The drum roll
beats out control
in a game
of warped reframe.
On a coiling balustrade
plays meister masquerade
to craft the will
at bellowed drill.
Docile rule
disarms to fool.
With artful ruse
the vapid lose.
Peeling clementines while crying
Gotta get it together this time
Partied on the weekend
One drink won’t start a fight
The lights draw me in
They’re saying it will be alright
I’m just a loser
Who has to stay sober on party night
Sitting on dried-up spit
Trying to push my tears down
I’ll be the jester if I cry
The crowd is shouting
Laughing, kissing, waving goodbye
Why can’t I see it?
Why am I not healthy and bright?
My friend is kneeling
Asking if I’m alright
Why can’t I see it?
Why can’t I be a girl full of life
"Let the redeemed of the LORD say so,
whom He has redeemed from trouble."
Psalm 107:2, English Standard Version
The Lord’s redeemed will praise His name,
appreciation justified.
Though self-inclined wish favor’s fame;
the Lord’s redeemed will praise His name.
When admiration calls the claim,
those graceless souls with God collide.
The Lord’s redeemed will praise His name,
appreciation justified.
When the Sun surrenders the sky to the Moon,
and the stars reawake in its gloom,
sad songs say so much
When the flames of a love smolder in smoke,
and there's no longer a fire to stoke,
sad songs say so much
When the heart and breath both become frail,
and life passes beyond the veil,
sad songs say so much
When hope is too high in the depths of despair,
and life is too much to bear,
sad songs say so much
When the blooms of life wilt and decay,
and you can't press on, you can only press play,
sad songs say so much
the world passes by
beneath her innocent stare
no questions asked, why
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
When youth will say to me so long?
I’ve no idea. I don’t care,
That she has told, you’re always wrong,
Oh, yes, I’m wrong, but I don’t scare
to say to her that I confess
All little sins those I have done
That I don’t like her funny dress
That through the blinds I see the Sun
That I’m so young to lose belief
to stop the dreaming for my sake.
Yes, I am young I want to live
I want to sail – life is a lake
That takes me in the future. Hey!
I’m wrong, of course, but I don’t scare
to be with love to prize the day
I’m young I’m wrong and I don’t care!
Two o'clock in the morning.
I awaiken from my sleep.
I stumble to the desk
This promise I must keep
I honor you my Lord
with every single word
Let the redeemed say so,
Let the Redeem stand
Let them raise their hands
Let the Redeem shine through
traveling through this world
Is hard and uphill climb
all we need is you
Let the Redeemed say so
yesterday a phone call
made me overwhelmed
I fell down on my knees
in earnest prayer
I honor you my Lord
please help me in this world
Let the Redeemed say so
When life seem sometimes
to get you feeling down
remember where your
strength comes from
call upon the Lord
He is faithful in his word
Stand up ye. Redeemed and say so.
Misunderstandings
still break the heart
still wound the soul
still damage the love
misunderstandings
still weaken trust
still makes doubts
still forms nightmares
.....just a misunderstanding
Hold yourself in tender grace.
Let mercy be a constant comfort.
Raging streams have their moments,
and yet how quickly they dissolve
over rock-worn falls.
Make each day, a day of charity for yourself.
Breathe deeply into your own body of knowledge.
Stars still shine as clouds pass by.
The magic is you.
The heavens say so.
seek the devilfind him.seek god,find him.seek space,find him.seek last,find
him.seek wood,find him.too.
Now wouldn't be such a wonderful world
If we could all walk without falling
That fine line between excuses and reasons
Get Grandma to stop telling the folks down at the church
That I'm one of Lucifer's demons
Just because she's out of touch with the rush in the lifestyle
That her child's child been leading
When she should be thankful that I wasn't cut down this evening
Constantly I pray for my own safe keeping
I learned over the years that falling tears
Are simply substitute teachers in the schools of bleeding
To the kids I'd tell them to run and play on and play on
This I care to tell
Cause i've seen some of the most simplest of priveledges
Turn and get listed in jailhouse prayers in mail
And all of these rotten wish to be forgotten memories have me plotting
On who I should use for another brew
After searching through the dirt
On my hands and knees getting my hands nasty
Diggin in the ashtray for loose change
Funny how at times when you're hurt you cant always blame the pain
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