oh, woodenhead
come in from the rain
quit your thefts
seeking a beauty
outside for a one
that is within
all crows make argue
for your eyes—
you do not use them
anyway, they say
instead, my woodenhead
you are a' thieving out
in the pouring rain
woodenhead
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Fresh failures
Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash Well, that would be two recent projects that just don’t have what I think is needed for prime time.
First, the song I was working on as an experiment where folks write the lyrics in a certain genre to a song of mine they never heard… I tried to make something of that last week and the initial takes just felt awkward. It’s not for the lack of Chris and Sandy’s lyrical talents; rather, I just couldn’t find a way to make either of them work well. Close, but no banana, as they say. It ended up feeling as if I should be doing less, rather than more, on the lyrics front. And my mind is blank for what would work, if you can believe that crap.
As an experiment, it was fun, but I don’t think anyone would thank me for putting the result out with their name associated. So, I’ll let it rest a bit and see if I either get a better sense of rhythm and flow to the lyrics, or if I come up with some of my own.
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wandering at amble
Photo by Fabian Bächli on Unsplash is it descendance
or ascension
when desire is
in suspension?
when you feel
tension but remain
uncompelled to act
on anything at all?
are you alive
without drive or
are you just living
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black sands
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com i walk
the black sands
hand on hand
holding the blade
carving a line
none dare cross
we are rose petals
scattered scarlet
blood my blood
a desert red without
you mouth to
drink me in
winter song of wine
a stone beach
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otherside
Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash i wonder at the fog that
obscures all thinking
dancing ghosts away
from dream
all the lies, all the lies of me
i feel a new sobriety
washing over
another wall showing cracks?
what awaits the otherside?To like, click comments or:
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decline
Photo by Greg Johnson on Unsplash and no, i think i won't
i'll pass, if you please
disengage from your rage
recuse my everything
because, as they say:
i am so tired
(insert back of hand
to forehead here)
waiting for the
first frost already and
summer's solstice just come...To like, click comments or:
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inertia
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash to river our walks
through autumn, i
hold the by and bye
between the burning
and the dry decay
brown to crisp underfoot
talking the nonsense
of water twisting eddy
burble a river on roam
ever youth in motion
a kiss of inertia
a kiss to november's
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imagined
Photo by Nicole Elliott on Unsplash it is not so easy
to cull away but
as leaves give
way to crimson
my autumn seems
to have come
unicorn chasing is
stuff best done in the
springtime of youth
worn stone stairs lead
to mountaintops
cast in mists
cast in fogs
i always imagined
something more
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in your pale
Photo by Dana on Unsplash seeking switches
to flip to the off
turn down the bed
tune out the head
let the phantoms
have their haunt
whisper the winds
my name as the same and
yours the forever unknown
and i don’t care
what you’re called
just haunt my halls
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become of long
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash given fresh rain fallen
a sanctuary in grey
wash away the stain
desire burns fleeting
quench all heat away
embrace river flowing
puddle rings watercolor
mirrors of granite sky
i become of long man
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