Why 3am keeps callin’
Is for someone else to say
I do know it has me wantin’
To hear that guitar play
Later on when sunset
Weighs heavy on my frame
I’ll wish to unlearn and unsee
3am’s cruel game
Why 3am keeps callin’
Is for someone else to say
I do know it has me wantin’
To hear that guitar play
Later on when sunset
Weighs heavy on my frame
I’ll wish to unlearn and unsee
3am’s cruel game
I forgive the process
You inhale
From whence You must
You draw
From whichever well presents
You dare
From thirst’s front door clamor
You must
You see
Original thought credit:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning;
‘Aurora Leigh’
Take today aside
Wearing that very same smile
Speaking only truth
All I ask
Keep me warm
Famous shining Sun
Cooled and upright
Mr. Wind
When my mind’s on you
Should the rain
Turn to snow
I will come prepared
I will soon exhale
And it will be sensuous
And last a lifetime
These are not holiday colors
Under this skin
Shocking, rising
Dissipating to fade
There are no saints to celebrate
No martyrs or departed
Save hope
To mourn
You taught me
Shackles
They’re not imagined
As I’d hoped
Houdini
Cannot help me now
None magic to be had
Trust, intuition
So much platitude
And for others only
Words
More cheap than ever
Counterfeit Currency
I learned
Used then discarded
Rubbish now or recycled
Into your new life
All the time you wished to fly
I held out hope
As birdseed at a tiny flowered threshold
To tell you, not tempt you
Take me with you
Stay home
Love cannot look
As strewn doubt
And decimated rock
As supplanted fear
Amongst trust’s ghost
As words, bright and dark
And words alone
Love cannot be