Under a moonless sky
I delve into thoughts long repressed
picking them out like tissue paper from a gift
falling around me I glance at them
their tattered existence taunting me
painfully I connect the blots
and entertain the idea of expression
without restraint
the idea itself paralyzes me
everything fades to a dull gray
yet through the clouds
a single shooting star reveals itself
ignites my tissue paper thoughts
and pulls me from the cement-like stupor...
I remember now.
[the inspiration for this was my heart]
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Inner Child
complacent
under the echoes of tears
behind the screams of fears
hides a patient little boy
unaware of the menagerie of duplicities
stalking his very existence
outside the realm of reality
beyond the grasp of mentality
above the pull of normality
he waits
[the inspiration for this should be self-explanitory]
under the echoes of tears
behind the screams of fears
hides a patient little boy
unaware of the menagerie of duplicities
stalking his very existence
outside the realm of reality
beyond the grasp of mentality
above the pull of normality
he waits
[the inspiration for this should be self-explanitory]
Scattered
Pieces of her heart
scattered like old bread outside the door
waiting to see who gets to it first
will it be the morning deer
eager to lick her hand
will it be the night predators
waiting in the darkness to attack
or will it be the birds
soaring from heights unknown
zeroing in on their target
silently the pieces lay
each it's own masterpiece
pure in it's design
hardened by time
daylight peers over the horizon
the pieces are gone
and the victor knows not
of the tormented fragments
or their chiseled shape
only the sated disappearance of an ancient hunger
consummated
complacent
complete
her pieces scatter no more
[the inspiration for this was bread, scattered outside my door, and a little bit of something else]
scattered like old bread outside the door
waiting to see who gets to it first
will it be the morning deer
eager to lick her hand
will it be the night predators
waiting in the darkness to attack
or will it be the birds
soaring from heights unknown
zeroing in on their target
silently the pieces lay
each it's own masterpiece
pure in it's design
hardened by time
daylight peers over the horizon
the pieces are gone
and the victor knows not
of the tormented fragments
or their chiseled shape
only the sated disappearance of an ancient hunger
consummated
complacent
complete
her pieces scatter no more
[the inspiration for this was bread, scattered outside my door, and a little bit of something else]
Diagnosis
tell me who I am
tell me why I cry
tell me who to love
tell me how to die
tell me what it means
tell me what you can
tell me how I feel
tell me I'm a man
tell me what to know
tell me what she said
tell me how to grow
tell me 'bout my head
tell me it's alright
tell me how to fly
tell me not to fight
tell me just to lie
tell me she won't leave
tell me not to run
tell me when to grieve
tell me when I'm done
tell me if it's real
tell me time to go
tell me how you steal
tell me I don't know
tell me if it hurts
tell me that you care
tell me you're complete
tell me it's not fair
tell me why I hurt
tell me you will try
tell me I'm insane
tell me goodbye
[the inspiration for this was my roommate walking by saying the word diagnosis]
tell me why I cry
tell me who to love
tell me how to die
tell me what it means
tell me what you can
tell me how I feel
tell me I'm a man
tell me what to know
tell me what she said
tell me how to grow
tell me 'bout my head
tell me it's alright
tell me how to fly
tell me not to fight
tell me just to lie
tell me she won't leave
tell me not to run
tell me when to grieve
tell me when I'm done
tell me if it's real
tell me time to go
tell me how you steal
tell me I don't know
tell me if it hurts
tell me that you care
tell me you're complete
tell me it's not fair
tell me why I hurt
tell me you will try
tell me I'm insane
tell me goodbye
[the inspiration for this was my roommate walking by saying the word diagnosis]
Monday, August 24, 2009
Across The Miles
[this was written a few years ago, my first attempt at something to put to music, yet I never had the guts to send it to whom it's about, for her to make into a song... I hope someone else can get some feeling out of it - nothing is worth anything unless it's shared, as far as I'm concerned.]
walked out the door and drove
didn't know where I was at all
left your tea there on the stove
the kids, the house, I left it all
when you said you didn't love me
it just tore me up inside
you'll never know
where do I go
when love's across the miles
Now there's so much that I want to say
but I don't want to hurt you
can't find a reason why to stay
even though I want to
but now that i've let you know
i think i should let you go
and maybe one day you'll see
it's not her heart that's breaking
when your eyes won't seem to dry
it's not the love you're making
when you're looking to the sky
it's the little things that matter
the hugs, the winks, the smiles
it's the love that always makes it
makes it across the miles
now don't you go and take this
as a permanent goodbye
i know i'd never have the strength
to look you in the eye
to tell you i don't need you
that you don't matter anymore
even though you've shown
away you've grown
i still wonder why...
it's not your heart that's breaking
when your eyes won't seem to dry
it's not the love you're making
when you're looking to the sky
it's the little things that matter
the hugs, the winks, the smiles
it's love that somehow makes it
makes it across the miles
you asked how you could help me
when i had nothing left to lose
now i'm broken and i'm tempted
but what the hell would it prove?
there's no more left inside me
no winks no hugs no smiles
what can you do to help me
when i'm lost across the miles?
it's not your heart that's breaking
when your eyes won't seem to dry
it's not the love you're making
when you're looking to the sky
it's the little things that matter
your hugs, your winks, your smiles
love made it across the miles...
©2005 Robert F. Piazza, Sr.
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