It seems this week there comes a snow storm,
another dark and cloudy days,
but the worst storm that I weathered,
I am glad it blew away.
The ice was slick and the snow drift piled,
the distance walked seemed to great,
the travelers paced, separate, single filed,
a night I loved, a night I hate.
As the sun slept emotions fired,
tears and hands just wiped away,
things were lost and things were gathered,
but nothing, nothing was thrown away.
The wind was bitter and eyes were frozen,
hearts still beat but on their own,
the blood that heats us slowly curdled,
the night was hot and we were cold.
The weather broke and made us bend dear,
but we'll never brake, for that I know,
now it's months, but one day decades,
no storm can tear apart this home.
31 January 2011
Come little lamb
awaiting the time when the fires catch us alight,
we can be so bold to say it won't come,
if you are a part of every little thing,
then every little flame will burn us,
we think better the ways we set for others,
we choose not to see their beliefs,
their hopes and their goals are little but nothing,
if they are not ours in the same,
if you are the wrong because we say what right is,
if you are the force we must fight,
because we stuck our foot and stepped on your children,
on your fathers and daughters and dead,
"if" is the future, but now is the problem,
you scream and you cry for your rights,
rights can be given, so then take them away,
from those who claim power for few,
all are the people who make up this world,
we are the foot soldiers of truth
we can be so bold to say it won't come,
if you are a part of every little thing,
then every little flame will burn us,
we think better the ways we set for others,
we choose not to see their beliefs,
their hopes and their goals are little but nothing,
if they are not ours in the same,
if you are the wrong because we say what right is,
if you are the force we must fight,
because we stuck our foot and stepped on your children,
on your fathers and daughters and dead,
"if" is the future, but now is the problem,
you scream and you cry for your rights,
rights can be given, so then take them away,
from those who claim power for few,
all are the people who make up this world,
we are the foot soldiers of truth
27 January 2011
Bitter (the song version)
There once was a young boy who was quite pleasant and keen.
He loved a young girl who was pretty it seemed.
But she was a trickster, neither one knew,
so they fell in love, nothing better to do.
He loved to read and be quietly merry.
She loved apples and kiwis, bananas and cherries.
He was one to believe that truth should be told.
She said the lesser evils should always unfold.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She revels in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
He grew quite attached;
she went along for the ride.
He felt he found love.
She felt him too close to her side.
She told him the words,
struck like sticks to the soul.
He was holding too tight
so she was letting him go.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She revels in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
A little less feeling is what she’s looking for. It was a little too much too soon.
Her hand on the railing she walked down to the floor where he sat patient, and tired, and glum.
Every new face brought adventure and fun;
Every new day is a new life begun.
With rouge on her cheeks and a kick in her step
she bound past his chair and through the door swept
He wanted the same thing they had always had.
It wasn't the best life, but it wasn't too bad.
She wanted much more. She said their life lacked.
She took hold of the world and didn't look back.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She revels in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
He had patiently waited for her to come home.
She soaked up all of life and was never alone.
He remembered the girl he once held in his arms.
She thought of life’s riches; its surprises and charms.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She is smothered in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
He'd like her reply
to be short and be merry.
She'd say "Listen up fella...."
and she'd choke on a cherry.
He loved a young girl who was pretty it seemed.
But she was a trickster, neither one knew,
so they fell in love, nothing better to do.
He loved to read and be quietly merry.
She loved apples and kiwis, bananas and cherries.
He was one to believe that truth should be told.
She said the lesser evils should always unfold.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She revels in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
He grew quite attached;
she went along for the ride.
He felt he found love.
She felt him too close to her side.
She told him the words,
struck like sticks to the soul.
He was holding too tight
so she was letting him go.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She revels in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
A little less feeling is what she’s looking for. It was a little too much too soon.
Her hand on the railing she walked down to the floor where he sat patient, and tired, and glum.
Every new face brought adventure and fun;
Every new day is a new life begun.
With rouge on her cheeks and a kick in her step
she bound past his chair and through the door swept
He wanted the same thing they had always had.
It wasn't the best life, but it wasn't too bad.
She wanted much more. She said their life lacked.
She took hold of the world and didn't look back.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She revels in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
He had patiently waited for her to come home.
She soaked up all of life and was never alone.
He remembered the girl he once held in his arms.
She thought of life’s riches; its surprises and charms.
He lived by the hope that two can be one.
Now he's sad by himself. She is smothered in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again.
He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man.
But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul.
I hope you die sad, cold, and alone.
He'd like her reply
to be short and be merry.
She'd say "Listen up fella...."
and she'd choke on a cherry.
26 January 2011
Choke on a cherry
There once was a young boy who was quite pleasent and keen. He loved a young girl who was pretty it seemed. But she was a trickster, and neither one knew, so they fell in love. There was nothing better to do. He loved to read and be quietly merry. She loved apples and kiwis and bananas and cherries. He was one to believe that truth should be told. She believed the lesser of two evils should alwyas unfold. He showed her he cared. He told her it too. She replied "Same here, same here" always acting too cool. He grew quite attached, and she went along for the ride. He felt that he had found love. She felt him too close to her side.
A little less feeling is what she was looking for. It was a little too much too soon. Her hand on the railing she walked to the bottom floor where he sat patient, and tired, and glum. She had told him the words that struck like sticks to the soul. She told him he held too tight so she was letting him go. He tried to hold longer and tightened the grip, but it soon became clear the further they'd slipped.
His pants were mud covered, and his hair was a mess. Surely she looked divine and showing her best. His eyes were like baggage runaway on a carousel. She was once moth, now butterfly, freshly sprung from her shell. All it had took was for her to let go. She climbs ever higher. He sinks beyond low.
Every new face is a chance for adventure and fun. Every new day is a new life begun. With rouge on her cheecks and a kick in her step she bound past his chair and through the door swept onto the walk and down to the street. He stayed in one place as she was churning her feet. He wanted the same thing they had always had. It wasn't the best life, but it wasn't too bad. She wanted much more. She said their life lacked. She took hold of the world and didn't look back. He stayed in his chair as she had all the fun. He would look at the moon. She had danced on the sun.
He had watched a tree grow and die in their yard. She had swam through the deserts and danced in the stars. He had patiently waited for her to come home. She soaked up all of life and was never alone. His love, it grew tired and duller and weak. Her love for the world it grew larger by bound and by leap. He remembered the girl that he once held in his arms. She thought of lifes riches; its surprises and charms.
He wondered if life was more than just love. She knew that life shouldn't be rock bottom and lived from above. He cursed his heart and seared both his eyes. He knew it was both that had been the disguise. He had loved a mover, a shaker, a fox. She was a sly one. She had never lost. She never had heart ache. There wasn't a person she missed. She could live without someone's touch, without their smell and their kiss. He lived by the hope that two can be one. Now he's sad by himself. She is smothered in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again. He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man. But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul. I hope you die unhappy, cold, and alone." He'd like her reply to be short and merry. She'd say "Now listen up fella...." and then she'd choke on a cherry.
A little less feeling is what she was looking for. It was a little too much too soon. Her hand on the railing she walked to the bottom floor where he sat patient, and tired, and glum. She had told him the words that struck like sticks to the soul. She told him he held too tight so she was letting him go. He tried to hold longer and tightened the grip, but it soon became clear the further they'd slipped.
His pants were mud covered, and his hair was a mess. Surely she looked divine and showing her best. His eyes were like baggage runaway on a carousel. She was once moth, now butterfly, freshly sprung from her shell. All it had took was for her to let go. She climbs ever higher. He sinks beyond low.
Every new face is a chance for adventure and fun. Every new day is a new life begun. With rouge on her cheecks and a kick in her step she bound past his chair and through the door swept onto the walk and down to the street. He stayed in one place as she was churning her feet. He wanted the same thing they had always had. It wasn't the best life, but it wasn't too bad. She wanted much more. She said their life lacked. She took hold of the world and didn't look back. He stayed in his chair as she had all the fun. He would look at the moon. She had danced on the sun.
He had watched a tree grow and die in their yard. She had swam through the deserts and danced in the stars. He had patiently waited for her to come home. She soaked up all of life and was never alone. His love, it grew tired and duller and weak. Her love for the world it grew larger by bound and by leap. He remembered the girl that he once held in his arms. She thought of lifes riches; its surprises and charms.
He wondered if life was more than just love. She knew that life shouldn't be rock bottom and lived from above. He cursed his heart and seared both his eyes. He knew it was both that had been the disguise. He had loved a mover, a shaker, a fox. She was a sly one. She had never lost. She never had heart ache. There wasn't a person she missed. She could live without someone's touch, without their smell and their kiss. He lived by the hope that two can be one. Now he's sad by himself. She is smothered in fun.
He wished for one last chance to see her again. He would say "Darling I loved you, when I was a man. But now I am hollow. You have sucked out my soul. I hope you die unhappy, cold, and alone." He'd like her reply to be short and merry. She'd say "Now listen up fella...." and then she'd choke on a cherry.
25 January 2011
Oh Mother Where Art Thou
Yes I see you're really changing.
I see the efforts everyday.
You know I'm lying through my teeth when
I say you are on your way.
I hoped this curse died with my father,
so his family would still have a chance,
But you choose to harm us further.
To me that choice just makes no sense.
I tried to let you know that
I would support you all I can.
It's not for me to save your life though.
You need to take your own stand.
Instead your choices keep you empty
of hope and fill you more with shame.
It's time you know I'm not the problem.
It's time you choose to take the blame.
Every son will have a mother.
Not every mother will be there.
I'd rather one I'd never see again,
than one who just chose not to care.
You say your issues have an answer.
That someday again all will be well.
You can't have answers without questions.
The question is can you change yourself?
I see that answer in your actions
as you lay drunk on the bathroom floor.
The front door was left wide open.
What son could ask for more?
Every son will have a mother.
Not every mother will be there.
I'd rather one I'd never see again,
than one who just chose not to care.
I'm not sure if I should leave you
to the life you choose to lead.
Or should I stay and keep on trying?
I wish you would only see
what you do, and you have a problem.
You're killing you and shaking me.
The worst part of it all is
it's the same choice that he made.
I see the efforts everyday.
You know I'm lying through my teeth when
I say you are on your way.
I hoped this curse died with my father,
so his family would still have a chance,
But you choose to harm us further.
To me that choice just makes no sense.
I tried to let you know that
I would support you all I can.
It's not for me to save your life though.
You need to take your own stand.
Instead your choices keep you empty
of hope and fill you more with shame.
It's time you know I'm not the problem.
It's time you choose to take the blame.
Every son will have a mother.
Not every mother will be there.
I'd rather one I'd never see again,
than one who just chose not to care.
You say your issues have an answer.
That someday again all will be well.
You can't have answers without questions.
The question is can you change yourself?
I see that answer in your actions
as you lay drunk on the bathroom floor.
The front door was left wide open.
What son could ask for more?
Every son will have a mother.
Not every mother will be there.
I'd rather one I'd never see again,
than one who just chose not to care.
I'm not sure if I should leave you
to the life you choose to lead.
Or should I stay and keep on trying?
I wish you would only see
what you do, and you have a problem.
You're killing you and shaking me.
The worst part of it all is
it's the same choice that he made.
24 January 2011
More than a friend
forty eight hours of something you could not stop,
nothing you did deserved everything that you got,
maybe just one time in sometime you'll make a friend,
that will be your friend, and stay your friend,
and end at just end at friends,
lovely one with eyes upon can't she be just left alone,
madness falls down on most all of those she's been around,
don't you forget she's just as fragile as we all,
don't stay hanging around, let her breathe,
and don't you write or call
she's a girl in so many worlds
she's such a girl, oh such a girl
heavy days she hopes and prays, sad tomorrows become glad yesterdays,
we speak and cry and wonder why, last words spoke goodnight not goodbye,
something that pulls us in again, I'm your friend, more than a friend.
nothing you did deserved everything that you got,
maybe just one time in sometime you'll make a friend,
that will be your friend, and stay your friend,
and end at just end at friends,
lovely one with eyes upon can't she be just left alone,
madness falls down on most all of those she's been around,
don't you forget she's just as fragile as we all,
don't stay hanging around, let her breathe,
and don't you write or call
she's a girl in so many worlds
she's such a girl, oh such a girl
heavy days she hopes and prays, sad tomorrows become glad yesterdays,
we speak and cry and wonder why, last words spoke goodnight not goodbye,
something that pulls us in again, I'm your friend, more than a friend.
Daddy, what if? (thanks Shel)
Daddy, what if the sun stopped shining?
What would happen then?
If the sun stopped shining you'd be so surprised,
you'd stair up the heavens with wide oped eyes,
and the wind would carry your light to the sky's,
and the sun would start shining again.
Daddy, what if the wind stopped blowing?
What would happen then?
If the wind stopped blowing then the land would be dry,
and your boat wouldn't sail and your kite wouldn't fly,
and the grass would see your troubles and she'd tell the wind,
and the wind would start blowing again.
Daddy, what if the grass stopped growing?
What would happen then?
If the grass stopped growing you'd probably cry,
and the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes,
and like your love for me the grass would grow so high,
and the grass would start growing again.
Daddy, what if I stopped loving you?
What would happen then.
Well, if you stopped loving me then the grass would stop growing,
the sun would stop shining, and the wind would stop blowing,
so you see, if you want to keep this whole world going,
you'd better start loving me again, again,
you'd better start loving me again, again,
you'd better start loving me again.
What would happen then?
If the sun stopped shining you'd be so surprised,
you'd stair up the heavens with wide oped eyes,
and the wind would carry your light to the sky's,
and the sun would start shining again.
Daddy, what if the wind stopped blowing?
What would happen then?
If the wind stopped blowing then the land would be dry,
and your boat wouldn't sail and your kite wouldn't fly,
and the grass would see your troubles and she'd tell the wind,
and the wind would start blowing again.
Daddy, what if the grass stopped growing?
What would happen then?
If the grass stopped growing you'd probably cry,
and the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes,
and like your love for me the grass would grow so high,
and the grass would start growing again.
Daddy, what if I stopped loving you?
What would happen then.
Well, if you stopped loving me then the grass would stop growing,
the sun would stop shining, and the wind would stop blowing,
so you see, if you want to keep this whole world going,
you'd better start loving me again, again,
you'd better start loving me again, again,
you'd better start loving me again.
Rose I hold
fashion me a pie bellied deep with oat and berries,
the sirens of the stream beauty strong as voice can carry,
sweet honey subtleties that exist between us,
you're the apple of my eye, you're the filling of my crust,
filling of my crust.
sweet little kaleigh girl,
she's the rose I hold,
she's the rose I hold.
been told I'm all thumbs and won't find a way,
these hands can't bare to yield work hard all day,
you walk me to the woods to try a knot you were told,
like our hands upon our faces it'll hold I know,
it'll hold I know.
sweet little kaleigh girl,
she's the rose I hold,
she's the rose I hold.
I think you make it look so simple, this thing we have,
I've always had to fight my evils, passionate and mad,
feet bare and running wild, grounded by the spins you crave,
for me was just as simple, your love chose my heart to save,
chose my heart to save.
sweet little kaleigh curls,
she's the girl I hold,
she's the rose I hold.
the sirens of the stream beauty strong as voice can carry,
sweet honey subtleties that exist between us,
you're the apple of my eye, you're the filling of my crust,
filling of my crust.
sweet little kaleigh girl,
she's the rose I hold,
she's the rose I hold.
been told I'm all thumbs and won't find a way,
these hands can't bare to yield work hard all day,
you walk me to the woods to try a knot you were told,
like our hands upon our faces it'll hold I know,
it'll hold I know.
sweet little kaleigh girl,
she's the rose I hold,
she's the rose I hold.
I think you make it look so simple, this thing we have,
I've always had to fight my evils, passionate and mad,
feet bare and running wild, grounded by the spins you crave,
for me was just as simple, your love chose my heart to save,
chose my heart to save.
sweet little kaleigh curls,
she's the girl I hold,
she's the rose I hold.
17 January 2011
as we hit a wall
i've heard those words that left me hurt slowly fight from your lips
they have stopped me on the spot and they have shook me into fits
and though i'm in shock because i can't believe we had limits
it's sad to know it's the last time i'm seeing you again
over many years we always shared i've had you by my side
and i know all the reasons why we stood our ground and tried
but what you say is important to you has just helped me die
it has buried me right up into my chin
the last time that i saw your eyes a sparkle held its place
the sparkle seemed to dull and fade and flee without a trace
i'm left buried to my chin as my eyes see you fade away
lives cast aside our dream has died by your hands, I give
how strong our bond had carried on till the time we hoped for vows
and what cold feet came and stole away the girl that love allowed
to fill my life with trust despite she now reaps what she has sow
let her live with peace i'm strong to take it on the chin
i've heard those words that left me hurt slowly fight from your lips
they have stopped me on the spot and they have shook me into fits
and though i'm in shock because i can't believe we had limits
it's sad to know it's the last time i'm seeing you again
they have stopped me on the spot and they have shook me into fits
and though i'm in shock because i can't believe we had limits
it's sad to know it's the last time i'm seeing you again
over many years we always shared i've had you by my side
and i know all the reasons why we stood our ground and tried
but what you say is important to you has just helped me die
it has buried me right up into my chin
the last time that i saw your eyes a sparkle held its place
the sparkle seemed to dull and fade and flee without a trace
i'm left buried to my chin as my eyes see you fade away
lives cast aside our dream has died by your hands, I give
how strong our bond had carried on till the time we hoped for vows
and what cold feet came and stole away the girl that love allowed
to fill my life with trust despite she now reaps what she has sow
let her live with peace i'm strong to take it on the chin
i've heard those words that left me hurt slowly fight from your lips
they have stopped me on the spot and they have shook me into fits
and though i'm in shock because i can't believe we had limits
it's sad to know it's the last time i'm seeing you again
06 January 2011
Good Old Us
The cold days wind is blowing through me,
stings like a hornets harm on my shoulders,
that wind came blowing from westward pastures,
brought the sorrows of theirs this way.
How life is hard among the wastelands,
the barren men find their women unwanting,
farms overgrown no fields worth planting,
no children to carry their dreams along.
Here we are,
made of granite and freedom.
We'll take your worries,
take everything.
Yes we're built strong,
for people to lean on,
every season to the extremes.
No work for papa, his hands stay empty,
and mama has no hot water for wash,
and brothers and sisters, same clothes as last year,
as they grow tall the sleeves up the arms.
Lights go out just a little bit sooner,
and a few less logs thrown in the stove,
the shovel is one thing to keep you busy,
just bury what's left of what you called home.
Here we are,
made of granite and freedom.
We'll take your worries,
take everything.
Yes we're built strong,
for people to lean on,
every season to the extremes.
It's the summer, feel the lakes and breeze now,
the spring before shared the scents of the world,
and old man winter blankets the land sir,
the colours of autumn live on every leaf for every girl.
We know when it's goodbye to every worry,
just waive your hands and scream carry on,
there's always next year to shake your hope son,
just hold on to what you got.
Here we are,
made of granite and freedom.
We'll take your worries,
take everything.
Yes we're built strong,
for people to lean on,
every season to the extremes.
stings like a hornets harm on my shoulders,
that wind came blowing from westward pastures,
brought the sorrows of theirs this way.
How life is hard among the wastelands,
the barren men find their women unwanting,
farms overgrown no fields worth planting,
no children to carry their dreams along.
Here we are,
made of granite and freedom.
We'll take your worries,
take everything.
Yes we're built strong,
for people to lean on,
every season to the extremes.
No work for papa, his hands stay empty,
and mama has no hot water for wash,
and brothers and sisters, same clothes as last year,
as they grow tall the sleeves up the arms.
Lights go out just a little bit sooner,
and a few less logs thrown in the stove,
the shovel is one thing to keep you busy,
just bury what's left of what you called home.
Here we are,
made of granite and freedom.
We'll take your worries,
take everything.
Yes we're built strong,
for people to lean on,
every season to the extremes.
It's the summer, feel the lakes and breeze now,
the spring before shared the scents of the world,
and old man winter blankets the land sir,
the colours of autumn live on every leaf for every girl.
We know when it's goodbye to every worry,
just waive your hands and scream carry on,
there's always next year to shake your hope son,
just hold on to what you got.
Here we are,
made of granite and freedom.
We'll take your worries,
take everything.
Yes we're built strong,
for people to lean on,
every season to the extremes.
01 January 2011
You stranger
Oh smile for me you stranger.
Come run from me my friend.
Oh I see you're in danger
of becoming my only only again.
Woke myself this morning and looked around, around, around
No lights, no eyes, no hands, no you to disguise.
Wiped sleep away, rose to my feet, there were no sounds to be heard.
No happy girl, no happy girl, no happy girl.
Oh smile for me you stranger.
Come run from me my friend.
Oh I see you're in danger
of becoming my only only again.
Day is long,
it don't seem to care,
that you're gone, or
that you're never there.
Be well where you are.
Oh be that someone else.
When home finds you,
you will be by yourself.
Oh smile for me you stranger.
Come run from me my friend.
Oh I see you're in danger
of becoming my only only again.
Come run from me my friend.
Oh I see you're in danger
of becoming my only only again.
Woke myself this morning and looked around, around, around
No lights, no eyes, no hands, no you to disguise.
Wiped sleep away, rose to my feet, there were no sounds to be heard.
No happy girl, no happy girl, no happy girl.
Oh smile for me you stranger.
Come run from me my friend.
Oh I see you're in danger
of becoming my only only again.
Day is long,
it don't seem to care,
that you're gone, or
that you're never there.
Be well where you are.
Oh be that someone else.
When home finds you,
you will be by yourself.
Oh smile for me you stranger.
Come run from me my friend.
Oh I see you're in danger
of becoming my only only again.
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