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Brody Blue Aug 2019
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 2019
Maybe in your world
You feel no pain
And cry your tears
Beneath the rain.
And maybe in your world
You ain’t been blue,
And what you say
You need not do.

Maybe in your world
The stones gather moss
And love’s labors lost
Is just a sunk cost.
Maybe in your world
Your resolution soars
That the cause of peace
Calls for an act of war.

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

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.

Maybe in your world
Justice you’ve been told
Is giving what is owed
Back again 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 2019
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 I gave to thee.
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.

Even if 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 pray for vengeance,
Tooth for tooth and eye for eye.
But when the heart forsakes,
Just as soon it breaks.
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.

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

If you're happier with someone
Who believes your every lie:  
Bless you all the way
Until judgement day;
Good luck
With that
Goodbye.
Brody Blue Aug 2019
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 2019
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
Robs wonder from 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.
Brody Blue Jul 2019
Today is the day.
To yesterday, pay no mind.
Soon it will be night
When darkness rules things.
Whose corpse falls in the street, left
For buzzards to find?

Is it yours they'll find?
No. It won’t be yours to-day.
Leave for god what’s left.
Mercy? pay no mind.
You’ll find justice in the things
You will take to-night.

Soon it will be night
With a cloudy sky. You’ll find
Darkness will rule things,
Till the coming day.
To the sirens, pay no mind.
They have no song left.

Burn what they have left
To the ground. Light up the night.
Don’t pay any mind
To secrets they find.
They’ll be back at work some-day
Soon, and forget things.

And someday soon, things
Will be back like when we left.
Today’s not the day;
Soon it will be night.
At dawn, corpses they will find;
Mercy? pay no mind.

Mercy? pay no mind.
Go! Find justice in their things!
Take what you can find!
Burn what they have left
To the ground! Light up the night!
Till the coming day,

Pay no mind; what’s left
Are things to be had to-night,
Till the coming day!
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
Brody Blue Jul 2019
When I met you, love,
On last April's fourteenth day,
While on that month long
Road trip, we got lost,
Found a bar, and went inside
With an empty hand.

I fulfilled my hand
That night, when I met you, love.
You snuck me inside
Your room night and day;
I must admit, I got lost.
But not for too long.

‘Cause the road is long
Ahead; and a bird in hand
Is worth two you’ve lost.
When I met you, love,
It was on the fourteenth day,
And you stayed inside.

And you stayed inside
For just way too ******* long.
Windows shut by day,
Lights at night in hand.
That night, when I met you, love,
Were you just as lost?

That night, we were lost;
At the bar we sat inside.
When I met you, love,
I still had a long
Way to go. But bird in hand
Was worth two that day

Till there comes the day
When I’ve found what isn’t lost,
That a bird in hand
Is worth two inside
The bush. It’s been so long since
When I met you, love,

That day spent inside.
I lost you; it took too long
For your hand in love.
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
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