Voicemail

We have two voices
One for the message
The other hidden under our breath

Don't let the ghost escape
To haunt the machine
Like a distant shadow on a dying reel

Please wait for the tone
It's not over till it beeps.

Modern Pharisee

I do the right things
I hate the right people
Go to the right church
If you want to know your place
Look at you then look at me
I am a modern Pharisee

Reason

Nothing but the hunger
No answer from within
When every door seems to be closing
Do I kick one in?

Looking for direction on a one way street
When there's no one to ask
And reason is on the last bus
Leaving us standing at the corner

Why did I think it time to leave?
There was a promise of an end
But when it makes no sense
Life beyond reason is the place to be.

I'm No Abraham

It's all gone to hell
The promise hanging by a thread
I'm packing up and going home
Did Abraham flinch at the road ahead?

What's that you say - it's in my head?
It's hard to hear when I look around
Trampled like an empty box on the ground
But Abraham trusted the blessed sound

I thought there was a plan?
Places to be - things to do man
Hitch-hiking down an endless line
Abraham waited way past time

I want to help - I really do
Saving for a rainy day
Just need a little for myself
Abraham ready to give it all away.