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Calvin & Hobbes: This is a job for…

Calvin & Hobbes: This is a job for...


When It’s You


when its you



When It’s You






It’s easy to sit in judgment

To say this is what should’ve been done that day

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to take someone’s life away




It’s easy to act the pharisee when your closet is all neatly locked

When no one sees what you’ve hidden there

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Whose dirty laundry is drying in the open air




It’s easy to feel disgust and hurt

To be angry and outraged all the way

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to say love has forever gone away




It’s easy to condemn and vilify

When you have dislike already in the same

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who can see another side to the pain




It’s easy to be all up in arms

To say the way it all should go

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to lay somebody low




It’s easy to see the bitter truth

To know which direction is absolutely right

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to walk a tangled path on a moonless night




It’s easy to see in black and white

To know what everyone should think and say

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to wade through waves of pounding grey




It’s easy to say how you would’ve been

That you would never have acted as another has done

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who is handed the still exploding smoking gun




It’s easy to tell another it will be all right

To instruct them to stand and walk again

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to go on living with the pain




It’s easy to smile and say placating words

To pat a back and then walk away

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to face the fear day to day




It easy to say that time heals all wounds

That one day these things will be a memory too distant to recall

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who has to start from scratch and rebuild it all




You might think you can walk in another’s shoes

You might even have a similar tread

But it’s not so easy when it’s you

Who is the ant trying to see over the elephants head




So don’t sit in judgment or say what should be done

Until you’ve walked a mile in those shoes

Because it’s not so easy when it’s you

Whose life is being weighed by someone else’s ignorant views









“Against criticism a man can neither

Protest nor defend himself;

He must act in spite of it,

And then it will gradually yield to him.”

– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe




Your Eyes


Your Eyes



Your Eyes






In your eyes I see morning

Light breaking on the horizon

A gentle soothing balm




In your eyes there are depths

Whirlpools of unfathomable thought

Patient and calm




In your eyes I see stars

Revolving around my world

Tides of gravity and mirth




In your eyes are answers

Sense amidst chaos

Sends me floating above the earth




In your eyes I could bask

For an eternity of time

Warmer than the sun




In your eyes I can see

Beginnings without an end

And I just come undone









The Reason Why


The Reason Why



The Reason Why





You can’t choose who you love

It just shines through

Like the stars above

You just know

You just do

Your heart chooses for you



It doesn’t take much

So very little

A look, a laugh, a touch

A moment shared

Takes just an instant

And your heart is snared



Logic doesn’t play a part

When loves knocks

And takes away your heart

It’s too late

It’s up and gone

The rest is up to fate



Love doesn’t let you choose

So there’ll be times you’ll win

And times you’ll lose

Sometimes love will leave a bruise

You’ll howl at the moon

Sing the blues



But you can’t stop love

It just is

Like the moon up above

Like the sun in the sky

It’s a force, a law, a need

Love is the reason why








Look Up


Look Up



Look Up





I looked up at the stars last night
Burning so clear, so radiant, so bright
And wondered about galaxies distant eons away
And thought about a happy future day

I drifted around in my mind to a time
When all hurts are healed and everything is fine
When those sleeping safe will wake up
When life will be an endless full cup

I thanked my friend there up above
Who sent his dearest one with love
Who gave a gift we can never repay
A hope that can illuminate the darkest day

I wondered what I would have been
If I had never known it, if I had never seen
The truth, the way, that bright shining light
Like the stars above, beacons of hope in the night

I saw around me the ones who have given in
Those that are looking down or are looking in
They do not look above to the hope sparkling there
They only see the now, and so they despair

Then I saw also, those who look up in the night
They look to the future, look to the right
Those who have made a friend of that one up above
Who know his care and feel his love

I could see them smiling though the sun goes down
They survive the storms in which others drown
Like me, they look up to see burning stars shining still
Knowing with certainty, that their hope is real






~ inspired by Dave and Jo…

…after Katie began her peaceful sleep ~



“We do not want you to be ignorant concerning those who are sleeping in death; that you may not sorrow just as the rest also do who have no hope.”

– 1 Thessalonians 4:13, the Apostle Paul



“Do not marvel at this, because the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out, those who did good things to a resurrection of life, those who practiced vile things to a resurrection of judgment.”

– John 5:28, 29, Jesus Christ




Collage for Broken





Ignoring my please and my cries

Immune to the tears in my eyes

He threw away my love and took my life

He may as well have carved out my heart with a knife



Would have given my life to save his

But he left me alone and gave me this

Turned his back, walked away, didn’t care

Left me drowning in grief, suffocating in despair



And now he comes again dragging me back

More pain to inflict, old wounds to stab

With more sins to hide and lies to tell

He’s taking me with him, down to hell



Eyes shut to the neon crimson of my pain

A heart broken in pieces all over again

Torn and bleeding scattered across the floor

I just can’t take any of it anymore



How many times can one soul die

Drowning in the tears tired eyes have cried?

How many times spent alone in an endless night

Before a crushed spirit gives up the fight?



How much loss do I have to take?

Weeping at this funeral without a wake?

These hot pokers keep stabbing through

I never saw them coming, I never knew



How many times must the innocent pay?

Cos these snapping dogs just won’t go away

Lost everything that ever mattered

Now they come to crush a soul already shattered



Want to sleep where it’s safe and warm

Just can’t take the bitter cold anymore

Can’t run, can’t hide, can’t cry, can’t scream

Can’t wake up from this nightmare dream



All the things I thought I knew

Burned to ashes, leaving just what’s true

The dreams, the hopes, what I believe

Are washed away by tears as I grieve



Feeling like I can’t go on

How long must I sing this heartbreak song?

How can I win when it’s all so wrong?

Just been struggling alone for far too long.






~ written when sorely in need of a ‘eucatastrophe’ ~



“I coined the word ‘eucatastrophe’: The sudden happy turn in a story which pierces you with joy that brings tears… I concluded by saying that the Resurrection was the greatest ‘eucatastrophe’ possible in the greatest Fairy Story – and produces that essential emotion: Christian joy… it comes from those places where joy and sorrow are at one, reconciled, as selfishness and altruism are lost in love.”

– J. R. R. Tolkien



Quote: Save the Earth!


Save the Earth




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