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One More Verse
T.J. Phoenix

I distract my mind
with the plausibility of this
another day keeps turning round
and I’m already spent

I just can’t seem to find
the justifications
I use to know
silver threads of possible intention
which kept me believing
passing beneath the veil of night
and I wonder why
I’m not crying

How can it be
how can it be
that this is such as these
am I reduced to autumn hues
whispered into
encroaching winter

The world is wild and crazy
filled with a distracted dis-ease
and I can no longer hide
behind the frailty of
these dreams

why am I getting up?
what am I fighting for
until a day
rendered up to sleep
I return no more

Am I a stranded fool
a dissentient heart
a willing pawn
a mindless tool

I don’t know
I don’t know
what it is
and how can it be
that meaning matters at all…

It won’t change a fact
it won’t change a thing
it’s still a crazy chaos mix
and little comprehension
ever seems to slip
slip from the grasp
of days like these.

 

 

Tuesday, November 14th 2006

These Are the Days,
AKA: The Unicorns Lament

t.j.phoenix Copyright Nov, 14th 2006


These are the days that will drive you crazy
These are the days that will make you made
when other people are still being so damn lazy
these are the days that will make you cry…

These are the days
when you got to get up
when you don't really
want to get up

These are the days
when you're down on your luck
and other people
worse off than you
want you to consider
their grieving too

These are the days
these are the days
as the country
in a winter's haze
across a sea of blue
that's dieing
and unto the east
with mother's crying

Some day
some way
there's got to come a stand
Some day
some way
where people join their hands

but these are the days
when we tear a part
all of those around
these are the days
that there are breaking hearts
everywhere you look around


A protest isn't fighting

it's only the tears in our hands
it isn't that we blame ourselves
how can we
how can we

not forgive ourselves?…

These are the days
these are the days
these are the days
we have to ask why
not with an angry tone
no over a cell phone
and not without thinking
and thinking
and thinking
some more…

I'm trying to hide
like the rest of you
while trying not to die
it's a difficult thing
to do…

But babies,
these are the days
and I need not say more…
We don't know where it's heading
there's no way of predicting anymore…

too many variables
like you and me
too many undecided
on the fence post,
plain to see…

These are the days
these are the days
I wish I could spin one
but I can't
don't ask me to.

We just have to get up,
we just have to try
and I think we could transform
our lives from inside.

To whatever God you worship
Your heathen sister, I cry


These are our challenges
and the choices
we control

only how we live


not how we die.


 

 

Unicorn on the Crossroads , #2

I was wondering, around the road
I was looking
for the place I called home
I was stranded
stranded here…

Still I'm waiting
still I'm waiting
for you here…

I left the forest
of my own accord
listening to the winds of change
I left the forest
and went onward alone
to see if any remained.

I had no sense of things
of a mortal accord
I only knew this dedication
for what was life before…

But some said, magic was a lie
and that my kind, never lived
and though loved, and wept
and tried,
still some said, "I never lived"…


And still I am waiting
and still I am waiting
and still I am waiting
on this crossroad for you.

I watch
as the others pass by
passing to a quieter frame
and the call out to me softly
for they still remember
my name

And I know now what it
to regret
for I have lost love before
I've lost my innocence
and something more
some peace of mind,
I suspect.


Still I am waiting
I am waiting
for you.

And I will trample
into the battlefield
I will call softly
that the dieing may yet heal…

Do what you can
do what you can
today
for I am waiting
I am waiting,

and through all sorrows
through all the aches and pains
I would still rather stay here,
if all the same to you.

Until the end,
until the end
until the end,
that's how long I'll wait for you,
I'll wait for you

please do not stay away
very long.



Wednesday, Nov. 8th 2006

My Virtue

He's the pulse in the vein
he is the answer
behind the question
he is the one true thing that remains

he is undeniable
discovered in breath
expressed in sighs
reason and not the measure
of more shallow
childish things
than these…

and when the weight crushes
when the din is loud
and home
a forgotten thing
he is the only thing
that lights my way


there is no happy ending
for nothing ever ends…

…still
it is enough to dream.


T.J. Phoenix
copyright, November 2006