I can walk down the street with my wings glistening in the moonlight and my skirt hiked up to Heaven I can carry a tune and write the lyrics with my eyes glazed over from the lack of empathy One hit wonder fly by night captivator feet never firmly planted on the ground Surround sound …
Tag: Heaven
Nothing More
Death doesn't knock before entering unexpected guest comes to call whispers gentle shush soft breeze leaving just the slightest chill on the cheek incomplete bargaining back and forth ready or not sometimes maybe no undetermined peacefulness awaiting off in the distance the unknown throws lovely shadows on us all fear not what is on the …
Heaven, Hell Or Limbo
I don’t know what God stands before me and can’t recite the prayers that slip through fingers bead to bead saints to sinners Act of Contrition is a fear factor while at the end of the day my indiscretions are my own chipping away at the norms, man made rules and regulations yet my heart …
Saving Grace
There is a time and place for everything And when there is a cold rain falling dragging me down bringing me down comfort zone sanctuary I stand alone - Saving Grace Off in the distance my sins are being washed away On my knees praying to - someone for relief and who can tell when there …
Heaven, Hell Or Brooklyn
Walking beyond the dunes sea grass slips between my fingers The roar of the ocean calms my nerves and I remember how you felt beneath the waves The Siren's song whistles in the night carried by an ocean breeze; and every night your memory brings me to my knees And I wonder... Heaven, Hell or …
Push The Beat
Oh man, man its a drop the straw from your mouth head shaking spasm flash back to a past better left alone - moment But anyway, remember, do you remember when I fell in love and you didn't know what to do so you fell on your sword - it only took that first drop …
Carrying Our Secrets
It's just a round-about way of saying nothing with meaning ...or true intent vibrate In the distance I can hear the song There is a dullness in the roar, and when the dust is kicked up and no one settles in, bullets will be a blazing - glory It really won't matter what pocket you …
Hell
There are days when little to nothing can move within the close quarters of the walls now self proclaimed as barren – claustrophobia is a weakness to some that steps up when all else fails and yes there is some comfort in the self imprisonment confinement the familiar the nest of being able to reach …
Forever #JeSuisCharlie
They are like air non-tangible of no material substance - Yet they are powerful! Thoughts, words, opinions, perceptions dialogue; internal, external beliefs, doubts, questions, answers All up in the air Throw it against the wall ...to see what sticks or lands on the floor - Pen to paper, pen in hand Words, caricatures They are …
