Timothy Lawton

8/20/2000

Money
Have I fallen for you too?
Or is it that everything just seems to have a price
Shackle, chain, weight
Binding, holding, burdening
Industry is business ( bizeeness)
Work is a means of survival
Money
Money so I can eat
Money so I can move
Money so I can watch
Money so I can dress
Money so I can stay warm
Money so I can talk
Money so I can make money
Money
Have I fallen for you too?
Or, is it you just taint the air around me
Infesting our thoughts and polluting our actions
Industriousness is busy
And none of us have enough time to unwind
Or even slow down for one minute from Hyper- Maximum- Super- Overdrive
Money
Have I fallen for you too?

8/20/2000

I feel moved by the spirit, but don’t know where
Foolish confusion and ridiculous despair
Yet, I’m not fool enough to believe I’m fine
Or, that I can figure a way out
So, the easy answer is to say that you leave it up to God
The hard part is allowing that to happen
If I fail to question my faith is it lost?
If I fail to think all evil emanates from me, have I sinned?
I feel moved by the spirit, but I can’t discern the wind
Isolated in a crowd eyes whipping all about
Is it me or is it them?
I shouldn’t feel this way again and again

7/12/1997

If in the universe we’re not alone
God is still sure not to lose his throne
And if the pathfinder should happen to find some roads
The scientists can no better explain it when it’s raining toads
Or fish, nuts, and blood
But, now I’m off on a tangent
The hand asked where the phalange went
And who sent in the Marines
All those jellyfish and whales washing up on the beach
Where the universe show is shown on a dark clear night
Beach blankets, butts, and beer followed by a macho fight
When they don’ care what was wrong or what went right
Only once have I had a U.F.O. in my sight
But, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that scene
Someone else saw who I didn’t know and had never seen
Such a sight out of site a pink trail of light
But, maybe we are in the universe alone
And god is sure not to lose his throne
Because all paths through the mind find the same road
Doing me no good in explaining how or why it’s raining toads
Or, bombs, guts and blood
But, now I’m off on a tangent
The hand asked where the phalange went
And who sent in the Marines
All that blood and guts washing up on the beach
Where the society show is shown on explosive nights
To keep anything saving one has to fight
Distraction on my left and desire on my right
We have only one life to be a light
And I can’t let myself forget what that means
The things that I’ve been shown the things that I’ve seen
Such a life, spirit sight God’s fire in the night
And if only one calls the universe his own
Love is the cause and substance of his throne

8/30/2000

Troubled plagued by the same old thing
Thought for another poem cause for another drink
The struggle is constant the pain unceasing
Like a condemned man who keeps believing
There’ll be a reprieve
How much greater is the frustration of other men
Who have not my mind and faith their wounds to tend?
For both my mind and faith have been thoroughly tested
Yet, my pain is strong and my endurance invested
Yes, this is the ink with which man scripts his travails
Cursing the sky and cursing his Creator with wretched wails
Where we truly fail

9/21/2000

What is a day and what is a life?
But time passed an experience had
How can one spend a moment?
In countless ways in countless waste
Or, in beautiful understanding
Choices
Choice is our dagger
Choice is our love
Sipping delirious imagination
Caught within the jaws of expectant machinations
Biting the hand that feeds us
Bleeding the blood that leads us
Sin
A moment spent away from God
A time of the past an experience had
How then can we fill our moments?
Human being in spiritual being
Going beyond the self accepting God’s help
Because a maze is best known by the hand that made it