Monthly Archives: June 2016

Roulette of life

If I knew then what I know now
Would I take that same road
Would I travel that same path, the one I walked with you

I would take my chances and cut another route
Through the brambles and the thorns
Cutting new scars over vaguely familiar ones
Marred from some other time and place

What I wouldn’t give to try again
To try again with someone new
Surely who I am can’t disgust the second time round
Surely this go-round would spin at another rate and she would grab hold and laugh

And we would stand in the middle, we two
And see in each other’s eyes
Stability and stamina and grit and will

But the go-round is slowing and here I am alone
Hoping the roulette of life will slow enough for me to look up through the dizzying whirl and find her standing there.

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Unknown compounds

Chemical reactions are so hard to predict
Especially when the compounds are unknown
It matters not the way you mix them
Before, aft, too little too much

The combination of you and me will always issue clouds
Clouds are little mushrooms throughout our endless days
Size doesn’t seem to matter much when the shockwaves that follow make up for lost time

Chemical reactions only change when the compounds are altered
And so it seems I must die again and again
But the fragments of myself that hinder us
Are the ones that willn’t fade away

Self centered clouds litter the horizon
Of our lives and the ones in the following sea
Bearing on our heading
The wake of our wreck trails behind us
Echoes of our life and the reflection of our soul

What can I say

That might change your mind
Say to change the way we look at this
Tilt your head more to the side
Now squint your eyes and look beyond
And through around and behind us too

Chorus
The walls are up but they can be razed
Your heart my mind his idea and her display
The walls are up but we won’t be fazed
Your love my thoughts his muse her mainstay

What was it you sayd that shook me to the core
I was so set and sure in my ways
The chips and the chisel and the wheel and the water
The shape thereof and the form therein

Chorus

Where we were there
Here we are now
so much pain in the change
It’s the difficultest thing to do
Where we are now
There we were then
If we hadn’t closed our eyes
If we hadn’t touched the handle on the plow

For GrahamN
Inspired by your presence at the Berlin Wall