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Brody Blue Sep 29
What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can you say that no tongue can tell?
Brody Blue Sep 3
The bell buried the day.
For whom it tolled played: "jingle-jangle",
While the hangman all but prayed
God made a single neck to strangle.
We mingled at the gallows
Till the marshal called a name.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

Upon the figure walking up
The steps we fixed our gaze.
He stopped at the trapdoor
Like a mouse that’s ran the maze.
Yonder came a whistle  
At the station from the train.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Yesterday you smoked away
Another’s final breath.
Today you pay the fine in full
For that life with your death.”
He bothered not to silence out
The plea he cried in vain.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Where there are many winners,
There are just as many losers.
You faced the judge and jury,
Now you face your executioner.”
The marshal then keyed off his cuffs
And they fell with a clang.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.  

“So unto heaven from your feet,      
You’d better raise your head.
Now’s the time to choose what words
Will be the last you said.”
But he left no final word
Other than the song he sang.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Let judgement run like
Righteous waters mighty as the stream!”
The crowd began to stomp their feet.
At fate the dead man screamed.
The marshal gave the hangman
A command and he was hanged.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.
Brody Blue Aug 30
I knew from the day we met
The past had closed its curtain. 
But if I made you mine today,
Tomorrow stayed uncertain. 

But if you stick around,
Paradise will have been found;
I'll never let you down,
If you stick around. 

Now we are together
With forever still to go. 
Who I’d be if you left me,
I don’t want to know. 

But if you stick around,
Paradise will have been found;
I'll never let you down,
If you stick around. 

If there comes a day
It hurts for you to stay,
I'll bite my tongue
And let you go your way. 

But if you stick around,
Paradise will have been found;
I'll never let you down,
If you stick around.
A song for Matt & Taylor.
Brody Blue Aug 29
Maybe in your world
You feel no pain,
And cry no tears
Beneath the rain.
Maybe in your world,
Stones gather moss,
And love’s labor lost
Is just a sunken cost.

Maybe in your world,
You waste away the years
Giving hostages to fortune,
Taking counsel of your fears;
Maybe in your world,
You waddle down the halls
Of man and god and law,
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Maybe in your world,
Your resolution soars:
That the cause of peace
Calls for an act of war.
Maybe in your world,
You openly rejoice
To support the revolution
Of illusion of choice,

Maybe in your world,
Justice, you’ve been sold,
Is giving what is owed
Back one hundred fold.
Maybe in your world,
The benefit of doubt
Is for god to give the innocent
When he has sort em out.

Maybe in your world,
You’ll serve no time;
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
Maybe in your world,
But not in mine.
Brody Blue Aug 19
Everyday you say that someday
Far away you’re gonna fly,
Like a little bird that sings
Till it don’t mean a thing.
Good luck with that goodbye.

Then early in the morning,
You up and pulled out on the sly,
And threw away in threes
The love that came from me.
Good luck with that goodbye.

And even though I saw it coming,
Tell me: what was I to do?
Other than pretend that all the lies
You said to me were true?

In two my heart is broken,
But I can’t find a tear to cry.
Nothing is to gain
When nothing helps the pain.
Good luck with that goodbye.

Time to time, I’ve prayed for vengeance;
Tooth for tooth and eye for eye.
But when the heart forsakes,
Just as soon, it breaks.
Good luck with that goodbye.

And even though you’ve got it coming,
Tell me: what would that make you?
Other than another broken hearted
Soul that’s down and blue?

So if you're happier with someone
Who believes your every lie:  
Bless you all the way,
To your judgement day;
Good luck with that goodbye.
Brody Blue Aug 10
Slay the lion, slay the hydra,
Take away the hind’s horn,
For the fourth one, bag a boar,
Clean the stables  till you’re sore.
Give your word to slay the birds,
Swear to tame that cretan bull,
Ride the mares plum out of fuel,
And grip a little lighter the hip of Hippolyta,
Grab the girdle, jump the hurdle,
Steal the cattle from the fool,
And pray the beast won’t get the feast
He wishes of your skull.
And even if the apples
Aren’t as gold as ones you've known,
Never mind! Cut the vine!
Reap! Before that Titan goes!
But that distant thunder rolling
And the lightning all around,
Let it part before you start
Toward the triple-headed hound.
A song about labor.
Brody Blue Jul 22
There may come a time
When I go out of my mind,
Lest I see a light
From above shine thru,
And all renewed ‘neath the sun;
Then the sky may fall...

Summer’s turned to fall,
And soon will come winter-time,
A cloud covered sun
Robbing wonder from the mind;
Until the spring comes thru
Blessing us with light.

Though spring with its light
Will come, first will come the fall.
Go the whole way thru,
It soon will be time
To learn the limits of mind
Lies under the sun.

And under the sun
Is where you stand in the light;
So keep it in mind.
Summer’s turned to fall,
And soon will come winter-time.
Go the whole way thru.

Go the whole way thru;
Look toward tomorrow’s sun.
You will find no time
For the bright spot-light
When you wake up and it’s fall.
It will blow your mind.

If spring’s on your mind,
I’d advise, don’t think it thru.
First will come the fall;
A cloud covered sun
Will block out all of the light,
Then will come the time,

Your mind in the sun,
And shining thru it, the light.
But fall comes, this time.
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
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