Touch

You can jump across the universe,

 In one synapse of the mind. 

 You can mold a new reality, 

 With the clay of space and time. 

 The walls between dimensions, 

 Do not amount to much. 

 Crossing from one to the other, 

Requires the power of touch.

The gap between impossibles,

Is breached through the touch of love.

The dead become the living,

From Heaven’s power above.

The forgotten become the changers,

Which were never considered as much,

Miracles become common place,

Through the heart of touch.

From creation to destruction,

Is bridged through the force of fear.

One second’s choice irrevocable,

When anger comes so near.

 Yet creation can spark from nothing,

And it does not require much,

From passion was born reality,

Through the power of touch.

Our two hearts come together,

Our souls touch through the lips.

Our life blood flows as one,

Through the fingertips.

With your hand in mine,

I hear the song of life as such.

Forever unfolds before us,

Through the power of touch.

Make The Change

 Believing something can be different is the first step in making it different.

Believing you can make that difference is the second step.

Sharing your thoughts with another can show how to make it real.

Suddenly the world becomes changed by your belief.

This is for my wife who changed me for the better, a Polish musician named Edyta who does this through her music, and for each of you who do the same in your own way.

Rhythm is the blood of souls,

Music is the flow from the heart.

The beat comes from long ago,

Long before time got its start.

The changes which come our way,

Can only see the light of day.

When singing souls join as one,

There’s nothing which cannot be done.

Resonate,

Invigorate,

Retaliate,

Its not to late.

Rearrange,

See the long range,

Its in your hand,

To make the change.

The death of hope is in the news,

Where details paint in darker hues.

And right back home upon the street,

Confirming scenes where eyes don’t meet.

Where apathy is king today,

Its chaos children will run and play.

For change to come you make the start,

Believe it first inside your heart.

Resonate,

Invigorate,

Retaliate,

Its not to late.

Rearrange,

See the long range,

Its in your hand,

To make the change.

True miracles are not by God’s hand,

They come by his power through human hands.

And the miracle comes through this song,

Knowing in our weakness we are made strong.

It is love that overcomes any odds,

Changing the face of Earth where we may trod.

So make this day glow with your power bright,

By believing first things are made right.

Resonate,

Invigorate,

Retaliate,

Its not to late.

Rearrange,

See the long range,

Its in your hand,

To make the change.