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� It�s been too many nights to now be suddenly without � - Too Many Nights � I find it strange that we search our whole lives for love as through it were the final treasure the solemn purpose of people in movies and magazines. Yet when it comes your door one morning with calk eyes to deliver itself you realize it alone it not enough. You are before me, sweet man, and I am thinking Aren�t I supposed to give up everything? Aren�t I supposed to be brave and abandon each dream and aspiration and yield utterly to this elusive beast love, to your soft belly and companionship? Aren�t we supposed to have a piece of land -- and children! -- that look like you, and cook soup and bread and sing each other songs before sleep and absentmindedly count the stars from out front porch as we pray for each other�s keep and pretend forever is a word known not only by the heart? � - Second Thoughts in Columbus, Ohio � Every time her hands began to stutter he became enraged. She threw these fits sometimes, and he never took the time to understand what they meant. Her words were wasted on him. Her hands useless birds caged by their quietness, and he would immobilize them, tying her wrists together so they�d jump like awkward fish, gasping at the shock of air. Un - heard they�d dance like that for hours, her eyes full of silent desperation, on the other side of the closet door. He never even know what they were saying. here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! � - Father of a Deaf Girl � All the words I wish your fingers could feel all the times I�ve wished you could know the silent sorrow like cold and broken teeth I wish you could hear the child that cries in my flesh and makes my bones ache I wish you could speak to my fear I wish you could hold me in your arms like oceans and soothe what my muscles remember all the screams and scraped knees the cloudy days so dark I wondered if my eyes were even open The days that I felt like August, and that I, too would soon turn to Fall � - All the Words � I�m leaving You�re done Cut the cord I will bear my heart Make sure it�s sharp Make it quick Flash your will against me relieve this red smear Smother the beating dull the pulse Show mercy Spare it from your side and I will rip what was yours, what was living in me, and return it to you. Do it while our hearts are still intact before they become riddled with bitterness choked by the stinking seeds of resentment. � � Mercy � Together we have sensed distance stretch its defeating spine between our hearts, and felt the haunted gales of vacancy fill the hollows of our eyes with wandering. There is no thief to blame who has stolen the warmth from our kisses; departure has been gradual, by degrees. I will not send you into the night with teeth marks and pride I have stripped you of. I will draw a compass on your belly, and you will tell my heart that it�s okay before we turn each other loose beneath the endless sky. Let us be still. Disarm the tongue if its dagger and listen. Such cold beauty exists here Do you see it? Like the landscape, frozen, waiting to be born. � � Compass � I guess what I wanted was to hear you�d stay with me always. I guess what I wanted was to see those hands vowing never to leave my own. I guess what I wanted was to know I am not loving in vain. � - I Guess What I Wanted Was � you don�t call I check again I become uneasy -- Suddenly I�m not so sure I check my sources each conversation becomes a crumb how easily I�m led how stupid I�ve been to believe you could be loving me you who can not be seduced by anything other than the temperance of need and suddenly I see my place the phone rings you say hello but I don�t believe you � � Insecurity � I�m writing this letter to tell you I don�t love you anymore. I don�t miss you. I never have. The truth is, I tried, but never found your adoration anything other than arduous, your niceties clich�d, your praise thoughtless, and it has become unbearably obvious that you love me with all the originality or romance novels; the manly man weakening the luscious flower. But do not be sad, nothing is lost, neither of us even loved the other truly-- your only thought you did and I only wanted you to. � - I�m Writing to Tell You � I leave not only you but also a part of me that fears my own song�s truth � - Long Has A Clock � In my room, my guitar is calling to me. I will go to it soon and write songs for love lost and for love yet to come... � - Christmas in Hawaii � Can you imagine how silent a plane crash would be if you were deaf? How unbearably loud a rape? � � Shush � Having mutilated and freed myself from the very wings which for so long held me aloft I have cast my heart like a purpled fruit toward the voilent earth, far from the Heaven of your arms � � Freedom � I am in love with a man who is gone now hunting for vision � - Full Moon |