Writings

some writings…

 

blood oranges

 

(says you can’t be a horn or a wood sound –

all day and into the star like, well, it being that

I could crawl up under rainstorm slightly

new – and bow down, be buried in wind under)

 

you gave us blood oranges –

and didn’t even know if we wanted you to

stay – and listen to our playing –

you couldn’t offer words – not letting –

in that we were heard – but not in

hearing – you give us red fruit to peel –

cooling our throats – blood oranges for

little players, we sound tried maybe – we

played into maybe – better than money

you bring oranges  – hold out a silent hand –

I think it better to not have been

heard by a crowd –

 

 

 

origins

 

he wanted to tear her into pieces –

he said it twice for truth –

exact words – that hit the nail –

‘tear us – rip us into pieces’

crossing of the threshold –

things must come apart –

 

 

 

fighter (song)

 

people, get ready to run, now the walls are turning over-

you thought maybe it would not come undone, but the heat is getting closer

tell your mother to wait up-

till the morning has come

you found a new set of rules

and it’s only just now begun

you’ll be a fighter where ever the story leads up to a broken line-

you’ll be a fighter where ever the people wake up to a new set of lies…

people, get ready to run, now the light’s breaking onto the door-

you thought maybe you could live under the gun, but you just can’t sit by no more

tell your sister to wake up

oh, the light’s breaking onto the door

you’ve got a new line of work

and you can’t stay here no more

you’ll be a fighter where ever the story leads up to a broken line-

you’ll be a fighter where ever the people wake up to a new set of lies…

tell your brother to wake up

oh, the light’s breaking onto the door

all the stars hang by a thread

and you can’t sit by no more

you’ll be a fighter

you’ll be a fighter

you’ll be a fighter

 

 

 

Guest

light in the prism

refracting –

white light faces color, breaking

spectrum

 

it was a nice shield

a good attempt

but this time there will be no choice –

 

it was the right sound

a good voice

but you are an angel at the door