I thank thee

​I can’t say it’s been a perfect journey
Or that I’ve led the perfect life
But I can’t help but believe in perfect timing and divine intervention
Leading me to where I belong
With perfect family and perfect friends
And of course, the perfect wife
Making me forever gaze in wild wonder into the eyes of devotion
Helping me to sing my song
Knowing there’s a means to the ends

Thank you God for the life and opportunity you have bestowed me
I thank thee
I thank thee
I thank thee

Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig

Like It Or Not

I lose my breath whenever I think of holding you
I keep my distance
I stay away
Far in the distance
Far away from you
Far away from me
Far away from what anyone can see
Far away from you and me

I’m graced by visions whenever I’m around you
Stay away from me
Just stay away
I won’t ever look back
Far away to you
Far away from me
Far away from whatever could be
Far away from you and me

I wish it could be different
I wish we could live the fairy tale
But fairy tales only end in heartache or tragedy
In the real world
And we both live in the real world
I never liked living in the real world
But it’s the world we both live in
Like it or not

It’s the world we both live in
Like it or not

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Second Generation Holocaust

Second generation holocaust
So scary how history seems destined
To repeat itself
Second generartion holocaust
Wondering if it can really happen again
Can we be that blind?

All I can do
Is kneel down and pray
To the architect above
And hope he will pave the way
For a future of truth, peace and love

Second generation holocaust
I want to run and hide from it all
From dark history
Second generation holocaust
Hoping we can never again need to be reminded
That kindness needs to prevail

All we can do
Is open our hearts and pray
To the architect above
Hoping he will soon show us the way
So that one day we will learn how to love

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Too Stupid

What are you thinking?
Don’t tell me what you’re thinking
Why should I care?
I’m too stupid to not care
Don’t think of it as a blank stare
I’m just not blinking
Because the nothing left inside
Is all I have to share

The past comes back to haunt
All alone
Memories tease and taunt
Needing to look so strong
All alone
Afraid of getting it wrong

I don’t want to be alone

What was I dreaming?
I want to stop the dreaming
Don’t think I don’t care
I’m too stupid not to care
Don’t want to be misunderstood
There can be no meaning
Because with everything to lose
There’s nothing left to share

Buned to ash and dust
All alone
Doing what I must
Not wanting them to stare
All alone
Wondering why I still care

I don’t want to die alone

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Another Midnight

Another midnight passes into the hours of a soon forgotten day
Did I make an impression?
Was I a gateway toward a better place
Or just a slight intervention?

Another midnight now lost forever in the abyss of days long past
Was there any purpose
For the yesterday’s now faded to black
Where no light can ever be cast?

Another midnight letting memories slip through fractures in time
What was never meant to be
Thown away in an act of righteousnes
Only to commit the same crime

Too often our thoughts are a mystery shrouded in fantasy
Shadows hiding in the night
We’re left trying to decipher the symmetry
Between what’s wrong and right

Another midnight granting passage through what has past
Choosing what to remember
Left wondering about the here and now
And desires that weren’t meant to last

Too often we regret what we feel were our gravest mistakes
And stare off into the sun
Not knowing what would’ve or could’ve
Wishing for memorial retakes

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

New Day

Every new day
It all starts to make so much less sense
A little bit crazier
Meanings become more obscure
Violence and cruelty beyond reproach
They never seem to cease
Only seemingly getting far worse
Every new day

Every new day
I want to shut out all of the noise
And pretend its all quiet
Or that it can be one day
I hear no more sweet songs floating through the air
Replaced by vengeful cries
For even more bloodshed to be had
Every new day

Every new day
We grow heartless in our endeavors
Destruction seems the path
We’re determined to follow
I escape in drivel to render it null
Hoping we’ll see the light
Fearing no help for the window’s son
Every new day

Will there be a new day?

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Inner Sanctum

There’s a door to the sanctum where inspiration is bled from me
It used to be easy to find
Even when there wasn’t a sign
But now it lies buried in distant memories
Of days past that shall never be

There’s a longing in my heart where emotion once roamed free
It may never live there again
Except in deep desperation
And uncovered in the darkest of times
But the desirous will never see

There’s a chasm inside my soul where temptation used to be
It’s hidden by a dark gray line
Buried in the depths of time
With remnants of what has forever been lost
And what is for all eternity meant to be

Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

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