Crack In The Eggshell

Crack In The Eggshell

The crack in the eggshell, it casts a shadow of doubt

If a bird or a reptile will be stumbling out.

The crack in the eggshell, it's where the virus slips in

To dance the Saint Vitus on the creature within.

Better not crack your eggshell unless you're ready for the World.

You might crawl like a lizard, shed your feathers like a bird.

Better not crack your eggshell unless you want some company.

You just might meet a virus, perhaps change genetically.

If you crack your eggshell to see how God designed you

You might find a frying pan with a roaring fire behind you.

Better not crack the eggshell

Ya better not! Better not!

You might find an awful smell

So ya better not! Better not!

You might feed a virus well

Oh whatcha got! Whatcha got?

Better not crack your eggshell

The crack in the eggshell, it casts a sliver of light

Into your hidden darkness, cuts you like a knife.

The crack in the eggshell, it's where the madness appears

To slip into your head and dance between your ears.

Better not crack your eggshell unless you're ready to get hurt.

You might soar like an eagle before crashing to the dirt.

Better not crack your eggshell unless you want some company.

You just might dance with Madness, perhaps lose your sanity.

If you crack your eggshell to see how God designed you

You might find a frying pan with a roaring fire behind you.

Better not crack the eggshell.

Better not crack the eggshell.

Better not! Better not!

- G. Laidlaw

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Straight To Hell

Straight To Hell

Johnny was a good boy
He just didn't stop to think
The night he flipped his T-Bird
After thirteen rounds of drink
The girl he hit was ten
Her life gone when she fell
Then God took her to Heaven
But Johnny went straight to Hell

Sherri had a problem
And she tried to run from it
She bought a bottle of floor wax
And drank up every bit
They thought she was a good girl
But who can really tell
Her mom went to God for answers
But Sherri went straight to Hell

Billy was a nice boy
Except he was a liar
They put him away when the Andersons died
He liked to play with fire
They did an operation
Said his brain was well
Thirty years later via heart attack
Billy went straight to Hell

We think we are good
You know everybody does
But not a day goes by
We don't break some natural laws
We think we're living right
But who can really tell
Until they're with God in Heaven
Or going straight to Hell

-G. Laidlaw

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Depression, One Size Fits All

The following two original poems by G. Laidlaw look at a condition nobody is immune from. (Even the dead can suffer from it. How many happy ghosts do you hear about?) If you've danced with this dragon, you know just how cruel a master it can be. If you haven't then you have no idea just how bad it can get. Pray it doesn't choose you.

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Gray Today

Drag a cloud across the Sun

Make it rain on everyone

Drain the colors leave just gray

Make the whole World go away

Crush the smile of a circus clown

Pull a rainbow to the ground

Crash an airplane every day

Make the whole World go away

Pour a flood across the Earth

Kill a dream before its birth

Pick a God and to Him pray

Make the whole World go away

Find this poor man take what's his

Make life harder than it is

Fill me up with shades of gray

Make the whole World go away

G. Laidlaw

To The Zoo

She stares into the mirror but she doesn't see her face

Her answer's getting clearer but her question's been erased

So she turns to the closet and picks out the yellow dress

That she burned with a cigarette the last time she confessed

To thoughts obscene

The dirty dreams

That fill the night completely with her screams

Somewhere deep inside herself she knows exactly what to do

Go To The Zoo

She puts on the yellow dress and stares into the mirror

Jumbled colors in a mess but her reflection's getting clearer

So she turns to the razor blade with its edge of gleaming steel

Draws lines across her arm in a moment all too real

Sanguinary rain

Crimson drops of shame

Fall upon her yellow dress

Paint a picture of her pain

Somewhere deep inside herself she knew exactly what to do

Go to the Zoo

G. Laidlaw

Depression Canada

Suicide

"Don't worry, be happy" - Meher Baba

A Love Poem For The Ages

Love... it can be humbling. The following original poem by G. Laidlaw is all about the humbling power of love...

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Nodrog's Lament


Your beauty decrees
Moonbeams and Starlight
Through Space and Time
In cosmic battles compete,
Striving for the honor
Of briefly dancing
Circles 'cross your cheek
While you dream.


Let me gaze not into your eyes
Lest I become spellbound
Lost amid the kaleidoscopic pinwheels
Of sunlight and rainbows
Dancing in opalescent splendor
'Neath your lashes,
Teasing, enticing me with
Veiled glimpses of passionate realms
Deep within your Soul where
Love and laughter cavort
Like nectar-sated butterflies
Spinning secret tapestries
On the warm evening breezes
Born of a late Summer's Eve.


Smile not when I am so enraptured
For it might embolden within me belief
If my heart is true
My intentions pure
I may, like quiet mist, slip shadow-quick
Into the translucent rays of Divine Creation
Emanating from your Soul.
To therein find the key
Enabling me to solve the riddle
To earn, finally
The right to stay
Beside you forever.


Ah, 'tis lovesick folly indeed
For truly you are
The Envy of Angels
Sullen and angry with God
For passing them by
To linger in your light.
They who wear the arrogance of permanence
Squander the luxury of time
Could only watch aghast
As God
Upon the delicate bloom
Of a mortal human vessel
Did bestow His gifts
Heavenly beauty and feline grace.


Truly
A fool am I
Who dares to dream
Beauty of such perfect balance
In fragile iridescence wrapped
Could be entrusted to a creature
Brutal and awkward as I.


G. Laidlaw.