you are the dissonance
in my harmony
the apathy for my ecstasy
the secret I can't share
the circle 'round my square
you were too early
for my late
the picket fence
embracing my garden gate
you are the need that would not want or wait,
my need that will not wait.
you are the sunstorm
in my endless night
the happenstance
to eternal plight
the wrong within my right.
the very thing I'm searching for
the silence answering my call
there you are and there you are
no more
I'll never find you after all
I never found you after all
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
No Choice
You leave me with
no space in which to turn myself
around. There's you in every place
I've been and everywhere I'm bound.
Declare myself free
only to see I'm with no
conceivable choice.
You've left me no choices.
You leave me no voice.
Some children make do very nicely
with what they have got
While others get by just as well
with what they have not
I'll be the informer for the
latter leads who can know where?
and so I'll choose the former for the ladder
leads into the thin and infinite air.
Like the lesser of evils
or the greatest of all of our fears:
to be loved or not to be -
all passion or pageantry -
and all the eventual tears.
Needing and wanting you so
and to know I'll be left as I am, alone.
there's only so much for which
one, although innocent,
may falsely or truly atone
We're just wasting our time,
treading water in order to make
all the dearly departed so proud.
and where did it get us
for laughing or crying,
for laughing or crying out loud?
We're already played by this game
And the rules forbid changing
or challenging fate.
There's no going back to when,
if I never saw you again,
it would already have been too late.
Some folks could make do 'oh-so-nicely'
with what you've got.
The others would do even better
with what I have not.
You be the reformer and the
ladder will lead who knows where?
I'll take the former - the latter
just leads into the thin and the infinite air.
You leave me no spaces
in which to turn myself
around. You're in all the places
I've been and everywhere that I'm bound
Declare that I'm free only finding I hadn't a choice.
You left me no choices, you leave me no voice.
You left me no choices, you leave me no voice.
no space in which to turn myself
around. There's you in every place
I've been and everywhere I'm bound.
Declare myself free
only to see I'm with no
conceivable choice.
You've left me no choices.
You leave me no voice.
Some children make do very nicely
with what they have got
While others get by just as well
with what they have not
I'll be the informer for the
latter leads who can know where?
and so I'll choose the former for the ladder
leads into the thin and infinite air.
Like the lesser of evils
or the greatest of all of our fears:
to be loved or not to be -
all passion or pageantry -
and all the eventual tears.
Needing and wanting you so
and to know I'll be left as I am, alone.
there's only so much for which
one, although innocent,
may falsely or truly atone
We're just wasting our time,
treading water in order to make
all the dearly departed so proud.
and where did it get us
for laughing or crying,
for laughing or crying out loud?
We're already played by this game
And the rules forbid changing
or challenging fate.
There's no going back to when,
if I never saw you again,
it would already have been too late.
Some folks could make do 'oh-so-nicely'
with what you've got.
The others would do even better
with what I have not.
You be the reformer and the
ladder will lead who knows where?
I'll take the former - the latter
just leads into the thin and the infinite air.
You leave me no spaces
in which to turn myself
around. You're in all the places
I've been and everywhere that I'm bound
Declare that I'm free only finding I hadn't a choice.
You left me no choices, you leave me no voice.
You left me no choices, you leave me no voice.
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