A Simple MomentMy heartIs skipping beats And I can't stand The anticipation. A laugh here,A smile there?Am I reeling you inJust yet?I'll admit,I've a goalTo capture,But my smile's genuine.Take the chance.I don't careIf it's a fleeting moment,A surreal sort of dance,But I'm willing to jumpIf you'll jump with me.
Lament of SilenceI wantTo scream.SomehowI'm aloneEven surroundedBy fantastic people.I stare into space,Daring the agony To spill forth.Nothing comes.Nothing ever comes.I've stopped up,Dried up.Devoid of all emotion,Yet raging inside.They're wrong, you know.CryingNever helped anyone,That's what they say.But they don't knowThe bliss of tearsSpilled over aching lids,Tracks of salty waterThrough carefully applied masks.Oh, the sweetness of it,To breatheIn breaths ragged and true,To bare the jagged edgesOf a heart torn asunderTo the empty room.The silence a banshee,Never ceasing her call.Better to run
Eye of the StormIt's the calm of the stormThe eye of the hurricaneWhere the quiet is loudest,The reality most real.I'm not ready to give in,To let it fly.The touch of steal,The broken explosion.I don't wantThe pain.I'll never knowIf I'm lying orTelling the truth.My heart and my headHave always beenOne and the same.And as the days pass,I'm findingMy villainy liesWithin my fingertips,My rash words,My broken soul.It's the silenceThat makes me SeeI don't want to beWhat you See.I'm just me.Clear, strong, undeniably.Contradiction, inhibition, chaos.I don't wantEmpty promises,Half-hearted words,The way
Only WordsI'm rather tiredOf trying.I don't want To beA friend,A lover,A daughter.I wantTo write--To watch the words Form themselvesAcross pages and pages,Marking the passionsOf desire and fear.I don't careWhat you say,What I've lied for.I only want To live beyond--A world all my own.What need have IFor reality?Stability?Go away.Leave me be.I don't wantTo deal.So why, whyAm I still holding on?
Break AwayI thoughtI wanted this,I needed this.ButIt's all wrong.There's a strangeness now,A peculiar airAnd I thoughtI needed you.Oh, but I was wrong.Yes, it hurts.The pain.The loneliness.But I can findThe beauty, you see,In everything.And those precious things,My art, my love,They're all I need.I'm estranged, yes,But I don't needYouTo hang my hopes upon.I'm not delicate,I'm breaking, yes,But I'm lasting.I'll be hereThousands of years,My name paintedAmong the starsAnd you,You'll fade away,A distant, clouded memory.I don't need Your cynics,I've my own.I don't needYou half-hearted
A Call to ArmsSometimes,Oh sometimes,People need to be reminded,Authority must remember,Power is onlyAs goodAs it is given.I'd singA love songFor my Country,My heart of hearts,But it'll never stop meFrom shouting out,Protesting,Demonstrating,EnforcingOur OWN Power.That's the beautiful thing--Living in Democracy--Their "Power"Is only as strongAs we let them be.Do more than make a call,Do more than write a letter--Remind themWho really holds the Lighter.Read Up,Shout Out,Practice the RightsYou forgot we HAVE.If you speak out,Advocate,They'll not stand a chance.Oh...That Tea-Party,They were