By Kevin Alan Lamb
It’s either love or hate I can’t find in-between
The stars or six feet under
Violent storms with pounding thunder
Electricity that makes you wonder
What if?
Could such things be?
If there’s going to be a difference in this life
Could it be me?
There are great people I am thankful to have met
On a good thing I’ve come comfortable to bet
This is the reason we endure the length of days
Give your belief in love and I reckon it pays
I am your brother; she is your sister that I feel the pain of
Understand my thoughts are with you– the people I listen to hear the names of
There are many silly things in my life that I like to make a game of
But this isn’t one
This is and isn’t about fun
Like Ben said we’re on both sides of the gun
Trigger and barrels
How such perspective narrows
The way the world appears before our eyes
I hope you love yourself and not the disguise
Just one they say
That’s all the life I’m going to get
Didn’t you hear it’s not too late to get your fire lit?
Out the door
Ready for more
Hands in the air
It’s not that I don’t care
Consider the flip side in something rare
This is gold to me
Are you really still skeptical waiting to see?
Why not for once have faith in what could be?
Not what is, rather a simpler harmony
I have no question I mean something– like you do to me
I owe the pleasure I m blessed with because of your breath
To die with my people is a reasonable way to taste death
A taste I will not forget
Fortunate to get
All of you and these things that define respect
If I have a will, its entirety is yours, for keeping me in check
A debt I know only by the smile on your face
Something to believe in that’s not a waste
A decision to give without question; free from the burden of haste
Take a second and look around this place
True beauty and a white skirt woven of golden lace
From the gods
For the obnoxious kid that at least makes you smile
Maybe something you haven’t even felt in a while
We never know why things come and go
Yet, here we are, with no poker face to show
Mine, what we see in the mirror
Sadly, what some of us come to fear
The doubts and limitations of our skin
A battle with tidal waves we cannot win
If we’ve already conceded we’ve redefined original sin
Stand tall, if you can stand at all
Be the deus ex machina to those who can only crawl!
Give life legs
Freedom from pegs
To rise
To be free
If the world ended tomorrow; what I know is worth only you and me.
Photo Credit to Eric Hampton
Kevin Alan Lamb 