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Cecil Miller Oct 2023
When I saw you alone,
I was standing alone.
I walked over alone.
I asked if you wanted
To be alone together.

Your body feels good lying next to mine,
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight.
Gee, your body feels good next to mine.
I wonder, wonder who's on your mind.

Did he leave you alone,
Or did you leave him alone
Like she left me alone?
I asked if you wanted
To be alone together.

Your body feels good lying next to mine,
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight.
Gee, your body feels good next to mine,
So warm and cozy this lonely night.

Do you think he's alone?
I don't think she's alone.
She doesn't care if I'm alone,
So I asked if you wanted
To be alone together.

The breeze moves the curtains.
It carries whispers like fingers
Across barely touching skin.
We don't care, and we won't care
Until we care again.

Your body feels good lying next to mine,
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight.
Gee, your body feels good next to mine.
I wonder, wonder who's on your mind.

Your body feels good lying next to mine
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight
Gee, your body feels good next to mine
So warm and cozy this lonely night.
Another set of lyrics I'm working on
Aug 2023 · 773
Of Love and Tomorrow
Cecil Miller Aug 2023
I'm gonna try,
And I'm gonna fail.
Then I'm gonna try, try, try,
And I'll try again.

I'm gonna lose,
Time and again.
But, I'm gonna keep playing, baby,
Because someday I'll win.

The longer it takes,
The sweeter it will taste.
The prize is the flavor,
And it's love that I'll savor.

So, if you brush me aside,
Just know I'll be waiting,
My patience, enduring
And love, unabating.

My faith, my desire,
Knows no limitations.
You'll know me one day,
Meanwhile, no lamentations.

As rises the sun,
With certain precision,
And shine do the stars,
Through the vast expansion,

I'll be just like clockwork,
I won't let you down.
When you need someone be to be there,
Know I'll be around.

I sorta needed you, baby.
I kinda wanted you, dear.
I hoped you would call on me,
When you wanted someone near.
I guess it wasn't my time,
And maybe he's who you want.
It's sad that you gave in
To his virtueless vaunt.
These grapes are not sour.
They are sweet on the vine.
My love in undaunted.
Still, here I wait.
I wish that he could make you happy.
He doesn't have what it takes.
The moment you know that,
Then know I await.
From under the viaducts,
And the shadows beyond the stage,
Behind heavy curtains,
Let my love asage.

You know we should crash like the cymbal.
You know we should anger the Sea.
You know that the sky should rumble
In praise of our unity.

I'll keep thinking that I'm next to you,
Cause sometimes thinking is all a man can do.
I'll long for your embrace,
If you would only give me grace,
I would give my world to you.
Per my usual, as of late, these are song lyrics. As I was writing them just now, I felt inspired by The Phantom of the Opera.
Jan 2023 · 132
Easy As Home
Cecil Miller Jan 2023
They say it's where the heart is,
But I don't know
Exactly what my part is,
Which way to grow.

They say it's where the heart is,
But your love has flown,
From it's guilded caging,
And I'm all alone.

It would be so easy
If you come on home.
It would be so easy,
Like a sigh before a moan,
It would be so easy,
If you throw your dog a bone.
It would be so easy,
Easy as home.

Before, the Earth was quaking;
I'm I a one and then you're done?
I'm waking and I'm baking,
And I'm not sure that I'm done.

I miss the nights we’d spend
Together on our own.
Sometimes, the creaking floorboards,
When you'd sneak in, late for home.

All I do is wonder now,
What more can be done
To convince you where your heart should be,
With me here at home.

It would be so easy
If you come on home.
It would be so easy,
Like a sigh before a moan,
It would be so easy,
If you throw your dog a bone.
It would be so easy,
Easy as home.
Song lyrics, I just wrote them.
Dec 2022 · 108
This is bullshit
Cecil Miller Dec 2022
If I cannot write, and edit without this format kicking me to some page asking me to request an invite, though I have been submitting content for nearly a decade,
HelloPoetry can kiss it.

What good are you now?

Fix your glitches and I will consider a reconsolidation.

I'm pretty ****** at the moment.
Nov 2022 · 107
Not a break-up
Cecil Miller Nov 2022
Don't think that I can't see
What lies beneath, what lies beneath.
Don't bother telling lies.
The once held sacred trust
Has long been breached.

And don't you think I'm a fool
That you're playing me for.
I've been giving you forgiveness,
But I've known the score.
Oh I just know that you'll tell me
You won't cheat anymore.
Don't ask me for forgiveness;
I don't have anymore.

There isn't any left to say.
Are you still here?
You should go away.
You should carry on
And live your life without me.
I'm going to carry on with me.

This is not a break-up.
We never truly were together.
Isn't that what you always say?
Are you still here?
You should go away.

Little bitty nothing loves
Are nothing like what is really love.
You've never known how to really love.
And underneath the drama that you're putting out, pointing fingers and deflecting,
Are nothing like the number of divorces in the future that you're sure to have.

Why don't you save it for the judge.
Jul 2022 · 1.2k
Curtain
Cecil Miller Jul 2022
All the seconds that we've wasted
Looking at each other's faces,
Then one day we said, "Hello."
Never close the curtain on this show.

We made friends, then we made love.
We made war, you were above.
You said you were letting go.
You closed the curtain on this show.

The glistening in your corner eye
Becomes a tear that you cry.
I ask you why you have to go.
You close the curtain on this show.

Wall-to-wall the city beats
With hearts and footfalls on the streets.
I'm alone now, they all know.
You've closed the curtain on this show.

Like veins in arms, the avenues
Are winding anywhere, but you.
I wander with no place to go.
You've closed the curtain on this show.

Maybe someday I'll be seen,
Floating stillness in the stream.
Tangled in a bed of stone,
Having closed the curtain on this show.
This isn't about me
Jul 2022 · 95
This Won't Win A Prize
Cecil Miller Jul 2022
You see, I've got the heart of a poet in this chest.
I'll be a writer til they lay me down to rest.
Don't let my words ever die.
Sing them day and night.
Let them keep teaching,
Preaching, reaching...
Crying out for love,
Crying out for life,
Fearing for loss of life,
Because of awareness of mortality.
Inspiration for the hopeless
Gives a sense of immortality.
Nobody really ever wants to face the truth.
The truth is hard to face and if you say it,
You will be chased away because it causes too much pain.
Nobody has really ever said it.
We could all save a lot of trouble; Forego the heartache if we would.

It's not loneliness we dread.
It's the thought of being dead.

Is there enough food for me?
Is there shelter from the elements?
Is there health when I am ill?
Is there warmth in wintry chill?
Is there drink when I am dry?

Would it be aweful if we stopped creating life?
What will it matter when the last heart has beaten for the last time?

Have you never asked these questions in the dark?

Is a life from which you are isolated
In some desolate location
A blessing to your life
Or a mere aberration
Really matter much
When you see it on your screen?
Will you see it in your dreams?
Will you let them fade away,
As we all fade away,
As I will fade away,
As you fade away?
Cecil Miller Aug 2021
All my best friends,
They are in love.
All my best friends,
They gave it up.
They gave the world away
To be in love.

First comes love,
And then comes marriage.
Before or after,
There's a baby carriage.
It's out of a storybook,
And I've already skipped to the end.

You don't need to look at me
That way with your eyes of green.
Underneath the vail of portent,
You know what I mean when I say,

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Living like dearly departed,
Complicated and dominated by fear of fate.
Guess I'd rather sleep in late.

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Shredded like the seas have parted,
Then closed in like a heavy weight,
Then one day the love turns into hate."
this will probably end up being one of my songs when I give it another verse and some arrangement.
Mar 2021 · 463
I Can't Save Your Soul
Cecil Miller Mar 2021
A fever like I'm sinking into the bed
And the pounding of the nails,
The thorns pushed in my head
As I live my life to give
My everything away
Because you said that you needed it,
It's all yours, anyway.

The thunder breaks and you start to cry.
The moaning wind, and I ask you why?
Is the life you're living really all that tough?
Can I give you more?
Will it ever be enough?

I can save your life,
But will I have to let you go,
If I can't solve your riddle?
No, I can't save your soul.

The grind is hard as my blood turns into lead,
Here the ringing of the bells,
I see the flowing color red,
And it's all for you,
And everything I said,
Because I knew that you wanted it.
It's all yours anyway.

The doors are open; you can see outside
Of your guilded cage, you can stay and hide.
Are the lies getting heavy, and it's tough
To keep them straight?
Will I ever be enough?

I can save your life,
But will I have to let you go,
If I can't solve your riddle?
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

No shackles bound you to the perch.
Nov 2020 · 178
Masada
Cecil Miller Nov 2020
Gather, children, near your beds
And listen.
Dim the lights so to your enemies
You don't glisten.
Below this stone, we keep at bay,
And hold them off another day.
We'll never give in.
They'll never win.

They are breaking through the walls of our house.
They're tearing down, tearing down, tearing down.
They are breaking through the walls of our house,
Masada. Masada.
Five minutes, five hours, five days, five months,
And Zealots keep the charge.
960 ways to say you can not have our souls.
Everything is burning but the food.
That we leave to God.
And here we came to God.
Here we came, Masada, came to God.
Here we came to God.
The rooms are burning.
We never could have been counted among your numbers.
Our children never could have been yours.
We never could have served.
And in your lives you'll see our strength.
You die in your defeat,
That is the ghost which echoes in your mind.




Hosted to the sky in this fortress,
God has given
And by God of sky above,
we have been chosen.
Because of might, Rome forces right,
But for all their platitudes and light,
They shall not win.
We'll never give in.

"Overthrow the righteous!," is our cry.
"Capitulation to the state, we'd rather die!"
We keep the soldiers in the Graben,
Now we make our plan.
We know what must be done.
We make our stand.
Our final stand.

Gather, children, at your father's feet,
And of the barley, eat.
Our classmate top this thombroid shall not
Allow for our defeat.
Like a rapacious lion on the scent of blood,
Rome is calling, killing,
Falling many of our kinsman.
Sleep and wake with God,
And with the Great Herod.
The shall not win.
We never gave in.

"Overthrow the righteous!," is our cry.
"Capitulation to the state, we'd rather die!"
We keep the soldiers in the Graben,
Now we make our plan.
We know what must be done.
We make our stand.
Our final stand.

We hear the thunder cracking.
God will rip the sky.
God will set a plague upon them.
Sleep now, stand with I.
Have no fear, He waits Beyond.
Read is not our Kingdom,
Beersheba not our home.
God will comfort, for He guides us.
God, and God alone.
We now not to Rome.
No, Never to Rome.
We'll never give in.
We shall not will.

"Overthrow the righteous!," is our cry.
"Capitulation to the state, we'd rather die!"
We keep the soldiers in the Graben,
Now we make our plan.
We know what must be done.
We make our stand.
Our final stand.
This song has taken many forms, since I wrote it's earliest version in 1994 after watching a history program about the siege of Masada.

I did not quite understand, but now I think I do. I was moved by the courage of this people to retain who they are, even if it meant they had to die in order to win. It was when I first learned what a non-compromising sacrifice for the sake of an idea, even what a phyrric victory meant. The Roman soldiers must have been like a multitude of Zombies to them. Either convert, or die was the choice Rome gave as they spread across the known world. I remember the thought reminded me of the movie, "Night of the Living Dead." (The Zombie genre was not so overrun in the media at the time)
Oct 2020 · 140
Love
Cecil Miller Oct 2020
Love is a moth drawn by a flame,
A sensation turned to pain,
A feeling that cannot abide
Far deep down inside
Where the secrets
Hide from the light of day.

Love is an order I must obey
No matter who the captain may be.
I surrendered my heart
To what lies at the part,
The source of all art
As it basks in the light of day.

Under no stone unturned
Does a yearning there burn.
With never a pause
I belong to a cause.
Life begins when
The soul gives in.

Love in a lion that covets the lamb
And seeks to bring him in the pride,
But never too boastful to turn him away
When can be heard voices on the wind,
That challenge the breeze,
Not in the face of some society.

Love is a refuge, but only for two.
No matter how bright gold will shine.
No other light can shine near as bright,
So keep thoughts of riches out of your mind.
What is will be, so let it be.
Let the song of love ring free.
Surrender your heart
To what lies at the part,
The source of all art.
Basks in the light of day.

Love is emotion that runs out of control,
That takes over, controls.
Sometimes there is reason,
But often no rhyme,
No season nor cadence.
It lies at the part,
Is the source of all art.
Abides in the shadows,
Works like the ox,
Is shrewd like the fox,
Basks in the light of day.
May 2020 · 264
Untrue
Cecil Miller May 2020
Untrue

There's an answer that I'd like to know,
But you don't have to tell me so.
Forgive me if I need forgiving.
Do you need forgiving?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

I never see you round the courtyard.
We used to meet there every single day.
Is there a reason you don't want to see me?
I know your schedule hasn't change.

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

You used to walk right by my side,
And hold my hand throughout the day.
I wonder why you now avoid me?
Why is it now you stay away?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?
A little song about being a lovelorn teen-ager(though I am way past that stage in life)
I wrote in about three minutes
May 2020 · 140
Seriously, though?
Cecil Miller May 2020
Why the **** would I want to sign a card to wish Trump any kind of a birthday when that fat **** is responsible for so much death by ignoring health officials?

I know that adds are needed to keep the site up, but can't there be a little discression. Politics do not unite us. They divide us.
May 2020 · 231
Words Never Spoken
Cecil Miller May 2020
A small white house,
A slamming screen,
A dusty yard
With tatters of green.
In-and-out,
Out I stand.
Seeing and knowing
Who I am.
I am a child.
The sky is clear.
Running, and voices,
That are not clear.
In this memory
I know your name.
I don't yet speak.
I know I love you.
This is about my first memory of my older brother. We weren't raised together. Though we had inly met a few times before he died, I still loved him as if he had always been in my life.
May 2020 · 331
Cold Feet
Cecil Miller May 2020
In this moment when I find
The time to picture you
In lace and white chiffon,

I can almost see as clearly
As the day we said our vows,
When no cloud would dare to cast upon.

Ours seemed to be the only shadows,
And the powder blue sky was gleaming
Like an oracle in your eyes.

To all the universe we proclaimed
Forever, not another name nor hand
Would be yours or mine.

You were called to Eden,
or to Heaven or to where all angels go.
I remained here alone, and grieving,
But as it will, on; my life would go.

I somehow know you approve,
I feel it, how you understand.
How she makes me feel, it's not the same,
But pure in another way.

I never could replace you,
And you know I'll love you always,
But it's time for your memory
To give my hand away.

No the yellow sun is shining,
And the guests are nearly pining
For event, a nuptual recital - she and me.

Faithful I shall be to her,
As faithful as you always were,
And honest as a good husband should be.

Perhaps she will not betray my love, and Leave my side to take the hand of shadow, as did you

Beyond the sparse hedgerow of near tomorrow, I cannot tell what is to come.

******* it, anyway...
And bless this union in the sight of these,
Thy congregation.
I have no idea who the hell I was when I wrote this one.
May 2020 · 235
Hoosegow
Cecil Miller May 2020
Hoosegow

Get down in time,
With Clemintine,
You'll have a chicken,
Sausage, feta omlett,

At breakfast time,
Or when the water's fine,
When it's time to go,
You gotta do what you can to...

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get.
If they are against you they will lose that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Each for his own,
Each king his own.
Every rolling stone,
Gets down in the hoosegow.
Just something I've been working up. It's sort of my answer to Jailhouse Rock
May 2020 · 817
Must-a Been My Voodoo
Cecil Miller May 2020
I see you changed your tune
Fast as phazes of the moon

So true,
That you

Should-a seen it comin',
Should-a heard the hummin

Right through,
Bright blue...


Must-a been my voodoo
Cause I sure did do it to you.

Oh you,
You're through.

You're through.

Must-a been my voodoo
Cause I sure did do it to you.

Oh you,
You're through

I can cross the river
'Bout-a any time I feel.
Nothing's gonna be a break
A-slowing down my wheel.
I'm gonna take you out
Any time I want
And it won't cost a pretty dime
Because inside of you, I haunt.
I have a few brief pieces of verse to post this morning. I hope they get read.
May 2020 · 301
Nature's Symphony
Cecil Miller May 2020
A tremble in the stillness
Disturbs the reflecting glows
Presages a message from the gently
   disturbed surface,There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
A peaceful song upon my life.
Almost called Natural Symphony, but I love the thought of nature personified.
May 2020 · 201
Coping Mechanism
Cecil Miller May 2020
There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
I hope it reaches some people in  sentimental places
May 2020 · 213
Favorite Memory
Cecil Miller May 2020
Of all my days and nights,
This will be my favorite.
I will carry it with me,
As long as life will let me.
When I am feeble and fading,
I will hope to hold on to it.
It is my favorite memory of you.

Of all my days and nights,
This will hurt me most.
I cannot let it slip away;
Life will not let me.
Now you are feeble and fading,
I have still my favorite
Memory to help me through.
The night I took a break from my novel is the same night I wrote most of my entres this morning. I hope some of them are good.
May 2020 · 167
Seven Tenets
Cecil Miller May 2020
There are seven tenats to the overall objective.
The goal is of little consequence.
The method is in the madness.

Far beyond the daylight's green and anchored at the bay of sorrow
Is the vessel from which the captain
must be liberated from the responsibilities of his post.

It dances in the ocean of air
When it manifests to my eyes.
The humming in my ears is a pulse.
I am entertained.
It explodes like a multitude of suns.

I am no more.

I am forevermore.
I'm not quite sure what to make of this one. When I try to read it aloud, it rolls off the tongue with the ease of a well-globbed *** of phlegm.
May 2020 · 133
Hello, Good-bye
Cecil Miller May 2020
His name escapes me.
We were getting just about
As high as we could ever be.
In my heart I had a longing,
I was missing what was my own.
I was thinking how I loved you,
So I asked to use the phone.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.

You had given all yourself away,
Except the part that was for me.
There is a secret part inside
That no-one knows for us will always be.
No matter what you think or what I say,
Inside your light could be my only home.
The days and nights last endlessly,
Winding on forever since I called you on the phone.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.

The years roll on, and I'm still alone
I stand alone, I have no home.
I have no love, but for the love
I save it up, I can't give it up.
I'll never know another's touch,
The cold inside, it hurts so much.
I meet you passing by in life.
I hold it in, and I tell a lie.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.
I wrote this the other night.  I've been busy with other projects and don't write poetry as often as I did before. I have been working on a novel. I submit first draft in brief chapters to my facebook timeline. Pm me if you are interested in looking them over. The genres are serial melodrama(think telenovella)mystery and horror.
May 2020 · 143
Speak To Me
Cecil Miller May 2020
The blanket of night
Covers the land.
The silky smooth flesh
Covets the hand.
The sound of trumpets
Plays from afar
In the twinkling light
Of a falling star.

I hear a name.
It sounds like my own,
And my voice that beckons,
Though I am alone.
The coursing of blood
Inside my veins
Is my only companion,
My only companion.

Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.

I sit up in bed.
I reach for the lamp.
I've sweat so much.
The sheets are damp.
Do I hear laughter
Out in the hall?
Is something else coming
When the darkness falls?

The crackling thunder
Rips through the sky.
A roaring of wind,
Like my nerves, on high.
Nobody can hear,
But I this voice in my head.
It shakes to my core.
It's heavy like lead.

Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.


Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.
I was bored, so I regressed. The results were these lyrics.
Aug 2019 · 450
Under Cover of Night
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
I was between boy and man.
Had no direction, but I wanted to stand.
On solid ground, only had quicksand.

One night I pulled from the bone.
There was a voice like my own.
I didn't feel quite so alone.
I tried to flex, but I wasn't fully grown.

I was a member, but just an ember,
I was an elemental, I was fire.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

They never knew what to do with me.
When I look back, it wasn't easy.
I tried to be how they said I should be.
There was no way that it ever could be.

One time I thought I might be alright.
Then I picked someone else's fight.
I gladly gave my time in the light.
And I went back under the cover of night.

I was a sinner, but I was a winner.
I was eternal, I was fire.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

Behind the moonwalk,
Long before the swelling sea,
The riverbank was eroding,
Crumbling like the memory
Of my only dream.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

I was a renagade, I slipped from the iron cage.
I was insane, crazed,
Steered by the moon's phase.
I had a long way to crawl.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
I wrote this early this morning, August 22, 2019 in about 30 minutes.

It's a basic structure of a song. It's not especially innovative. It is autobiographical, somewhat. You have to know me to know my psychoanalizing phrazes. Read the poem; read the poet.
Aug 2019 · 196
Hope
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
Ravaging cyan,
That crashing and ever changing
Wetness that is life,
Is the very monster filled vast cup Wherein is tossed about until, alas;
Your sepulcre is reposed to a gentle shore.
I just wrote this brief piece tonight. It is a companion to the painting in my profile, which I also created and was the first painting I sold.
Aug 2019 · 327
Study Long, Study Wrong
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
Sometimes I want to hold.

Sometimes I want to be held.

I'd rather not ruminate upon her face, study it on the canvas in my mind, because I am reminded of the distance between us, separated by seas of immeasurable volume, not unlike my fidelity.

No placemarker could ever feel the same.

There has never been such serenity as the time she let my fingers play in her hair, and dance along her forhead, while she was resting beside me in a bed that was too large for the room.

Did she feel the quickening of my pulse? My recess was not timorous, but rather love, respect, and desire to be who she needed.

It was later that I learned
I waited long and lost my turn.

Energy never dies,
But it changes like the ocean tide.
Like I, evaporated to the sky.

Like she, wonderment in definition."
I wrote the poem this afternoon. The title is just because I cannot think of a decent one. I get busy so I don't write as much poetry as I used to.
May 2019 · 366
Periods of Elipsis
Cecil Miller May 2019
It's like a round-about, around and 'round.
Everything that goes up must come crashing down.
It should be easy like a certain fate.
I've never even asked you out on a date, cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Well okay,
I see you over there,
And I wonder what's that scent you wear.
I see,
There's a glimmer in your smile for me.
But our harlequin romance ain't ever gonna be,
Cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Ah, ah, ah, ah,
La, la, la...
For better or worse,
We're differently cursed.

What they're saying is probably true.
I could never be what's good for you.
Of all the lives on Earth you come into mine,
And struck by something sort of love
I'm going blind, but...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Never gonna be in touch with each other
In the way that a lover touches another,
Never gonna know it, we won't say it,
We won't show it, cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...
I just wrote this in one sitting. I'll put it to chords later. A contemporary song in the making.
Feb 2019 · 212
The Frey
Cecil Miller Feb 2019
Since the fury,
Since the rage,
Know you'll never be the same.
See that lightning stikes
Only once
in a life,
Except a lucky few
Who get another
Chance or two.
So the storm
Is like the sage,
In the way it clears the day
In sweeping strokes
Across the sky
So the darkness
Is gone,
And soon begins another day.
There's little time to say
All things
That you'd ever have to.
You'd better get it under way.
Nothing waits forever.
The deluge is at the frey.
Cecil Miller Jan 2019
She had a sort of beauty that gets taken for granted.
Other than that,
Nothing seemed special about the lady.

He had model composure
That didn't shake too easily.
Anyone could look
Up to him,
This man that boys would want to be.

They were the perfect couple,
Too sweet too even envy.
There never was a moment
When they didn't seem carefree.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right.

She was quaint in all she would say
When out to lunch.
Nothing was mentioned of her long sleeves.

She'd never break the bubble
Of the illusion that they
Created especially
For all the world to see.

The light would always find them
From the way they beemed
In daytime spectacular
Whereever they might be.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right

And all he wanted from her
Was a bit of levity
In gentle bits of laughter
But her love was never true.

There was never a time
When he didn't see the truth.
She was too good for him,
And he would always loose.

Why did she look upon him?
He gave security.
He gave her all he had all through the time.
He would never ever measure up to size.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right

The children understood
Though no-one knew they could.
It was so normal for them,
Night after scary night.

And once upon a time
Was nothing but a dream
The over flowing ocean of love
Was trickling like a stream
Through tainted territory
Surrounded by a shroud,
Encompanied by sounds of
Screaming through the walls.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right

Nobody saw the signs.
Or if they did they let it go.
Nobody would have believed
The way their story'd go.

They were those aweful gunshots.
The children slept right through.
They say she must have drugged them.
She had a job to do.

The note she left them
Told all the world their fate.
She took her husband with her
Beyond the living gate.

The secret lives, discovered.
But moments much too late.
So much is still unanswered,
When the night sees light of day.

When the night sees light of day.
When the night sees light of day.
When the night...
This song is about violence in the home.
I am writing a book. Part of my procesd is writing poems and lyrics to the soundtrack in my head as the events in the story unfold.
Jan 2019 · 675
Birth
Cecil Miller Jan 2019
I followed the trades to the center of Mecca,
Maybe looking for my soul.

All I found in the people around,
Were pieces of what made the whole.

I searched in the sun for the purest light,
But my eyes could never see.

The hollowness inside my every thought
Was a hunger I couldn't feed.

There was a rubble in the sands of time,
It all turned upside down.

Suddenly I was under the water,
And hearing not a sound.

Everything was nothing then the moment came,
When everything was alight.

An opening of eyes, there was clarity,
I was passing through the light.

I can still remember serenity,
When I was safe inside the arms.

All I knew was comfort and love in the moment,
There were no alarms.

I didn't know that I was fragile,
Or an aging ghost of an old man yet to come.

I only knew in the moment that I never knew a moment,
Or where the next was from.

It would last forever, in this familiar place
Where I might have been before.

Because I recognise the light,
But not the purest light that was vacant at its core.
Written Jan 14th, 2019

Now this might offend some people, but this isn't my intention. How is it that someone could post one or two whiney lines about some break up and it winds up all over the front page, however, when effort is put into a piece of work, to create something of a poetic nature it goes by hardly noticed?
I mean, writing a one line diary entry to cry about getting dumped is not poetic. Put some effort into your art, a little structure or something. Some creative turn of phrase. Anything that is metophoric, or oximoronic might work, also. Otherwise, it might be an honest feeling that's going to get some sympathy likes, but there is nothing creative in simply declairing a broken heart. Even if it is very brief, without structure, saying something like "I'm not good enough," is not poetic or musical. Without more content, I wouldn't call it prose. At best it might be a brief, singular undetailed narative. Then hashtag some trendy words that usually have little to do with the entry. It's just doesn't make this site seem fit for decent writers.
So try this: poets, take your singular line and dual lined entries and see if you can construct an actual poem with some rhythm. An online thesaurus might help some of you when you want to rhyme, or when you don't because poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Very, very seldom does one phrase make a poetic statement. How many times can people praise, "my boyfriend dumped me" one liners before they get eye-rolly and cynical? Let's ask Mr. Owl to lick the tootsie roll.
Dec 2018 · 604
Ten Minutes
Cecil Miller Dec 2018
Ten minutes til the perculator
Brings me from grime to grind.
And in the morning stars are setting,
As soon the sun will rise...

On a world that I hate to hate.
On a world that loves to hate me.
I have to go outside and want to die.
I cannot stay in and hide.

There are monsters in the field
And they've got the taste of blood.
There is no end in sight.
I cake my face with mud.

They always know to find me,
Though I move in patterns, rare.
Deep inside, I turn inside,
I deny dispair.

I know I'll never beat them.
I avoid, but can't back down.
And so I'll take the beating,
But I'll try to rend their skin.

I know just how they see me.
The same as they did then.
Silent words that we all know
Do not go unknown for sin.

The time has metered nothing.
It hasn't changed a thing.
If authority lets loose it's leash,
The dogs would gnash again.

The eyes upon me see distainly
What they want to hurt.
Only, just, to keep alive
What every monster wants.

Ten minutes til the perculator
Has darkly roasted beans,
That was ground into powder,
Like the bullets in my lean.

The night will soon be like
A blanket ripped from me
To show me in the basking light
For all the world to see.

They'll say that I'm a monster.
I always was so strange.
I was a trouble-maker, boiler maker
And the only one to blame.

They'll say I was a bad seed.
When all of them do know
The type of horror that befell
From the monsters long ago.

In times of triumph I did learn
How best to bide the time.
They think I'm so predictable.
They're thinking colorblind.

For all the worth of quiet,
And to rest this savage pain,
And retribute the misery,
(It won't happen again)

And yet you'll cry for justice.
Say it's never served.
If you used measured all they put on me,
They'll get what they deserve.

The victim becomes monster,
The world fears the marters more
Than any of the heathan clan...
Ten minutes, nothing more.
I wanted to write something provacative and edgy. I also wanted to empathize with another point of view. I think if it polarizes, that's a fair reaction.
Cecil Miller Nov 2018
I don't play silly games.
I've got no time for that.
Courting's a childish thing.
I'm listening, if we're talking it out.

You don't need to build me up,
But you need confidence.
I care, but not for ego
All sad and mad and stout.

I don't do romance.
I don't do flattery.
I don't blow rings of smoke.
When I say, "I love you," you'll know,
Cause I don't do romance.
Don't jump through fiery rings.
I don't need testiments.
If you love me, you love me; that's it.

You'll know that I am real
When I'm with you through the years.
I'm not a deity.
You're not God's gift to all.

Let's keep it on the level.
Let's not keep any of
The lies that people tell;
When truth could have said it all.

I don't do romance.
I don't do flattery.
I don't blow rings of smoke.
When I say, "I love you," you'll know,
Cause I don't do romance.
Don't jump through fiery rings.
I don't need testiments.
If you love me, you love me; that's it.

If you want a fairytale you need to pick up a book.
Those stories are always cheesy,
And they fill the world with expectations that are never met,
Cause happy ever after ain't always easy.

I'll love with all my heart
All things you are to me.
I won't promise more than I am.
I don't need saving grace.

You won't have to keep me home.
I'll know where I belong.
You'll be my equal lover.
We'll not be saving face.

I don't do romance.
I don't do flattery.
I don't blow rings of smoke.
When I say, "I love you," you'll know,
Cause I don't do romance.
Don't jump through fiery rings.
I don't need testiments.
If you love me, you love me; that's it.
I don't know why the jeopardy question title seems right for this one, but it does. Per Usual, this is a song. It has three verses, a refrain, and a bridge. It's pretty straight up.
Nov 2018 · 339
My Greatest Gift
Cecil Miller Nov 2018
There's a feeling deep inside of me,
Something tells me I should be ashamed.
I can't shake what's gotten hold of me.
It's a thing that won't be tamed.

Oh, and I know, I know I know
Rationality has gone astray.
My greatest gift is that I love her,
Even though she's gone away.

Midnight is just another time that I consider
Just how blessed I truly am.
Not everybody gets to know
The love I feel for that gone ma'am.

Can you tell me of another love
Story quite as true and quite as blue?
I really don't think, don't think you can,
My man.
The woman I love has gone with you.

Well, you know I love that woman,
Even though, even though she ain't no good.
She's gonna put you through some rhythms.
Then, she's gonna but you through some blues.

I won't deny the pretty pain,
Because I'd take her back, I tell you true.
She's gonna put you through some rhythms.
Then, she's gonna put you through some blues.
Good ol southern rhythm and blues.
I jotted it in one sitting in about 15 minutes after a groovy ride home which closed out an amazing week-end that I don't think even a broken heart could shade.
Nov 2018 · 385
You'll Say It Then
Cecil Miller Nov 2018
I'd like to see
The tears
you're crying

When they carry
My body
Away.

I'd like to know
You should
Have loved me

When you could have
Had
Your say.

I want lots of
Arms
to comfort

And help you
Get through
The grief.

I'd like to see
The tears
You're crying

When you could
Have said
Your peace.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

I'd like to see
The tears
You're crying

When you
Are feeling
Your pain.

Make
It all
about you

When it all
Comes back
Again.

When
The choir
Is singing

It won't be
Because
I'm gone

I'd like to see
The tears
Your crying

And know
You know
You were wrong.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

Can you tell me how
You love me now?
Can you let the secret out of Pandora's box?

I want your friends
To be
around

I want
You to
have fun

But first
The truth
Will eat you

For what
You've left
undone.

Some
Might say
It's better

That you
Are spared
Some pain.

I
Had lived
Not knowing

If I
Was loving
You in vain.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.
Love takes courage. A lot of people just can't seem to express how they feel until it's too late. This song is not about death. It's about never having lived. (No, it is not auto-biographical)
Oct 2018 · 1.3k
Ode to a vow
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Take comfort,
We are favored
By heaven
And by nature.

Love has come to you, and
Love has come to me.
I see your pulchritude.
It shines from inside of you.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Your fragrant
Flowing hair
Like wheat
Upon the air...

You are a gift to me,
A cosmic mystery,
Enigmatic.
I take thee.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow out at sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Our sigual links unyeilding bond.
You are the only one
I'd ever give my love.
You're the one that makes me happy,
Sappy like a heavy bow.

I shouldn't be without you.
I'll never have a doubt about you;
And now I know your mine.
I'm yours completely, love is fine.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide
I just felt like scribing a wedding song. I do my most prolific writing in early morning. This was completeled in one drafting.
Oct 2018 · 244
Placemarker
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
Get out of my chair
Oct 2018 · 750
Bad One
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
I've been on the edge of my seat
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

Where is love and raising hell;
Spitting fire in a cheap motel;
Angry friction in the eyes
Of desire, and fearless rides
On wheels of fury in the night
That burn the roads and holds me tight?

Cover me with intoxication
Like a sheath of skin over blade.

Where is greed and desperation,
And running from them to each other?
I remember when the living was real,
And the passion was always a thrill,
Anchored in the pounding hearts
That were bound to top the charts.

Blowing wilder than the wind,
I'm never going home again.

I've been on the edge of my seat,
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

Is love born out of some kind of need?
Is the feeling still somewhere in me?
I need to be a bullet fired
Entangled in what has transpired,
And wispered like a scream on fire.
Climbing night time rage and wire,
Two for one and sacred pyer.
Acid venom and supplier.

Running like a theif in the night
Hiding in the briar from the light.

I've been on the edge of my seat,
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

...And it's fast.

...And it's strong.

...And it's done.

...And it's gone.
I wrote this just this early morning and in one sitting. One question, When I shared it to my facebook account, the word "hell" was automatically redacted - why? Fix it. I edit and censor myself enough as it is.
There is a variation of two cadences in this one that don't always fall into a sequencial format. As my writing style is kind of free-flowing; musical and organic, it just turns out that way.
I haven't set it to music exactly, but as I hear it in my head, it is definately going to be a song.
I'm into bad ones.
Oct 2018 · 2.5k
Honey
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
You've got a lot to learn now, honey.
You ought to take it slow,
But please don't take forever, honey.
We've got a ways to go
Here on this road to nowhere, honey,
And nothing in between.
Maybe we'll last forever, honey,
Unless we're too obscene.

Timewise, I don't have much too spare
On property, that's not my fare.
Little bits of lost lives; stolen,
Given to the egos; swollen.
I understand security,
I'm my arms, secure you'd be.

Maybe you don't need protection, honey.
But, still, it could be nice to know.
I'd lay my coat down for you, honey,
To bridge the puddles in the road.
Whenever we are elemental, honey,
I'd shield you from the chilly wind.
And raise the walls and ceilings, honey,
To build the house of fire again.

We could sail the oceans blue,
Or a rapid river in a canoe.
Sacred are the hearts of two
Who syncronise the avenue.
I can fix when you have need,
And you can fit my heart, indeed.

The letter of the risen law, honey,
Cannot dam the rushing flood
Of power you have over me, honey
I'm feeling mighty good.
Don't take advantage, honey.
Don't pass a good thing by.
We got some synergy, honey.
All good things will come in time.

Only if we hesitate,
There is a time when love is late.
Maybe love might come again.
Maybe no heart ever wins.
Maybe hearts in hand will soar.
Lesson one: I love *******.
I started writing these verses to a rhythm in my head. I haven't set it to music, yet. I hear it as a moderate pace in the longer verses, and a warbling, pooring like honey in the shorter verses. (Hence, the title Honey)
Cecil Miller Aug 2018
I was taken a-back
By a memory
Of a sweet, sweet face
From long ago.

I can't find that place
Within me.
I wonder where and when
Did it go.

Dallas ain't the place
That I want to be,
But New Orleans ain't the same,
As before.

My heart doth break
For my one true love,
But I can't love
Anymore.
I started writing a new song with my guitar tonight. Making music is fun.

I'm going to call this one "I Can't Love Anymore." This is is only one verse. I'm dropping it here to keep track, cause the internet never forgets.

Northwest Louisiana, let's start a band.
Aug 2018 · 1.1k
Automatic Writing
Cecil Miller Aug 2018
I'm so unique nobody could be me.
The words I say reflect what I see.
I know you; I know what you're thinking.
I see the light, but I don't know why it's shining.

Sometimes, I know, I get too upset
When wrestling with the puzzles that are in my head.
My heart could love, if not for the dread.
It's like a blade that's doing me a chining.

But I can't blame it on the rock-and roll,
It's the only thing that keeps me whole,
Lord knows, it's the only, only thing that's holy.
No you can't say I'm like the other guys,
I was living large before it was fashion wise.
You know, the angels treaded far behind me lightly.

The gossamer was endless and nestling to all it neared.
The tingling within the earth let usher forth a worthless beauty to every person of it's time; but which was to be unknowingly priceless to the lives yet to come.

And the prophet cried before the day he realized he was to die, the hour before he was to find...

Relief.

The automatic writing happens when you give it up,
And you never even know the meaning til it comes to pass.

But divination is a gift, even as the gossamer blinds your eyes.

And the fiber dissolves into the nullity.

When then spasm has become as the tapered wind, there is left but nothing.
The first stanza has been written for decades and been used in several pieces I have written. The rest was written tonight, as I was staring into the mirror this morning to look a little deeper. Much is still a mystery. Who knows?
Jul 2018 · 839
By The Time
Cecil Miller Jul 2018
By the time
This is through,
I'll be
Far from you,
But not the memory
Of every single thing
You've done to me.
See, I won't be free.

Here's the deal
That is real
No matter what you say,
I bleed this very day.
Nothing's sealed.
I'm not healed.
I just don't talk about
The wounds anymore.

By the time
You are mad,
I'll be
Looking back
Won'dring if you're coming
After me to do to me
What you do to me.
See, I won't be free

Here's the deal
That is real
No matter what you say
I bleed this very day.
Nothing's sealed.
I'm not healed.
I just don't talk about
The wounds anymore.

By the time
You are through,
I'll be
Still trying to
Erase the scars of every single thing
You've done to me.
See, I won't be free.

Here's the deal
That is real
No matter what you say
I bleed this very day.
Nothing's sealed.
I'm not healed.
I just don't talk about
The wounds anymore.
I just wrote this, tonight, in one sitting.
Don't judge too harshly.
I get dark when I am hungry.
Scars, we all have them. We all give them.
May 2018 · 535
SWM seeks closure
Cecil Miller May 2018
The ageless plight of persistant awakening,
Thoughts protruding into my every day,
The restless inner noise of ruminations,
Rustling windy bow-quaking wispers,  remain.

The restling of memory spurs a conversation with the past
Concerning things I have done,
As I recourse for resolution within the recollection.
I'm just playing around with a bit of alliteration this morning. I figure the proverbial inner monologue is just as good a topic as any.
Apr 2018 · 468
Prose
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
My memories look faded, like old instant develope polaroid film in a photo album. Today, pictures are almost all digital, and more vibrant, than real time. I wonder; how will the future memories of today's young children look? Is their vision of the future as cloudy my own?
This is a brief paragraph I may use as part of another piece of work someday.

It functions well as it's own little thought - I think.
Apr 2018 · 598
Specs of Loveliness
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why doesn't he know it?

They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.

They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not gay.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.

You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
I was practicing my guitar, then heared about three seconds of a catchy commercial jingle that was kind of upbeat and decided to write something kind of whimsical.

This is in the tradition of 1960's pop rock songs like The Beetles might have inspired. The homage was unintentional.

I wrote it in about 20 minutes on april 22nd in the early morning when all was quiet.
Apr 2018 · 529
Age of Angels
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
I've been around long enough to know
That a good man's word ain't as good as gold,
No matter what he says;
But there are exceptions.
I'm not one.

Well I've been waiting for while on a comeback line,
Avoiding the sting of a bottle of rye.
Come on,
Whatd'ya say?
Let's put the blues away.

Cause when your out of heart,
You need some hope to start
To learn to love again.
You need someone to step out on faith,
No matter what you've done;
To be given a chance
To live at last.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let it be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

I've been around a block or a few,
And I've learned of little things that a man can do
To get out of himself.
Some maybe perfect,
But I'm not one.

I've been thinking bout getting on time,
Getting in step with the pretty eyes,
Come on,
Whatd'ya say,
And you can have your way.

I surrender to you tonight,
I give myself to your loving light.
I'm yours to love again.
I need you to take a leap of faith
No matter what we've gone.
Let's give ourselves a chance
To live at last.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let us be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

Can't you see the future now?
I can.
I can see the meadow beyond this fence
That I built on mistakes,
And we went wrong ever since.
But that was then,
And this is now.
Love is how.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let love be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like your pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.
Writen in two sessions last night and this morning, this was meant to be a country song, but the construct is so liberal it could accomodate any musical facility.
Apr 2018 · 474
Helio
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
He wipes the dried flakes of soil from his face as he comes to life.
He is called to his task in the air.
Rises, he rises.
With tireless love he takes his chair.

Angels touch his skin
Which glistens in the golden glow
Of an orb that burns eternal,
Or as long as lives a soul.

A new day begins
When Helio pulls the sun
In the employment of Saturn
For the service of all and one.

Would the world get by without him?
Would the day be ever long?
He never pauses to wonder
When he pulls his chariot along.

There never is a day
He thinks they should give praise.
Love means that he does the task
Without a question to be raised.

Rarely given Helio
Is a thanking for the light;
For bringing them the sun
Until the time of night.
I wrote this poem about the sun just now.
It really is a metaphore, an ode to those people among us who perform their tasks in service to others with selfless intent.
Mar 2018 · 657
Sopping Rags
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Your crusty new day eyes
Have long been opened wide.
You're not at home.
You're out in the world,
Where I can't hurt you.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse for it.

I've no right to write
What your heart has kept inside;
I can't be forgiven.
Though I'm no longer your monster,
I am your ghost.
Sometimes, I bet I'm screaming in your dreams.

I caused pain and much despair.
And I know it's too late to save our past.
But hopefully these few lines
Can spare other lives from similar despair.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse...

And it weighs on me
Like sopping rags
That cling to my body
When caught out in the storm.
I thought this was going to be a country song. It is not.
Mar 2018 · 1.0k
CMA2018
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Where were you when country music performers did not make political statements?
Did you stand or kneel when they sang, "God Bless the U.S.A."?
If the south would have won, would we really have had it made?
If you don't plan to take a stand, what are all hidden stockpiled rapidfire rifles for?
No wonder you won't talk about current events.
You have been silenced in so many debates.
Seeing how the republican officials are doing, I wouldn't want to talk about it either if I were you.
We hate to say we told you so,
But we did.
I loath hypocrisy
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
A cry for battle
Issues forth from your wicked mouth,
And finds a way to my ear.
I accept the challenge.
I will break your heart.

When darkness you need,
I will cast a light
Upon your duplicity
And broadcast your faithlessness
Into the dark of a stormy night.

The snow globe will shatter,
The one you keep on the end of a ceptor as you prim over golden walls laden with your uselessness.

Sidelong glances await you,
And shouts from the street,
Though not the one you want.

Anger will crack your face. Nobody will care.
Solidity has melted away from all the heat;
and you’ll retreat
Down into a hole to hide
With all the crawlers,
But even they will not abide
Because of your lies.
They won't sympathize
With your short eyes.
Wrote a poem about it, like to read it, hear it go.
Mar 2018 · 566
Let Me Dream of Love
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Let me dream of love;
Let me dream of love tonight.
Sometimes fantasy can be
Greater than reality.

Let me dream of love tonight.
Let me hold a body tight.
Let me gaze into some eyes
That are kind and beautiful and wise.

Let me dream of love tonight,
Though it may not be real,
No matter how it may feel.
It will not be mistaken for a lie.
Some of my favorite poems are little songs I make up while in the shower.
I composed this and then wanted to get it on the site before it slipped away as so many tidbits often do. (I'm still in my towel) 3/11/2018 6:35pm

p.s. there is a rock festival happening outside my window, so of course I would have music on my brain.
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