Swollen besotted
cloudy eyes
it's no surprize
you've forgotten lies
and after all
it's what you're
drinking for

well their shallow voices
hurt my ears
awake my fears but
no more tears
I'll just go to the store
once more
with riddled past my past
is present
see they're all Kings
and I'm a peasent
and I can't be pleasent
anymore
it's what I'm drinking for

and she's not me
no she's so free
so heavenly
atleast it seems

so I go low and wander slow
no one to tow along
and the race is won
with the setting sun
I'm right where we belong

with silent screams
and faded dreams
til there's no more war

it's what we're drinking for


©2002 Lyn

Bubbles big
and bubbles small
I wish that I
could pop them all
their pious lies
would finally fall
how nice without
their bubbles

he thinks all day
of things to say
like it's your fault
cuz you don't pray
new shoes new shirt
for judgment day
he's ready
in his bubble

and she's right there
with hateful glare
to tell you that the
rod won't spare
the only way to
get God's care
and live inside
His bubble

but me I see
I'll never be
among the 'good'
among the 'free'
I'm lost in sin
tossed out to sea
outside
their giant bubble

bubbles big
and bubbles small
I wish that I
could pop them all


©2012 Lyn

amiss asunder
that is me
no sacred care
no destiny
how dare
I plunder
endlessly
this wonder
that I see
when I'm under
its decree

they live for whence
a special dream
a chain-link fence
kids baseball team
their little one
will run and scream
the wonder
that he'll be
when he's under
their decree

and getting old
the growing fear
that all her gold
will disappear
the nights so cold
her days despair
no wonder
she can't see
when she's under
gold's decree


©2011 Lyn

Quiet is loud
tho not as bad as she seems
so don't be so proud
you're not alone
in your screams

see quiet's not quiet
no she'll get loud
if you let her
and no quiet day
will ever let you
forget her

so let there be sound
when you can't find
a way
to make her quiet
calm down
just let sound have
his way

dear take pleasure in sound
let him sing it's okay
let him scream all around
no more quiet today

cuz sound is just sound
just his way to be heard
a sotted voice in the night
or a tree with one bird

are singing

for sound


©2002 Lyn