You and I are laughing and laughing and having fun… We gaze into each others consciousness and you smile and cover lips with your finger as I gesture playfully. Closer and closer we become as our surrounding melts away until only universe that matters is the one created in the three feet space between you and I. A simple small talk conversation about nothing important, with content soon to be forgotten, yet so engaging that the universe itself shall break all laws to bend and fit between us …as if it wishes to carry upon its shoulder the feathery light conversation of a Sunday afternoon
” was originally posted june of 2008.
Outside the door are the hungry hounds
Waiting for their bribe
We’ ve nothing in the cupboard to pay them
tonight We will stay inside.
Molly puts her lipstick on
‘though there are no more parties to attend
she serves on the good china, we dine inside
to eat our soup and bread.
Jonny keeps his boots on
‘though the factories have all shut down
he still wakes at dawn everyday
to feel his feet step on the ground
Billy is on the roof top
while staring at the stars
dreaming of his great escape
He knows the constellations by heart
Aunt Marget is keeping the Faith
She says God will pull us through
We never ask her the Treasures lie
she’ll tell us when the time is due
Everybody gets that feeling
thats too deep to understand
everybody doing little things
that they don’t need comprehend.
…inside the mansion upon the hill,
they’ve thrown it all away.
they’ve thrown themselves to hounds.
They have given up today….
Oh Molly put your lipstick on
I’ll place my feet on the ground
the kisses and dances between you an I
shall bribe away the hounds.
first draft of a folk ballad i never completed -2009