Sometimes Love Feels Like a Lie

THE TRUTH OF US

What story will we tell when we are old?
What choices will we blame for who we are?
The truth of us is all the lies we’ve told.

A twisted river carried us this far.
We thought we knew each other at the start.
What choices will we blame for who we are?

How foolish to believe two wounded hearts
Could heal as one. Too many scars remain.
We thought we knew each other at the start,

But only saw reflections of our pain.
A fragment of a self made whole. No lie
Could heal, as one too many scars remain.

We call this love and watch the years pass by,
Not knowing who we are or what we mean.
A fragment of a self made whole. A lie.

We stare, then look away, caught in between
Not knowing who we are or what we mean.
What story will we tell when we are old?
The truth of us is all the lies we’ve told.

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Another Stab at Writing With a Migraine

A DANCE THROUGH TIME

I thought my life would be a dance through time.
Wrapped in song, I’d give this life a twirl,
Celebrating rhythm, loving rhyme.

Like magic, love’s adventures would unfurl,
And I would dance, the star of my own show.
Wrapped in song, I’d give this life a twirl.

Applause would follow everywhere I’d go,
While fans adoring shower me with love;
And I would dance, the star of my own show.

My life a gift, a blessing from above,
To brighten lonely lives so unlike mine,
While fans adoring shower me with love.

But I don’t dance, and my light doesn’t shine.
The show goes on without me. I don’t try
To brighten lonely lives not unlike mine.

My music slowly fades from song to sigh.
The show goes on without me. I don’t try.
I thought my life would be a dance through time,
Celebrating rhythm, loving rhyme.

As Many Times As It Takes

BEGIN ONCE MORE

begin again, again, begin once more
until the words flow freely never stop
begin until an ending’s finally sure

until no words are left you can explore
you must continue on and never stop
begin again, again, begin once more

begin again what you’ve begun before
rearrange your verses, never stop
begin until an ending’s finally sure

until each whimper bursts into a roar
fight back against the silence, never stop
begin again, again, begin once more

begin with what you love, what you adore
or even what you hate, just never stop
begin until an ending’s finally sure

until you find the words you can’t ignore
you owe it to yourself to never stop
begin again, again, begin once more
begin until and ending’s finally sure

I Need Cheering Up

COME SIT WITH ME

Come sit with me awhile, spin your tales.
I long to hear of lives and loves not mine.
Remind me once again that good prevails.

Though darkness reads my story line by line,
The final chapters still are left to write.
I long to hear of lives and loves not mine,

Courageous tales of holding back the night.
Inspire me to open wide my heart.
The final chapters still are left to write.

Bring hope, bring life. Encourage me to start
A new adventure, passionate and bold.
Inspire me to open wide my heart,

Breathe youth into this tale grown stale and old.
Dare me to believe what grief denies:
A new adventure, passionate and bold.

I listen to night’s whispers, sorrow’s lies.
Dare me to believe what grief denies.
Come sit with me awhile, spin your tales.
Remind me once again that good prevails.

A Bit Late Today

LOVE LEAVES US BEHIND

Love—impatient, cruel, and so unkind—
Throws a kiss then vanishes from sight,
Laughing, leaves the wreck of us behind.

No hope can heal what’s left, a shattered mind
Once full of dreams, the promises of night.
Love—impatient, cruel, and so unkind—

Teases with a glance while unconfined,
Then throws off all who dare to cling too tight.
Laughing, leaves the wreck of us behind.

Dare we search for love? What will we find?
Perhaps we’re better off without her light.
Love-impatient, cruel, and so unkind—

Cannot save the lost, the undefined
Who wait for her. She mocks the seekers’ plight,
Laughing, leaves the wreck of us behind.

Yet still we worship, holding her enshrined,
A goddess, who we pray will make things right.
Love-impatient, cruel, and so unkind—
Laughing, leaves the wreck of us behind.

Back to Work

ONE ACTOR, MANY PLAYS

I am hollow, just another empty shell.
No heart beats quick the rhythm of my days.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell

With happy endings, pretending all is well
When well has waned, and all that’s left says
I am hollow. Just another empty shell

Once filled with love, but slowly forced to sell
The good and light. Love goes, but sorrow stays.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell

With different endings. Cast another spell—
Reveal the truth, the hundred different ways
I am hollow, just another empty shell.

Tell those stories loud, and tell them well.
No one hears the hollow soul that prays.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell

Without an end. The curtain never fell;
I never bowed: one actor, many plays.
I am hollow, just another empty shell.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell.

Happy Easter

I’M FOOLISH TO BELIEVE

I tell myself I’m foolish to believe
That life exists beyond the here and now.
Each breath’s a thread spun for the shroud I weave.

My life, a funeral rite. I don’t know how
To live this life not knowing if it’s true
That life exists beyond the here and now.

And yet if God appeared, what would I do?
Believe or doubt? It’s easier to choose
To live this life not knowing. If it’s true

That we are bits of godstuff, can we lose
Our souls for challenging the light?
Believe or doubt. It’s easier to choose

When left alone again to face the night.
In silent agony we crucify
Our souls for challenging the light.

Eternal God who lives in us to die
In silent agony we crucify.
I tell myself I’m foolish to believe.
Each breath’s a thread spun for the shroud I weave.