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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

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