Karla's Song

Wrote this about a person I met in Peru while I was a missionary there...
I'm postin' it here for Spencer!

Dark blue Peugeot, 1964, there’s not a sound as she softly shuts the door.

Though it hasn’t left the driveway in years, its dashboard is wet with a young woman’s tears.

When the Sorrow welled up down within her heart, she would go to the car and sit in the dark.

Night after night she entered the car, and asked forgiveness from God, for wanderin’ so far.

The memories of all the things she had done, pierced through her heart like the shot from a gun.

But if He’d ever have her, she’d like to come back, she confessed many times to the night sky so black.

And she prayed to her Father above, she cried to Him to send her His love.

She was scared and confused and had long lost her way, but she found it again as she began to pray.

The nights turned to weeks but one common day, just after she’d entered the old car to pray,

She heard a knock on the gate outside and had to choose to go or to hide.

But something prompted to answer the door, could this be the answer she’d been looking for?

Her neighbor from the store down the street, with two young men in ties are the ones she did meet.

They said that they wanted to talk about God, and as they spoke she began to feel odd.

She told them to come back the next day to talk, then went back to her car to ponder that knock.

And she prayed to her father above, she cried to Him to send her his love.

She was scared and confused, but could this be the way? Had she found it again? She continued to pray.

They taught her God had never left her side, although she’d wandered through mists of fear and pride.

As they taught her day after day she began to feel something within her growing bright and real.

And after each lesson she went to the car, knowing Father in Heaven wasn’t to far.

The day finally came all dressed up in white; the Spirit came down and filled her with light.

She said, “This is all true, I feel it, I know that a Father in Heaven loves us here below.

“And through we may wander, we’re never to far, I know ‘cause he found me alone in my car.”

And she prayed to her Father above, and thanked Him for sending her his love.

She’d been scared and confused and had long lost her way, but she found it again when she began to pray.

I Wonder Why

I wrote this today.



Hey girl, why did you pick me, out of all of the fishes in the deep blue sea?
Ya know I’m no trout and I’m no pike, and you could throw me back if you would like.

Now I’m not trying to say goodbye, it’s just that sometimes I wonder why….

Why did you pick me out of all of the masses, I’m not the best of the metals and gasses
I don’t have the most electrons, which is why I’d understand if you wanted me gone.

Now I’m not trying to say goodbye, it’s just that sometimes I wonder why….

Why did you pick me out of all of the guys? I sit around for hours just wondering why.
Just answer this, please give me a clue, what’d I do to deserve a great girl like you?

Now I’m not trying to say goodbye, it’s just that sometimes I wonder why…. I wonder why…

Why did you pick me out of all of the guys? I sit around for hours just wondering why.

Mushroom Go!

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Weather

‘Ya hear about that rocky mountain hurricane, or the snow on the west coast?

Or the tsunami hittin’ the Great Plains, or that Juneau’s burnt like toast?

Lately the weather’s been under the weather, the meteorologists agree.

It’s been so insane, can’t even trust your weather pane. It’s on all the channels on TV.

Ooooh.

Winter’s burning up with jealousy, and the sun’s hate is bitter cold.

You must be the cause of this anomaly, because you girl are so bold.

Lately the weather’s been under the weather, the meteorologists agree.

It’s been so insane, can’t even trust your weather pane. It’s on all the channels on TV.

Ooooh.

You’re  brighter than the sun, more powerful than thunder,

You move me more than any wind, girl you are a wonder!

Lately the weather’s been under the weather, the meteorologists agree.

It’s been so insane, can’t even trust your weather pane. It’s on all the channels on TV.

Ooooh.

Crazy

These days I’m going semi half neurotic

And they say I’m acting quasi part robotic.

What did I do to get me so bionic?

And is it something that maybe might be chronic?

Perhaps the work of some great hypnotic?

What ever it is is there an anti-biotic?

Am I insane or am I simply dying?

Am I in love or am I really flying?

What is the deal? I am sincerely prying.

Just tell me now if you wish to stop my crying.

Have you found the source of my proper confusion?

For I have come to the following conclusion:

Like a hermit I’m in a pensative reclusion,

Probably due to an emotional contusion

Thus causing a grand sentimental fusion

That might send me to a mental institution.

Am I insane or am I simply dying?

Am I in love or am I really flying?

What is the deal? I am sincerely prying.

Just tell me now if you wish to stop my crying.

I thank you now for your present kindness

And patience as I cerebrically undress

Although you want to you cant really help this

So go on your way but please do not be depressed

Cause I have found my real deep root weakness

This roller coaster is due to the stress….

I get from you.

I’m not insane and I’m simply surviving

I’m not in love and I am done with flying

So here’s the deal I am sincerely sighing.

Just leave me now if you wish to stop my crying.

I’m not insane and I’m simply surviving

I’m not in love and I am done with flying

So here’s the deal I am sincerely sighing.

Just leave me now if you wish to stop my crying.

Just leave me now if you wish to stop my crying.

Real Life

Is this the water from the shower or my tears?

And though it takes the dirt away, why don’t it take my fears?

And now it burns me, was that the water or my pain?

And if the latter, why don’t it go down the drain?

I can’t tell my feelings from reality.

All I do, reminds me of the pain, and the hurt, and the loss, and the shattered dreams, deep within my soul.

All because I lost you.

I’m in a traffic jam, is it mental or real life?

And of those sirens, the police or inner strife?

Are those trucks or tricks of mind there in my mirror?

And are those memories or angry car horns that I hear?

I can’t tell my feelings from reality.

All I do, reminds me of the pain, and the hurt, and the loss, and the shattered dreams, deep within my soul.

All because I lost you.

Stare at the ceiling, but all I see is black.

Is it the evening or another cruel attack?

My clock is glowing, though there’s no light in me.

When the dawn breaks will it finally set me free?

I can’t tell my feelings from reality.

All I do, reminds me of the pain, and the hurt, and the loss, and the shattered dreams, deep within my soul.

All because I lost you.

In the beginning...

Well, first post. Should be a big deal right? Should we christen it? Throw a baby shower? Yell "I got the first post!" I think I'll keep it low key and just give a brief overview of what is going to be here, sorry all you party lovers. Ok, intro, here we go:

This is going to be a place where I can put whatever I feel like.


Pretty sweet, huh? What's that you say? That intro is not specific enough? *sigh* I guess I need to give you, the public, what you want, right? Here goes:

This is going to be a place where I can put whatever I feel like. What I feel like posting will usually be poems and song lyrics that I write, the occasional short story, maybe odd digital designs that i whip up every once in a while, and the rare actual "observations of Ben" (what this blog is titled) about my life.

There you have it, party's over for now.