in the dead of winter and the sky is flat
all arches and columns lay on their backs
i talk to myself i want to be right
and music cuts through says look at your life
and juke box jimmy has a quarter in his fist
but he can't let go on a night like this
his palm is aflame knuckles white
his heart the same as the stoolers hunch and sigh
at the door stomping off snow
is white russian ruby getting feeling in her toes
and on the ceiling above i beams
are quiet mice and quiet things
in a few weeks time this will all be gone
the dirty old piano with the keys tuned wrong
you've got to see this place my friend
sit back in the shadows to the storied end
near the stage lindsay's keeping time
clapping so loud dave is out of his mind
his old gibson is hollow he bears his teeth
inaudible words as the stage heaves
bathe yourself in the muted tones
knocked out bulbs and blown out cones
here comes that voice again wanting to be right
i let it go let it fade from sight
cassie's all curls her jacket's all blue
i might steal a kiss or wait a few
get your peanuts if you like them stale
the tap flows freely above the foot rail
the landlord would not renew the lease
that's the word from the talking streets
so everyone flocks for one last look
while the regulars brood at the elbows and hooks
i seen alot of empty windows in the square
they booming economy unaware
stories have depth and the truth shall bare
upon us all as the fabric tears
upon us all in the great eclipse
but for now cassie's curls and cassie's lips
her jacket's all blue the leather binds
making strange sounds as she reaches to find
where her hands can do their work
as though she were playing in the surf
as tho she turned a stone found a universe
looking back at her in written verse
cassie's all curls and I'm all heat
swamp grit kick low down deep
low down lick a new way of speak
good god rock n' roll without defeat
without the hair without the name
just a whole lot of soul and a lot less vain
what did he do why can't i speak
it all drops in on the loping leaves
seasons change in seasoned hearts
rooftop chimney leading towards shards
the wind will claim us all one day
just like time we'll be swept away
so say your peace and speak your prose
slip off your skin dip them toes
i say to myself this is the woman i love
standing before me in the buff
and back in the dive the hours count down
smokers kick pavement standing around
shoulders get tight pockets get dug
the cold splitting foreheads in the name of
keruac saints steinbeck truths
neruda's rapture and dylan's dukes
and who am i amongst all this
the teller of the told or the writer of the writ?
or have i tweaked it just enough
to be a unique thread in a worn out rug
cassie's all curls and her quiet way
ain't enough hours in the day
she said that i nearly choked
and wept man i was provoked
emotions get exposed and expressed
why go on talking you know the rest
i am all curls killed under a cap
of love's body laid out flat
they're racing for mars tourists take space
but for that i would not forsake
forest ferns the softest kiss
i hope my children realize this
it's a sacred stone a sacred mess
in which wisdom stuns us best
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
♥ Clichés
♥ Clichés
half the broken hearts aren’t broken at all
caught up in emotion or falling just to fall
some hearts claim to soar with wings
while others will claim you tug at their strings
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
hearts search for love is a common claim
hearts can be touched but hearts can’t be named
they can have surgery they can be healed
kind warm or an icy appeal
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
some are sweet others are strong
some are weak but they can sing songs
I’ve seen them different colors just for kicks
and they can resemble a spade or a fist
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
hearts can have attacks they can be at peace
you can have a good one or it can cry to be released
so it is apparent that the heart and the mind
conspire with the poets and stand the test of time
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
hearts can be spoken for but they can’t really speak
so open up your heart and say all to she
© 8.2006 Elam Blackman
half the broken hearts aren’t broken at all
caught up in emotion or falling just to fall
some hearts claim to soar with wings
while others will claim you tug at their strings
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
hearts search for love is a common claim
hearts can be touched but hearts can’t be named
they can have surgery they can be healed
kind warm or an icy appeal
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
some are sweet others are strong
some are weak but they can sing songs
I’ve seen them different colors just for kicks
and they can resemble a spade or a fist
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
hearts can have attacks they can be at peace
you can have a good one or it can cry to be released
so it is apparent that the heart and the mind
conspire with the poets and stand the test of time
put your hand on your heart. lay it right down
pulsing under palm from the sole to the crown
hearts can be spoken for but they can’t really speak
so open up your heart and say all to she
© 8.2006 Elam Blackman
bt
Bad timing
© Elam Blackman 2003
the words that we speak are vague and rough
I thought if I spoke we'd resolve this stuff
but I'm still confused as what to do
half of me is falling for you
there's a voice saying she'll break your hear
her bags are packed she's ready to depart
and she might not be over the last dude
but I still want her even though I'm confused
Is there really bad timing or is it and excuse
to keep your heart safe and the friendship loose
what a strange truce
the grass is always greener on the other side
I'll chase that plant till the day I die
it makes me feel alive this little taunt
it says something is out there and it's what I want
my heart knows as I wrinkle and age
I want to burn the last chapter and start a fresh page
I'm going for the sake of go
working hard and missing the slow
Is there really bad timing or is it and excuse
to keep your heart safe and the friendship loose
what a strange truce
on Saturday I walked a beach with a friend
at one point I stopped he kept walking
I fell to my knees listened to the ocean thrust
felt the cool on my back as the wind rushed
the ocean is a mighty powerful place
with birds soaring still at the cliff's face
I wrote the word "escape" in the sand
and thought about the word and the blunders of man
Is there really bad timing or is it and excuse
to keep your heart safe and the friendship loose
what a strange truce
initially I thought I had escaped reality
than another thought came wave rushing at me
no it's the other way round we escape everyday
it breaks my heart to be detached this way
I sat there quietly in this contemplative mood
thankful for the moment thankful for the good
even if we talk war we still have peace
come to the shore let your heart release
© Elam Blackman 2003
the words that we speak are vague and rough
I thought if I spoke we'd resolve this stuff
but I'm still confused as what to do
half of me is falling for you
there's a voice saying she'll break your hear
her bags are packed she's ready to depart
and she might not be over the last dude
but I still want her even though I'm confused
Is there really bad timing or is it and excuse
to keep your heart safe and the friendship loose
what a strange truce
the grass is always greener on the other side
I'll chase that plant till the day I die
it makes me feel alive this little taunt
it says something is out there and it's what I want
my heart knows as I wrinkle and age
I want to burn the last chapter and start a fresh page
I'm going for the sake of go
working hard and missing the slow
Is there really bad timing or is it and excuse
to keep your heart safe and the friendship loose
what a strange truce
on Saturday I walked a beach with a friend
at one point I stopped he kept walking
I fell to my knees listened to the ocean thrust
felt the cool on my back as the wind rushed
the ocean is a mighty powerful place
with birds soaring still at the cliff's face
I wrote the word "escape" in the sand
and thought about the word and the blunders of man
Is there really bad timing or is it and excuse
to keep your heart safe and the friendship loose
what a strange truce
initially I thought I had escaped reality
than another thought came wave rushing at me
no it's the other way round we escape everyday
it breaks my heart to be detached this way
I sat there quietly in this contemplative mood
thankful for the moment thankful for the good
even if we talk war we still have peace
come to the shore let your heart release
af
Alissa play your fiddle play it soft and low
Each not a memory a river carving stone
The way you carved into me when we were alone
Our spinal chords vibrating an Appalachian moan
A needle and a threat creating poetry
Sewn into skin a flower and a bee
Sustained for a time tasting harmony
Is that the sky again slipping under me?
Alissa your dark curling hair always up in buns
Escaping me like a butterfly so after you I run
I love those perfect moments lit up in the sun
Upon a bobbing leaf when I reach for you you’ve gone
A needle and a threat creating poetry
Sewn into skin a flower and a bee
Sustained for a time tasting harmony
Is that the sky again slipping under me?
Alissa you know my name to you call it from a dream
Once you hold someone does your body replay the scene?
Out in frisco as you amble up a hill
Do you hear a song inside and reach for your fiddle?
A needle and a threat creating poetry
Sewn into skin a flower and a bee
Sustained for a time tasting harmony
Is that the sky again slipping under me?
Each not a memory a river carving stone
The way you carved into me when we were alone
Our spinal chords vibrating an Appalachian moan
A needle and a threat creating poetry
Sewn into skin a flower and a bee
Sustained for a time tasting harmony
Is that the sky again slipping under me?
Alissa your dark curling hair always up in buns
Escaping me like a butterfly so after you I run
I love those perfect moments lit up in the sun
Upon a bobbing leaf when I reach for you you’ve gone
A needle and a threat creating poetry
Sewn into skin a flower and a bee
Sustained for a time tasting harmony
Is that the sky again slipping under me?
Alissa you know my name to you call it from a dream
Once you hold someone does your body replay the scene?
Out in frisco as you amble up a hill
Do you hear a song inside and reach for your fiddle?
A needle and a threat creating poetry
Sewn into skin a flower and a bee
Sustained for a time tasting harmony
Is that the sky again slipping under me?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
archeology
love lies upon lines
memories carry me
waxing sentimental
archeology
I loved you and we laid in bed
the window above us
a sky scented wet
the walls talked
in muffled tone
my room a drum
oh the way we shone
a year has passed
the moment still
it warms me
I guess love will
©2003 Elam Blackman
memories carry me
waxing sentimental
archeology
I loved you and we laid in bed
the window above us
a sky scented wet
the walls talked
in muffled tone
my room a drum
oh the way we shone
a year has passed
the moment still
it warms me
I guess love will
©2003 Elam Blackman
Thursday, August 18, 2005
this guy i hardly know
The streets are slacked in the permanent shadow of dusk
Those who fear death clutch their pockets in a homeward rush
While birds split like spears diving rising so full of thrust
Men nailed to walls sickened and stuck in their lust
Lightning rumbles like a bus with blown out shocks
Rolling quickly past rows of boarded up shops
A man talks to himself he thinks that he’s been had
Wants to stab more holes in the sky leave it looking sad
And I am walking home was it sex or was it love
The mind so deceptive the skin so tough
I can barley make out your face or place it in this crowd
I want to do right by you but the future is something I don’t know about
Oh in the present how can you exist
Off in the mountains when I am longing to be kissed
All these women how can they compare
You’re so full of passion alive and stripped bare
Lord send me certainty not another woman with a name
I can’t make a friend of her I can’t make it through this shame
I’ve seen lies work magic and the truth naked and slain
I am tempted that’s why I am walking in the rain
Listen to the footsteps and all that descends
In this new world with distant life long friends
Far away from the california coast
All this time with myself this guy I hardly know
copyright elam blackman
2004
Those who fear death clutch their pockets in a homeward rush
While birds split like spears diving rising so full of thrust
Men nailed to walls sickened and stuck in their lust
Lightning rumbles like a bus with blown out shocks
Rolling quickly past rows of boarded up shops
A man talks to himself he thinks that he’s been had
Wants to stab more holes in the sky leave it looking sad
And I am walking home was it sex or was it love
The mind so deceptive the skin so tough
I can barley make out your face or place it in this crowd
I want to do right by you but the future is something I don’t know about
Oh in the present how can you exist
Off in the mountains when I am longing to be kissed
All these women how can they compare
You’re so full of passion alive and stripped bare
Lord send me certainty not another woman with a name
I can’t make a friend of her I can’t make it through this shame
I’ve seen lies work magic and the truth naked and slain
I am tempted that’s why I am walking in the rain
Listen to the footsteps and all that descends
In this new world with distant life long friends
Far away from the california coast
All this time with myself this guy I hardly know
copyright elam blackman
2004
Old Penny
Capo 3
Em B7 Em/ Em G D7/ G Em/ G Am Em
Chorus: DG/ Em G D/ G D Am/ C D Em
Today I pride myself on nothing
short comings are hitching a ride
I don't want to be seen or asked anything I just want to hide
but here I am like I said I'd be
a castaway reflecting and shimmering
alone, but my own. a treasure
an old penny among golden things
I don't care to return to mistakes
or ask for pity or your concern
every experience has its place
but not every lesson can be learned
here I am like I said I'd be. a castaway reflecting and shimmering
alone, but my own. a treasure an old penny among golden things
I see each face as stranger
familiar as they may be
and at times I have loved them
and at times they have loved me
here I am like I said I'd be. a castaway reflecting and shimmering
alone, but my own. a treasure an old penny among golden things
©® Elam Blackman, 2003
Em B7 Em/ Em G D7/ G Em/ G Am Em
Chorus: DG/ Em G D/ G D Am/ C D Em
Today I pride myself on nothing
short comings are hitching a ride
I don't want to be seen or asked anything I just want to hide
but here I am like I said I'd be
a castaway reflecting and shimmering
alone, but my own. a treasure
an old penny among golden things
I don't care to return to mistakes
or ask for pity or your concern
every experience has its place
but not every lesson can be learned
here I am like I said I'd be. a castaway reflecting and shimmering
alone, but my own. a treasure an old penny among golden things
I see each face as stranger
familiar as they may be
and at times I have loved them
and at times they have loved me
here I am like I said I'd be. a castaway reflecting and shimmering
alone, but my own. a treasure an old penny among golden things
©® Elam Blackman, 2003
the storyteller
the story's been told a million times but who's counting?
the storyteller has no audience he is a final ending
a flock of black birds at the mass grave of the word
and traditions passed down sing with hearts a broken
the storyteller falls to his knees clutching his plastic roses
that will never know bleeding
there in the dust and the blistering sun he takes to weeping
for he knows in nature there is no mercy
but god tugs at his ear and says speak old man for I am listening
the story teller tries to recall he knows his memory is fading
first there was the word and one was building up inside him...
what came to him in his hour of need was a story he was always knowing
for it was his own now this old man had an epic for his final showing
he said "lord I am weary but for you I have an offering
if you'll cast me some shade and bring me some bread" but God was not softening
he said "you ship wrecked fool you ask too much I am no miracle or savior"
and God left him there at the grave of the word where the vultures take to
circling
a body collapsed in the desert of dust has no beginning and no ending.
that's what I am you powdery skies
you with your thick hair and heart aching
you quivering lip and eyes drowned in tears
quiet sorrow is yours for the taking
© Elam Blackman 2003
the storyteller has no audience he is a final ending
a flock of black birds at the mass grave of the word
and traditions passed down sing with hearts a broken
the storyteller falls to his knees clutching his plastic roses
that will never know bleeding
there in the dust and the blistering sun he takes to weeping
for he knows in nature there is no mercy
but god tugs at his ear and says speak old man for I am listening
the story teller tries to recall he knows his memory is fading
first there was the word and one was building up inside him...
what came to him in his hour of need was a story he was always knowing
for it was his own now this old man had an epic for his final showing
he said "lord I am weary but for you I have an offering
if you'll cast me some shade and bring me some bread" but God was not softening
he said "you ship wrecked fool you ask too much I am no miracle or savior"
and God left him there at the grave of the word where the vultures take to
circling
a body collapsed in the desert of dust has no beginning and no ending.
that's what I am you powdery skies
you with your thick hair and heart aching
you quivering lip and eyes drowned in tears
quiet sorrow is yours for the taking
© Elam Blackman 2003
rookie thing
so how you been? lets catch up and say those things that don’t add up to much
but they tide us over and fill in spaces between hands about to touch
my bathroom is cold I store my dusty work clothes on a rack I built
clippings in mugs and jars is all we are, drawn to the window, to the sun, drawn to the sill
I got whipped today I got caught by surprise it’s a rookie thing
went outside minus a scarf, minus a jacket so what did I bring?
I got sense to look in 20 gallon drums on the corner ready for a freeze
I have time to appreciate when strangers lift their head and laugh with me
sure it’s a hard life, but how hard can it be my friend?
on the darkest day I know sun rays will render this world like Neruda with a pen
just when ya think everybody knows who you are, and there’s no need to explain
someone will conjure a thought and bring you to them to their heart again
what’s breaking me down is building me up. I’m smothered in sound but silence is enough
I’m not afraid to skip spontaneously. no more barriers or doors to shut
so I’m whistling again I was scared now I am laughing
the scoundrels and thieves are all satisfied and pleased. I can’t help that I’m hopelessly grinning it just happens
copyright 2005 elam blackman
but they tide us over and fill in spaces between hands about to touch
my bathroom is cold I store my dusty work clothes on a rack I built
clippings in mugs and jars is all we are, drawn to the window, to the sun, drawn to the sill
I got whipped today I got caught by surprise it’s a rookie thing
went outside minus a scarf, minus a jacket so what did I bring?
I got sense to look in 20 gallon drums on the corner ready for a freeze
I have time to appreciate when strangers lift their head and laugh with me
sure it’s a hard life, but how hard can it be my friend?
on the darkest day I know sun rays will render this world like Neruda with a pen
just when ya think everybody knows who you are, and there’s no need to explain
someone will conjure a thought and bring you to them to their heart again
what’s breaking me down is building me up. I’m smothered in sound but silence is enough
I’m not afraid to skip spontaneously. no more barriers or doors to shut
so I’m whistling again I was scared now I am laughing
the scoundrels and thieves are all satisfied and pleased. I can’t help that I’m hopelessly grinning it just happens
copyright 2005 elam blackman
Naomi
I’m spiral bound. I’m ruled and lined
as predictable as footsteps to go looking for a sign
Naomi you sang and played your oversized guitar
I couldn’t help but thinking how did we get so far
from lazy days from pulling weeds
from longing nights to lost at sea
we’ve since moved on. we got love to claim
we’re both happy we left in the fall now we’re right as rain
my friend asked me: did she write a song about you
no I shrugged and dug deep to think if that was true
does it count if it’s incomplete?
we start tasks. we forget them and in a way that’s me
from lazy days from pulling weeds
from longing nights to lost at sea
we’ve since moved on. we got love to claim
we’re both happy we left in the fall now we’re right as rain
copyright 2005 elam blackman
as predictable as footsteps to go looking for a sign
Naomi you sang and played your oversized guitar
I couldn’t help but thinking how did we get so far
from lazy days from pulling weeds
from longing nights to lost at sea
we’ve since moved on. we got love to claim
we’re both happy we left in the fall now we’re right as rain
my friend asked me: did she write a song about you
no I shrugged and dug deep to think if that was true
does it count if it’s incomplete?
we start tasks. we forget them and in a way that’s me
from lazy days from pulling weeds
from longing nights to lost at sea
we’ve since moved on. we got love to claim
we’re both happy we left in the fall now we’re right as rain
copyright 2005 elam blackman
Just a coincidence
Take a good look at that run down house
for the architecture is fine
the paint is weathered. oh but I love a
ragged line
If I only had one song to sing
I would sing below the moon
and out of tune
because perfection is just a coincidence
a hillside and a busted old fence
it's not just a forest but the spaces in between
the cobwebs that careen it's beautifully obscene
not the absence or abundance
while lives turn redundant and we are sold
to the care away cold
oh c'mon people
beauty needs time to coax her to unfold
I count my blessings get to know each one
I've been collecting them without thanking the origin
now I got a house full of dreams
lost and knocking into things
cracked little flower thicket of love
cast me a color from everything above
yes it is you and I laughing and strange
a shift or a change to explore and be named
©® Elam Blackman, 2003
for the architecture is fine
the paint is weathered. oh but I love a
ragged line
If I only had one song to sing
I would sing below the moon
and out of tune
because perfection is just a coincidence
a hillside and a busted old fence
it's not just a forest but the spaces in between
the cobwebs that careen it's beautifully obscene
not the absence or abundance
while lives turn redundant and we are sold
to the care away cold
oh c'mon people
beauty needs time to coax her to unfold
I count my blessings get to know each one
I've been collecting them without thanking the origin
now I got a house full of dreams
lost and knocking into things
cracked little flower thicket of love
cast me a color from everything above
yes it is you and I laughing and strange
a shift or a change to explore and be named
©® Elam Blackman, 2003
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Dignity
you say you're confused i say i know what i want
i don't but i had my feathers ruffled ready to flaunt
dignity. disappointment written all over me
out of this i can learn but it hurts all the same you see
what can i create today how can i be powerful and free
my mind is gripping i'm not letting the past rule over me
the ego is such a funny thing i'm tripping all over mine
tuck in your shirt tails bub we'll be just fine
you're so beautiful regardless of what we choose to be
i can't change that you're amazing and effecting me
© elam blackman
i don't but i had my feathers ruffled ready to flaunt
dignity. disappointment written all over me
out of this i can learn but it hurts all the same you see
what can i create today how can i be powerful and free
my mind is gripping i'm not letting the past rule over me
the ego is such a funny thing i'm tripping all over mine
tuck in your shirt tails bub we'll be just fine
you're so beautiful regardless of what we choose to be
i can't change that you're amazing and effecting me
© elam blackman
color fades
speeding down another stretch of interstate
surgically removed from eden and it’s rolling gates
last night didn’t pay so well. how to make it work?
survival for survival a procession and a hearse
tension builds surges then flakes away
to reveal the edge of a pasture on a sunny day
you the lone observer to the cool grit of stone
sweeping over ledges that’s how she shone
a man can go a lifetime without casting a gaze
living in a slow decline like a color that fades and fades
if you see what gives and receive the natural world as it bows and sways
then my friend in this life you getting paid
you can hear the wet wood whistling you can see the smoky haze
you can taste fire and storm clouds hold the ace of spades
is it raining or is the sea spitting foam above the wall?
white caps, tossed boats, we’re getting marooned in the refrain of the fall
lobster shacks, stacks of galleries nestled in these stick stack trees
we planned this escape then made a getaway down yonder to the cape
soul singers crying out over the wind ripping up the road
then getting soothed as paul simon says it’s ‘bout hearts and bones
a man can go a lifetime without casting a gaze
living in a slow decline like a color that fades and fades
if you see what gives and receive the natural world as it bows and sways
then my friend in this life you getting paid
© elam blackman
surgically removed from eden and it’s rolling gates
last night didn’t pay so well. how to make it work?
survival for survival a procession and a hearse
tension builds surges then flakes away
to reveal the edge of a pasture on a sunny day
you the lone observer to the cool grit of stone
sweeping over ledges that’s how she shone
a man can go a lifetime without casting a gaze
living in a slow decline like a color that fades and fades
if you see what gives and receive the natural world as it bows and sways
then my friend in this life you getting paid
you can hear the wet wood whistling you can see the smoky haze
you can taste fire and storm clouds hold the ace of spades
is it raining or is the sea spitting foam above the wall?
white caps, tossed boats, we’re getting marooned in the refrain of the fall
lobster shacks, stacks of galleries nestled in these stick stack trees
we planned this escape then made a getaway down yonder to the cape
soul singers crying out over the wind ripping up the road
then getting soothed as paul simon says it’s ‘bout hearts and bones
a man can go a lifetime without casting a gaze
living in a slow decline like a color that fades and fades
if you see what gives and receive the natural world as it bows and sways
then my friend in this life you getting paid
© elam blackman
archeology
love lies upon lines
memories carry me
waxing sentimental
archeology
our love just the istance
and we laid in bed
the window above us
a sky scented wet
the walls talked
in muffled tone
my room a drum
oh the way we shone
a year has passed
the moment still
it warms me
I guess love will
©2003 Elam Blackman
memories carry me
waxing sentimental
archeology
our love just the istance
and we laid in bed
the window above us
a sky scented wet
the walls talked
in muffled tone
my room a drum
oh the way we shone
a year has passed
the moment still
it warms me
I guess love will
©2003 Elam Blackman
moonlight speed
She's got the window wide open
moonlight speeding in
she's been trying to sleep
but basking in the glow makes her spin
crumpled in the corner under
an ocean of covers
waving blankets wavy hair
wavering moon made for lovers
we missed the eclipse
I'm ragged but I ain't missing this
so I plump myself down
right there on her ground and peer up into the eternal abyss (Bliss!)
hello moon hello sky
peter pan is in the night
if I lost my shadow no sewing for me
I would let it be
as we talk I know changing
slowly ambling steady aiming
this settling or sifting
no more drowning or flailing just drifting off to sleep
I'm a weary wonder
for the night's ready slumber
make grunts as I shakily stand
bid adieu and curl up in the dreamer's hand
good night moon good night sky
© Elam Blackman, 2003
moonlight speeding in
she's been trying to sleep
but basking in the glow makes her spin
crumpled in the corner under
an ocean of covers
waving blankets wavy hair
wavering moon made for lovers
we missed the eclipse
I'm ragged but I ain't missing this
so I plump myself down
right there on her ground and peer up into the eternal abyss (Bliss!)
hello moon hello sky
peter pan is in the night
if I lost my shadow no sewing for me
I would let it be
as we talk I know changing
slowly ambling steady aiming
this settling or sifting
no more drowning or flailing just drifting off to sleep
I'm a weary wonder
for the night's ready slumber
make grunts as I shakily stand
bid adieu and curl up in the dreamer's hand
good night moon good night sky
© Elam Blackman, 2003
trickster stars
you trickster stars shooting through the sky
laughing as I took you as omens on high
sister moon was in on it too
and my poor heart had not a clue
I had an inkling in the back of my brain
I wanted her so bad I must have gone insane
I said "hold on man, something is calibrated wrong"
my friends said she aint sticking round get a move on
so we finally kissed in an un climactic way
I tossed and turned that night and the whole next day
and they day after that and another day more
I was waiting for a call got one on day four
she was speaking without words and lying without lies
it made no sense till I saw her with that guy
having a candle light dinner right next to the fire
he was sitting there lordly as a squire
so I took my leave to let my head spin
and then I looked upwards with a shit eating grin
I said "you trickster stars" while pointing at the sky
I'm not gonna get down on myself not this time sly
you knew how sentimental and romantic I can be
you got her to conspire in a joke on me
you got me good I mean it really was a shame
I had no idea until the punch line came
they started slapping their knees rolling about
laughing so hard their breath done went out
and as I walked away from this final scene
I had to chuckle at how awkward it had been
© Elam Blackman 2002
laughing as I took you as omens on high
sister moon was in on it too
and my poor heart had not a clue
I had an inkling in the back of my brain
I wanted her so bad I must have gone insane
I said "hold on man, something is calibrated wrong"
my friends said she aint sticking round get a move on
so we finally kissed in an un climactic way
I tossed and turned that night and the whole next day
and they day after that and another day more
I was waiting for a call got one on day four
she was speaking without words and lying without lies
it made no sense till I saw her with that guy
having a candle light dinner right next to the fire
he was sitting there lordly as a squire
so I took my leave to let my head spin
and then I looked upwards with a shit eating grin
I said "you trickster stars" while pointing at the sky
I'm not gonna get down on myself not this time sly
you knew how sentimental and romantic I can be
you got her to conspire in a joke on me
you got me good I mean it really was a shame
I had no idea until the punch line came
they started slapping their knees rolling about
laughing so hard their breath done went out
and as I walked away from this final scene
I had to chuckle at how awkward it had been
© Elam Blackman 2002
Friday, August 12, 2005
beyond the on
So let yourself loose beyond the on and on
Get taken in. begin to be written to the calm
Here comes the rain and no body is going home
They stand and strain to see the source of all that rounds the stone
Get taken in. begin to be written to the calm
Here comes the rain and no body is going home
They stand and strain to see the source of all that rounds the stone
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