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Quiet
Tag: words
Famous Last Words
There are some things we just won’t talk about,
It’s all in the last words
Of famous men
that’s what she would say
We are in the same room
But thousands of miles away
And what do we know
And how am I to know
The things you will never show
You’re always going away…
The papers say we won the war
But I feel as though
I lost her heart today
And all at once
I felt hollowed out
Just a lost soul
But I kept this mind
The things we’ll never know
The things you’ll never show
Can I blame you?
The blood stains the earth
The skies turn to overcast
And it’s all to shame
But one touch from her
Would end the pain
One word from her would
Send the rains
How could know?
I can’t read your mind?
We are worlds apart
I never thought I’d pack these bags
I never thought I’d be on this train
I never saw
The forecast for all the skies
There are some things
We just won’t talk about
And we spend our years
Thinking we are doing
Fine and we forget
We forget
How easy it is
To leave words unsaid
Worlds behind
with only our hearts
And
All our love
on the line
Woman
Woman of the earth
She comes out in the full moonlight
inside of the quiet
Her feelings like fingers dip into a little bit
Of everything
She runs they say
with the wild things
Ten thousand miles
Under the eye of the giants
She’s dived into the mouth of the volcano
Woman of the earth
See her under the weight of
Their poetry
Their weather
Their religion
Tangled up in star signs
Her roots spread deep
What have we done for her lately?
Everything we give her
Comes with a receipt
We’ve got her
Tangled up
Tangled up
In a card
In a headline
On a stage
In a bit
Overreacting
Like strings on a puppet
Where is she now?
I keep looking
She’s a woman
She’s a woman
You can’t label,categorize,
She’s a woman
I loved a woman
Love a woman
She’s a woman
And she’s damned if she doesn’t
She’s damned if she does
Woman of the earth
She runs
With the wild things
She rises with the moon
But what…
What have we done for you lately?
The moon Queen
They say, she left her heart open, in the rain…
Every Tuesday
She would pick her flowers
And write her songs
No one knows much about her
What she really thought
How she felt about things
They only remember her sadness and her tragedy
I like to think
I know what she felt,
Some nights
At 3am
I can hear her playing the piano
Its music fills the halls upstairs
Some nights
When the moon is full
And melancholy
You can see her window open
Her wide, deep, dark eyes
And her blue dress
Sometimes it’s white
But she’s only there for a minute
And then she’s gone
You might see her at the top of the stairs
Or entering someone’s room
Trying to find something she’s left behind
I’ve seen some of her paintings
Some of her sketches
And heard her songs
I think I know what it must have felt like
To be filled so full
And not know
How to express it
To feel so alone
Like an outsider
Maybe she’s still trying to work it out….
They say
You feel the fear
And the terror
If you see her face though
The pain of dying
The air turns cold
I don’t believe it
I think you see the emptiness inside of yourself
No one knows what really happened to her
Her letters
Still show up under my door
That’s when I find her paintings
Inside empty rooms
Sometimes they’re in the park
I’ve seen her walking
When the moon is full
And the fog is down,
I don’t know why she talks to me
Maybe it’s because we are both alone
Filled with things to say
And unsure of how to say them
Maybe it never goes away
Maybe it doesn’t ever let go,
Maybe we just keep on trying
Even after we’re gone….
I don’t know her name
I only call her the moon queen….
The Life of Job
New rebel
Old devil
Wake to the news
All of my people look the same
We are all
just badly dressed
Sara is still depressed
Johnny’s at the bar again
Talkin’ about the government
Saw you online again
Spreadin’ your intelligence
What’s anybody got to say?
We just sound the same
Isn’t it a cryin’ shame
We all got caught in the pouring rain
Jessie’s got her pregnant
Can’t even pay rent
We all know better
We’re all living well
Until we miss a pay check
Then we’re all screwed to hell
Oh well…
Aaron’s in the bathroom
PTSD
How long was the war again?
Did it ever really end?
Who can tell
The weather man shot that cloud to hell
When he took the draft away
Now there’s no overcast
And they killed the war machine
Or did it just switch garage again
keep working on the change
Staying off the chain gang
They’ll overlook the needle
And throw you away for a leaf
Even if you get free, you’ll never pay the fees
Look out soul
What’s happened to rockin’ roll…
Forget about the cards you’re dealt
There’s no guarantee
Keep your head down
Even when you have a good hand
We all know someone who lost his house back then
History makes a repeat
We’ll all skip a beat
We don’t work like we used to
What on earth will they ever do
Storm’s on the horizon
How’re you gonna make it?
What if you create it…
Ground level
Cycles
