With a Pocket Full of Lies and Some Vanilla Skies- Part 1

I must say art isn’t easy
Desperately trying to please everyone 
Many of my scattered verses fail to appease me 
I’m well versed in pain
I must say heartache and love are one in the same 
These scripts will put the rest to shame 
The poets are all the kids who try to fake it 
We take it all to heart 
Heart ache is where we got our start 

Smartly I arranged my words 
Just another fencing battle without swords 
Just another one of my songs with out chords 
Always exotic with a melodic sense of belonging 
I can be calming or I could be bombing the last little hopes 
I can play it cool 
Play the fool 
I can be anything within a few simple phrases 

This still amazes me 
I can see the world when there is nothing to see 
I can paint a picture of how everything should be 
And I search high low way below
Sometimes slow always fast 
Few will know 
When I pass and I will go 
Like the wayward winds flow 
Taken on a prayer 
A shot through the dark into the shadows gone like thin air

And I’ll be nowhere and everywhere 
But baby when you need me I’ll be there 
This is a realization there is no easy way out
Yes I know not what life is about 
And this grout in this bathroom tile holds me glued for a little while
Before this porcelain throne I stand trial
“So kid how do you manage to defile yourself so well”
Please do tell the mirror beckons 
I guess I reckon that I like to forget for a fleeting second 
And I hold no fear in meeting an end 
I’m dying to be greeting this long time friend
So bring me that end
Send me to that horizon

Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006

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