Category: Penman Lounge

I wanna cry till the blood runs from my eyes
Keep on cryin’ till I fall over dead and die
‘cause every moment of this life I live I despise
I wanna go off and walk away, fade on out like the color gray

I woke up and went to work just like usual
Kept the thought of the dream oh so sensual
Hard sex a great BIG man oh so non-consensual
Is this all I’ve got, some dirty dreams and some pot

At nineteen forever you say it’ll never be like this
You’ve got a cool car a few bucks and the taste of your lovers kiss
Your future before you plenty of dreams on your wish list
One day your gonna have it all but watch out for the peel or you might fall

On many nights just like this I get lost in the wonder
Thoughts collide in my brain they crash and thunder
Of a darker nature I’m closer to surrender
Day’s sunny bright skies of blue, I feel my time here is almost through

I hear the darkness calling me into the breach
I run the other way keeping my soul out of its reach
So many lessons learned so many more to teach
Like a little child lost in a well, will salvation come only time will tell

Blind disguises within those empty eyes
Blind disguises never realizing

Is it one of your lines
That you use on me
Is it just one last time
For you to leave me blind

Blind disguises within those empty eyes
Blind disguises within those cold eyes
Blind disguises within those empty eyes
Blind disguises never realizing

One of the first teenage tunes I wrote when I blame girls for my troubles.

Copyright Rich Love © 2008

I have chosen you to listen
To the inclinations, derivations of inclement
Weathering around the edges of what is
Known about the differences between

The settled and the set-up scheme.
I love baseball statistics, its categorizing
And rating of what may not even have been
Seen by the less than observant

Watching the hot dog wrappers blowing
On this late afternoon in a lop-sided loss
By the local team, looking at their scuffed
Cleats, thinking of future beers and not

Thinking about their batting average
Or the quiet of the hometown fans
As all analysis misses the learned move
To first that picks off the contemplative wanderer.

love is getting ready to work
I can feel the sparks between us like Pop Rocks
like 2 sex-crazed teenagers the chemistry hits us
what can be better than this

I can feel the sparks between us like Pop Rocks
sugary sweet and toxic
what can be better than this
can love be easy like simple syrup

sugary sweet and toxic
the touch of love sticks like honey
can love be easy like simple syrup
love should come with a warning label for the heart

the touch of love sticks like honey
its taste bitter like strong medicine
love should come with a warning label for the heart
can too much of a good thing kill you

its taste bitter like strong medicine
a cure-all for the mind, body and soul
can too much of a good thing kill you
they say cupid died from a broken heart

a cure-all for the mind, body and soul
like 2 sex-crazed teenagers the chemistry hits us
they say cupid died from a broken heart
love is getting ready to work

I can remember her reflection
Skating along the puddled rain
Back then life was not the same,
It seemed to have more of a glow.

As love began to grow,
Time renamed itself to bliss
This young lady that I kiss,
She should be my only kiss.

I’ve become fogged inside my mist.
This one way mirror that I see,
Only reflects back on me,
I’m loosing sight that others see.

This woman makes it hard to breath,
With her hands around my throat.
Years stuck in an envelope,
Collecting dust upon a shelf.

I’m going to do this for myself.
I removed my goals for you.
Now I’m slowly peering through
These Congo bushes that we grew.

I was blinded in my youth,
Became enlightened in my oats.
For twenty years I remained cloaked
Then Finally an antidote.

These simple words that I wrote.
Removed the shackles off the wolf
Let my stallions stomp there hoofs.
In an salute to freedoms ring.

where do lovers go when there is no longer a lane
drive-thru affections
from someone only able to promise burger and fries
but no shake
a side view window of time wasted
with someone unable to see over the steering wheel
no need to check the rear
i’m fine sitting here
content with your one station
a finger-poppin’ loveliness pours out
making me forget that i am with you

My walls are closing in
It’s time to begin
When I offer my imperfections
My life can begin

Did you find your place in life
Did you explore your dreams
Or were you running too fast
Experiencing a world of extremes

Love flows through you
I receive love through you

Copyright Rich Love © 2008

I can’t believe my eyes
Distorted views decay within
In a world of vanity
How does love stand again

It seems like I’m sinking deep
Drowning in the sea
And every time I try to rise
I’m down on my knees

Children ride bicycles in busy streets
Without traffic lights
We keep spinning around
Waiting here to ignite

It seems like I’m falling fast
Rocks are crashing down
And every time I try to stand
I here the sound

This was written during my drug days so I had to think about this one before posting it. I think what it says to me is that no matter how bad things appeared on the outside, inside on the back burner God’s calling was loud enough for me to hear. Twenty-five years later His voice has become clearer as I open my heart to others.

Copyright Rich Love © 2008

She’s always talking about everyone else
She’s a little too prefect too good for herself
Her life is a palace she knows everything
And I know that’s why I’m not her king

She’s a queen she’s searching
She’s a queen without a king

She lives a queen’s life with who she’ll choose
Just when she’s winning that once more to loose
She’ll dream of another, she’ll fantasize
For someone to be there and dry her eyes

(When she cries)

She’s a queen she’s waiting
She’s a queen without a king

Copyright Rich Love © 2008

Live with details and blown out tires
Thank God there were no casualties
Pour out your feelings driver
We don’t want your big story
It’s the second time this week
Another highway standoff

Why can’t you tell me what you really want from me
Sometimes I feel the need to escape somewhere beyond the sun
Somewhere beyond all this I see

Copyright Rich Love © 2008