Geology of Existence

All those things that never leave us
All those tragedies we'll never leave behind
All those memories that dog us til the end of time
All those things in life that have been so unkind
I wonder if we'll ever wake
To find God has touched us
Promising that once we die
Our embittered Soul
God will truly take.

All those sticky webs spiders spin in my head
Catching sorry thoughts and forgotten dreams
All those tragic moments we can't forget
Gripping us and ripping us up in  that stead
On stormy nights ignite our tinder minds with terrible flames
How our tender hearts burn to ash or so it seems
How our broken lives never mend from those cruel games
Still we become the walking dead
Wake each day to wonder who we truly are
Stalked by ghosts that we try to lock away
Cage them in a dark forgotten room in our heads
But somehow those fearsome spectres always find a way out
Even though we scream and shout with terror in our eyes
Realizing hordes of buzzing blue bottle flies
Reality dictates all that angst is never gone
Often hidden with a deceptive disguise.

All those ghosts and spectres that go uncaged
And in their rampaging rage
Tear more bloody strips off of us
Picking and molesting our bleeding wounds and scars
Tearing away every bandage we've sorely tried to attach
Trying to heal and patch those ample things
That nightmares and battles have in their rage
Grossly marked and marred us
Barred us from any peaceful place
All that unrest has constantly tested us
Refusing to stay arrested
Detested by their unmarked graves
Laying low until some muss and fuss
Once again invades our screaming soul
Like some chortling pirate and ghastly ghoul
Creeping in day and night
Beyond every boundary and shore
Taking us prisoner time and time again
Caging us in some horrific place
Where we'll never ever escape
Where we hoped in time we might redeem ourselves  
All our timeless hopes and dreams
Are tossed and broken from hopeless shelves
To the tangibly brutal floor
Where even God can't rescue us
Or piece us together anymore.

All this pain we suffer
All this angst we share
It makes me truly wonder
If God ever truly cared
It makes me wonder with such great sadness
If God is truly there.

What beauty is left when we're torn apart
Is there any bit of love left in any tiny cleft
When our hopes and dreams are smashed apart
What truly matters when life is bitter
So very hard from the very start
Does love have a leg to stand on
When lives are ripped apart and blown away
Or does the devil stand laughing when vultures circle
When packs of hungry wolves stand together and bay
If only the sea would one day calm
If only we could truly heal with some blessed salve and balm
If only we could stand as sisters and brothers
Perhaps then we might find some sacred way
Restoring our Souls and mending our ailing planet
God help us
God help us
In my constant grief and heartfelt tears
I close my eyes and ears
Trying not to see or hear
All those tortured Souls that live in constant fear
So I pray and pray
That perhaps God will one day save us
Perhaps peace and harmony might come and finally stay.

It seems we're on a sinking ship
As we fail and fail
As we stumble and trip
Those raging beasts that stalk us day and night
All those storms and maelstroms that give us fright
All this worldly carnage
That leaves us confused and blind
Making us go crazy
Go out of our blasted minds
It seems there is no redemption
No true love or peace in sight
All the birds have gone
There is sorry silence
No more happy songs
No real love or peace in sight.

Once there stood a Holy singing forest
Now nothing but a razed battlefield
Once a sacred garden grew
Now a ghastly graveyard
Surrounded by a pauper's field
Once a sea of plenty
Now the oceans are sorely empty
Once a blessed dream of man
Now an artificial plastic world
Full of toxic waste and no good plan
A world of radio-active strife
A world full of terrible mess
Like an over flowing stinking garbage can
With less and less blessed natural life.