Category: Penman Lounge

I know nothing about you
I know nothing about you

She opened the door and I started the engine
I looked in the rear view mirror and I listened

Bad love at first sight
Bad love at first sight

I thought I knew something about you
I thought I knew something about you

I should have heard the people around me
Her using ways were reserved for another
I gave her my car as a desperate plea
Never imagined my giving love for a mother

Bad love black as night
Bad love black as night

I loved you endlessly
I loved you like a fool
You kept me hanging
Until I lost my cool

I know nothing about you
I know nothing about you

Red wine mixed with sly finds
Fine dimes found on high times with
Quick hits meaning bliss
And your first time not being based on earth signs
But who was ready,
Willing,
Able,
Stable enough to control the steering wheel in the firebird of 90 mph ecstasy
Next to me, a chick with a good head on her shoulders
I know because it hasn’t been cut off by her recklessness or lack of selectiveness on who’s next online at any time or place
Put to waste is her mother’s morals which malfunctioned in installing her daughter that water is a better alternative to gin or chronic
But she’s perfect…
For me…
Right now…
Etensive is repulsive
Conversation and you’re eliminated
If you’re not high, you’re low
And if you’re not down, you go
Shotgun’s to the right of me
You ain’t even gotta call it
It’s all yours

Shake me down
Rape me down
Full blown break me down
Take my rights
At the height
Of this free world’s death flight
Burn the clothes, stop my engine
Heart and soul, don’t win elections
All my fire has been bottled up to keep me from pretending
I can make a difference.
Little girls subjected to short shirts,
Short skirts
Short end of the stick
What you get… is what you get
No point in striving
If hell and less than we deserve were underwater,
We’d be diving
Little hums and little mummers
Get knocked down a little further
Stop before they’re started
How can I become a canvas-less non-painting artist?
Working with nothing but my heart and a voice
Not by chance, but by choice
Wasn’t my plan, but it works
To keep me sane
Looking in the future, see my chanting from my grave
Can’t be stopped
Can’t be stopped
Forget the failures that I’ve had
Forever more I’ll do this
Cause eternity is more concerned with good intentions than life ever can.
So leave what they gave you
And burn the remains
Never let them count you in or out
My only guarantee is that not one step on this road to completion
Will be
In vain

fell from cushioned sheets
to a bed of cement
pillow too hard to fluff
my room now smells of trash
urine is the new disinfectant
the maid’s been wearing the same ugly dress
the butler has soiled himself
yet again
dinner’s now being served
at your nearest trash bin

i stand naked before you
fully clothed
shivering and it’s not even cold in here
if only you knew my thoughts
the unheard speeches
that curl the ends of my mouth
telling me i had something to say
then drawing a complete blank
at one glance in your direction
enough said

thorned sides
sweeping gazes
cow fields
Jesus crossed
dandelion winds
muddy streams
purposeful life
Luray Caverns

i no longer cling to branches
where there is no tree standing
ankles wrapped in roots
sprouting from hard soil
no smell of rain today
in air to thin to breathe
go forward still
there is no promise of light
bother not with the shadows
cast by feet moving too slow
winter come soon

Try to strengthen the roots of our small little tree
The branches appear weak
too fragile to be;

Know the things that you see
are built best within me
And others I should hide
pressed hard, deep inside;

Sure it feels fine
To spill some red wine,
As I know your secrets
Soon you’ll know mine;

Find out why does each layer
if stacked clean and stacked high,
Make this sad soul whisper tears when I cry?

If you remember the moment
we sat on go-round
Spinning in life and creating that sound:
She knows it as I do
A comfort,
a place
Creases in time
still picture her face;
Tell me, how can each layer
when stripped bare and stripped dry
strengthen my soul from roots to blue high?

Brush the fear from my eyes
please allow them to see
a time it has grown our small little tree…

In the dead of night
Under cover of darkness
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

I have you in my sights
Because the call of justice harkens
In the dead of night

Be you warriors of fright
Contemptuous and heartless
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

To fellow soldiers in the fight
Be strong of will keep senses sharpened
In the dead of night

Terror lives in cowardice so good shall follow light
Nothing can deter my wrath or stop the hand of vengeance
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

I pray your soul the Lord he takes it
Because I find a way or make it
In the dead of night
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

I saw you standing there
gazing at yourself in the altogether
you’ve never seen yourself like this before
piercings not born out of the latest fad

gazing at yourself in the altogether
the feel of steel against your skin
piercings not born out of the latest fad
proud of the courage it took to walk your own road

the feel of steel against your skin
cold to the eye but warm from the bodies glow
proud of the courage it took to walk your own road
glad to be the man you were born to be

cold to the eye but warm from the bodies glow
steel & flesh & bone make up your eternal being
glad to be the man you were born to be
no longer shamed by imperfection of the skin

steel & flesh & bone make up your eternal being
created from dust & shaped by man
no longer shamed by imperfection of the skin
you’ve longed to be this content with who you are

created from dust & shaped by man
you’ve never seen yourself like this before
you’ve longed to be this content with who you are
I saw you standing there