18 bullet holes in the body of a priest They say he was eating a hot dog when the ammunition was released. They say he was always fat and lazy but
You set before me all my dreams And vowed to give me everything You said I did not have to choose But Father he would disagree with you You took Him to
People try to tell me what I should believe But I just sit and listen cause love will never leave Hieroglyphic sermons gallantly express Visions of repression
The space in my mind is too small for You The space in my heart is too small for You too And all of things of the earth that I know Are too small for
I am haunted by my love for comparison My fascination with a single common theme And I am hounded by the fear that I might be losing it Slipping from
I feel the warmer days a coming Kicking the cold right out the door I can see the equinox approaching Vernal sky no longer pours And I open up my window
If i could lie in a bed of moss and sleep and dream the nights away i'd make the world count its cost for a big brass bed And rivers would lullaby me
It's been like a circus in her head And she sighs when she hears the lions roar She can stare through the cages till the colors turn red But she just
These are the confessions of a broken down man She said she needed a father So I faked fatherhood and drew her in I don't know if it was intended Maybe
"Bring beauty to this house," she told me, "with the talent you have in your hands. Bring beauty to His house with your words now, cause there's a
written by Don Chaffer on 11/21/96 at 23:41 The first day of class, they call out your name and you have to reply even if you're shy. And if you choose
It's been a long time Haven't spoken for a while Been tryin' to do it on my own again, And I been fallin' on my face again. It's been a long time
They sat near one another at the water's edge I'll say "they" because "we" is too hard to say And he told her what he'd come so far to tell her with
She's got her eye on the wind She resents her own skin She wants to fly She's got a bend in her mind She treats herself so unkind She don't know
He came rolling through the hills just to be with me And I was young and I was pretty and I was free It was before the time that I knew that I Could
written by Lori Chaffer on 10/24/97 at 10:05am He was holding her hand For the very first time He was telling her things that she just did not understand
written by Don Chaffer June 1998 (Possum Kingdom Lake, TX) Will You find me in the valley I'm afraid I've lost my way I was up there on the mountain
The backdrop of mountains cuts into the sky They're there to protect or entrap the ones inside A quiet village is full of tired brows Thin strips of farmland
