Writings
Writings by Russ and Others
EmailRuss&Mo
Step into my eyes; yet step not too far,
for you might fall endlessly towards
a truth unforeseen.
Unpredictability is as predictable
as the rise and fall of the tides;
still, no one ever sees it coming.
Consider this- it is only when
we are stride for stride in the comfort zone
that we helplessly trip over
our own feet.
Are we really so clumsy
that we cannot walk a straight line?
Or do we stumble by choice?
Not even at this moment do
I feel in control of the path chosen.
This path I speak of lies
at the middle of the crossroads
of future and past; today and tomorrow;
what could have been and
what might be; existence and oblivion;
you and I.
I guess you could say this road
exists only in my mind-
but is is fashioned by choice.
Choice.
We make the choices which
rule the outcomes in our lives
even though we never
are directly in control.
We choose, yet we do not decide.
Where we go is for us to decide;
where we end up is not our choice.
So when do we finally
obtain direction in our lives?
Maybe minute control destines
our fate; mabye not.
Perhaps chance affects, influences,
and ultimately directs
where we will end up.
What I would give to have
control of chance; no, what
I would give to never have that
control.
Walking blind down that path
which disects the crossroads-
that is the destiny
for my soul.
Does happiness lie within
our minds or deep in our hearts?
Can one really exist without
the other? I think so.
I can decide what is right
and what is wrong, yet my
heart influences what I do.
So, now, I engage on a
journey to the unknown,
fate befalling my every step;
never knowing the consequences of
each.
Will you walk that journey with me?
by Russ
She hears his heavy breathing in the dark;
his footsteps coming closer down the hall.
She's so ashamed, she's daddy's secret love.
She wants to cry, she wants to die, but he can't get enough.
The bruises on his face will go away;
mom keeps hims home from school till they fade.
She's sorry he was born and tells him so;
He takes it in, he hangs his chin, he ducks another blow.
Did God overlook it?
What ought have been written.
The eleventh commandment-
Honor Thy Children.
He cries for hours, cries and never stops;
He shakes so hard his little cradle rocks.
He'll never have the chance to be brand new;
He'll never walk, he'll never talk, he's addicted too.
Did God overlook it?
What ought to have been written.
The eleventh commandment-
Honor Thy Children.
Thou shalt not kill,
Thou shalt not steal,
Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain,
Thou shalt not cause thy children pain.
God does NOT overlook it;
what ought to have been written.
The eleventh commandment-
Honor Thy Children...Honor Thy Children.
The Eleventh Commandment, by Karen Taylor-Good and Lisa Aschmann,
performed by Collin Raye.