LYRICS
E v e r y o n e ' s H o m e
TO BE A WAVE
I dipped my toes into the wide sea of a new creation
I felt whispers of far off currents charged with kinetic purpose
I sensed velvety depths where ideas lurk before floating to the surface
To clash in foamy surf with all that has already been judged
By the sure rays of the sun
Now I stand firmly, ankle deep
The tide excavates the sand beneath my feet
With each delicate drag it pulls me deeper
So that someday, if I stand persistently and trust stubbornly
It might consent to consume me completely
My feet are buried in the sea and I am the sea
I dearly wish to catch a current
And braid myself into it
Ohhhhhhhhhh
What fun to be a wave! who's journey ends in clapping glory
Sparkling, alive, loud, and unique
Giving all that it has and taking what it should
Let me gather myself from the deepness, befriend a current
And find myself again
Of all the waves let me be one!
To wet the sand so that it might reflect the sun and sky
For a few moments of my own
by: Mahallia Pollard
SALMON SONG
I saltate up the rocky bed, a king among my soldiers
Who all are heroes, as am I, with duty on our shoulders
A duty, which when stripped to core is all the world encompass
The same for bear, and bird, and bee, and each to come before us
And in order to fulfill my task as it was laid for me
In order to ensure the life of newborn family
I and we, the strongest yet to live the widest blue
Must from within find where we came, and then begin anew!
A journey at adventure's end will lead us back to where
We were when first we drew our breath in water clear as air
To there is where we strive to go when fortune catches ride
On bodies strong as gravity that find the flowing tide
For, I am Salmon, king of all the creatures of the sea!
The righteous one who lives to live and illustrate to thee
The wonderment which lies within the suffer and the pain
The beauty which is at the top, the freedom that you gain
When once again you come upon the purest highest place
And that is where your duty lies, a one that's filled with grace
And all that you've endured until this point at journey’s end
Is for the sacred freedom of the long-awaited son and friend
A journey at adventure's end will lead us back to where
We were when first we drew our breath in water clear as air
To there is where we strive to go when fortune catches ride
On bodies strong as gravity that fight the flowing tide
For, when we find the source of one which once we called our home
It is not down but up we go, an effort quite unknown
To any bird or creature else who strives for re-creation
It is I and we who truly know the struggle worth a nation!
by: Madelyn Morgan
IRIS FINGERS
You see that painting there?
The one that moves?
I see a bunch of little thoughts in it
Going round and falling out her fingers
Squishing color, holding lines
Molding seeing inside minds
Tracing gentle fingertips
Thoughts uncovered, gleaming tricks
Painting breathing pictures
There’s life in there and I want to be in it
Successful, happy, playing, sappy
Painting as a medium
To mark up the world
Moving in with visions blurred
Setting color, feeling stirred
Fast and steady, strong but light
Darkness under, shifting sight
Let’s mark up the world with our hands
Our stories, our songs, our riddles and rhymes
You make one, and I’ll figure it out
I’ll take it in my mind, turn it around and spit it out
Feeling something changing course
Rearranging things rehearsed
Laughing inside, sharing some
On the outside, bearing none
Let’s take all the colors we know
And rub them between our fingers
And run them together so that they move
Secure, and sure, and curious
Feeling with a touch of paint
Messy mending, no restraint
Chaos quickly comes around
Grounded in its structured sound
by: Madelyn Morgan
GOLDS
When I get off the morning tram
I look around to see my man
He's standing tall against the sky
I smile at him and start to cry
I say to him, how came I then
To be your love and stay your friend
It wasn't very long ago
That you first, shyly, said hello
Let me soon become your wife
To build with you a precious life
We'll live together all our days
Until the golds fade into grays
He said to me, I love you now
You're all the world to me, somehow
I'll never need another friend
With you beside me till the end
When you soon become my wife
You'll build with me a precious life
We'll live together all our days
Until the golds fade into grays
We'll live together all our days
Until the golds fade into grays
by: Madelyn Morgan
LET THEM DO THE CLEARING
I lately heard a song that sounded harsh but felt complete
Its lyrics were the layered kind its melody was sweet
At first the voice before the rhyme was grinding to my ear
but when I stopped to listen I again rewound to hear
I rewound again to hear the truth behind the rhyme
It was a rhyme I didn’t know for it was his not mine
But good it was to hear a simple story plainly told
It had no face or form attached and yet a heart unrolled
To hold on to a feeling, and to let it be expressed
To give it up to music then to leave it there undressed
Is the fortune of a person easily inclined
To take up pen and paper then to let them clear his mind
by: Madelyn Morgan
STUCK IN PLACE
Stuck in place
Same thing day after day
Ride the elevator look at phone
Ignore the crowd you don’t know
But you see them every day
Go outside
See how the world is wide
You are lonely in your box, I know
There is much more to show
Than the things we choose to see
It’s really nice when you look up to smile
It’s really cool when we can all just smile
A friendly hello
And then we will go
Our ways
Push and shove
Climb to see from above
Seven billions of lives entwined
Make room and you will find
There’s air enough to breathe
Water, land
Bend to kneel on the sand
Barefoot all together
Bow to pray
That we might see a day
As beautiful as this
It’s really nice when you look up to smile
It’s really cool when we can all just smile
What is left?
The life of love in every breath
The sweet singing of a gentle phrase
The rich youth of cherished days
Or will we fade into the sound of wasted words and empty repetition?
by: Bella Ward
CANARY IN THE COAL MINE
Every now and then, a gracious rain will grant a parched field one long, cool drink
Every now and then, a brave little blossom will peek out of its cold, sidewalk slumber
Every now and then, an expired heart will persist in its delicate rhythm
Every now and then, a great and noble tree will make its mighty fall to the earth
And every now and again, mankind, in its slaving daze of routine,
With its loud activity so deafening to the human senses, and its bright ego
Illuminating all that is common and cheap,
Again misses the gentle calls of its Mother,
Of the small parts of her that have not yet been eroded away by the noxious winds and waters of the material
Again beats the flesh
Again poisons the tongue
Again incarcerates the mind
Again takes Again forgets Again doubts Again there aside and watches
While its own intelligent and wise and civil hands tear apart all that is good in a family.
Like the pinching of a candle, or the last drop of water.
Like the canary in the coal mine, when through the darkness it meets something heavy
And in the solitude of its fate the alarm in its sweet song goes unaided,
Until the breath in its lungs is extinguished
And, beholding the perished body in that dark and small chamber, one might begin to feel the compression of the dense rock above, and the bitterness of the air, and just as one begins to dream of forgotten sunbeams, there comes along a panicked and uneasy breeze
by: Bella Ward
PASSING FEAR
When you see me there without a care do you know that I notice you watching me?
Do I write my book based on your look with my conscience fervently knocking?
When I shake your hand do I feel the man that you’ve worked your whole life to be?
Or will I only know the comedy show that holds you bound – unfree.
Will I know you after we’ve talked a while, or will I remain in the dark?
Will I want to believe in all you achieve or patiently smile at your lark?
When we become friends will our friendship depend on the pretty things that we can’t see,
Or will I know you, and will you know me, in candid vulnerability?
When you look to me—do you see a dreamer with starry nights in her eyes?
Or do you see a strong believer in firmness as she flies.
When I look to you, do I see your inner, untouched by fearful lies?
Or do I see a rough beginner, bravely relinquishing tries.
Our stories are but what we show
How different they are from what we know
How can we uncover our honesty, and how can we simply be?
Our stories are not only things that we show,
For what little we show is not all that we know—
Is the truth I see a reality, do I show you the realness in me?
Our stories—they are so much more than we show…
They’re all that I see, they’re all that you know.
Am I the girl who is always near, or the whirl that you cannot hear?
Are you the one who will change my fear, or just a passing cheer?
by: Madelyn Morgan
SHANTI
Her devotions were crystallized inside of her
The were formed under intense heat and pressure
Deep inside the Arkansas landscape
Landscape of her childhood
She holds so much love
Her past where the crystals were formed
Was just like anyone’s past
She lived in that time as everyone does
Spinning in the wake of her parent’s thread
Spinning, falling, holding on for dear life
To the ones she loved
She loves so big
This girl loves so wide that sometimes her care
Breaches the limits of reason
She gives of herself
Gives and gives until she has no care left
To tend to the spark
Of her own persistent flame
Yet she persists, she transfers her warmth
To others, busily neglecting
The diamonds shivering just below
Her calm and clear and steady surface
by: Madelyn Morgan
EMMANUELLA
Whenever I see the sunset I think of you standing right beside me
Your hair is as bright as the sun and shines like the stars
When the morning comes again I can't wait to see your face
Your face is more beautiful than every star in the sky
And every sunset there ever was
Seeing you smile I see a rainbow because your smile is full of color
Hearing you sing brings happiness for all to hear
Your voice is a song that is waiting to be sung
You have the grace of an angel and when you are dancing everyone cheers
Because when you dance you are beautiful
You are beautiful to me
by: Elise White