Looking through the Dark

 Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them turn to me

Sometimes for an advice

Sometimes just for an ear to listen

Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them just need encouragements

Sometimes they know how they feel

Sometimes they have no idea

Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them almost killed themselves

Sometimes they took me with them

Sometimes they only let me swimming the surface

Some of my friends are depressed

Some of them are okay now

Sometimes they move me forward

Sometimes they tell me that my life has a purpose

Some of my friends are depressed but that's okay

I have explored my darkest side because of them

And that is okay because now

I get to know myself better

Of The Boat and Bees

It was dark, far left to the shore

It was a boat that stays afloat

And it was bees that flees

Freely, fiercely

And then there was a sailorman

In his sailor-hood, coming out of the wood

With a grape in a basket, he is carrying a small casket

Lousy, drowsy

The bees flew closer to the sailorman

Beezy buzzy boozy bees

Surrounded the moaned, stranded, bearded sailorman

"Boar and bear, break my bone, boot my boat"

No matter how hard the bees buzzed

The sailorman would not care

"Boar and bear, break my bone, boot my boat"

He ate the grapes

The troubled, trudged, bearded sailorman climbed up his boat

"Boar and bear, break my bone, boot my boat"

And the bees stung his arm

But the bees can do him no harm

The sailorman put the casket up his boat

Started the boat, shouted out loud, sailed onwards

Little did he know, the casket was for him

Of the boat and bees who tried to notice him

But it was too late for the sailorman to be awake

He sails forever in the darkness

With the bees buzzed in his ears

And the boat that stays afloat in the clouds

No Kiddin

 Who am I kiddin?

My brother rode a tricycle

My pa did the checks

My ma hatched the eggs

I was a rebel on my own term

Once I rode the coastal car

Down to the sea of Hatt's

Where my first love and I collide

And swore by the ocean to never leave each other

But that was eons ago

I grow up ever since

My pa doin the chickens

My ma still hatched the eggs

And my brother, goin out lots

With two slaves and a drunken pal

Not to find love but to find life

He'd be singin in bars

Swingin from one place to another

I do paperwork now

Clean businesses

I be working 'til night

I don't wear collars

It be lookin foolish and confusin

And I'd be failin a lot

To get to where I should be

Another love comin up

I have learned not to swear on anythin, anymore

So it flows on

I can only hope it flows to the sea

Who am I kiddin?

There are no surprises

Just changes

Slight changes

But the family stays

I know I was born to be somethin

I ain't gonna waste it on checks and eggs

I be makin my pa and ma proud

Maybe someday, I'll build a bar

So my brother could sing

So he could find a roof of his own

And pass it to anyone who needs a hand

Of becoming who they want to be

Without even havin to kid themselves

And by the time I done it

I'd be sayin,

"Well, bro,

no kiddin."