I have this Coin here in my pocket
That I pull out when there's a need
If I told you it was magic
At that point would you believe
It's been passed down from generations
Hand to hand it is smooth and bright
A ceremony few have witnessed
And now the Silver Coin is mine
I don't abuse the Coins good fortune
Wishing for that which money can buy
There's so much more that is important
That the Coin's used for in life
The Coin warms in my pocket
When I get close to where I best can serve
Fulfilling the Silver Coins purpose
In a simple action or a kindly word
Is the Coin really magic
Or just a reminder to do what's right
Do you have a Coin in your pocket
That you count on like I do mine
When I am old and gray like my Father
I will pass the Coin to the next in line
So it will continue to bring forth justice
To those less fortunate than you and I
Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the mist.
Lunging buffalo shoulder,
Lean Indian face,
We who come after where you are gone
Salute your forms on the new nickel.
On the prairie:
The surface is silver with a cold edge;
the sides gather dust.
Place a warm finger over the surface,
indent the shape into my skin.
Drag the coin over the table’s surface,
listen to the undefinable screech.
A series of tunes following the pattern,
painting music with a coin.
Bound to the table, it becomes
impossible to pick up.
One final song as it is dragged across
the table once again.
I have the five pence in my palm,
now what can I buy with it?
It's sad yes I know
But everyone has their
The side we keep locked up
The side that keeps
Strong enough not to fall
But to fight with
Or is it just too human
Is our other side
Who we really were meant to be
I am not one
But one side of this coin that I am
Keep calling me
Keep throwing my heart to the ground
the coin doesn't flip over
It is. Obsession
It is. Denial
Of the truth
It is. Death
Chasing after you.
Be it. Unfaithful
The promise made
Be it. Hatred
Of who you are
It is not. The end
You are not dead
It is not. Worthy
To make amends
The coin. Rattling
Inside your head
The coin. Fiend
And deceitful friend
Will not stop.
Will not stop.
Will not stop.
Until your dead
And I love you
We love you
God loves you
So forget the numb
Feel the world
And it's misery
Feel the life
And all it's blessings.
Because I've made
the same mistakes
And now I'm so
Because of the choices I've made
And let me tell you coin is not the way.
I flip the coin
heads I jump
tails I step down
I know its silly to leave my life up to a flip of a coin
but what else can I do
they tell me its silly to kill yourself
over people and lies
over hating yourself and your life
they say its silly to want to die
because to them our life looks
and they say the words,
'lonely in a crowed room'
make no sense
but if you have grew in my skin
and looked at the world as if you are a viewer
or if you felt no one wants you around
that those words are one of the most truthful things you could ever here
and when they say,
'the mirror doesn't lie'
you believe it
because what you see is
someone that you want to die
someone who you have tried to kill for who knows how many years
and as the coin drops
I see what side faces up
yet I still jump
(True Friends on either side)
we can walk, spring from the knees and loudly talk.
We can dream, say what we will to the sky we scream.
Let us teach, learn from each other how far to reach.
Let us seek, a comfortable place for our wine on the beach
Say you would, follow me to nowhere on a rock and roll sleigh.
I say I would, move as your shadow to be at your aid.
Alexis J. Meighan