Shtuff that is mine.
I am lost
I am lost, tired, and adrift, in a world filled with hate
And for now it feels like I’m out of defiance.
And I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing
That beautiful dawn I used to believe in,
And I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what to do love,
And I don’t remember the words -
words that brought faith,
words that once could heal.
With a tired faith and lost words,
I don’t know how to remember anymore
and I’m forgetting how to keep the covenant.
I will not falter
I will not falter
I will not fail
In this hate soaked, anger tainted world
My soul I choose to keep.
Forgiveness
Thought dies, memory dies
The world diminishes as it always has
But in these brief moments of clarity -
Wrapped in the feel of the warm sunlight on yellow grass,
I can imagine the peace of eternity.
Witness
Hate always wins
Division always wins
It’s easier to tear down. Always.
As things break apart and crumble,
More often than not, In this best of all possible worlds,
We who would defend can but stand aghast and witness.
Breath
In some slow time,
and another deeper space,
I could be bigger than this…
I would be - more unfathomable.
A broader river winds through
the woods,
and I would follow if I could
The brighter starlight that falls -
if only I could see it as I should.
While all the truth that I can muster waits
expectant… lingering… in the silence,
the slowed time passes…
…and the wider spaces shrink.
Run
In this liquid world,
In this fluid, fluid, fluid world
How do I remember to run and breathe at the same time.
Run, run, run while the minutes drain through
Mine and yours, darkness claims its piece of flesh.
I raise my hand - and my armies rise
I raise my hands - and the blood tide rises
In this crumbling place, in this tiny narrow place
In this mean small space.
Remember this.
I raise my hands
Remember this
I raise my head
Remember this
I raise my eyes
Remember this
look up at the sky
Remember this - before the breath slips away.
There were those of us who thought of this
There were those of us who remembered this
In this liquid world
In this fluid, fluid, fluid world
Breathe and run, breathe and run, breathe and run
How do I remember to breathe and run at the same damn time
On this spinning, rocking world
The divine slips away as we run and breathe,
run and breathe,
run and breathe,
run and breathe,
one last damn time.
Passing of the Divine
Memory before loss
Thought before the grave.
Words are lost, language dies
Yet there must remain believers -
bereft of faith if need be,
To mark the passing of the divine.
Things that we do
For a few brief moments in time, we become the things that we do.
Refuge
In this mad spinning world
You - you are the immovable center
Anchoring my reality
With your very being, shaping the fiber of mine.
I know of the impermanence of life
The triviality of existence
But in theses few moments of peace
I can feel the shape of eternities.
Hell of a Song
And you write in blood,
and you write in blood,
ant you write in blood,
songs that are long dead and gone.
By the edge of fear,
on the edge of fear,
On the edge of a rhyme long gone.
On the edge of a love long gone.
We were as gods,
we were as gods,
we were as gods
with the breath of our soul long gone.
The light of our soul long gone.
It’s made of trust
it’s made of trust,
it’s made of trust -
This need for truth long gone.
This need to run long gone.
And the brave will die,
and the good will die,
With the gift of dust all gone.
When all the dust is gone.
They say you believed,
they say you foresaw
you knew it would all be gone.
Before the foretelling was gone
before the innocence was gone.
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
you can taste the truth long gone
the taint of dust long gone.
The time is long long gone.
It’s all good, It’s all fine
we fucked up the tune
we missed the beat
otherwise was a hell of a song.