a freed being
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
7 days, 7 chances
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Vagabond's Farewell
Too long a time 'tween me and gone
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Seth and May
She said we put a little something by
For when the days come hard
But as for today, I will sing
He strummed and said there's no gold watch
At the end of thirty years of this
But as for today, I will sing
They sang its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work we're willing to do
its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work we're willing to do
She looked into his big brown eyes
And sang the song within her heart
And he played his song for her the whole day through
One gold band on her left hand
A silver band on his
They made their love into their music and they gave it to you
Because its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work they're willing to do
its easy to die poor these days
Harder to die happy
But that's the kind of work we're willing to do
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Providence
A surprise check arrived in the daily mail
And then a brand new bill to pay
I thought the old man'd be upset
Till I overheard him say
"How blessed I am
That the Lord provides
Always in the nick of time
I know that I can count on Him
Ain't Providence divine"
His truck broke down on a dusty road
Coming back home from town
He grinned as the sun broke right through the rain
And picked some flowers on his way, sayin'
"How blessed I am
That the Lord provides
Always in the nick of time
I know that I can count on him
Ain't Providence divine"
His wife was near her mortal end
Full of rising pain and fear
And the Lord he took her life that day
And brought her spirit near
I thought that this would be the day
My friend's faith would lose its light
But he said to me "it was answered prayers
That the Lord ended her fight
How blessed I am
That the Lord provides
Always in the nick of time
I know that I can count on Him
Ain't Providence divine"
Writer's block
Staring at a blank page
Pen in hand, devoid of rage
Or hurt or joy or anything
To write, and maybe later sing
Emotion is a writer's fuel
To just go numb feels rather cruel
Emptiness ain't good for me,
my music, or my poetry
Let go
I'm letting go
Of feeling like I need to know
Which way the dice will roll
I'm releasing all control
Cuz I never had it anyway
Its just another of the games we play
Pretending like we make the rules
Beneath it all we all are fools
The earth still turns
And the sun still burns
Not hastened by my hurry
Or bogged down by my worry
The stars, they stay
way up in the sky
Cuz they're not held there by you or I
(they're not held there by you or I)
Everything
is in its rightful place
Created and sustained by Grace
(Created and sustained by Grace)
So just let go
Of feeling like you need to know
Which way the dice will roll
You can just release control
Cuz you never had it anyway
Its just another of the games we play
Pretending like we make the rules
Beneath it all we all are fools
So just let go
Breathe me in
in the middle of the night
he's still asleep
and yet he pulls me tight
against his skin
he breathes me in
I used to think
how long can this thing last
but before I blinked
it seems the decades passed
but time moves along
soon he'll be gone
and there's nothing to do
but keep on keeping on
Soon I'll reach for him
in the middle of the night
he won't be there
to sigh and pull me tight
against his skin
or breathe me in