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Brody Blue Mar 2020
We once had flown
Two hearts as one,
But flew I fear
Too near the sun.
One stone thrown,
Two fallen doves:
Forever in want,
Never in love

By sling and bow
And whip with scorn,
We palm to palm
Apart were torn,
Left head in hand
And hand in glove:
Forever in want,
Never in love

Now present casts
A thousand shocks;
As past departs,
The future mocks
Our buried hearts
(And worms thereof):
Forever in want,
Never in love
Brody Blue Feb 2020
Angels have fallen
And the stars are crossed,
To everlasting pain
The battle has been lost.
And just when I think
That I can’t take anymore,
Look who’s knocking
On my door…

I bear cross and crown
On back and brow,
And you come now?
And you come now?
I defy the odds
Fate will allow,
And you come now?
And you come now?

It's been made clear to me
However hard I pray,
Time passes faithfully,
And love fades away.
But when I try to walk alone,
It takes not but a breeze,
To bring me down
To my knees…

I bear cross and crown
On back and brow,
And you come now?
And you come now?
I defy the odds
Fate will allow,
And you come now?
And you come now?

I don’t claim to have
An iron heart,
Nor one of stone,
Just one that needs restart.

I bear cross and crown
On back and brow,
And you come now?
And you come now?
I defy the odds
Fate will allow,
And you come now?
And you come now?

All that's given
Has been taken.
Brody Blue Feb 2020
Drinking moonshine from the jar,
Getting higher than the stars
Till she no longer feels so far above me.
But I'll need another round
Because it's known all over town:
She don't like me like she loves me.

Though she might be thinking of me,
She don't like me like she loves me.
And it cuts right to the bone,
But I'm afraid it's set in stone:
She don't like me like she loves me.

Every time she'd start to stray,
Her heart I'd try and sway,
However far away she tried to shove me.
But all I ever proved
Was a cold heart can't be moved.
She don't like me like she loves me.

Though she might be thinking of me,
She don't like me like she loves me.
And it cuts right to the bone,
But I'm afraid it's set in stone:
She don't like me like she loves me.

I'd like to think someday I'll find
She's gone along and changed her mind,
Even if it's ever only slightly,
And begin to think of me
For the man she used to see,
But more than likely:

Though she might be thinking of me,
She don't like me like she loves me.
And it cuts right to the bone,
But I'm afraid it's set in stone:
She don't like me like she loves me.
Brody Blue Feb 2020
There's something when
I’m feeling down
That makes me feel
From sole to crown:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

When I feel dry
She fills my cup,
And then each time
I drink it up:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.

Stars align
And I’m set free.
I was blind
But now I see:

Love’s underway,
Heart’s overhead,
Time’s out of mind,
O! Sweet Red.
A song about old wine in new bottles
Brody Blue Jan 2020
The sophist never cries
And the prophet never laughs
Till the last become first
And the first become last.
lyrical sketch
Brody Blue Jan 2020
Born to roam this wicked wild, 
You have so little time, 
So to and fro you wander, while 
A slave to heart and mind, 
Till Mother Earth and Father Time 
Both shrug you off like flies; 
To have a life 
You're gonna have to die

Though the stage may foster fame 
With every strut and leap, 
None but tongues shall bear thy name 
When cold begins to creep 
From the arrow in your ankle, 
Past the hollow of your thigh; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

You'll face spitfire and spouting rain 
That slowly drives you mad, 
As everything you gain
Becomes not but what you once had, 
You'll fall to earth down to your knees 
And curse a dumbstruck sky; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

Then you'll forgo your soul to go forth 
Gently down the stream, 
Awake asleep, asleep awake, 
Forsaking every dream,
With all that's false appearing true, 
And all that's true, a lie; 
To have a life
You're gonna have to die

And when your body, spirit, heart,
And mind are finally one, 
From lion back to mewling babe
You turn and all is done, 
For all must leave their burdens 
To pass thru the needle's eye; 
To have a life 
You're gonna have to die
Brody Blue Dec 2019
Love is all that’s good
In this realm of night and day.
We walk hand in hand,
Two lovers in light,
Till pale bones strewn in the rain
Is all that is left.

If not for the left
Turns that turn the tide from good
Cheer, to solemn rain,
Every given day
Would be fully filled with light,
None spent hand in hand.

But I fear the hand
We’re dealt will not leave much left,
Not a beam of light,
Much less something good.
And so now we brave each day,
Stoop and pray for rain,

Then when comes the rain,
Remain inside with our hand
Folded like the day
Each night, right and left,
Conflating fear with what’s good,
The dark with the light.

Love does not make light
Of those icy sheets of rain,
Nor thinks they are good,
But lends you a hand
And helps you take what you’re left
With, bright'ning your day,

Making every day
In spite of its darkness, light.
When nothing is left
Of the solemn rain,
Again hand in hand,
You’ll see it was good.

Thru that day of rain,
The light from your lover’s hand
Left you feeling good.
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