ValentineI know the ancient words and I speak the newest talk -my pantry's full of pie and my front door has a lock.You can be my fiddle and I can be your bow -I can play the high notes so soft and sweet and slow.I know you need a quiet place where you can mend your dreams -my daddy was a tailor, I can sew those ragged seams.I've heard that there are angels who are jealous when we kiss -they look at us and think about all the things they miss.There is something to be said for not rocking any boat -but if you rock with me I know we can stay afloat.I asked the higher powers if our love would be okay -they said love is always risky but do it anyway.I used to know just what to do, I had a master plan -the only thing I know now is I want to be your man.This is no brief love affair and this is no mistake -this love is mine to give and my heart is yours to take.
elephant dreamsThe wisdom of uncertainty.The folly of uncertainty.The wisdom of feelings.The folly of feelings.The wisdom of forgetting.The folly of forgetting.The wisdom of enduring.The folly of enduring.The wisdom of acceptance.The folly of acceptance.The wisdom of hope.The folly of hope.The wisdom of kindness.The folly of kindness.The elephant listens as you speak of these things.The elephant knows there are times when wisdomis mistaken, there are times when folly is good.The elephant dreams it is Ganesha, remover of obstacles.Image: aka :iconpartiallyhere:Words: :iconrichardleach:
ProverbialNo use crying over spilled milk.But if the milk is three feet high and rising,you better find a boatand hope that it will float.
Elephant SpeaksI knew that I could dance - I knew.The animals that can are few.It's parrots, people, and then me.What is it that we share, we three?Put down your hook, you young mahout.Play me the Beatles' "Twist and Shout."
Time to Go Home BluesI am lost on a street that I've been down many times.Who switched all the store-fronts? Who changed all the signs?Well, the moon up above is the same as before.But was it always that blue? I am not really sure.I am singing a song that I don't seem to know.And it goes up too high, then it goes down too low.I believe I'll go home now and call it a night.I hope that you will be there to make everything right.
Useless BluesMy suspension is shot and my head gasket blew again.Yes, my suspension is shot, my head gasket blew again.Take me to the river, and push me in.My motherboard is missing, my hard drive has a hacking cough.Oh, my motherboard is missing, my hard drive has a hacking cough.Take me up on a cliff and throw me off.My frets are worn way down, my chords clang and buzz.Yeah, my frets are awful worn, my chords clang and buzz.Take me to the street, throw me under a bus.My binding is loose, my pages fall out every day.Well, my binding is loose, my pages fall out every day.Take me to a trash can and throw me away.My dignity is injured, my pride is dry as a bone. I say my dignity is injured, my pride is dry as a bone. Drop me in the ocean, let me sink like a stone.Since my baby left me, I'm useless and in despair.Since that sweet woman left me, I'm useless and in despair.Come home now, baby
call ityou can call it "Waiting"you can call it "Lebanon"you can call it "Only God Knows When It Will End"you can call it "Hating"you can call it "On and on"you can call it "Only God Knows If What Is Broken Can Mend"you can call it "Regretting"you can call it "All that is gone"you can call it "Whose God Can Heal As Well As Rend?"you can call ityou can call ityou can call itcan youcan youcan you
42Here is an orchestra of forty-two -not too many instruments nor too few.What happened to the sixteen violins?Each one has blistered varnish, streaks of soot.Some reeds and horns have injuries as well.But many shine and show no sign of harm.Tonight there is a problem with the score -the pages disarrayed and on the floor.We look to the conductor - shreds of lightpress in upon the darkness where she stands.She stands with head bowed down for much too long.A singer walks on stage - has this been planned?And the conductor lifts her head and hands.There will be music. There will be a song.
Hiding BluesI am going into hiding, I'll be deep underground.I am going into hiding, I'll be deep underground.When the Man comes to get me, there's no way I'll be found.I am walking in water, so I don't leave a track.I am walking in water, so I don't leave a track.No telling where I went to, no bringing me back.I will be like a rumor that you heard on the street.I will be like a rumor that you heard on the street.No way to trace me, no way we can meet.I am leaving the picture, I am breaking the frame.Flying out of the picture, breaking the frame.I may not even hear when the blues call my name.
angels 1Avenging angel has more work than can be done -sits at the bar buying drinks for everyone.Barefoot angel broke a toeon the stone of human woe.Card-carrying angel shows ID -as if an angel cared about security.Desolate angel waits for what may never be -will not listen but has to see and see and see.Edifying angel writes on the wall -and writes again after we erase it all.Feral angel has claws that split oak, fells a tall tree with a single stroke. Glaring angel can hurt you with a look -hurt you even from his picture in a book.Hardnose angel will listen to your plea,and then give the answer, "It's not up to me."Inebriated angel is higher than a kite,says everything is all, and all is all right.Justice-loving angel may not see things as you do.(Merciful angel may be the one for you.)Kind-hearted angel can face anything real.Of course this
angels 2Noisy angel wails and sings and roarslike 150 electric guitars.Ominous angel hints at what is coming next -bad or good, not quite what one expects.Practical angel brings you coffee and cake,says, "Have something to eat, for goodness' sake."Questioning angel can bring you to your knees -stops and helps you up when you say, "please."Rebuilding angel looks at the damage and nods.The odds of success? No need to know the odds.Singing angel sounds like most anyone,but you want more when the song is done.Transient angel comes and goes and comesand goes and comes and goes and comes.Urban angel loves the city streets,and all the up and down and in-between people it meets.Versatile angel is gentle and strong,can build you a house or sing you a song.Wishing angel makes a world with a wish,says, "Come in! Can you see it? Here it is!"X-Man Angel has wings made of feathers -although for a time they were
free association 4The salt is in the batter and the moon is in the sky,I'm going to brew some coffee before I start to cry.The pipeline has a fracture and a crew is on its way.I hope they get here soon, they should have been here yesterday.I'm an underwater welder with a desert all around.The last time I was out of work this is all I found.I hear the crashes in the night when drivers miss the turn.I make sure they are okay and let their cargo burn.The people who are running things all seem to be the same,they never do a thing for which they accept the blame.They burn your biscuits to a crisp and tell you they are fine,pour ocean water in your cup and tell you that it's wine.<a>
Thin IceThe ice is thin, the ice is thin -the shore more distant year by year,and nearly sixty since I left it now.There is no going back again.And I am old yet not so very old -I bless the ice. I pray for cold.
Blue MoonNot the one that appears every two or three years -the one that appears once in forty-four years.Not the one that is full for a single night -the one that is full every night it is in the sky.Not the one on which to see a man or a rabbit -the one on which there are branches and leaves in silhouette.Not the one that is drowned out by a glowing city -the one that is as bright above a city as it is where the sky is darkest.Not the one by which you might read a newspaper headline -the one by which you can read what had been invisible.Not the one whose name is part of a figure of speech -the one that asks us to say something new.Not the one that rhymes with hue and shoe and June and spoon -the one that rhymes with night and weight and hold and hope.
WhisperI went to the zoo and let some wild things out.That was a whisper - do not make me shout.I kept on driving when the road ran out.That was a whisper - do not make me shout.I erased my book and tore the pages out.That was a whisper - do not make me shout.I love my life but with a trace of doubt.Can you hear me whisper? Do not make me shout.
EmigrantSpoke English.Always thought in Italian.
Give it backI want my heart back,untouched and unbroken...I want my heart back,without a glance or even a word spoken...I want my heart back,as it once was,innocent and pure...I want it back,as if it's miraculously cured...No forget that, what I really wantis a heart that is brand new,not that one with the sign"Broken by you"...I wanna look backto every memory we used to shareand not even remember being there...I wanna wake up, and for a change,my heart won't shutter in Pain...I wanna breathe again...I wanna smilewithout my eyes filling with rain,without the feeling of revenge in my soul ache,but most of all,I wanna see you for who you truly areA FAKE
BittersweetBittersweet, baby, bittersweet.Just the way we are meant to be.Your strength shielding my defeat.Your sun melting my snow,warming it deep and slow,but never letting go.Bittersweet, baby, bittersweet.Just the way it's meant to be.Your presence forcing my heart to beat.Your closeness making it easy to breath.Your eyes shining into mine,showing me that life can be just fine.Bittersweet, baby, bittersweet.A little darkness to appreciate the light.A little pepper to make the recipe right.A little loneliness to crave one another.A little melancholy to keep us together.A lot "you" to sweet the bitter "me".A myriad of joy for our life to be.Bittersweet, baby, bittersweet.Just the way I wished you to be.A man to call my own.A heart to be my home.A hug in the middle of the night.A smile that sets my world right.A hand to catch me before I fall.An eye to see my true soul.Bittersweet, baby, bittersweet.Just the "us" we'll always be.My unstoppable force for your immo
choking is laughing underwateri want to tell you "it's funny that -"but it seems ocean water enters my mouthbefore the punchlineand choking comes before laughingin the dictionary, anyway.it's funny that -and waves spur through my mouthlike i had gills, like i could swim, like inever actually wanted to laugh.like carbonated water gave meall the fuzzy feelings i'd wished for.and it really wasn't that funny,after all.
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "hello"s and "how are you?"s. You refuse to see less than all there truly is.I wish that others would let you know, and maybe someday you'll figure it out. Because I know the truth. Can't you just once try to see who you really are?You're justawonderfulamazingawesomeprettycreativefunnylovelybe
Bleeding Hearts of StoneA child dies every 17 seconds they saySeveral thousands lost every passing dayGodless nations drowning in wealthWhile millions live in failing healthLive and let live say the greedySo forgotten are those who are needyBillions spent on weapons for killingAs if the world needs more blood spillingHearts of stone, carved from hateWill you change a persons fate?Doomed to die, abandoned by allNow its time for another to fallHunger and toil weapons of the eliteTools for domination, an inhuman featThe white man lives fat and fullThe rest are left starved and dullSelf serving corporations stealing from the poorAlways growing, always wanting moreThieves as leaders, presidents and kingsTalks of prosperity, yet poverty clingsRacism, hatred still endureBlood and violence, whatever for?Musl1m
Then and nowElevators may stop between floors -Shout aloud for help until the doorsCan be pulled open by the friend who hears.A voice and friends is what we need and all we have.Peace may come, may end certain wars.Elevators will still stop between floors.