lunas lyrics and prose
here are some of mine that i have written thru the years.

When I see him When I see him I don’t see a confident 20 year old just starting on his own, I see the little boy I yelled at too many times. When I see him my eyes refuse to see the man he has become, but the little boy who is scared of his dad. When I see him I want to grab the little boy and tell him Im sorry. When I see him I want to let him know just how much he means to me, how much I love him. When I see him I want to go back. I want to tell myself just what a gift he is and not to waste it. When I see him I want to go back and start over, take him to more parks, take him on more camping trips. When I see him I want to make up for all the broken promises, the lies that were so entwined that even I believed them. When I see him I just want to be his dad, for him to forgive, to let me forgive myself.

Father and son Forever the father, forever the son, not knowing which he is, not knowing where he's from. Like he is stuck in the middle, Watching the storm clouds as they come. The voices they tell him, Some things that he must do. He is unsure if he should follow, So he searches for some clue. A clue that will tell him, The answers he forever seeks. His future sometimes seems looming, High and out of reach. Lost among the mountains, high upon the peeks. So upward he must climb, Forever seeking the light. Knowing what he must find, Is just beyond his sight. So he asks the question just one more time Am I the father or am I the son, Which path should I go? Should I walk or should I run? Should I embrace the future? Be in a hurry to change things, Or put my faith in a higher power, And accept what ever fate he may bring. Questions fill my head, But the answers are left in space. Yet when I close my eyes I see it, In front of me his face. I hear his voice, angry one minute, Then full of regret, wanting to start a new, Then I turn and then I see the other, The face of my son, wondering what is true. He is young again, like I was when my dad would be mad, Take his regrets out on me, I see that I did some of the same, My anger on my son, will I ever be free. I want to forgive him, to show my father love. But I need forgiveness from the man, who is my son, To give and to get I guess that is my goal, To let go of what he did and what I have done. Then I'll live in the light, forever peaceful. Knowing that yes I am the father and yes I am the son. David Abb May 14, 2007 6:10 am

Sometimes Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I question why it is the world can seem so grey. Its not really day break its not really night fall, its something in-between, a place where I'm to stay. There is no color, just some black and white, no blues, no reds, no orange and no greens. The past in front of us the future left behind, to remind me of what i have seen. So I reach out and never grasp, what truly is not there, am I lost, not know who or why, not knowing who truly does care.

Asking A child cries out, reaches, stretches, and falls. No one hears, no one cares, and no one comes, Darkness engulfs, the sunlight stripped away, The air turns cold, the ground gets damp. The air it starts to hum, deep and low it groans. He hears his name, first almost too soft, less than a whisper. It gets louder, it surrounds him. First it’s every where and it’s nowhere, Then it’s no longer beside him, but its inside, Then he is the voice, calling out to others, Beginning only asking, wanting to learn, needing to know. The he is demanding, grabbing, taking, trying to fulfill. He did not ask for this, he did not make this his plan, But he goes on, seeking the light he can never see, Warmth just beyond his grasp. Why was he chosen, what did he do? Can he ever be whole, can he ever accomplish what he never knew. The maze is growing larger, becoming everything he is, The puzzle the question and maybe the answer.

The darkness The darkness it’s always with me. Trying its best to consume, Trying to block the light, Wanting to put me in a tomb. It does not let me see, It hides the good from my eyes. Telling me to give up, its not worth it, Ill never succeed no matter how hard I try. But I need to just keep moving, Trying hard to reach the light. I know its out there, I know its there, Somewhere just beyond my site. I can feel it coming, I sense its movement, The warmth upon my face. But I feel I am loosing, Falling to far behind in this race. David Abb 6-01-07 6:15 am __________________

propitiation Searching forward, searching past, I just cant find it, am I really so lost? Always wanting, always grabbing, never seeing what it cost. Now its all catching up to me, the debt i have built must be paid. But my wealth is gone, my gold is mislaid. So I begin my searching, to fill this empty hole, but instead im falling, my soul turning as black as coal. Have I nothing to offer, something that will save, or once again will i drown, as I am covered by the monster wave. I have only one place left to go, I bow my head on bended knee, I ask forgiveness, beg that I be set free. the act of propitiation was so simple I am engulfed in such a wonderous feel I feel the tears sting my wondering eyes as I wonder if this miricle can be real. my past and my future come crasing down, I see that I am not alone, my higher power is and always has been, by my side with love he has shown.

cheese
here is one that is just fun, especially if you are from wisconsin. I wrote this in about three minutes. Cheese It comes in a wheel, It comes in a brick. It can be thinly sliced, It can be thick. It can be mild, It can be strong, It has many uses, None of which are wrong. But only in Wisconsin For this I’m willing to go to bat, It is only here you can find. A wedge of cheese made into a hat. David Abb 6-5-07 5:45 am

Whispers of white gently cover the world Masking what we truly see. Frozen feathers gently filter down, Giving the illusion of being free. Is the truth being covered in a blanket? Or is this a reality in white? Everywhere I look my senses dulled, No hearing, touch, or site. Will I have to wait for the warmth, Something only brought in the spring? Mabe then my spirits will rise, And once more my voice will sing.