Bleeding

The soil is bleeding,
The spirits are pleading,
Would anyone up in Heaven listen
To the cries and whispers
Of a forsaken heartbroken mother.

It's an open wound,
Infected by rust and resistant viruses.
It's a stormy sea,
Crashing its waves on our doorsteps
As heavy windy rains
Invade our homes.

Where is safety?
Does security exist on Earth?

Excuses

These lyrics were written for me. Alanis had me in mind, without knowing it, through some sort of collective consciousness channeling. And just like Alanis, I have come so far and farther away from those lyrics, but I still enjoy the beautiful song.

Alanis Morissette - Excuses

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=wlnXHPawXVM

Why no one will help me 
I am too dumb I am too smart 
They'll not understand me 
I am lonely 
They'll hate me 
And there is not enough time 
It's too hard to help me 
And god wants me to work 
No resting no lazy 

These excuses how they served me so well 
They've kept me safe 
They've kept me stoic 
They've kept me locked in my own cell 

I'm too far from home 
It takes far too much energy 
And I cannot afford to 
No one will ever see me 

These excuses how they served me so well 
They've kept me safe 
They've kept me stoic 
They've kept me locked inside my cell 

These excuses how they're so familiar 
They've kept me small 
They've kept me blocked 
They've kept me safe inside my shell 

Bringing this into the light 
Shakes their foundation 
And it clears my side 
Now my imagination 
Is the only thing that limits 
The bar that is raised to the heights 

No one can have it all see 
I have to they want me to 
And I can't let them down 
I'll never be happy 

These excuses how they served me so well 
They've kept me safe 
They've kept me small 
They've kept me locked inside my cell 

These excuses how they're so familiar 
They've kept me small 
They've kept me stoic 
They've kept me locked inside my cell

Confusion

I cannot remember where I left my pen,
It's been a long time since I've visited a blank page,
Although I have so much to write about.

Days gravitate around the planet,
Giving me more time to live,
While age rushes me to get things done.
So, I keep fighting the old demons,
I struggle to prepare for future demons,
And I miss the here and now.
Then I figure I should change my strategy,
Shake up my priorities,
Swallow my perfectionist pride,
Reassess my status,
And move on.

I run to the mountains,
I ask the trees:
'Who am I?
What do I want?
What should I do?
Which path leads me out of this chlorophyll maze?'