Broken Shards of Loss
There is pain, there is sorrow
There is nothing left of me
I am empty, I am broken
I have lost my will to live
Skies are dark, winds are cold
And I cannot seem to see
There is nothing, nothing left now
Nothing left for me to give

Shards of hatred
Shards of loss
Broken mirror of my soul
I am lonely
I am forsaken
I am tossed aside by the road

Then I wonder, at a moment
Should I give in or go on
Let darkness take me, take me down
Or struggle vainly against my pain
The sun is shining, the sky is clear
Yet my desire for life is gone
There is pain, there is agony
There is NOTHING left to gain

Shards of tears
Shards of misery
Broken windows to my mind
I am alone
I am scorned
I am cast aside by the road

Shards of agony
Shards of pain
Broken doorways into my heart
I am cursed
I am nothing
I am left alone by the road

To Sleep

My favorite thing to do
is dream
though I pray you understand
I don’t mean those boorish dreams
dreams of things that may one day
come to pass; no, I do not
dream as Martin Luther did
of a distant powerful goal

No, I prefer the kind of dream
that comes unbidden
as I sleep
the kind of dream that could never
come to pass in any way
dreams where I can fly or die or cry
or any of the other million
things I’ll never do

of people I will never meet
some fictional, brought to this world
by someone else who dreamed them up
then let them loose for me to take
and believe in and become friends
with until I awake and sigh

or the people that my mind
creates on its own, that talk
to me and walk with me and cry to me
and die for me
who are these people that don’t exist
in the worlds that I control
where I can do anything or nothing
without
trying

and that’s why I love to dream
to close my eyes and then become
the knight or priest or president
or just someone normal in a place
where everything is different.

Haiku

Why may i ask you
Is Ronald doomed to hellfire?
He's quite a nice man.

Take me Away

I ain't got nothing to give you
All I can offer is what you see
I don't have anything for you
All I can give to you is me

But if that's enough
Then I'm all yours
Take me away
Behind closed doors

I can't give anything to you
It's a shame I'm so far away
I can't do anything for you
All there is is what I say

But if that's enough
Then I'm all yours
Take me away
Behind closed doors

I don't know where to go
I need someone to lead the way
Someone to take the darkness
And turn it into day

But if that's alright
Then I'm all yours
Take me away
Behind closed doors

Take me away
Behind closed doors

Losing Control (Down onMy Luck)

This song is about a man that was married and cheated on. Now he has to make ends me because he is taking care of his children and the family dog. This is sort an pop/rock/mid-country sort of song... I like it...

I've got,
Fifty-seven dollars,
And not enough cash...
I've got,
Two little daughters,
And a dog named Dash...
I've got,
A nice little home,
On the south side of town...
But ever since,
I divorced her,
I've been really down...
She took all my money,
And left me for broke...
The fridge ain't full,
Just mustard and Coke...
Well it's not my fault,
She cheated on me,
I'm a decent man,
Now that she can't see...

Somebody help me...I'm losing control...
It's gonna take me...I'm losing my soul...
Somebody help me...Can you spare me a dime?
It's taking me...Not enough time...

Just sorta...down on my luck...
Just sorta...down on my luck...

I hope your happy,
With your new guy...
He works at the office,
I'm at Best Buy...
But at least one of us,
Is taking control...
Got family to raise;
Dash, Betty, and Jo...
It's getting harder,
Just to provide...
I can't shop at Sears,
No softer side...
It's back to Goodwill,
For a third pair of shoes...
Stretching a dollar,
Is giving me the blues...

Somebody help me...I'm losing control...
It's gonna take me...I'm losing my soul...
Somebody help me...Can you spare me a dime?
It's taking me...Not enough time...

Just sorta...down on my luck...
Just sorta...down on my luck...

Well I bought that ticket,
For the grand prize...
I scratched the surface;
Couldn't believe my eyes...
I just won some money...
A million, in fact,
Forget you lady,
I'm not letting you back...
I'm moving into,
My new place...
It has a pool, gym room,
And a fireplace...
Now my daughters will grow,
Not to be like you,
They'll grow very smart,
And not be poor fools...

I don't need no help...I'm rich as hell...
I'm living in luxury...No more crack to sell...
I don't need no help...I'm laughing at her...
I'm spending money...It's what I deserve...

Just sorta...Up on my luck...
Just sorta...Up on my luck...

"For Varag"

Varag the philosopher,
He-who-thinks-a-lot,
An extra braincell or two
I'm sure that man has got
For if ever there be a problem
Or a person feeling down
Varag finds a solution,
Or if there's not one to be found
He's there with a pat on the back
A 'sorry to hear it' and a smile
Which can be a very important thing
To make you feel better for awhile
All in all, i think he's nice
And for the MoM a great pick.
To the Bastard Bar we all must run,
Prepared to drink until we're sick
For it's his job of course now
To provide us with several rounds of drinking
Hopefully he'll participate,
And take a break from thinking.
For Varag, let us give three cheers
And a mighty burp or two
Thanks for being so good to us, V!
Such kind and thoughtful people are in this world few.

*HUGS* Grats again, Varag.

Minds

I sit, not fully knowing what awaits me.
gazing beyond to activites, in another window.
Another history.

A glimpse therein, proceeds and begins
an eternity in my mind.
Thoughts build up to a semi-coherent All
of 'somewhere' I've never been.

Something I've never done.

Someone I've never seen before.

It all piles up. Imagining (believing)
That their may (must be) Stories to be told.
Over there in the unknown,
things must be known to others.
And perhaps, in life's almigty twists of Syncronysms (paraleliality*) there may be one writing down the same on her notepad.