kazoo
19 August 2013
kazoo
I believe I’ll take up the kazoo
since it’s easier to carry a tune.
Piano or guitar may be fine for you,
I believe I’ll take up the kazoo.
I could play rock and country, jazz and blues,
even do a solo if you want me to.
I believe I’ll take up the kazoo
since it’s easier to carry a tune.
Six Mile
06 August 2013
Six Mile
there at the end of Six Mile Road,
in whispered communion with the creek,
all I hold onto I can finally let go,
there at the end of Six Mile Road.
Just far enough, to listen and know
this quiet solitude’s all I need,
there at the end of Six Mile Road,
in whispered communion with the creek.
as light fades
04 August 2013
as light fades
as light fades, more and more each day,
my heart grows heavy with despair.
There’s no words left for me to say,
as light fades. More and more each day
I’m beginning to lose my way,
and it gets hard to even care
as light fades. More and more each day,
my heart grows heavy with despair.
Triolet
22 March 2013
Triolet
"… and he plays piano in the dark"
I used to love to improvise and play
alone in the dark, a secret retreat
where my soul always had something to say.
I used to love to improvise and play
but something has changed. It is not the same
I’ve forgotten and I feel incomplete.
I used to love to improvise and play,
alone in the dark, a secret retreat.
Triolet
27 August 2011
Triolet
A year after my death, what will they say?
Will my words live on, will memories stay?
It is just vain to hope they might remain?
A year after my death, what will they say
as they live as they may from day to day
and everything fades into hazy shades?
A year after my death, what will they say?
Will my words live on, will memories stay?
Nospeak
26 March 2010
Nospeak
She misunderstands my silence this time,
but maybe it is easier this way?
Because I’m angry and don’t speak my mind,
she misunderstands my silence. This time
I express the inexpressible rhymes
and never share those things I cannot say.
She misunderstands my silence this time,
but maybe it is easier this way.
Changeling
15 January 2008
Changeling
I never asked for the gift,
ultimately, all power comes with a price.
Such a guarded secret creates a rift,
I never asked for the gift.
Most never notice the subtle shift,
‘though truth is always revealed in my eyes.
I never asked for the gift,
ultimately, all power comes with a price.
Elucidation
12 April 2007
Elucidation
Words can be said and mean nothing at all,
or heard instead so entirely wrong.
React, defend, act hurt behind our walls,
words can be said and mean nothing at all.
We hide, pretend, no surrender, no fall,
believe, perceive we are right all along
when words are said and mean nothing at all,
or heard instead so entirely wrong.
waiting for light
10 September 2006
Waiting for Light
our shadows. Waiting for light,
only in the absence of
words spoken – anger in flight
our shadows, waiting for light.
We’re frightened, prepared to fight.
Daylight hides truth, midnight loves
our shadows. Waiting for light,
only in the absence of.
