He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the heavy lock Like lichen on an old worn stone It was clamped right at the top The idea was convoluted but who was he to disbelieve that she was dumping him no longer tugging on his sleeve Its just because she found out that he had found another lass defense of her emotions an expedition come to pass She was too late to be convinced She’d pay no fee to change his mind The past would soon catch up to him She was sure that he would find For now she would just move on Find a new man for herself She’d take her pain and anguish and place it high upon a shelf
It’s a transient world in this cesspool called life where dangerous people cause infinite strife But laid out before us in a subliminal church A decoration of faith, a presentation of worth It is here that we find peace and love undisturbed With just an inkling of anger or just maybe perturbed But we let it all go at the drop of a dime Because all we’ve got left is our life and some time.
With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick. I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain. I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in. I saw my Lord in my garden of coloredtulip blooms He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.
I just couldn’t bear, with the look on her face, to tell her she had done something wrong A notebook had fallen and what had taken its place was some beautiful art like a song I hoped in my heart that she would never see the typical look of disdain I had had I stood in the doorway with a smile on my face, hovering here made my heart feel so glad Covered in paint, like the chalk on a board, the colors stood out fresh and bright In the back of my mind I heard an old song dating back to a wonderful night The night on the bus I met the man of my dreams who helped make this beautiful girl The love overtook any anxiety made when all my feelings of love were unfurled.
“Don’t you patronize me now”, my wife said to me After the alarm went off, I tried to leave her be The damp air in the bedroom was enough to drown a cat It’s the cloudy weather that made my bedroom get like that I tried to be congenial despite the humid air It’s like we’re in a rat race, she really didn’t care So like a well-bred husband I went to the old couch She didn’t like my taste in art, then said I was a slouch Now that was two more insults than I could stand to bear So I turned and with my finger…made a heart up in the air.
‘As ancestors go, mine are pretty unique From the depths of the oceans to tall mountain peaks The grief from their passing is replaced with a smile The sadness is lifted, depths of loss reconcile Pretty bright blooms rise right out of the ice Rain melts the snow, it is really quite nice Mud seems to grovel in crevices bare While salt from the ocean’s like crystals of air The bruises of sorrow on the skin of the soul Replace what the heart wants and what it still knows From the edge of a field to the top of a peak No words heard murmuring, no sounds here to seek Keep moving on ’til your cup runneth dry And remember the happiness each time you cry.
I ignored the nasty looks they gave Some with speech all slurred as well therapy given from a gracious host included sketchy clientele The clinic was aligned with folks wallpaper smart and bright the “culprit” of this entourage was a pigeon of the night Not really a living bird per se but a nun in a black habit had opened up this raunchy joint as help, she does admit But never did she think to see the people on the street nor know the ones that looked for her had calloused dirty feet The nun held out an appendage I saw her gentle touch go to a slightly fragile soul it didn’t help him much I turned to leave before I felt so sad, this was no joke ‘Cause seeing all the poverty sympathy it did invoke.