Faith — a sudden Remedy —
Applied — without a Scar —
The Patient wonders — if it heals —
Or magnifies — the War —
The Candle — shows a narrow Room —
But darkens — all the Sky —
The Needle — points a certain North —
Yet trembles — if you try —
Belief — a timid Architect —
Constructs — without a Plan —
And when the Roof — collapses —
No Tenant — but the Man —
Faith is a fine Invention —
To satisfy the Blind —
But those — who seek a larger Proof —
Must frame a sterner Mind —
I felt her tears that I never saw
The pain in her heart that she bore
All of my lies that burnt into her soul
Her broken body as I destroyed her whole
I walked away like I didn’t care
Now her pain is mine alone to share
I feel her, I feel her, o yeah I feel her
Should’ve stayed, should’ve explained
That to someone else I was chained
That I was just out to have some fun
It would be over once I was done
I never thought I was doing her wrong
And that to her alone I would belong
I feel her, I feel her, o yeah I feel her
Now her tears have turned into oceans
As she’s drowning me with her emotions
Where it’s her turn to feel my pain
As my love for her I did not retain
I had let her go without a thought
Left her heart beyond distraught
I feel her, I feel her, o yeah I feel her
I feel her . . .
They say you look like Frankenstein
But I say that's not true
I think that Frankenstein
Is prettier than you
When it's time for trick or treat
And Kids knock on the door
The children look in horror
Like I never seen before
But I really don't mind
If you come around at night
As long as you promise, Dear
You won't turn on the light
Chorus
I know you can't be pretty
No matter what you do
So I will have to find away
To be a monster too
When it's time for trick or treat
And Kids knock on the door
The children look in horror
Like I never seen before
But I really don't mind
If you come around at night
As long as you promise, Dear
You won't turn on the light
Chorus
I know you can't be pretty
No matter what you do
So, I will have to find away
To be a monster too
I know you can't be pretty
But know that this is true
I'll never love another
As much as I love you
The Penny Drops By Kevin Leake
Dawn is rekindled
with shadow's memory taints
first light touches last—
the clock repeats each moment
time unbroken, circles whole
Insight can break walls
fences splinter; borders fade
voices burn with flame—
yet listening inclusive
re-shapes the field of conflict
What the hour discards
may conceal its tender core
child in bath water—
awareness rescues essence
past reborn in present tense
Memory reborn
old clocks glimmer in dawn's glow,
echoes in their place—
the past is not left behind
unfolded to becoming
Imagine waking—
to an endless horizon
future without bars
renewal becomes the seed
as daybreak remakes the sky
He was my one true Love —
No other soul could bear —
The gravity of Silence —
That drew us — everywhere —
Which ever One departed —
The other would not stay —
For threads — of such a fiber —
Unravel — when away —
The Morning knew our Secret —
The Stars — were confidants —
The Sparrow in the Hedgerow —
Would echo — our response —
And should he leave before me —
My Breath would fold in twain —
The Pulse — would follow after —
As the moisture — after Rain —
Verse 1]
You're so incredible,
the most amazing man.
I'm taken to new heights of pleasure
with the touch of your hand.
There will never be another man
in my life who compares.
Your eyes, your smile...
no one as perfect anywhere.
I will never forget, or stop loving you...
Well would ya lookie here, my dear…
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan dreams that will never come true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever
good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
[Verse2]
You are the man
of every woman's dreams.
You sure knew your way
around my body
I guess I had you going
with all the fuss I made
So glad I was the star of all my high-school plays
Because you are an imposter...
And baby I should win an Oscar…
Cause as you can see
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan the dreams that are never coming true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
I submit to her pretty skin:
Deep,
Brewed coffee that’s filled with splendor!
She’s the one who effects me,
Melanie,
As a rock is to ripple it:
A river –
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
A raw and calloused thumb
Sliding over steel
The sound of buzzing string
Is the only thing that's real
A kind and loving world
A place I saw on screen
That kind that won't exist
The kind that makes me scream
I strike another chord
I play until I bleed
It's the kind of sound I want
It's the kind of sound I need
To make it through the day
To make it through the week
To make it through my life
To lift me when I'm weak
I pay another bill
I write another check
I click another mouse
I'm at another desk
I wipe it all away
When I play the tetra line
I'm in another world
The kind of world that's kind
In the quiet corners of my mind-
A fuzzy friend named Cubby still resides.
Years ago, when I was three,
He tumbled into my life, so warm and free.
His legs once jiggled, full of beads,
Now gently limp, shaped by years and needs.
Stitches faded, fur rubbed thin,
Yet love, not fabric, holds him in.
Psychology whispers: attachment, security,
But Cubby is more than theory-he's memory's purity.
He's comfort on restless nights,
A silent listener to childhood's frights.
One summer day, a suitcase closed-
Cubby missing, my heart exposed.
Tears spilled all the way back home,
I felt so lost, so all alone.
But surprise! My brother's gentle tease:
He'd tucked Cubby away, aimed to please.
The ache of loss became relief so sweet-
Reunion turning sorrow to heartbeat.
Why do we long for what can't speak?
Why do soft things make us weak?
Perhaps in Cubby, I see a part
Of something gentle in my heart.
He's more than cotton, thread, and fur-
He's childhood's echo, comforter.
Psychology says it's just a phase,
But Cubby's love, it never decays.
Shadows on the edge,
memories slide out of view
never full focused—
the past lingers like a breath
you turn to catch, but it's gone
Sideways glances sway
moments in periphery
blurs smear the mirror—
déjà vu calls to play its hand
closing again, happenstance
Gazing at the lake
trees melt into reflection
golden rays adrift—
I reach to hold the shimmer
my fingers grasp only air
A leaf in the wind
fluttering in dusk-lit breeze
reminds me of you—
every sideways glance reveals
the weight of recognition
Wharf boards creak beneath
our bare feet press grips
we leap without thought—
each splash resounds in my chest
as time refuses to pass
The late sun hovers
painting ripples in copper
horizon half-formed—
déjà vu hums in waves
whispering, be still, be calm
Beneath the surface
voices travel in bubbles
half-song, half-echo—
rising like our lost laughter
from another life we lived
All glimpses return,
lakes, ripples, sunsets, jumps, leaves,
sewn multi-threaded
sideways in peripheral
repeats until the love stays—
I have lived in your Life — once before —
A whisper — through your Door —
A Shadow bent upon the Chair —
That was — and is — not There.
I knew your Breath — before your Mouth —
I touched the Sun — by going South —
And in your Gaze — a Window shone —
To prove — what I had always known.
The Years — cannot divide the Thread —
Nor Silence — hide the Words — unsaid —
The Pulse remembers — though the Vein —
Denies the Music — once again.
I have Lived — in your Life — before —
I will — when Time admits — once more —
Beyond the Grave — or Clouded Door —
Eternity — repeats the Score.
~ Based on the song, "What Did You Learn in School
Today?" written by Tom Paxton; popularized by
Pete Seeger ~
What did you learn in school today, son
What did they teach in school
I learned how to protest my country, Dad
They taught me that violence pays
What class did you learn that in, my son
Do you remember the teacher’s name
I learned that in Geometry, Dad
And my teacher’s Mr. Uppin Flames
Why you leaving the house now, son
Not ‘til your homework’s done
My assignment’s to attend a protest rally
Hey, Dad ~ Can I borrow your gun
Oh, what did you learn in school today
What did the teacher say
I learned how to protest the US of A
My teacher said violence pays
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