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Cecil Miller Jul 30
All the seconds that we've wasted
Looking at each other's faces,
Then one day we said, "Hello."
Never close the curtain on this show.

We made friends, then we made love.
We made war, you were above.
You said you were letting go.
You closed the curtain on this show.

The glistening in your corner eye
Becomes a tear that you cry.
I ask you why you have to go.
You close the curtain on this show.

Wall-to-wall the city beats
With hearts and footfalls on the streets.
I'm alone now, they all know.
You've closed the curtain on this show.

Like veins in arms, the avenues
Are winding anywhere, but you.
I wander with no place to go.
You've closed the curtain on this show.

Maybe someday I'll be seen,
Floating stillness in the stream.
Tangled in a bed of stone,
Having closed the curtain on this show.
This isn't about me
Cecil Miller Jul 7
You see, I've got the heart of a poet in this chest.
I'll be a writer til they lay me down to rest.
Don't let my words ever die.
Sing them day and night.
Let them keep teaching,
Preaching, reaching...
Crying out for love,
Crying out for life,
Fearing for loss of life,
Because of awareness of mortality.
Inspiration for the hopeless
Gives a sense of immortality.
Nobody really ever wants to face the truth.
The truth is hard to face and if you say it,
You will be chased away because it causes too much pain.
Nobody has really ever said it.
We could all save a lot of trouble; Forego the heartache if we would.

It's not loneliness we dread.
It's the thought of being dead.

Is there enough food for me?
Is there shelter from the elements?
Is there health when I am ill?
Is there warmth in wintry chill?
Is there drink when I am dry?

Would it be aweful if we stopped creating life?
What will it matter when the last heart has beaten for the last time?

Have you never asked these questions in the dark?

Is a life from which you are isolated
In some desolate location
A blessing to your life
Or a mere aberration
Really matter much
When you see it on your screen?
Will you see it in your dreams?
Will you let them fade away,
As we all fade away,
As I will fade away,
As you fade away?
Cecil Miller Aug 2021
All my best friends,
They are in love.
All my best friends,
They gave it up.
They gave the world away
To be in love.

First comes love,
And then comes marriage.
Before or after,
There's a baby carriage.
It's out of a storybook,
And I've already skipped to the end.

You don't need to look at me
That way with your eyes of green.
Underneath the vail of portent,
You know what I mean when I say,

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Living like dearly departed,
Complicated and dominated by fear of fate.
Guess I'd rather sleep in late.

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Shredded like the seas have parted,
Then closed in like a heavy weight,
Then one day the love turns into hate."
this will probably end up being one of my songs when I give it another verse and some arrangement.
Cecil Miller Mar 2021
A fever like I'm sinking into the bed
And the pounding of the nails,
The thorns pushed in my head
As I live my life to give
My everything away
Because you said that you needed it,
It's all yours, anyway.

The thunder breaks and you start to cry.
The moaning wind, and I ask you why?
Is the life you're living really all that tough?
Can I give you more?
Will it ever be enough?

I can save your life,
But will I have to let you go,
If I can't solve your riddle?
No, I can't save your soul.

The grind is hard as my blood turns into lead,
Here the ringing of the bells,
I see the flowing color red,
And it's all for you,
And everything I said,
Because I knew that you wanted it.
It's all yours anyway.

The doors are open; you can see outside
Of your guilded cage, you can stay and hide.
Are the lies getting heavy, and it's tough
To keep them straight?
Will I ever be enough?

I can save your life,
But will I have to let you go,
If I can't solve your riddle?
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

You're free to go.
I can't save your soul.
If you're seeking more than this life,
The answers are inside where I don't abide.
I can't make you whole.
No, I can't save your soul.

No shackles bound you to the perch.
Cecil Miller Nov 2020
Gather, children, near your beds
And listen.
Dim the lights so to your enemies
You don't glisten.
Below this stone, we keep at bay,
And hold them off another day.
We'll never give in.
They'll never win.

They are breaking through the walls of our house.
They're tearing down, tearing down, tearing down.
They are breaking through the walls of our house,
Masada. Masada.
Five minutes, five hours, five days, five months,
And Zealots keep the charge.
960 ways to say you can not have our souls.
Everything is burning but the food.
That we leave to God.
And here we came to God.
Here we came, Masada, came to God.
Here we came to God.
The rooms are burning.
We never could have been counted among your numbers.
Our children never could have been yours.
We never could have served.
And in your lives you'll see our strength.
You die in your defeat,
That is the ghost which echoes in your mind.




Hosted to the sky in this fortress,
God has given
And by God of sky above,
we have been chosen.
Because of might, Rome forces right,
But for all their platitudes and light,
They shall not win.
We'll never give in.

"Overthrow the righteous!," is our cry.
"Capitulation to the state, we'd rather die!"
We keep the soldiers in the Graben,
Now we make our plan.
We know what must be done.
We make our stand.
Our final stand.

Gather, children, at your father's feet,
And of the barley, eat.
Our classmate top this thombroid shall not
Allow for our defeat.
Like a rapacious lion on the scent of blood,
Rome is calling, killing,
Falling many of our kinsman.
Sleep and wake with God,
And with the Great Herod.
The shall not win.
We never gave in.

"Overthrow the righteous!," is our cry.
"Capitulation to the state, we'd rather die!"
We keep the soldiers in the Graben,
Now we make our plan.
We know what must be done.
We make our stand.
Our final stand.

We hear the thunder cracking.
God will rip the sky.
God will set a plague upon them.
Sleep now, stand with I.
Have no fear, He waits Beyond.
Read is not our Kingdom,
Beersheba not our home.
God will comfort, for He guides us.
God, and God alone.
We now not to Rome.
No, Never to Rome.
We'll never give in.
We shall not will.

"Overthrow the righteous!," is our cry.
"Capitulation to the state, we'd rather die!"
We keep the soldiers in the Graben,
Now we make our plan.
We know what must be done.
We make our stand.
Our final stand.
This song has taken many forms, since I wrote it's earliest version in 1994 after watching a history program about the siege of Masada.

I did not quite understand, but now I think I do. I was moved by the courage of this people to retain who they are, even if it meant they had to die in order to win. It was when I first learned what a non-compromising sacrifice for the sake of an idea, even what a phyrric victory meant. The Roman soldiers must have been like a multitude of Zombies to them. Either convert, or die was the choice Rome gave as they spread across the known world. I remember the thought reminded me of the movie, "Night of the Living Dead." (The Zombie genre was not so overrun in the media at the time)
Cecil Miller Oct 2020
Love is a moth drawn by a flame,
A sensation turned to pain,
A feeling that cannot abide
Far deep down inside
Where the secrets
Hide from the light of day.

Love is an order I must obey
No matter who the captain may be.
I surrendered my heart
To what lies at the part,
The source of all art
As it basks in the light of day.

Under no stone unturned
Does a yearning there burn.
With never a pause
I belong to a cause.
Life begins when
The soul gives in.

Love in a lion that covets the lamb
And seeks to bring him in the pride,
But never too boastful to turn him away
When can be heard voices on the wind,
That challenge the breeze,
Not in the face of some society.

Love is a refuge, but only for two.
No matter how bright gold will shine.
No other light can shine near as bright,
So keep thoughts of riches out of your mind.
What is will be, so let it be.
Let the song of love ring free.
Surrender your heart
To what lies at the part,
The source of all art.
Basks in the light of day.

Love is emotion that runs out of control,
That takes over, controls.
Sometimes there is reason,
But often no rhyme,
No season nor cadence.
It lies at the part,
Is the source of all art.
Abides in the shadows,
Works like the ox,
Is shrewd like the fox,
Basks in the light of day.
Cecil Miller May 2020
Untrue

There's an answer that I'd like to know,
But you don't have to tell me so.
Forgive me if I need forgiving.
Do you need forgiving?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

I never see you round the courtyard.
We used to meet there every single day.
Is there a reason you don't want to see me?
I know your schedule hasn't change.

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

You used to walk right by my side,
And hold my hand throughout the day.
I wonder why you now avoid me?
Why is it now you stay away?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?
A little song about being a lovelorn teen-ager(though I am way past that stage in life)
I wrote in about three minutes
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