Articles
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What does it look like to marry the bizarre world of conspiracy theories, UFOs, ghosts, mind control, transhumanism and the paranormal with the Christian world view? Read more |
An introduction to ten prominent researchers/authors and presenters in the Christian truther movement, with links to learn more. Read more >> |
Lyrics
Here are a few samples of my lyric writing. I enjoy writing fun family songs, in addition to thoughtful, reflective (grown up) ones.
The gentle glow of moon and stars
falls soft upon your face.
I kiss your sweet little head goodnight,
you are snug in my embrace.
So baby, breathe a sleepy sigh
and nuzzle up so tight.
Let those heavy eyelids fall
in surrender to the night.
I NEED A DRINK OF WATER
YOU DIDN’T READ A STORY YET
BUT I’M NOT TIRED
AND I DON’T LIKE THIS BED
Fairies, castles, kings and queens,
tales of victories and woes.
Prayers and lullabyes and hugs.
Counting piggies on your toes
And now the day is over dear,
rest sweetly, without fuss.
Tomorrow’s but a dream away,
the darkness ushers hush...
I DON’T WANT THESE PYJAMAS
CAN WE CAMP IN THE LIVINGROOM?
CAN YOU LEAVE THE LIGHT ON?
WILL IT BE MY BIRTHDAY SOON?
I DIDN’T GET ANY SNACK
HOW COME SHE GOT ONE?
I’VE GOTTA GO POTTY
I DON’T THINK SCHOOL IS FUN
Your skin is kissed by subtle breeze,
fan droning white noise in the room.
The steadfast glow of nightlight beams,
minutes drag.... surely slumber looms..
I LOST MY FAVORITE SNUGGLY TOY
I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT
I’M STILL THIRSTY
CAN I GET A RABBIT?
Now close your eyes and drift in dreams.
It’s truly time to sleep.
Darling, please get off my head.
No, I don’t want to smell your feet.
YOU FORGOT TO FIX MY SHOE
YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD TODAY
I’M STILL NOT TIRED
WELL, NOT MUCH ANYWAY
I WISH I HAD SOME CANDY
CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY
I’M STILL NOT TIRED....
WELL.....(yawn) NOT MUCH ANYWAY
I love you
You’re so cute
I love you
Stinky baby
You’ve got bubbles of drool dripping down your chin.
Your cheeks are red, squashy pillows of skin.
When I approach you, to look a little closer
the image just gets grosser and grosser,
'cause spread all around,
on your cheeks and mouth,
bits of lunch are found.
Mashed banana turning brown.
I bury my face in my shirt, way up past my nose,
so I won’t have to smell that stench of yours.
The aroma’s complex; a precise combination
of spoiled milk, stinky feet and a spit up infestation.
It's making me gag,
you just stink so bad.
Baby, don’t get mad,
but you smell worse than Dad!
And just when I’m about to leave the room,
‘cause I can’t be in it one more minute with your natural perfume,
you look at me with your big glossy eyes,
and you smile at me, gummy mouth so wide.
You’ve cast a spell.
Despite your smell,
I just can’t help
but admit to myself..
that..
I love you
You’re so cute
I love you
Stinky baby
Not a minute too soon, mother finally agrees,
you don’t half need a bath, and quickly please.
So she turns on the water and she strips you down,
adds in some bubbles, spreads a towel on the ground.
She plops you in.
She’s scrubbing that skin.
You splash and you grin,
blowin’ raspberries on your chin.
You’re made of rolls and rolls, from your head down to your toes.
Your little body looks odd to me when it’s all exposed.
In your birthday suit, your head looks strangely huge,
but none of it seems to even slightly bother you.
You’re making bubbles with gas.
And we all laugh.
And you splish and splash,
getting clean in the bath.
She wraps you in a towel and she pulls the plug,
snuggles you up so warm, calls you a bug in a rug.
When you’re dry and dressed, I do a little test;
stick my nose a little close up to your onesied chest.
I feel a little hokey,
Tryin' to keep it low key.
I inhale and holey moley,
you smell so nice and soapy!
But just when my nose is finally enjoying,
your face turns red and you do something so annoying.
I hear you grunt a bit, and then comes the rumble.
Something's happenin’ in your diaper and it smells like trouble.
Yeah, it’s what you think.
My eyes water and blink.
What kind of milk did you drink?!
Baby, you really STINK!
but..
I love you
You’re so cute
I love you
Stinky baby
Earth whispers stories of sacred beauty
from canyon to highest powdered peak.
Streams meander, their curvaceous banks
caressing her voluptuous physique.
She lullabies with wind and wave,
her creatures join the choir,
indulging in yield from fertile branches.
Her waters quench desire.
The garden, garden, garden
Beauty enraptures insatiable eyes;
vision’s clouded through my tears.
I lose myself, enslaved in search
of peace from all my fears.
Ashes sing from their grave’s depth
an eerie elegy.
My cravings haunt, my dry bones flaunt
harrowing mortality.
Lamenting the garden, garden, garden
I cry and I wail
I scream and I yell.
I pound, my chest
my spirit finds no rest.
I pray, for another way
Can you bring me home some day?
Until you make it right
and my soul’s at ease,
I’ll be longing,
I’m pining
I’m wistful Eve.
These luscious landscapes bewitching your gaze,
I uttered them into being.
A mural foreshadowing the feminine;
a poetic prophecy
All the wonders formed with words from my lips
culminated in Eve.
I gave birth to you with my hands and breath
in perfected intimacy.
So I cry and I fret,
‘brow dripping blood and sweat.
I pound my chest,
my body finds no rest.
I pray for some other way,
to bring you home some day.
To make this right,
put your soul at ease,
I’m longing,
I’m pining
for wistful Eve.
In the garden
The garden.
I formed your heart - a raging storm
to crave eternity.
I took no rest until your birth.
You will find no peace
until you’re home with me.
Longing, pining, wistful eve
The garden the garden
Eden
It’s paradise
It’s home
from canyon to highest powdered peak.
Streams meander, their curvaceous banks
caressing her voluptuous physique.
She lullabies with wind and wave,
her creatures join the choir,
indulging in yield from fertile branches.
Her waters quench desire.
The garden, garden, garden
Beauty enraptures insatiable eyes;
vision’s clouded through my tears.
I lose myself, enslaved in search
of peace from all my fears.
Ashes sing from their grave’s depth
an eerie elegy.
My cravings haunt, my dry bones flaunt
harrowing mortality.
Lamenting the garden, garden, garden
I cry and I wail
I scream and I yell.
I pound, my chest
my spirit finds no rest.
I pray, for another way
Can you bring me home some day?
Until you make it right
and my soul’s at ease,
I’ll be longing,
I’m pining
I’m wistful Eve.
These luscious landscapes bewitching your gaze,
I uttered them into being.
A mural foreshadowing the feminine;
a poetic prophecy
All the wonders formed with words from my lips
culminated in Eve.
I gave birth to you with my hands and breath
in perfected intimacy.
So I cry and I fret,
‘brow dripping blood and sweat.
I pound my chest,
my body finds no rest.
I pray for some other way,
to bring you home some day.
To make this right,
put your soul at ease,
I’m longing,
I’m pining
for wistful Eve.
In the garden
The garden.
I formed your heart - a raging storm
to crave eternity.
I took no rest until your birth.
You will find no peace
until you’re home with me.
Longing, pining, wistful eve
The garden the garden
Eden
It’s paradise
It’s home