Inside each one there lies a force

A creative genius that guides our course

With study, desire and persistent heart

He takes his place and plays a part

Whether high or low who can know

His place in life he will show

Patient eyes and discerning ears

He sorts out truth

Discarding fears

Through miles of travel on different roads

Little by little the picture unfolds

The key was hidden within a dream

To learn an ancient language it seems

To shape and mold the waking dream

 

Thomas Kappenman

 

  THE QUEST

 

Never shall I ever regret
The path of toil and bloody sweat
Round Mountain high and valley low
To the ends of the earth I’ll ever go 
Though times have caused my soul to burn
From anger raised and lessons unlearned
With lies so subtle snuck between the lines
I swing my sword destroying blinds 
Never shall I ever regret
The path of toil and bloody sweat
Round Mountain high and valley low
To the ends of the earth I’ll ever go 
With all my heart I’ve tried to see
The love within all things
Beauty lies within the heart
It’s been chased into hiding
From a terrible dark 
Never shall I ever regret
The path of toil and bloody sweat
Round Mountain high and valley low
To the ends of the earth I’ll ever go 
A torch I carry for those who love
To light their way and free the dove
Their hearts to free I hold the key
My heart is love so please don’t flee 
Never shall I ever regret
The path of toil and bloody sweat
Round Mountain high and valley low
To the ends of the earth I’ll ever go 

Thomas Kappenman

 

 

 

 

 

  SLAM CLICK CLICK

 

I can remember when I first arrived

I wasn’t sure what it meant to be alive

Confusion was the only sure thing

I didn’t know what it was just being

I looked over here I looked over there

I opened the door and saw blinding light

It filled me with fright

SLAM CLICK CLICK

Safe behind the locked door

Sometimes I wonder about that light

I remember the fright

I push it behind and go about doing my time

Is time my friend or time my foe?

Is this who I really am?

Only I can answer

When it gets quiet I think

Is that me that stinks?

The smell of my actions

Why can’t I change?

Am I doomed to a life of crime?

Will I do more time?

There’s this guy I talked to he started to get through

SLAM CLICK CLICK

Am I really that dense?

Am I really that proud?

I built quite a fence to be one of the crowd

Should I try it again?

Could he be right?

Why won’t I believe?

Is it my fright?

 

Thomas Kappenman

 

 

 

  CLOUD 9

 

I have heard the angels sing

They sing a song of love

The mystery of life they try to solve

For all of man they sing aloud

Will Jesus really return on a cloud?

What kind of cloud will that be?

A clouded mind or one all can see?

Have you ever felt yourself confused?

Or had the feeling your being used?

Not understanding why you feel this way

Have you heard of being on cloud 9?

That’s where he lies he’s not hard to find

You can hear the angels sing there from his mind

Sending a message to all his kind

I want to help bring peace to thee

So I keep looking for those who want to be

At peace inside, inside with me

I’ll not stop looking until I find,

The secret combination to open the mind

To the wonders of the world for all to see

I just want to be part of that family tree

A branch that shines for all to see

The love of God is for you and me.
 

Thomas Kappenman

 

  HEAVEN

To explain the way you’ve made me feel

I try to paint a picture so real

A hand reached out from total void

A power so real I could not avoid

Within a hole so dark and blank

Hope was gone my heart had sank

When I did spy in distant sky

A light shine through I can’t deny

So different and so queer did this light appear

It shocked me so and I did fear

For never had I ever seen

A light a true as this one seemed

When raging around me confusion screams

The light gives off a steady stream

An air about it seems to say

Take haven here its safe this way

I’ve walked inside so many storms

They’ve led me so far from my home

That when this light above me did loom

I ran and hid within my room

I sat and pondered at what I had seen

A light so beautiful, so pure, so clean

Under the door I can just make out

The faintest glow without a doubt

All I need is the courage to go

To meet and face what scares me so

Is heaven real?

Could I possibly go?

 

Thomas Kappenman        

 

 

 

  WAGES

 

Blisters on my mind leave calluses behind

The ringing in my head from an open mind

The light shines through to every corner

And just think I’ve been know as a stoner

A crackle, a spark, a blast, and arc

Spark your own arc

Can you feel the electric flow?

Can you feel your spirit grow?

What wondrous love from up above

The juice we need to get past here

Oh the time is near

A typhoon, a volcano dead 600 years

Open your eyes and see the signs

Look at your watch and see the time

The son is up and its judgment day

It’s time for god to sit and say

Now has come the time to pay

The wages for your life and deeds

He knows all your needs

What about your greed?

Weigh your heart and if its dark

Call on his son to bring the light

So you too can fight the good fight

And help to spread the light.

 

Thomas Kappenman