch
That I haven’t sat on in months
Writing from a heart
That is raw and new
Dreaming from an imagination
That is wild and free
Smiling from a mouth
That is somehow shy
Watching from eyes
That are filled with wonder
At God’s every day glory

the creative bug
she climbs in my mind
spins a web
of no particular design
it’s been so long since
I’ve seen her
Felt her
known her
but she has returned
It’s all a scramble
so this will sound like a ramble
But we’ll work it out
she and I
We always do
The words are spinning
threading together
I can’t figure out how
You see, it’s out of my hands
It’s all in my mind
Which makes me sound crazy
but what artist is sane?
this creative bug
I’ve tried to satisfy her
but she has an unquenchable thirst
I’ve tried painting
I’ve tried drawing
I’ve tried writing
You see where that gets me
It gets me insane
Oh bug!
Can’t we resolve this conflict?
This inner war?
“But why would we do that for?
I help you release
I help you understand
when you’re really going loco
I bring you back to land
I know it seems like I give you the wings
but what goes up must come down
you fly and you soar
and it’s out of your system
so your feet hit the sand
and you splash in the ocean
then get back to every day business
you need me, my dear
I muddle your head
so your head will stay clear”
I hadn’t thought of it that way
I suppose it’s alright
to take a mental trip every once and a while
the layers of creativity are being pulled back
to reveal underneath
the short amount of time I will be on this earth
with both feet

Sin is not an ugly thing
At least until the consequences

Until you’re 16 and your baby cries
Until you hear the siren and the red blue lights

Until you see the disappointment in your mama’s eyes

No. Sin is not an ugly thing

Until the consequences

Satan himself was said
to be the most beautiful angel in all the land

But then he fell, thanks to pride

Now he battles Good for all time

And young love!

What a magical craze!

He gives you a ring

Promises the real thing

And you give everything

Because why wait?

It will happen one day anyway

And next month you’re late

Worry on your face

Your future is down the drain

Because he couldn’t wait

No. Sin is not an ugly thing

Until the consequences, of course

The thrill of a chase!

It’s all over Hollywood

The guns, the women, the cars!

What better way to live

Than under the radar

Racing for pinks
a robbery here and there

Going around without a care

Always living on the dare

But once, it went too far

The Law shows his ugly scar

You hit your head on the squad car

Now you live behind bars

No. Sin is not an ugly thing

Until the consequences of course

Until you’re 16 and your baby cries
Until you hear the siren and the red blue lights

Until you see the disappointment in your mama’s eyes

Sin is not an ugly thing