Simply secluded softness of sorrow
Lame feeling really
Regret filled wrinkles of rage
Just immaturity
Ear slapping cries
Battery acid tears
Grow up
Monday, May 9, 2011
Embers of Regret
Embers stoked by regret
Time doesn’t matter tonight
These eyes won’t close
I wish I could forget
The pain of losing that fight
Victory was so close
Something else won’t let
Me move on into the light
It’s not something
It’s someone
And no one’s here
But me
Time doesn’t matter tonight
These eyes won’t close
I wish I could forget
The pain of losing that fight
Victory was so close
Something else won’t let
Me move on into the light
It’s not something
It’s someone
And no one’s here
But me
Black Shadows
Black shadows swiftly sail across the carpet
Stand behind me quietly
I can feel them sometimes, not always
Their charcoal fingers touch lightly
Who are these lost souls I ask myself?
Why must they torment me?
They are me and he invited them.
Stand behind me quietly
I can feel them sometimes, not always
Their charcoal fingers touch lightly
Who are these lost souls I ask myself?
Why must they torment me?
They are me and he invited them.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Angel of Memories Lost
Innocence or not is on the chopping block today
The call is made and he starts his way down to the streets below.
They see her and feel frenzied
They hate her
She might have been aggressive, naïve, mean
But she doesn’t deserve what they intend.
He makes it on to the streets in time to see her taken away.
He checks his watch, nods and follows.
She’s worried, then terrified, she prays
At home, a young boy sits in class and asks
Why does God let bad things happen to good people?
I don’t know Son, I don’t know.
He finds her tied down crying and kneels next to her.
They don’t see him, he is sent from elsewhere.
Angel of mercy for the righteous.
Angel of sleep for frightened.
Angel of memories happily lost.
His hands cover her eyes.
She slips into shock.
Justice will be done he whispers.
The call is made and he starts his way down to the streets below.
They see her and feel frenzied
They hate her
She might have been aggressive, naïve, mean
But she doesn’t deserve what they intend.
He makes it on to the streets in time to see her taken away.
He checks his watch, nods and follows.
She’s worried, then terrified, she prays
At home, a young boy sits in class and asks
Why does God let bad things happen to good people?
I don’t know Son, I don’t know.
He finds her tied down crying and kneels next to her.
They don’t see him, he is sent from elsewhere.
Angel of mercy for the righteous.
Angel of sleep for frightened.
Angel of memories happily lost.
His hands cover her eyes.
She slips into shock.
Justice will be done he whispers.
Where are you?
Where are you?
A question asked always anticipating a story not a location.
Tell me a story.
What?
I said, “where are you?”
Gather around me, and I will tell you.
A question asked always anticipating a story not a location.
Tell me a story.
What?
I said, “where are you?”
Gather around me, and I will tell you.
Goodbye Drummer Boy
A drummer off stage, small and weak, crying
The stage erupts with syncopated symphonies of happiness
Outside in the snow, away from the sound
She feels his hand in hers, their speed increases
He loved her, with the full insanity you only get once
The trumpets join in flat and aggressive
They run into his car, hearts beating fast from
The thrill of being together…good bye drummer boy.
The stage erupts with syncopated symphonies of happiness
Outside in the snow, away from the sound
She feels his hand in hers, their speed increases
He loved her, with the full insanity you only get once
The trumpets join in flat and aggressive
They run into his car, hearts beating fast from
The thrill of being together…good bye drummer boy.
Tonight's Menu
Arthritic fingers slowly squeeze the thumb tack pencil
Shooting pain met and pushed back down by love and necessity
Pushed out through the fingers, strength and a tighter grip
The page in front of her…this last page she will fill
70 years prior the flow of thoughts gushed again
Ink poured from her fingers in a deluge on the page
The rain came down her arms, down her neck,
Its genesis in the cloud, thick and rich in her brain
The clouds now, wispy, cirrus high above
Ice crystals from another world as she sits on a hill
Looking up at them wondering of days gone by.
Will she have the strength to pull them down. Love
is what calls her, beats of the city streets ring,
the seams of the bridges, bouncing, the rhythm
the slow legato of Sunday and the heavy fast tap
that is the kitchen she loves in full swing.
Shooting pain met and pushed back down by love and necessity
Pushed out through the fingers, strength and a tighter grip
The page in front of her…this last page she will fill
70 years prior the flow of thoughts gushed again
Ink poured from her fingers in a deluge on the page
The rain came down her arms, down her neck,
Its genesis in the cloud, thick and rich in her brain
The clouds now, wispy, cirrus high above
Ice crystals from another world as she sits on a hill
Looking up at them wondering of days gone by.
Will she have the strength to pull them down. Love
is what calls her, beats of the city streets ring,
the seams of the bridges, bouncing, the rhythm
the slow legato of Sunday and the heavy fast tap
that is the kitchen she loves in full swing.
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