twl 1995
They are calling me.
The voices, they're calling me.
Can't you hear them?
They are screaming inside of me.
Yelling, telling me to write.
Write! Write it down!
You'll forget what we've told you.
Write, damn you, write it down!
Lean close, maybe you can hear.
No? Put your ear against mine.
Listen hard, be quiet.
Now? Just wait, give it time.
Nevermind, they're gone.
They know you were listening.
I've lost the transmission.
No signal, only hissing.
1988
twl
I've made lots of money
while trying to live.
But I didn't always think
that I needed to give.
To those who are in need,
more than me,
until in a railyard i met Mister Lee.
Mister Lee was a hobo,
a gentlemanly sort.
Who sported a tophat,
and a suit coat.
A man of means,
with no means to prove.
He'll tell you a story
over his stew.
He said "they is people
to pooe to eat,
to pooe to buy clothes,
or shoes for they feet."
He said, "I sees them people,
and I just weeps."
Now he didn't have much,
in fact nothing at all.
But he'd give you everything
that he owned.
After his stew,
I got up and left.
I stopped at the mission,
gave money and left.
february 5, 1998
twl
Please only whisper,
when you speak my name.
For the pain is to unbearable,
from the pleasures of shame.
Oh the web we weave,
is like scattered glass.
The sharp edges of pain
are entwined in our past.
The pleasures we seek,
no consequences we thought.
Will reap years of torment,
and shame for us all.
Shame has colors
of varying degrees.
From black to white,
and no color for peace.
1988
twl
No two are the same,
it's all in God's plan.
Walk, talk, see and hear,
some can't and some can.
Run, jump, yell and play,
walk on your hands.
And don't make fun
of those who can't.
Just because someone
is different that you,
that's no reason
to make them cry.
People come in all
different shapes and size.
Like the stars
that sparkle at night.
And that's no reason
to make them cry.
People have feeling, we all know pain,
it's just how we are.
When children see what grown up do,
it's how they start.
Making fun of children not like them,
laughing and teasing.
Not thinking of how
they feel.
Feelings can hurt a long time,
imagine how you'd feel.
If someone teased and made fun of you,
with words that kill.
Just think next time before something is said,
remember this talk we had.
And don't say something bad.
11/20/03
twl
The saints are calling out my name,
while I wait for Mary.
It's time for me to go home they said,
and do not tary.
The light succumbs to darkness,
while I wait for Mary.
A deep slumber that was owed me,
yet I was wary.
I think of the times and laughs we had,
while I wait for Mary.
Never holding her, and touching her face,
time left here is nary.
The leaves fall gently to the ground,
while I wait for Mary.
The box they lower a little farther down,
as I still wait for Mary.
11/20/04
twl
I have seen many beautiful women,
but none compare to you.
Sweet tantalizing innocence,
is what I see in you.
The comfort that you have brought me,
sets my soul at ease.
The beauty of your presence,
my heart alone you did sieze.
The time we spent in laughter and tear,
created each day anew.
Helps me see more clearly,
what I see in you.