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Life was fuller, brighter with you here
Love radiated when you were near
Child you were heart you were soul
You alone were enough
You were gold!
Warmer words after three years
Lynette Warren Jan 2018
Crushing under the weight of your biology
Falling flat before the tragedy
I tried
You lied
I tried
You died
They say I’ll become angry with you soon
If you ask me Im just becoming a Loon
Out of my mind
Turning circles
it’s
You I can’t find
If one more person says
you are now my angel
I’m certain I’ll retort,
“My angel?”
NO, my prodigal!”
Are they afraid I’ll love you less
or
that I too will crush under the weighty
truth?
You were the progeny
If there’s a monster
I’m the true prodigy
******* BIOLOGY!
I think I'm angry with biology
  Jan 2018 Lynette Warren
Leonard Cohen
(co-written by Sharon Robinson)
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Lynette Warren Jan 2018
I used to believe that pain had
some kind of cosmic
threshold

could only go so far then strengthen me
making me
bold

I've been branded with a much deeper, darker,
wider, weeping & gnashing of teeth
type of pain of which I thought was
reserved for an un-earthly
hell

Now I know it can exist
long before death so far as I can
tell
I'm still believing You Lord that we were always only passing thru
Lynette Warren Jan 2018
Standing on hardwood
Staring at the Rock in its ocean’s
Place
It fills the picture window
Yet all I see is your
Face
You were the decor
A room never needed more

Joshua ~
Lynette Warren Jan 2018
Raw agony fleshed out through medicant words, or so I’m hoping.
Lynette Warren Jan 2018
You’re Running to die and my spirit hurts in places I didn’t know exist
Lord he soars home to You
And there’s nothing about it I can do
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