Month: November 2004

  • Wishing Well


     


    Hoping on the long lost past


    Is like shattering the shadows cast


    Praying gestures at the tide


    Will stem the waters coming rise


     


    Rage nor anger change the fact


    Regrets and tears can’t bring it back


    Ripples in the poisoned water


    Only hint at danger’s daughter




    Glare into the wishing well


    Watched as gold and silver fell


    Distorting visions staring back


    Only lies and demons black



    Seeking answers from the deep


    Weeping blood from wounds to deep


    Mingled in that retched pool


    Eternally I fight this duel


     


    How tightly now I hold the rope


    Lest I drop my pail of hope


    All along I draw the water


    Listening to it’s tainted laughter




    Glare into the wishing well



    Watched as gold and silver fell


    Distorting visions staring back


    Only lies and demons black



    Drop the rope the answer’s clearly


    Written where I will not see


    For I hold on far to dearly


    To a past that poisons me


     


    Dripping, dripping, will not see


    There is a future calling me


    For I chase my shadow's asking price       


    An pray my gestures will suffice


     


     


     

  • The Book of Love and Venom


     


    I felt the sting of love again


    Relentless drive of fear and pain


    Who is next to twist the blade?


    Fuel this fire I have made


     


    Seeking truth in fury found


    Straining love’s intrinsic bounds


    Another passage full of sorrow


    Live this lie again tomorrow


     


    I can see the viper strike


    Feel the venom in its words


    Hear its toxic promises


    Poison, just like you and me


     


    Deadly bite spreads quickly now


    Sickness courses through my veins


    This potion love made just for me


    Therein lies it’s prophesy




    Chorus 1


    It seems you ripped my life from me


    Blind fury is consuming me


    I’ll let my vengeful spirits dance


    Redemption’s only for the weary


     


    What was the promise you made me


    “‘Till death parts us”, as I recall


    “For better or for worse”, you said


    I should be standing on your grave



    Bitter taste of jealousy


    Destruction in contained disease


    Acid flavor of my rage


    Romance turns a deadly page


     


    The book of love is soaked in blood


    From its victims one by one


    “Come here”, it says, “just one more drop


    Soon your chapter will be done”


     


    Chaos is love’s symphony


    Its music sways misleadingly


    “Take my hand let’s dance some more


    I’ll dash your hope onto my shore”


     




    When this voyage’s course is run


    And I know love can’t be won


    Cold is all that’s left behind


    Shattered vessel sailing blind




    Chorus 2


    Embers die and anger fades


    Like memories of your breath in mine


    An inner voice screams silently


    I’ve got to let her go


     


    Take my hand from my own throat


    And let you on your way


    It’s where you went so long ago


    It’s me that’s free today



    I know this snake has struck you too


    Didn’t want what it did to you


    Let’s squeeze the venom from our sorrow


    Walk another mile tomorrow


     


    A breath of chance recovery


    In love and life’s discovery


    Another painful lesson learned


    But the book of love and venom burns…


     


     

  • Shady Kind of Faith








    I can’t relate


    To the church bells on Sunday


    Tea time with cookies


    Flowers in springtime


    Holding hands in the sunset


    Telling the world I’m fine


     


    I’ve never found comfort


    By singing a song


    Watching the fireflies


    Dance all night long


    Catching the breeze


    By a warm sunlit stream in the forest


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    Distant sense of right and wrong


    Learned love from desperation


    Learned letting go by holding on


    Found hope and faith in twilight


    Washing the past from sinful hands


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    It’s a bit dirty but its mine


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    It’s got stains I recognize


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    It’s the only one I know


    Lost and alone


    Different and distant


    Unwholesome, instinctive


    Lustful and liable


    Sinful and soulful


    Its passion on a different scale


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    A darker kind of love


    Stained sense of purity


    Vision through a dirty window


    Overlooking a polluted plain


    Optimistic from a gut level perspective


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    In mankind’s survival


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    In good natured horizons


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    That I don’t have the answer


     


    Got a shady kind of faith


    That I don’t have to know… anymore


     


  • The Chalice and the Blood


     








    The chalice sits


    Its contents full


    The blood of Christ


    Is black within


    It speaks to me


    Of forgiven sin


    From deep inside


    The fortress doors


    And heavy stone


    Glass as stained


    As the life it hides


    From the house of God


    It calls to me


    Says take my terms


    And be like me


    Heed these words


    I preach to thee


    Now on your knees


    It’s pray or die


    And never forget


    Its time to tithe


    Accept my love


    Conditionally


    Drink from my cup


    Given for thee


    Confirmed by our


    Conformity


    The body lies


    In the roadside dust


    Blood pooled and dried


    Blackened or rust


    It speaks to me


    Of forgiven sin


    Of torture and demise


    Undeserved


    Unmerciful


    An act stained


    With a preachers lies


    From a house of God


    The message came


    This one is different


    That one in not the same


    Heed these words


    I preach to thee


    Heathens and pagans


    The devils lot


    Inhuman in His eyes


    Purify and sanctify


    Accept my love


    Conditionally


    Drink form my cup


    Given for thee


    Burn all those not blessed


    By our conformity


     

  • Poor Poor Me


     


    I know others have it


    Much harder in life


    Than me


     


    Yet recently that realization


    Hasn’t helped me overcome


    My own troubled thoughts


     


    Experience had proven


    Time and time again


    That fear is always at the root


     


    That faith and action


    Create the change I need


    To overcome


     


    But still I sit


    Unchanged and uneasy


    Demoralized


     


    As of yet unwilling


    To take the initiative


    That might change my day


     


    Why must I always wait


    Until enough pain has accumulated


    And all other options run out


     


    Hoping against all odds


    That someone or something


    Will clear this difficult path on my behalf


     


    Hoping I can avoid the work


    The discomfort, the unease


    That will cure my mental disease


     


    Still I know others have it


    Much harder in life


    Than poor old me