Bell ring sound thing but how ding dong
Do you think I’m able to drink from the
Fountain of mirth slow table so search
Drab covers hide glad tidings minuet so
Delve into duty with one foot on the base
Tag: broken
Songs
Careful one means cautious two for you.
So much to chat about but not the will to
Chat. How was yours? Mine was fine.
Hope you are well. Being well is half the
Battle. Sometimes soft, soothing songs.
Full Circle
Knowledge sex intertwine exchange
Merely showing off catch cling walk
Togetherness ideas dreams whisper
Calling grown up respect beliefs wait
Yelling expression argument curse
Waiting for a Miracle
Drooping flower hangs over.
The rain is so heavy.
No new blooms today.
Soil is contaminated,
Roots are exposed.
Reaching up for sunlight.
Climbing to the sky.
Once the weather was nice.
Once the ground was fertile.
Now it’s just rocks and used up dirt.
No nutrients to feed the plant.
But hope remains.
The rain will bathe
The thirsty leaves.
The sun will shine.
There is a miracle coming soon.
Trust
Rasping, coughing,
Breathing deep.
Crushing, drowning,
How I weep.
Lift my spirit
With your Spirit,
Living God of the ages.
I will trust your gentle hand.
I will hope for the promised land.
You will save me,
Hold me, keep me.
You are always faithful.
Bend Your Knees!
Do you wonder how I feel?
I want to curl up in a ball.
Go to sleep and never wake up,
Except I don’t live in a vacuum.
There are family and friends,
My wife, of course,
At the top of the list.
If I left the state of things
Would be grim, full of sin,
And everything.
You look so thin!
You look so nothing,
So drab, so flat.
You look like you’re losing
All your fat!
You are mine and I am yours.
Made for each other
In heaven, by George.
We’ll go out together
Or maybe you first.
That’s the way you want it,
On earth.
I don’t know what I’d do
With myself.
Wrestle dust balls from the shelf.
There’s much to look forward to
In this life.
But I can’t remember
Any but strife.
There’s much to hope for,
Much to dream,
But all I want to do
Is scream.
We’ll make it.
Don’t you worry.
There’ll be lots of fun and flurry.
We will gather all around.
We won’t stop for any sound.
Come with me to the holy gate.
Promise I won’t be irate.
We’ll enjoy your company.
We’ll be sure to bend our knees,
Jumping off the side of the boat,
In the castle’s shallow moat.
Making Peace
Miles of smiles cramp my style.
I sing because I’m drunk, I say.
Nothing to worry about.
The same old message, coming clean.
The same old, same old everything.
Can you tell I’d rather be there?
Can you see the when and the where?
I care about her much,
All her loved ones and such.
I am just not in synch.
I’m trailing badly. That’s what I think.
If you’ve got a bit of luck,
You can help me get unstuck.
If you think that there is hope
I’ll be gliding down a slope.
I will trust the good God’s keeping.
You won’t catch me if I’m weeping.
I’ll make sure there is a gift.
It’s such a thrill. My face will lift.
We’ll provide a settlement.
Would you like a candy spearmint?
Closing In
Crawling under, torn asunder.
Beloved stolen, booming thunder.
Please excuse the mighty cry.
Nothing proven, when you died.
Angels gliding through the air.
I won’t suffer. I don’t care.
Vivid memories closing in.
Wasting away, growing thin.
What’s the difference if I go?
What’s the point of to and fro?
I just want a soothing moment.
I just want a second chance.
Only we can see the answer.
Only you can keep the balance.
Trial Size
Sloping down and then back up, like a speeding truck, I am searching for your love. Transubstantiate, lift then push, then go all out, a mystery solved, doubts soothed, memories calmed, nightmares called what they are. Do you dream at night? I do. I fly through the sky on my back, steering with my feet. Trial size.
Both Ways
Sharing smothered thoughts,
Restricted feelings abound.
Hesitation rules the imagination,
Hiding from the truth,
Although it tortures me.
Yearning for stability,
Some kind of consistency.
If only I could have it both ways!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 