Posts Tagged ‘lies’
week 644 ~ bright lights close her eyes
bright lights close her eyes
squint out at the world
I’m ok she lies
spring from winter flies
windy night unfurled
bright lights close her eyes
head down she still tries
dodging troubles hurled
I’m ok she lies
still her answer buys
time through dangers swirled
bright lights close her eyes
though she sometimes cries
in dread’s cocoon curled
I’m ok she lies
snow melts pavement dries
questions answers twirled
bright lights close her eyes
I’m ok she lies
week 639 ~ anesthetized we carried on
anesthetized we carried on
sleep walking through grave disaster
awakened now can we master
the wreckage left behind he’s gone
but can violent words be withdrawn
can peace and hope return at last
and lies that left us once aghast
be rendered mute become harmless
inoculated can we bless
this day of change and heal the past
week 582 ~ once upon a time imagination
once upon a time imagination
was enough to right the world but not now
and I ask but no one can tell me how
to back away from this situation
where lies topple logic truth’s vacation
should be done but politicians allow
it to call in sick while they disavow
anything that sounds smart with elation
jeer or yell a falsehood loud enough then
maybe someone will believe it until
they get their way or flee the room those men
hold it to be self-evident we will
be fooled or look the other direction
while they sneak up and bury us in swill
week 461 ~ there is no clear path ahead
there is no clear path ahead
just closed doors open windows
could we but see where truth led
nothing carved in stone instead
hasty cyphers scrawled it shows
there is no clear path ahead
and where could reason have fled
critics strike a somber pose
could we but see where truth led
the future arrives with dread
hanging on lost in the throes
there is no clear path ahead
I trip lose hold of the thread
facts shift dreams superimpose
could we but see where truth led
now lies so easily spread
make order hard to impose
there is no clear path ahead
could we but see where truth led
week 437~ a refugee from nevermore
a refugee from nevermore
I need a place to hide away
when there is nothing left to say
when no one’s asking what it’s for
truth hid and someone locked the door
there where we once had hope could trust
before disaster now the dust
settles we hardly look up from
our trouble so much still could come
we move ahead because we must
week 402 ~ the world that exists
the world that exists
in dark rooms behind
closed doors light persists
obscuring time mists
mask a troubled mind
the world that exists
covered in lies twists
assumptions hopes find
closed doors light persists
a voice still insists
the future’s not blind
the world that exists
is strong it resists
impatience maligned
closed doors light persists
bang on them with fists
balled your warrant signed
the world that exists
closed doors light persists
week 362 ~ down the rabbit hole
down the rabbit hole
hints of what could be
overshoot their goal
once the future stole
my dreams shamelessly
down the rabbit hole
as sirens cajole
ships crossing the sea
overshoot their goal
disappointment’s toll
sets nobody free
down the rabbit hole
hopeless to console
thoughts spin dizzily
overshoot their goal
erasing the whole
lies crash right past me
overshoot their goal
down the rabbit hole
week 232 ~ we’re never going to know the ending
we’re never going to know the ending
of this dream not a play or a mistake
it’s a mystery of our own making
when the true prize somehow avoids taking
we try to learn from process though hearts break
we’re never going to know the ending
but we are curious as cats nothing
stops us we jump off the roof wide awake
it’s a mystery of our own making
for there must be someone getting this thing
right and hiding won’t exorcise the ache
we’re never going to know the ending
or where the truth is where the lies a thing
to tell us how long redemption will take
it’s a mystery of our own making
just to get through this life intact singing
the song we were born to and can’t forsake
we’re never going to know the ending
it’s a mystery of our own making