I’m the river and I am rain
I’m the song that sounds the same
I’m the lost and I am found
I’m the up and I am down
I’m the whisper that came out loud
I’m the suns forever cloud
I’m the light in times of dark
I’m the meow and I am the bark
I’m the sorrow and jubilee
I’m the thought and memory
I’m the offense and I defend
I’m the game and I am the end
Tag: sorrow
Thee Traitors Guilt (day 770)
If I should sing to let it out,
Let mine heart come before my throat.
Should I to throw it all away,
My guard so closely held to me,
So tight thy clutches keep it by,
That even I can scarcely cry.
It fills the rivers, flowing high,
With demands; spent at last.
Where should I take to plan again?
If never again to hold thy hand.
But my sorrow does not weigh thy down,
It chases thy mind, late at night.
Curling it’s distant cries tightly
Around mine enemies to bring them near.
For you have neigh been gently to
The brow of which is mine to frow.
Like dandelions reach’d a state decay’d,
A tiny orb of gone with the wind,
Gently swaying to and fro
In the cool mornings dewy glow.
For now thy knoweth why
I sigh into the songs I sing,
Why I shall carry upon my back
This choice of burden, this gunny sack.
It holds the damage done afore,
It bleeds the blood that once before
Bled about my conscious’s sleeve.
But swept away like wind that’s come,
It’s found it’s way: burden upon my back.
For when I speak to hear mine words,
What beckons my mane to question thus,
Are simple words, beseeching thy:
If not for I, whatever for, dear?
For if not for I then what is left?
Surely there must be something abreast.
If not for me, what good is thee?
Have I becometh thee traitor’s guilt?
Have I been loved by an unformidable cloak?
Damaged doth my thoughts become,
Left to stew about in gloom.
So out! Be gone with it then!
Let love be gone, at once have truth,
Make speed to return here once more again.
For I shall find in my path tomorrow,
A heart that fills my heart still more.
So let it end, this ghastly sorrow.
Be off with it then, gone in the wind.
Drained and Bled (day 722)
Refined the madness will walk away
At seasons end to sell your hay
Share the sun, enjoy each day
But don’t get lost along the way
Then if the last straw be drawn
Finding you left standing on the lawn
No goods leftover to be pawned
It will be sorrow; all sun be gone
It’s known it’s fearful inside this head
Laughter spinning around the bed
The makeshift scarecrow: no wit, dead
No roof to shelter, no home to stead
But not all’s lost when wits have fled
A lone wild grouse found and bled
Enough to feed and safely tread
At least for a little while, to ease the dread
You Cannot Hear My Screams (day 718)
I push you into corners
And suck out all your blood
I watch your face go pale
And feel the taste of life
You look at me with wonder
And speak out not a word
You flirt me with a smile
And hold on for your life
I cannot understand
And feel not for what I see
I have an urge for deliverance
And I will not let you cease
You flicker and wave in conscience
And fleeting memories flow free
You flirt me with a smile
And release all I’ve ever sold to you
I lay you down in sorrow
And unsure of what I’ve done
I will not survive another
And am lost in what’s begun
You shared your stream of life
And trusted the words I laid
You laid down now in harmony
And cannot hear my screams
Save the Lives (day 613)
Click click twists, CLOCK
Snake the lock into my glock
Firing rounds that never stop
Yes today, not tomorrow
Your eyes fill up, all with sorrow
Line’s end, you’ve killed the sparrow
March march into the dark
Walk no more in sunset park
This man is off: a hungry shark
Blood for blood does not work
A spoon for soup, but not a fork
Save lives, love, let’s work
Replenish Thee (day 609)
I sang out loud for the burden that wasn’t mine
Felt it deep, deep inside this ol’ heart
Sunk me in my despair to my knees
Streaking tears spoiled these dusty cheeks
Halleluiah
The grass that grows ’round my breath
Be it thine savior, blue skies above
Take my sorrow away, reap me of mine madness
Circle thou hands ’round my soul
Carry me away with thee, off to the sea
Where salt will lap at my wounds
Replenish this ol’ heart with vigor
Fill me, and let me free
Of this burden that isn’t mine
The Warts of Worry (day 92)
A worry, once sought
Can never be left at a lick
Without a decision
Without ample evidence
We go on remembering the folly
In time, one may ring
Erasing the thoughts of doom we did have
But its wake shall produce
As an opening guide
One more to cover the path
Shameless Ego Crushing Apology (day 6)
I think it was me
Or maybe that’s just ego
But if it was me
And, of course unintentional
Then I’m faint
And light headed
And sore with sorrow
For the injustice I have caused
I am sorry
But if not
If it’s nothing to do
With things I have done
Then tell me dear lover
What thwarts thou?