| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 13 |
| The Death of Me Don�t poise yourself to tell me what I need to do I�m not listening, not really, I�m too busy being the death of me I�ve set my muse free And I�ve settled into bland old mendacity I know I know Alive! Alive! All the world is alive! Sing your choruses I think they are lovely They just don�t apply to me I�m meanspirited and think I might just hate Humanity At the moment at least We posture and pose We threaten and quake Moral outrage and wages of war What a pain we all are Bitter bitter February Bitter bitter winter Bitter bitter me Indulge me with my whims these day Indulge me in a little hopeless fantasy Indulge me for I tell you true I am the very death of me. |
| Droplet of Bird It is cold cold winter I sit here remembering The warm and green I sit here remembering� It seems so long ago Bundled up I pass inspiration Eyes down to watch my footing Then pause at the brilliant whiteness Diamond skinned landscape One note symphony Where are the subtle notes There in an ancient tree Brilliant red against white Little droplet of bird And there his mate Delicate brown beauty Greedily I search The heavens for her hidden treasures Brown sparrow, black crow In the field the cattle huddle Against the cold Their breath wheezing mist White and whiter still Where is my hawk Glorious and golden? He will come If I can but wait Wait here in the whiteness For his return Sing little droplet Sing your song for me And the waiting For my love to come to me. |
| Your Gift Your gift is in your silences They wrap around my heart Like fog Vaporous atmosphere Tinged with the colors of the dawn Filling the spaces between the lines The substance of your thought |
| EXPECTED He is a raw and hurt and angry nerve Encased in a pale and hollow shell I made him He is of my body He is of my soul And I hurt for his hurts Sad and lonely boy Afraid and angry Expected to be a man Expected to take it on the chin Expected, always expected To be like all the rest It�s the business plan Mission statement Of the male �fuck you� And the hollow �I don�t care� That hides the �I�m a loser� So poorly to my eyes and ears and heart If only I could break that shell Wash away the raw and the hurt and the angry Wash it with my mother�s guilty tears I made him He is of me Wrap him up and hold him close Let his head submit to the rhythms Of a mother�s heartbeat Let his heart sleep and rest and dream And see the lovely pearl I see Hidden there in that shell Too shy and afraid and alone But I can�t kiss it and make it go away He�s expected to be a man And I�m expected to let him go. |
| HOLY BENEDICTION She was a fine eyed vixen He was a fair haired man Filled up with convictions Of the promise land He said come on honey Just let me take your hand I�ll be your benediction To the Great I AM She thought he was a fiction Just a devil in disguise Convoluted piece of diction Filled with little white lies She said you really are a heathen Of that I can surmise But she could feel her soul was melting From the fire in his eyes He knew he�d won her over He had convinced her of his plan He�d won the little vixen�s soul Just like he had her hand And like the promise of a holy night On wayward shifting sand He was her holy benediction To the promise land. |
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