Tag Archives: hope
Over Chai or Beer
If the sky had been really falling Would I have felt it hit on the head If reason’s voice had been calling Would I have heard what it said Do I prattle all the live-long day Trying to make my life have sense Tongue tangled, mind in the way My plea, hope, peace, my defense […]
Story Arc
In time, I will surely find my place In my place, I will surely find the time Human existence no longer a contest or race Let’s discard the fears of youth for a new paradigm
We Will Tell You
Join the revolution, turn and turn and turn Around, follow the sound, watch the birdie Which direction looks right; watch, learn Bet it all on just one card, down and dirty Watch all the ads and pay strict attention Get in the line now and march to the beat With the explosions, fast cuts, pretension […]
Serial Friday ~ Arcadian Journey
Chapter Three The Arcadian wind blustered as Eni walked Stento up the main street. He strode boldly, proudly, is if he saw no reason for the restraints she was compelled to place around his legs. He ignored those who had come to watch, gawk or taunt him, as if they were the dregs of creation. […]
One Voice
When did we substitute hubris for style Or do you think it is simply my aesthetic When I see a straight line, I cannot smile Near carved entablature, it’s so pathetic Although I am only one voice in this song I believe we sacrificed our artistry for ego Even though future years prove me wrong […]
Another Way
I wonder, if you had gone the other way Would it, to me, have made a difference It probably would have, but who’s to say Whether better, worse, drained in the rinse Your life feels like you’re in the spin cycle Pressured, wrung out, stuck in one place You pretend to ravel riding an exercycle […]
Serial Friday ~ Arcadian Journey
Chapter Two Eni no longer stood by Stavo and Brother Dom. She marched up to North and pinned him with her stare. Joy Hardiway, looking distraught, came up as well. Eni made North begin again, though it made him swear. He spoke more slowly under her prodding glare and his tone was not so fraught […]
Beneath the Grass
What would it feel like, any fun, to live to be one hundred My imagination tells me it would be less fun more dread With luck, still shuffling around, able to pee upon my shoes Not rolled about like deadwood by someone I don’t choose Perhaps I will be non compos mentis and it will […]
None May Know
Imagine, how do we tell our own love story Do we believe love exists in a state of grace Fear it will be a stroll along life’s razor edge A plunge into the deep, head first, eyes closed Do we make our dive unsure if we can swim Will love’s buoyancy help float us on […]
Last Note
One more bullet shot from one more gun You’re sure this must be the very last one Yet, once more death and once more pain And you know it will start all start again One more bomb falls from one more sky Is there really a reason for us to ask why One more terrorist […]
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