Tell me sweetheart, one more time
Say you love me, use a rhyme
Or send a song just for my sake
So from that moment I can take
And store that in my secret place
Inside my heart, not on my face
The outside world won't have a clue
That I am one and you are two
Life’s about distance
and lack of control
A search for redemption
someone to console
Closer than farther
then farther again
A distant horizon
new history to fend
Excuses are many
the reasons but few
Voices heard calling
though old were once new
A spirit still willing
a body that’s weak
My pathway desponding
—once more do I seek
(The New Room: September, 2023)
If one person remembers …
a legacy yet
If one person remembers
old feelings reset
If one person remembers
the words to reform
If one person remembers
—tomorrow reborn
(The New Room: July, 2023)
The sky is so vast
I want this to last
'Til we kiss every cloud
Let my arms be a shroud
Securing you tight
All through the night
Keeping you warm
I mold to your form
Perfectly fit
Transfer, transmit
My essence to you
I love you, I do
Some times it's
hard to love you
When you make me
Feel so bad
how could happy times
And promises
Turn out
To be so sad
When you hold me
In your arms
You make
Everything alright
Yet the neighbors
And me all know,Baby
Your
Somewhere else tonight
Chorus dripping with steel guitar
-----------------------:::::--------::::::::::::-----------------::
Truly I wish
You could be
Satisfied with me
Wanting nothing more
second verse of chorus
-------------+----------- ditto on steel ----------------+------------
True to me
I wish you could be
But you never have
Been able to before
Back to song
--------------
I miss you
When we're parted
Though your making
my heart bleed
I'll always have
the fondness but someday
I'll kick the need
And you know that I'd
be lying if I said
I wished you'd go
But I'm clinging
To the knot
at the end of my rope
And I thought that you should know
Close with chorus
--------------------
If so minded
Seven brave souls
left this place
for a hurried adventure
into space,
the shuttle that took them
was monstrous and strong
and those who built it,
thought naught
could go wrong;
but as Murphy would say,
and the fates decreed,
a disastrous adventure
it was meant to be,
for all the time spent
preparing the shuttle;
how easy it was
to overlook the o-ring
the size of a chip,
which lost its integrity
in the morning nip;
so seven brave souls
never made to space,
but in all our hearts
they found,
A permanent place
Now is the time
for the world to see,
what in the world,
we’re meant to be,
for us to unite
is the call,
for us to become one
should include us all;
heritage, language,
customs and such,
shall remain plentiful
and mean so much;
for these not only
are the bricks and boards
but the main ingredients
that unites our
shores.
The artists only needed excuse
—an audience of one
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2015)
MaryAnn Sage
Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something,
now a middle aged, diamond in the rough, jaded
two plus decades slavish married male did not realize
his fare maiden perfect form, she a capricorn
(who also shared same January 13th birthday as myself,
though a half dozen years Mycenae senior
hovered in mine immediate proximity,
a mere hello kitty whisker away,
which accompanying cat’s eye soft nose a pet smart appetite
saw me weight tool screwed up
to revere mother of pearl opal mate ideal beau
now ex post facto finds yours truly ruing foregone soul mate to crow
in vain, though I cannot help pining and lamenting where art thou – dow
ting she (MaryAnn Sage, a young whirled, wide webbed childless divorcee,
a couple of years shy of thirty)
ponders whereabouts of this contemplative, furtive
* * * * * * * * * *
I yearned for your love
I craved your touch
I wanted your love badly
“But what's love got to do,got to do with it?”
All you do is use and abuse me
And take my kindness for weakness
You don't appreciate me
Nor respect me as a person
“What's love but a second hand emotion.”
I’m done being your doormat
And I’m looking out for numero uno
Don't try to stop me
I gave and I gave
“What's love got to do, got to do with it?”
I have nothing left to give you
And I’m through with you
Good riddance, goodbye
I’m out of here
“Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?”
4-6-16
Alexis Y.
Inspired By
What’s Love Got To Do With It
By the amazing
Tina Turner
2/22/16
No one knows the demons I’m forced to fight alone,
And no one knows how I try to look for clarification through songs,
No one knows that I’ve been hurting for too long,
And in a crazy sense I no longer know where I belong,
My soul was here and now it’s gone.
It’s gone like the wind,
Now I’m forced to repeatedly pretend,
Without my soul only my heart is left to defend,
Defend the things that will never have amends,
And it feels as if I’m on a never ending binge,
And I swear to you my heart is singed.
No one knows that I’m anxious ALL THE TIME,
Or how I just can’t stop these thoughts overpowering my mind,
Or how I’m trying to find my way out these tangled vines webbed with lies,
Or how I just want somewhere that I can just call mine.
No one knows that music is my savior,
It can control and influence any and all of my behaviors,
But I solemnly wish that I could do myself a favor,
Nothing extreme, nor major,
I’m just having a hard time letting go of this player.
Uno.
All seeking justice,come!
Let me look at your hands beyond dirt,
A calmed tongue like Dead Sea,
A heart,hurt apart,
JUST ICE!
Just melting like ice,
Flooding all over taking just,
Justice is to come from U,
U NO? You are the UNO!
To stay injustice,
Stay just!
Just adjust,
To stay injustice,
Just try-
Lending your hands first,
Linking your tongues next,
Remain hating injustice from your hearts,at least!
COPLA SESENTA Y UNO
: This Bad Guy World
Even just cause makes not good war
If you attack you put to waste:
Good does no harm
Marshalling defence at your door
Can make bloody retreat in haste:
Shrieks of alarm
If you let the Dao lead the Way
Bad Guys’ll jump up and down in vain:
To tumble down
Even apt choices bring dismay
While you listless wait and bear pain:
Time’s the rogue clown
© T. Wignesan –
Paris, 2014
COPLA CINCUENTA Y UNO: This Bad Guy World
Evil pounces on the defenceless
The covert path beckons the Bad Guy:
Pollutes pure blood
Watch how the Bad Guys congregate unless
Good Guys en bloc block Bad Guy ploy:
Altar sacred
When plots are hatched covered with lies
With Security Council vetoes:
Who sucks profits
All trussed up by treacherous spies
Truth’s smothered in accursed ghettoes:
Rich man’s glove fits
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
All seeking justice,come!
Let me look at your hands beyond dirt,
A calmed tongue like Dead Sea,
A heart,hurt apart,
JUST ICE!
Just melting like ice,
Flooding all over taking just,
Justice is to come from U,
U NO? You are the UNO!
To stay injustice,
Stay just!
Just adjust,
To stay injustice,
Just try-
Lending your hands first,
Linking your tongues next,
Remain hating injustice from your hearts,at least!
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