She's a woman

She’s a woman with no restraint

who claims to be a saint,

except when she flips cops off

Hip-hops

She was born in the ghetto,

raised on chicken feed

She’ll love you once then take what she needs

She’s wicked

She’ll stick it to you when you least expect it,

and come out clean

She’ll blame you,

shame you,

but you’ll never leave,

cause she's got what you need ~
a woman with no restraint

who claims to be a saint.

ldn

Slow aching

I’d much prefer to die a martyr’s death,

than to live on earth slow aching for my Lover’s breath,

or be taken by the mobs at night,

than to sit here praying for my flight

to realms on High where He doth wait

for me in restless sleep to wake

I’d go to Him if I could leave

this earthly life,

‘tis what I need,

to stop

slow aching.

ldn

Interest

 

 

It didn’t interest me why you cried,

but that in the sob I heard the helplessness inside

I could not stop the pain if I had tried,

Oh broken one,

My son.

It didn't interest me why you laughed from the bottom of your soul,

but that in the laughter was a place that we both know

It didn’t interest me that you let your frustrations out,

but that from in the depths of your despair I heard you shout,

out loud,

or why you lost your way back when,

but that you found your way back in,

Oh faithful one,

My friend,

and it’s okay,

because it ain’t easy, Babe.

ldn

The corner bookshelf

It wasn’t on the corner bookshelf where I lay my hand,

that I felt my self,

but on the spine all broken down

It wasn’t the way you left

but the silence of your steps,

that made me weep

I can not sleep,

I can not breathe,

I can not leave the corner bookshelf where you read.

ldn

The Game

Take a little slice
but not too much in one sitting
for one never knows when they will be called
back,
for seconds
God only knows
Oh, mirror of mine ~
He who traces life lines down my brow,
follows hollow centers around the perimeters
of my cheeks bones
sucked in between broken molars,
counts the vertebrates down my spine,
in a row
Leave, don't go
Say yes, say no
Who knows what is better?
Who is the decider,
at this point in the game?
Take a little slice,
but not too much in one sitting,
for God only knows how,
when we will be called back,
for the second time,
around
Oh, mirror of mine.

ldn

 

The Joshua Tree

For Joshua

The Joshua Tree 

He’s a Joshua Tree.

He’s green,

a man with fire in his hands,

a man with a plan,

who can

be who he wants to be.

He’s a Joshua Tree,

green,

sees more than you or me.

He’s a blade of grass,
a hollow reed,
Kick ass.
Bad ass when he wants to be,

but to me he is simply ~
a Joshua tree.

He’s lean.

Only mean when he needs to be.

Other than that,

he is simply ~
a Joshua Tree.
With sheets to the wind,
sailing in,

I lean on him,

he leans on me

and whenever we’re tired

and need to just be

we stand,
feet firm,

in the fire,
burn 
with our hands
where they always will  be,
resting a while,

on the Joshua Tree.

ldn

Giving it all away

 

 

Where will I go?

How will I know?

*It's a long and winding road, and I've run the course before

back and forth, and through,

from the beginning to the end.

It's all over now, but it's okay,

because I feel better now ~ giving it all away.**

My twin is living somewhere on the second floor of me,

where she will always be.

She tumbled down the stairs a long long time ago.

I miss her,

but I'm not sad anymore,

because I feel better now ~ giving it all away.

I've seen that road before,*

and it's not worth the pain and the heartache,

again,

but I feel better now ~ giving it all away.

 

ldn

 * The Beatles

**Leo Sayer (Just a boy)