Category Archives: Third Age

The Fall

Leaves of green and yellow,
Turn to red, orange and gold.
There’s no room for summer,
In the fall.

As the year begins to close,
A silent shadow grows,
Into winter’s heart I’ll go,
From the fall.

In the springtime there was rain,
But it’s never quite the same,
As the cold, stinging fingers,
Of the fall.

How the summer sun burned bright,
With the most amazing light,
But all the past means nothing,
At the fall.

The gutters choked with rain,
Flowing quickly down the drain,
All our dreams look the same,
To the fall.

The world I’ve searched in vain,
For an answer all quite plain,
In the end we’re all the same,
In the fall.

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The Empty Cradle

A simple, quiet place,
That sometimes holds my dreams,
Yet more often than not,
A place I lay my sorrows.

Those precious moments,
Here rests his tiny head,
Make the long hours between,
That much harder to bear.

One heart beats,
In this dark room,
No soft light shines,
To comfort and reassure.

A teddy bear sits alone,
On a neatly folded blanket.
And a tiny pair of shoes,
Are always here to haunt me.

No forehead to kiss,
No goodnights to say,
Just an empty cradle,
At the end of the day.

Valentine

Valentine,
How I wish you were mine,
Standing right beside me,
‘Til the end of time.

Valentine,
I’ve waited all my life,
For someone just like you,
To read between my lines.

Valentine,
Know that you are my…
Valentine,
Say that you’ll be mine.

Valentine,
How I long to see your smile,
Hand in hand we walk,
Laughin’ all the while.

Valentine,
You seem so distant now,
Still you fill my heart,
In every waking hour.

Valentine,
Somewhere, somehow, sometime…
Valentine,
Say that you’ll be mine.

Valentine,
I’ve been searchin’ all my life,
For eyes that see the truth,
And lips unstained by lies.

Valentine,
You blow right through my mind,
Like a breeze that lifts me up,
And a fire that lights my life.

Valentine,
Always, you’ll be my…
Valentine,
Say that you’ll be mine.

Valentine.

Santa Please

Santa please send me a reason,
Thoughtful and wise to be sure,
Don’t send me dreams, of childish things,
Santa just show me the door.

Santa please send me some meaning,
In a world so tired and alone,
Don’t sell me dreams, or diamond rings,
Santa just show me the door.

Santa please send me some comfort,
For a heart that can’t take anymore,
Of shattered dreams, and broken things,
Santa just show me the door.

Santa please send me a ticket,
To anywhere I’ve never known,
Where no one dreams, of selfish things,
Santa just show me the door.

Santa please send me a reason,
‘Cause mine don’t make sense anymore,
When all my dreams, are wasted things,
Santa just show me the door.

Zombie Christmas

An old man seeing angels,
Outside his prison cell,
I told him ‘Keep your options open,
‘Cause this time of year is Hell.’

He said ‘Gabriel is with us,
The Archangel spoke to me.’
I told him ‘If he’s come to save you,
Put a kind word in for me.’

It’s another Zombie Christmas,
Under white florescent lights,
Another Zombie Christmas,
Madmen howling at the night.

It seems my Christmas spirit’s all but gone,
Comin’ back, to this empty home,
Got the lights, the wreath, the cross, the tree,
But they don’t ever speak to me.

I guess this year my Christmas Star burnt out,
Nothing there to guide me through the dark,
But if you see her shining, on this ‘planitentiary’,
Put a kind word in for me.

It’s another Zombie Christmas,
With black and grey highlights,
Just another Zombie Christmas,
Under dimmed fluorescent lights.

See all the people pressed into the flow,
Where they’re going they don’t seem to know,
Stumblin’ up and down the town,
Blind to the chains that weigh them down.

It seems like all we’ve done, has come around,
We find ourselves crawling on the ground,
But If you happen to see Jesus, somewhere on his beat,
Put a kind word in for me.

It’s just another Zombie Christmas,
The best you’ll ever see,
Another Zombie Christmas,
That didn’t have to be.

And if you find salvation,
In an Angel on a tree…
If you would…
Put a kind word in for me.

Soul Searching

Soul searching,
Though I never seem to find,
That special feeling,
When your eyes met mine.

Drunk on your kisses,
So alive, so complete,
On wings of love I soar,
I don’t want to find my feet.

Climbing high above,
The shrinking earth below,
It reaches out for us,
But we always let it go.

Living dreams or lost realities,
Or maybe something mixed,
Between the two somewhere,
Your love is what I’ve missed.

Each day so far away from me,
Is where your heart resides,
But deep inside my soul,
Is a love that hasn’t died.

I’m soul searching,
But I may never find,
The love I felt inside,
When your eyes met mine.

3/19

Here I am, just another soul,
Under just another star, in someone else’s sky.
The seconds ticking by don’t mean as much anymore,
Not as much as they once did.
Yes, just another star in this sleepless sky,
Another dream, another life… and I’m still here…
…And you’re still gone.

Sometimes on a night like this one,
I wish the memories weren’t so crystal clear.
All my emotions come crashing back on me,
Like the waves against the rocks.
I feel every moment with each deafening crash,
A song, a face, a smell, a taste…
I remember it all… and it’s bittersweet.

Then there are those mornings when I wake,
From hours of broken sleep, and I find myself afraid.
Afraid I’ve lost a piece of that bittersweet, stinging memory.
A vital, precious memory, washed away like a smudge from a dirty glass.
And I curse myself for allowing it to go.
And I pray for something to remind me… but things rarely do.
Some memories remain lost.

So here I am… just another soul,
Under just another star, in someone else’s sky.
Just another dream, another life… and I’m still here…
…Missing you.