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Thank God I Can’t Believe My Eyes



Thank God I Can’t Believe My Eyes
By Peter John

I see Earth wrapped in heartache.
I see Earth washed in tears.
I see Earth full of wasted lives,
And countless, endless, wasted years –
One vast and dizzy wasteland
Spinning hopelessly through space –
One dark demented landscape,
Lost to heaven, lost to grace –
A planet that’s forever lost its way.
I look around and see it every day.

And I thank God I can’t believe my eyes.
Cold shadows surrounding me are only a cruel disguise.
The Sun’s still shining warmly over the overcast skies.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

I see our armies clashing.
I see their pain and blood.
I see the battles raging on
For empires made on murky mud.
I watch wives turn to widows
Never knowing what it’s for,
While mothers bury only sons,
And orphans march to war.
When peace seems broken far beyond repair,
I hang my head and whisper one soft prayer.

And I thank God I can’t believe my eyes.
Cold shadows surrounding me are only a cruel disguise.
The Sun’s still shining warmly over the overcast skies.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

They say that seeing’s believing.
As I watch my life unfold,
Some days I see myself getting nowhere,
Other days just getting old.

I see my dear ones aging.
I see some pass away.
I see some nurture brand new life
With hope to bring a brighter day.
When everything around them proves
That all their hope is vain,
They face the darkness, fight the wind,
And disregard the rain.
They borrow light from some great source above,
And shelter a tiny candle lit by love.

And I thank God they can’t believe their eyes.
They show that the shadow lands are only a cruel disguise.
They draw warm sunshine down from over the overcast skies.
Thank God they can’t believe their eyes.
And I thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

Cold shadows surrounding me are only a cruel disguise.
The Sun’s still shining warmly over the overcast skies.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.
Thank God I can’t believe my eyes.

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“Thank God I Can’t Believe My Eyes” -Music and Lyrics ©2006 by Peter John Stone/Audio & Video Recordings ©2008 by Peter John Stone. All Rights Reserved; Video: Images courtesy US Army, US Air Force, US Navy, US Marine Corps, and NASA-Available artist credited individually in video credits.
Free for all non-commercially related use, provided full credit and copyright notice is given the author. Please inform the author of any intent for creative application. Contact the author for permissions of anything involving funds changing hands, or other transactions of value.

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Dark Oracles



Dark Oracles
By Peter John

Electric jungles, black and white,
With bullets broadcast every night,
And body counts from Walter Cronkite.
That’s the way it was …

When screams from someone else’s war
Entranced me on the parlor floor
And Daddy said, “We’re killing for the right
Our country does.”

Now Technicolor airwaves beam the battles from abroad.
The heavy decades of regret and still we’re playing God,
But I have shed the biases my father taught his son,
And recognize the wrong our country’s done …

Now I scream –
This is the wave of tomorrow, it’s breaking,
No soldiers to train.
No sons for the motherland.
No daughters to chain.
No fathers can force us to follow
The trails their lies have worn
No beatings can bring us to follow
The empty oathes they’ve sworn.

Dark Oracles blind us from knowing
The destiny we earn.
They tell us tomorrow must burn,
But the tables still can turn.

Today we are contemplating
Destroying Earth and sky.
No armies will need to be marshaled
If we should ever let the missiles fly.
Our navies will drift unattended
On seas of glowing blood.
Our bones will be washed with extinction
On shores of steaming mud.
A thousand millennia linger
Till dawns another age.
We’re smudges of ink on a finger
That helps to turn the page –
That’s all we are …

Dark Oracles echo our questions
With riddles of their own.
The answers that slice to the bone
We interpret alone.

Our planet is plagued with a species
A tumor in her head
Infesting her face with a growing
Malignant urban spread.
We poison her provident waters.
We scrape away her skin.
We synthesize sunspots in kettles
And melt her flesh to tin.
The hands of the stopwatch are frozen
A second to the bell.
One moment will show if we’ve chosen
To make the Earth a paradise or hell.

Dark Oracles’ blinding ambitions
Are fostered by our fear.
They say a catastrophe’s near,
We create what we hear,
And then we say Dark Oracles are right –
Dark Oracles calling in the night –
Dark Oracles swallowing the light.

The future offers these footsteps,
Oh, Mothers! Your sons refuse to kill.
Your daughters’ desperate oppression is over
Protected by the pill.
No promise of life without aching,
But one more day to live.
No glorious prize for the taking,
But one more chance to give.

Dark Oracles promise tomorrow
Humanity must die,
And then leave us wondering why
Without a clear reply.
It’s time for Dark Oracles to die!

Electric jungles, colorized,
While bullets go unrecognized,
With freedom blindly jeopardized,
Just like the way it was.
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“Dark Oracles” – Words and Music © 1991 by Peter John Stone. Video © 2010 by Peter John Stone; Brief tune in video, from “Dark Oracles, © 1991 by Peter John Stone. Please contact author for permissions on any use, but the atuhor offers reasonable terms.

Premonition


Premonition
by Peter John

The first time that my brother came to visit
My uniform had almost left me mad,
Till on a foreign shore
He found my barracks door,
And I forgot why things had seemed so bad.

A voice I know, a face that looks familiar —
A face that carries features of my own —
He offers me his heart
When mine is torn apart.
He opens up a harbor far from home.

A questing heart, a mind that masters meaning —
A body strong, a soul that earns no shame —
Though I came first in birth
He helps me feel my worth,
And makes me proud to share his family name.

Another time my brother came to visit
When I was free but still had dues to pay.
He stepped into my cell,
Dispelled my private hell
And heaven didn’t seem too far away.

It bothers me to think how much I hurt him
When we were children learning how to grow.
But when I try to say,
He laughs it all away,
And I’m the one afraid to let it go.

So when the Stars and Stripes have brought him homeward,
And set him free to wander once again,
He’s sure to come to me.
I know I’ll never be
As good a man as he’s already been.

The next time that my brother comes to visit
I’ll open up that special jug of wine.
But he can’t help me drink.
So, when he’s gone, I think
I’ll drink it by myself, and I’ll feel fine.

(c) 1990, by Peter John Stone, All Rights Reserved. No use is authorized without permission from author, but the author offers reasonable terms, and entertains any proposals.

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