He sometimes finds it unbearable to rise from slumber
Knowing well the thoughts concealed at night
Wipe the sandman from their eyes to cumber
A man who asks if love for him will ever reignite
Waiting for the answer the man crawls out of bed
Succumbs as the bombardment of her memory
Ricochets relentlessly around his drooping head.
And the man waits, only to hear a Songbird’s melody.
I came for Rome but left with a glass of dreg wine.
I set out on my lonely road in search of a good time.
I looked high and low, though never received
An inviting look from lady Rome, nor any reprieve
From my travels that left my bones brittle and my throat parched
She turned her stately head away as my feet painfully marched
Ashes of the past
Drift restless in a looking glass
They swirl in blinding flurries
Like snow caught in the breeze
But they’ve got nowhere else to go
Like tongues on a frozen pole.
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It’s like Sisyphus on his hill
Rolling boulders against his will
He’s got a fate that he can’t hide
It’s a futile backwards stride
Toward days when it may seize
And put this tortured mind at ease.
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I’m trying not to let them throw
My dignity down a darkened hole
There’s no getting out of this
Reliving what I miss
In dreams that awaken screams
They tear and loosen seams
I thought I had found the girl of my dreams
Perhaps it’s not as bad as it seems
But I waited too long, and now I’m singin’ this song
’cause she’s found another, and now it’s too late for me.
I thought my acts were gallant, waiting so long
I thought she had a man in her life
Oh lord, how sorely I was wrong.
I waited too long, and now I’m singin’ this song.
Because she was always looking, while I
Awaited a booking, at a table for two.
This man, she had, was just a friend.
And now I’m tardy, never invited her to the party
Because I was too busy playing the fool.
My heart sits beyond recognition
It has been mangled and tangled
Ripped, and shredded,
Molded back into form,
then torn apart, thrown asunder.
It has loved, it has despised.
It has been victim to lover’s lies
It has bled from wounds
Foolish love, eagerly supplies.
Yet it still beats, in shambles.
Is God trying to tell me something?
In its mangled form, is there wisdom?
Must I suffer from past transgressions
Before I can escape its suppression?
Have I not paid my dues?
If so, please know, I’ve tried.
Surely He knows what I’ve done
He knows of my sins,
He knows I’ve realigned, though
Is it not enough to derive
A forgiveness from his bosom?
Is it not enough to bare these pains?
Have I much longer to suffer,
before He shows me the way?
I am a lost sheep, take me home again.
She was always an object to the men in her life
They would say she is beautiful, breath taking, their go-to line
They never truly appreciate what dwells inside her
The mind of a scholar, the heart of gold, the wit sharp as a dagger
She bares a treasure far greater than physical beauty
Yet she possesses Aphrodite’s essence in entirety
Still so much more lay beneath her ivory skin
So much more stowed behind her saint-like grin.
That what selfish-men worship as her exterior is but a vessel.
No matter how finely ornamented, or perfumed it may be
The truth lives deep inside, far from selfish men’s reach.
And if God may strike the next selfish-man blind, he may at last witness
Her words of wisdom caress his heart in a pure bliss.
For his vision no longer betrays, and she, loved as a whole
Not for the objects a selfish man too often beholds.
Misplaced affection steals my heart
It hides in a delicate looking bush
Quaint and colorful, full of life
Red, white and green envelope my vision
As I creep closer, I am met with a fragrance
One that drives deep into my senses
A passion one cannot hope to contain
It takes me prisoner, and I hardly struggle.
The closer I get as it reels me in
I see what may be needles in the thicket
And as my hand grasps for a flower
I wince in foolish agony.
For I was mistaken at first glance
This bush hides a terror
Far outweighing its splendor
And I recoil, my hope now razed.
Have I hit the bottom of the well?
Is it time now, for a new beginning
For a new heart to swell
With love, instead of its petulant pining?
Can I now climb into the sky
Where robins chirp in gaiety
Where dreams are never too high?
Can I now rid my heart of frailty?
Is this the end of an era
Where drear thoughts roaming at sea
Now give way to a golden terra;
To beach my vessel, and set my love free?
To roam virgin lands
Which before lay beyond my reach
To plunge my feet in warm sands
Where gladly my tired toes breach.
The Way it Goes 