I don't often dance this dance
of pretense and make believe
but when I do
I dance with you
to find blessed relief

I rarely put in all my effort
to find such great release
but when I do
I dance with you
until I feel relief

I don't often fall
to final rest in disbelief
but when I do
I dance with you
and find final reprieve

At last.

She danced the dance like nobody watched
until she fell
and lived the life like no death could come
until it did

He loved her like it could never be stopped
until she was
and died in mourning with suffering unending
until he did

Finally let go.

We all die alone.
what did you chase in life
what did you pursue
what did you expect
to take away from here?

Foolish.  All that we pursue
all that we seek
and that we find
is never long to be

Reality is of birth
and is of death
the in-between not relevant
existence obsolete

Are you sad
to learn this truth?
Does it leave you
feeling low

Get over it
my brother
for no truth is ever warm
and no lie is ever cold

It's all a lie

Did you see her?
She is there among the trees
which sprung up from her thoughts of when
times were easier than these.

Did you hear her call?
It sounded like the rain
that fell just as the winter set
and froze her heart again.

Did you see her smile?
I doubt this was the case.
Her countenance determined by
a loss she can’t erase.

I wanted to write without rhyming
but it became a question of timing.
How could I just flow
and not ever know
when to st

The man walks
The bird squawks
The children run to play

The clouds flow
To where clouds go
And the seconds tick away

The earth turns
And the man yearns
For an answer yet today

Of why he is here
With nobody near
To his heart that rots away

On the man walks
While the bird talks
It goes on endlessly this way.

The curtains twitch... in my street,
They pretend to be rich... in my street,
The gossips thrive... in my street,
But they’re barely alive... in my street,

The big cars come and go,
They all reap what they sow,
They pretend and they trick,
Atmosphere is so thick,
I’m the **** of their jokes,
And they pinch, and they poke,
But they fail to agree,
That I see what I see,
What I see, is the truth,
I will shout from the roof,
They can’t judge me at all,
For I’ve seen where they crawl,
but my lips they stay tight,
For there will come a night,
When they will see me see,
And they’ll understand me,

People talk... in my street,
People stalk... in my street,
A massive game... in my street,
We’re all the same... in my street..