Wanting blindly, even good
Seldom have few understood
Is ineffective
If one's doing's misdirected
Be the gentle heart well-guided
Not with eyes that are short-sighted
But mindful and wide
Else be intention misapplied
It was at the final station
The symphony lived and died
Cracked ribs as consolation
Their mercy misapplied
The symphony lived and died
In search of silent, truthful land
Their mercy misapplied
Justice stayed Her honest hand
In search of silent, truthful land
Prayers went up, steadfast and succinct
Justice stayed Her honest hand
With upturned eyes to God, and blinked
Prayers went up, steadfast and succinct
They began to doubt the world of sense
With upturned eyes to God, they blinked
With bated breath held in suspense
They began to doubt the world of sense
Infinite time, space, and distance
With bated breath held in suspense
Saved at Fate’s insistence
Wouldn’t marry you if your true colours I knew
But the best of me infatuation took
Thinking all about you I had a clue
Playing by ear the amateur’s rulebook
Taking for granted I had you figured
On the surface and in depth
When blindness and recklessness in me triggered
The mistaken faith
In which I swam
Misled by the profile in you I saw
In the gullibility spam
In which in you no flaw
In the picture my mind painted
Projecting an angel
Till my illusion fainted
Though you and I did seem to gel
In spite of the distorted notion
Of you I built
To reap sorrow in the motion
Of you in silt and the slit
I spied
Conjectured
Misapplied
Textured and nurtured
Until in matrimony the knot
We tied
Signed marriage certificate on the dot
But you and I to our detriment misfired.
“Decide”
[verse 1]
Uh, who the **** am i...wish i could decide
I know you live a lie
I see it in your eyes
say what comes to mind
Then soon you'll find
That the truth has died
The world is a lie
Man who am i...
Wishin i could fly
Wait, i can't decide
Looking towards the sky
photosynthesize
Why do i despise...
So, whats the compromise?
When you come from where i do you need to realize
Its Life or death now, ***** choose a side
Then you sympathize, and to my surprise
I ended up alive
**** god man, he dont decide
**** his stupid lies
i hear you dumb ***** dont ****in cry
I don't speak in lies
The theme is in disguise
"Why should he decide?"
The powers misapplied,
My minds gone awry
Who the **** am i...?
Alliances and Allies
rebuildig from the ashes
Collission, Colapse
Imprints of trauma linger
Helicopter blades, rushing winds
Precious life hangs in the balance
Newspapers misprint the facts
They hav'nt came up with too many bright ideas
Citizens turn their eyes away from evil practiced
And the Wisdom of the Elders is misapplied
It's distinctive the vibe I feel
Completely underestimated is my heart that fights it all
Humble yet - defying the odds
As Prisoners of War lend strenght to one other
Just in hopes of seeing her face again
Besides the picture they took away and burned
It's a wonder he survived the war and remarkable what a offense can occur
Much paitents is what we must have men
But lets draw straws
On of us must become a spy
the truth is in the rhyme
of sticks and stones and
things are said all the time
that bleed us 'cause we let 'em
the truth is, that the truth hurts
yet we suffer too, the lie
spoken words thoughtlessly blurted
mistold, mistaken, or misapplied
so what adage do we use to heal
pride bruised from hurtful taunt
good self-esteem and spirit reveal
a self-worth free from want
bones to pick, and stones to toss
won't allow regard to get across
© Goode Guy 2012-12-07