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Joe Workman Nov 2020
Litanies
Semantics
Diatribes
Lasting
Singular
Deficiencies
Latent­
Surrogate
Devils
Listen
Silently
Disturbed
Leap see dream
Joe Workman Nov 2020
It's all built in.
Hearts are just parts,
   just unfair parts
   and we hurt with them.
The world is a monster
   It's a monster mother,
   abusively apathetic.
Who cares when you cry?
Who really cares?
   Some do, and keep these.
   Some don't, and know the difference.
Brandish a sword or words -
   it doesn't matter,
   but use your choice wisely
   because either can end a life.
The higher your climb is,
   the longer your fall will be.
   And we all fall.
Joe Workman Nov 2020
six months ago last tuesday night
     you called me.
i didn't know it was the last talk
     that we'd have.
i should have paid you much,
     much more attention.
now i'm stuck without the silver
     of your laugh.

just last night I thought I saw you
     in my doorway,
wanting only for us to think of
     you and smile.
brother, we will think of you
     forever,
and smile, though we will also
     cry a while.

this morning found me desperate
     and demanding,
with neither time nor drink
     to soften such an edge.
i've a thirst for just a moment
     in your sunshine,
one moment more would be
     such a privilege.

today is marked the sixth month
     of your absence -
six long months of sorrow
     and regret.
the brightness of your presence
    gone forever,
my darkened heart knows that
     the sun has set.

but tomorrow is another day
     to love you,
and even though i cannot tell you
     to your face,
i hope you feel it coming through
     to find you.
i hope you've found some peace
     in that new place.

in the years ahead, i'm sure,
     i'll share in laughter
untainted by the pain
     of life cut short.
but in those moments i'll still know
     that you are with me -
you're still with me, though i'm lonely.
     and you're adored.
Joe Workman Nov 2020
Heartlights unobstructed
are bright and nearly joyful;
they almost look like happy eyes.
From further away,
they are a bit dim, but still beacons
of hope and acceptance.
The heartlights as seen while blinking
are sporadic but sincere,

but the ones viewed with head tilted
and through the thin, shadowy branches
are the most accurate.
Joe Workman Oct 2020
Shake off the yokes
that bring you to your knees
Find yourself a spark
and give it gasoline
Burn it up, burn it up
Burn it down, burn it down

Show us the face
you've hidden away so long
Smiling or not
your true face can't be wrong
Brighten up, brighten up
Bring us down, bring us down

Loved ones wilt
Friends and parents die
Soak up the love
and please don't blink your eyes
Soak it up, soak it up
Lay them down, lay them down

Candle guttered
and it's getting mighty cold
No turning around
when it's your time to go
Light it up, light it up
Fall on down, fall on down
Fall on down, fall on down
Fall on down, fall on down
Joe Workman Oct 2020
she pours turpentine on
her favorite dresses
and wine on new carpet

she rips holes in her sheets
kicks the walls
and throws food at the windows

all control is hers
as she puts her fears in check

tired of being a little thing
she's going to be a giant
the world will hear and know her

she will not be used again
Joe Workman Oct 2020
rusted child, move again
burn old bridges, eat the wind
find the stolen, take it back
live and learn through love and lack
ride on high, you rusted one
find your talent, unload your gun
life is canvas, future blank
past is the past, yes, it's an empty tank

don't let your body fool your mind
don't let your body fool your mind
don't go picking at the scabs
of loves that didn't last
don't let your body fool your mind

uncork the time and let it fly
young and old will always die
blisters open, raw and hot
be the blister, be the rot
then be the ointment, cool and soft
be the one who's held aloft
stroke no egos, own your shame
say "I'm coming" and not "I came"

don't let your body fool your mind
don't let your body fool your mind
foot down on the gas
it's time to make some tracks
don't let your body fool your mind

don't let your body fool your mind
don't let your body fool your mind
life is in the gaps
between good times and bad
don't let your body fool your mind

feel the empty, fill the fools
it's your turn, go break some rules
grab a beer and oil your wings
aim for the sun and all it brings
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