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May 27 · 105
Untrue
Cecil Miller May 27
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
May 17 · 79
Seriously, though?
Cecil Miller May 17
Why the **** would I want to sign a card to wish Trump any kind of a birthday when that fat **** is responsible for so much death by ignoring health officials?

I know that adds are needed to keep the site up, but can't there be a little discression. Politics do not unite us. They divide us.
May 2 · 89
Words Never Spoken
Cecil Miller May 2
A small white house,
A slamming screen,
A dusty yard
With tatters of green.
In-and-out,
Out I stand.
Seeing and knowing
Who I am.
I am a child.
The sky is clear.
Running, and voices,
That are not clear.
In this memory
I know your name.
I don't yet speak.
I know I love you.
This is about my first memory of my older brother. We weren't raised together. Though we had inly met a few times before he died, I still loved him as if he had always been in my life.
May 2 · 104
Cold Feet
Cecil Miller May 2
In this moment when I find
The time to picture you
In lace and white chiffon,

I can almost see as clearly
As the day we said our vows,
When no cloud would dare to cast upon.

Ours seemed to be the only shadows,
And the powder blue sky was gleaming
Like an oracle in your eyes.

To all the universe we proclaimed
Forever, not another name nor hand
Would be yours or mine.

You were called to Eden,
or to Heaven or to where all angels go.
I remained here alone, and grieving,
But as it will, on; my life would go.

I somehow know you approve,
I feel it, how you understand.
How she makes me feel, it's not the same,
But pure in another way.

I never could replace you,
And you know I'll love you always,
But it's time for your memory
To give my hand away.

No the yellow sun is shining,
And the guests are nearly pining
For event, a nuptual recital - she and me.

Faithful I shall be to her,
As faithful as you always were,
And honest as a good husband should be.

Perhaps she will not betray my love, and Leave my side to take the hand of shadow, as did you

Beyond the sparse hedgerow of near tomorrow, I cannot tell what is to come.

******* it, anyway...
And bless this union in the sight of these,
Thy congregation.
I have no idea who the hell I was when I wrote this one.
May 2 · 59
Hoosegow
Cecil Miller May 2
Hoosegow

Get down in time,
With Clemintine,
You'll have a chicken,
Sausage, feta omlett,

At breakfast time,
Or when the water's fine,
When it's time to go,
You gotta do what you can to...

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get.
If they are against you they will lose that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Each for his own,
Each king his own.
Every rolling stone,
Gets down in the hoosegow.
Just something I've been working up. It's sort of my answer to Jailhouse Rock
May 2 · 752
Must-a Been My Voodoo
Cecil Miller May 2
I see you changed your tune
Fast as phazes of the moon

So true,
That you

Should-a seen it comin',
Should-a heard the hummin

Right through,
Bright blue...


Must-a been my voodoo
Cause I sure did do it to you.

Oh you,
You're through.

You're through.

Must-a been my voodoo
Cause I sure did do it to you.

Oh you,
You're through

I can cross the river
'Bout-a any time I feel.
Nothing's gonna be a break
A-slowing down my wheel.
I'm gonna take you out
Any time I want
And it won't cost a pretty dime
Because inside of you, I haunt.
I have a few brief pieces of verse to post this morning. I hope they get read.
May 2 · 65
Nature's Symphony
Cecil Miller May 2
A tremble in the stillness
Disturbs the reflecting glows
Presages a message from the gently
   disturbed surface,There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
A peaceful song upon my life.
Almost called Natural Symphony, but I love the thought of nature personified.
May 2 · 67
Coping Mechanism
Cecil Miller May 2
There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
I hope it reaches some people in  sentimental places
May 2 · 60
Favorite Memory
Cecil Miller May 2
Of all my days and nights,
This will be my favorite.
I will carry it with me,
As long as life will let me.
When I am feeble and fading,
I will hope to hold on to it.
It is my favorite memory of you.

Of all my days and nights,
This will hurt me most.
I cannot let it slip away;
Life will not let me.
Now you are feeble and fading,
I have still my favorite
Memory to help me through.
The night I took a break from my novel is the same night I wrote most of my entres this morning. I hope some of them are good.
May 2 · 49
Seven Tenets
Cecil Miller May 2
There are seven tenats to the overall objective.
The goal is of little consequence.
The method is in the madness.

Far beyond the daylight's green and anchored at the bay of sorrow
Is the vessel from which the captain
must be liberated from the responsibilities of his post.

It dances in the ocean of air
When it manifests to my eyes.
The humming in my ears is a pulse.
I am entertained.
It explodes like a multitude of suns.

I am no more.

I am forevermore.
I'm not quite sure what to make of this one. When I try to read it aloud, it rolls off the tongue with the ease of a well-globbed *** of phlegm.
May 2 · 67
Hello, Good-bye
Cecil Miller May 2
His name escapes me.
We were getting just about
As high as we could ever be.
In my heart I had a longing,
I was missing what was my own.
I was thinking how I loved you,
So I asked to use the phone.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.

You had given all yourself away,
Except the part that was for me.
There is a secret part inside
That no-one knows for us will always be.
No matter what you think or what I say,
Inside your light could be my only home.
The days and nights last endlessly,
Winding on forever since I called you on the phone.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.

The years roll on, and I'm still alone
I stand alone, I have no home.
I have no love, but for the love
I save it up, I can't give it up.
I'll never know another's touch,
The cold inside, it hurts so much.
I meet you passing by in life.
I hold it in, and I tell a lie.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.
I wrote this the other night.  I've been busy with other projects and don't write poetry as often as I did before. I have been working on a novel. I submit first draft in brief chapters to my facebook timeline. Pm me if you are interested in looking them over. The genres are serial melodrama(think telenovella)mystery and horror.
May 2 · 78
Speak To Me
Cecil Miller May 2
The blanket of night
Covers the land.
The silky smooth flesh
Covets the hand.
The sound of trumpets
Plays from afar
In the twinkling light
Of a falling star.

I hear a name.
It sounds like my own,
And my voice that beckons,
Though I am alone.
The coursing of blood
Inside my veins
Is my only companion,
My only companion.

Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.

I sit up in bed.
I reach for the lamp.
I've sweat so much.
The sheets are damp.
Do I hear laughter
Out in the hall?
Is something else coming
When the darkness falls?

The crackling thunder
Rips through the sky.
A roaring of wind,
Like my nerves, on high.
Nobody can hear,
But I this voice in my head.
It shakes to my core.
It's heavy like lead.

Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.


Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.
I was bored, so I regressed. The results were these lyrics.
Aug 2019 · 343
Under Cover of Night
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
I was between boy and man.
Had no direction, but I wanted to stand.
On solid ground, only had quicksand.

One night I pulled from the bone.
There was a voice like my own.
I didn't feel quite so alone.
I tried to flex, but I wasn't fully grown.

I was a member, but just an ember,
I was an elemental, I was fire.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

They never knew what to do with me.
When I look back, it wasn't easy.
I tried to be how they said I should be.
There was no way that it ever could be.

One time I thought I might be alright.
Then I picked someone else's fight.
I gladly gave my time in the light.
And I went back under the cover of night.

I was a sinner, but I was a winner.
I was eternal, I was fire.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

Behind the moonwalk,
Long before the swelling sea,
The riverbank was eroding,
Crumbling like the memory
Of my only dream.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

I was a renagade, I slipped from the iron cage.
I was insane, crazed,
Steered by the moon's phase.
I had a long way to crawl.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
I wrote this early this morning, August 22, 2019 in about 30 minutes.

It's a basic structure of a song. It's not especially innovative. It is autobiographical, somewhat. You have to know me to know my psychoanalizing phrazes. Read the poem; read the poet.
Aug 2019 · 138
Hope
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
Ravaging cyan,
That crashing and ever changing
Wetness that is life,
Is the very monster filled vast cup Wherein is tossed about until, alas;
Your sepulcre is reposed to a gentle shore.
I just wrote this brief piece tonight. It is a companion to the painting in my profile, which I also created and was the first painting I sold.
Aug 2019 · 194
Study Long, Study Wrong
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
Sometimes I want to hold.

Sometimes I want to be held.

I'd rather not ruminate upon her face, study it on the canvas in my mind, because I am reminded of the distance between us, separated by seas of immeasurable volume, not unlike my fidelity.

No placemarker could ever feel the same.

There has never been such serenity as the time she let my fingers play in her hair, and dance along her forhead, while she was resting beside me in a bed that was too large for the room.

Did she feel the quickening of my pulse? My recess was not timorous, but rather love, respect, and desire to be who she needed.

It was later that I learned
I waited long and lost my turn.

Energy never dies,
But it changes like the ocean tide.
Like I, evaporated to the sky.

Like she, wonderment in definition."
I wrote the poem this afternoon. The title is just because I cannot think of a decent one. I get busy so I don't write as much poetry as I used to.
May 2019 · 313
Periods of Elipsis
Cecil Miller May 2019
It's like a round-about, around and 'round.
Everything that goes up must come crashing down.
It should be easy like a certain fate.
I've never even asked you out on a date, cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Well okay,
I see you over there,
And I wonder what's that scent you wear.
I see,
There's a glimmer in your smile for me.
But our harlequin romance ain't ever gonna be,
Cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Ah, ah, ah, ah,
La, la, la...
For better or worse,
We're differently cursed.

What they're saying is probably true.
I could never be what's good for you.
Of all the lives on Earth you come into mine,
And struck by something sort of love
I'm going blind, but...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Never gonna be in touch with each other
In the way that a lover touches another,
Never gonna know it, we won't say it,
We won't show it, cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...
I just wrote this in one sitting. I'll put it to chords later. A contemporary song in the making.
Feb 2019 · 159
The Frey
Cecil Miller Feb 2019
Since the fury,
Since the rage,
Know you'll never be the same.
See that lightning stikes
Only once
in a life,
Except a lucky few
Who get another
Chance or two.
So the storm
Is like the sage,
In the way it clears the day
In sweeping strokes
Across the sky
So the darkness
Is gone,
And soon begins another day.
There's little time to say
All things
That you'd ever have to.
You'd better get it under way.
Nothing waits forever.
The deluge is at the frey.
Cecil Miller Jan 2019
She had a sort of beauty that gets taken for granted.
Other than that,
Nothing seemed special about the lady.

He had model composure
That didn't shake too easily.
Anyone could look
Up to him,
This man that boys would want to be.

They were the perfect couple,
Too sweet too even envy.
There never was a moment
When they didn't seem carefree.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right.

She was quaint in all she would say
When out to lunch.
Nothing was mentioned of her long sleeves.

She'd never break the bubble
Of the illusion that they
Created especially
For all the world to see.

The light would always find them
From the way they beemed
In daytime spectacular
Whereever they might be.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right

And all he wanted from her
Was a bit of levity
In gentle bits of laughter
But her love was never true.

There was never a time
When he didn't see the truth.
She was too good for him,
And he would always loose.

Why did she look upon him?
He gave security.
He gave her all he had all through the time.
He would never ever measure up to size.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right

The children understood
Though no-one knew they could.
It was so normal for them,
Night after scary night.

And once upon a time
Was nothing but a dream
The over flowing ocean of love
Was trickling like a stream
Through tainted territory
Surrounded by a shroud,
Encompanied by sounds of
Screaming through the walls.

Down came the night,
And when they were in
Nobody else's sight
With all the window
Shades had been drawn
Completely closed -
That's when he drank it up tight.
And when she dared to get too bold.
That's when he'd get her mind right

Nobody saw the signs.
Or if they did they let it go.
Nobody would have believed
The way their story'd go.

They were those aweful gunshots.
The children slept right through.
They say she must have drugged them.
She had a job to do.

The note she left them
Told all the world their fate.
She took her husband with her
Beyond the living gate.

The secret lives, discovered.
But moments much too late.
So much is still unanswered,
When the night sees light of day.

When the night sees light of day.
When the night sees light of day.
When the night...
This song is about violence in the home.
I am writing a book. Part of my procesd is writing poems and lyrics to the soundtrack in my head as the events in the story unfold.
Jan 2019 · 580
Birth
Cecil Miller Jan 2019
I followed the trades to the center of Mecca,
Maybe looking for my soul.

All I found in the people around,
Were pieces of what made the whole.

I searched in the sun for the purest light,
But my eyes could never see.

The hollowness inside my every thought
Was a hunger I couldn't feed.

There was a rubble in the sands of time,
It all turned upside down.

Suddenly I was under the water,
And hearing not a sound.

Everything was nothing then the moment came,
When everything was alight.

An opening of eyes, there was clarity,
I was passing through the light.

I can still remember serenity,
When I was safe inside the arms.

All I knew was comfort and love in the moment,
There were no alarms.

I didn't know that I was fragile,
Or an aging ghost of an old man yet to come.

I only knew in the moment that I never knew a moment,
Or where the next was from.

It would last forever, in this familiar place
Where I might have been before.

Because I recognise the light,
But not the purest light that was vacant at its core.
Written Jan 14th, 2019

Now this might offend some people, but this isn't my intention. How is it that someone could post one or two whiney lines about some break up and it winds up all over the front page, however, when effort is put into a piece of work, to create something of a poetic nature it goes by hardly noticed?
I mean, writing a one line diary entry to cry about getting dumped is not poetic. Put some effort into your art, a little structure or something. Some creative turn of phrase. Anything that is metophoric, or oximoronic might work, also. Otherwise, it might be an honest feeling that's going to get some sympathy likes, but there is nothing creative in simply declairing a broken heart. Even if it is very brief, without structure, saying something like "I'm not good enough," is not poetic or musical. Without more content, I wouldn't call it prose. At best it might be a brief, singular undetailed narative. Then hashtag some trendy words that usually have little to do with the entry. It's just doesn't make this site seem fit for decent writers.
So try this: poets, take your singular line and dual lined entries and see if you can construct an actual poem with some rhythm. An online thesaurus might help some of you when you want to rhyme, or when you don't because poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Very, very seldom does one phrase make a poetic statement. How many times can people praise, "my boyfriend dumped me" one liners before they get eye-rolly and cynical? Let's ask Mr. Owl to lick the tootsie roll.
Dec 2018 · 501
Ten Minutes
Cecil Miller Dec 2018
Ten minutes til the perculator
Brings me from grime to grind.
And in the morning stars are setting,
As soon the sun will rise...

On a world that I hate to hate.
On a world that loves to hate me.
I have to go outside and want to die.
I cannot stay in and hide.

There are monsters in the field
And they've got the taste of blood.
There is no end in sight.
I cake my face with mud.

They always know to find me,
Though I move in patterns, rare.
Deep inside, I turn inside,
I deny dispair.

I know I'll never beat them.
I avoid, but can't back down.
And so I'll take the beating,
But I'll try to rend their skin.

I know just how they see me.
The same as they did then.
Silent words that we all know
Do not go unknown for sin.

The time has metered nothing.
It hasn't changed a thing.
If authority lets loose it's leash,
The dogs would gnash again.

The eyes upon me see distainly
What they want to hurt.
Only, just, to keep alive
What every monster wants.

Ten minutes til the perculator
Has darkly roasted beans,
That was ground into powder,
Like the bullets in my lean.

The night will soon be like
A blanket ripped from me
To show me in the basking light
For all the world to see.

They'll say that I'm a monster.
I always was so strange.
I was a trouble-maker, boiler maker
And the only one to blame.

They'll say I was a bad seed.
When all of them do know
The type of horror that befell
From the monsters long ago.

In times of triumph I did learn
How best to bide the time.
They think I'm so predictable.
They're thinking colorblind.

For all the worth of quiet,
And to rest this savage pain,
And retribute the misery,
(It won't happen again)

And yet you'll cry for justice.
Say it's never served.
If you used measured all they put on me,
They'll get what they deserve.

The victim becomes monster,
The world fears the marters more
Than any of the heathan clan...
Ten minutes, nothing more.
I wanted to write something provacative and edgy. I also wanted to empathize with another point of view. I think if it polarizes, that's a fair reaction.
Cecil Miller Nov 2018
I don't play silly games.
I've got no time for that.
Courting's a childish thing.
I'm listening, if we're talking it out.

You don't need to build me up,
But you need confidence.
I care, but not for ego
All sad and mad and stout.

I don't do romance.
I don't do flattery.
I don't blow rings of smoke.
When I say, "I love you," you'll know,
Cause I don't do romance.
Don't jump through fiery rings.
I don't need testiments.
If you love me, you love me; that's it.

You'll know that I am real
When I'm with you through the years.
I'm not a deity.
You're not God's gift to all.

Let's keep it on the level.
Let's not keep any of
The lies that people tell;
When truth could have said it all.

I don't do romance.
I don't do flattery.
I don't blow rings of smoke.
When I say, "I love you," you'll know,
Cause I don't do romance.
Don't jump through fiery rings.
I don't need testiments.
If you love me, you love me; that's it.

If you want a fairytale you need to pick up a book.
Those stories are always cheesy,
And they fill the world with expectations that are never met,
Cause happy ever after ain't always easy.

I'll love with all my heart
All things you are to me.
I won't promise more than I am.
I don't need saving grace.

You won't have to keep me home.
I'll know where I belong.
You'll be my equal lover.
We'll not be saving face.

I don't do romance.
I don't do flattery.
I don't blow rings of smoke.
When I say, "I love you," you'll know,
Cause I don't do romance.
Don't jump through fiery rings.
I don't need testiments.
If you love me, you love me; that's it.
I don't know why the jeopardy question title seems right for this one, but it does. Per Usual, this is a song. It has three verses, a refrain, and a bridge. It's pretty straight up.
Nov 2018 · 251
My Greatest Gift
Cecil Miller Nov 2018
There's a feeling deep inside of me,
Something tells me I should be ashamed.
I can't shake what's gotten hold of me.
It's a thing that won't be tamed.

Oh, and I know, I know I know
Rationality has gone astray.
My greatest gift is that I love her,
Even though she's gone away.

Midnight is just another time that I consider
Just how blessed I truly am.
Not everybody gets to know
The love I feel for that gone ma'am.

Can you tell me of another love
Story quite as true and quite as blue?
I really don't think, don't think you can,
My man.
The woman I love has gone with you.

Well, you know I love that woman,
Even though, even though she ain't no good.
She's gonna put you through some rhythms.
Then, she's gonna but you through some blues.

I won't deny the pretty pain,
Because I'd take her back, I tell you true.
She's gonna put you through some rhythms.
Then, she's gonna put you through some blues.
Good ol southern rhythm and blues.
I jotted it in one sitting in about 15 minutes after a groovy ride home which closed out an amazing week-end that I don't think even a broken heart could shade.
Nov 2018 · 264
You'll Say It Then
Cecil Miller Nov 2018
I'd like to see
The tears
you're crying

When they carry
My body
Away.

I'd like to know
You should
Have loved me

When you could have
Had
Your say.

I want lots of
Arms
to comfort

And help you
Get through
The grief.

I'd like to see
The tears
You're crying

When you could
Have said
Your peace.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

I'd like to see
The tears
You're crying

When you
Are feeling
Your pain.

Make
It all
about you

When it all
Comes back
Again.

When
The choir
Is singing

It won't be
Because
I'm gone

I'd like to see
The tears
Your crying

And know
You know
You were wrong.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

Can you tell me how
You love me now?
Can you let the secret out of Pandora's box?

I want your friends
To be
around

I want
You to
have fun

But first
The truth
Will eat you

For what
You've left
undone.

Some
Might say
It's better

That you
Are spared
Some pain.

I
Had lived
Not knowing

If I
Was loving
You in vain.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.
Love takes courage. A lot of people just can't seem to express how they feel until it's too late. This song is not about death. It's about never having lived. (No, it is not auto-biographical)
Oct 2018 · 799
Ode to a vow
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Take comfort,
We are favored
By heaven
And by nature.

Love has come to you, and
Love has come to me.
I see your pulchritude.
It shines from inside of you.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Your fragrant
Flowing hair
Like wheat
Upon the air...

You are a gift to me,
A cosmic mystery,
Enigmatic.
I take thee.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow out at sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide.

Our sigual links unyeilding bond.
You are the only one
I'd ever give my love.
You're the one that makes me happy,
Sappy like a heavy bow.

I shouldn't be without you.
I'll never have a doubt about you;
And now I know your mine.
I'm yours completely, love is fine.

In times of poor and plenty,
I shall love sans dolenti
That smile across your face
That sends me out in space.
Connubial bliss will be
Like moonglow on the sea,
When you are by my side,
In amourous hearts abide
I just felt like scribing a wedding song. I do my most prolific writing in early morning. This was completeled in one drafting.
Oct 2018 · 166
Placemarker
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
Get out of my chair
Oct 2018 · 582
Bad One
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
I've been on the edge of my seat
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

Where is love and raising hell;
Spitting fire in a cheap motel;
Angry friction in the eyes
Of desire, and fearless rides
On wheels of fury in the night
That burn the roads and holds me tight?

Cover me with intoxication
Like a sheath of skin over blade.

Where is greed and desperation,
And running from them to each other?
I remember when the living was real,
And the passion was always a thrill,
Anchored in the pounding hearts
That were bound to top the charts.

Blowing wilder than the wind,
I'm never going home again.

I've been on the edge of my seat,
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

Is love born out of some kind of need?
Is the feeling still somewhere in me?
I need to be a bullet fired
Entangled in what has transpired,
And wispered like a scream on fire.
Climbing night time rage and wire,
Two for one and sacred pyer.
Acid venom and supplier.

Running like a theif in the night
Hiding in the briar from the light.

I've been on the edge of my seat,
Waiting for a chance to meet
Another bad one.

Wake me up from out of this sleep.
Give to me some secrets to keep.
Start with a bad one.

...And it's fast.

...And it's strong.

...And it's done.

...And it's gone.
I wrote this just this early morning and in one sitting. One question, When I shared it to my facebook account, the word "hell" was automatically redacted - why? Fix it. I edit and censor myself enough as it is.
There is a variation of two cadences in this one that don't always fall into a sequencial format. As my writing style is kind of free-flowing; musical and organic, it just turns out that way.
I haven't set it to music exactly, but as I hear it in my head, it is definately going to be a song.
I'm into bad ones.
Oct 2018 · 1.9k
Honey
Cecil Miller Oct 2018
You've got a lot to learn now, honey.
You ought to take it slow,
But please don't take forever, honey.
We've got a ways to go
Here on this road to nowhere, honey,
And nothing in between.
Maybe we'll last forever, honey,
Unless we're too obscene.

Timewise, I don't have much too spare
On property, that's not my fare.
Little bits of lost lives; stolen,
Given to the egos; swollen.
I understand security,
I'm my arms, secure you'd be.

Maybe you don't need protection, honey.
But, still, it could be nice to know.
I'd lay my coat down for you, honey,
To bridge the puddles in the road.
Whenever we are elemental, honey,
I'd shield you from the chilly wind.
And raise the walls and ceilings, honey,
To build the house of fire again.

We could sail the oceans blue,
Or a rapid river in a canoe.
Sacred are the hearts of two
Who syncronise the avenue.
I can fix when you have need,
And you can fit my heart, indeed.

The letter of the risen law, honey,
Cannot dam the rushing flood
Of power you have over me, honey
I'm feeling mighty good.
Don't take advantage, honey.
Don't pass a good thing by.
We got some synergy, honey.
All good things will come in time.

Only if we hesitate,
There is a time when love is late.
Maybe love might come again.
Maybe no heart ever wins.
Maybe hearts in hand will soar.
Lesson one: I love *******.
I started writing these verses to a rhythm in my head. I haven't set it to music, yet. I hear it as a moderate pace in the longer verses, and a warbling, pooring like honey in the shorter verses. (Hence, the title Honey)
Cecil Miller Aug 2018
I was taken a-back
By a memory
Of a sweet, sweet face
From long ago.

I can't find that place
Within me.
I wonder where and when
Did it go.

Dallas ain't the place
That I want to be,
But New Orleans ain't the same,
As before.

My heart doth break
For my one true love,
But I can't love
Anymore.
I started writing a new song with my guitar tonight. Making music is fun.

I'm going to call this one "I Can't Love Anymore." This is is only one verse. I'm dropping it here to keep track, cause the internet never forgets.

Northwest Louisiana, let's start a band.
Aug 2018 · 1.0k
Automatic Writing
Cecil Miller Aug 2018
I'm so unique nobody could be me.
The words I say reflect what I see.
I know you; I know what you're thinking.
I see the light, but I don't know why it's shining.

Sometimes, I know, I get too upset
When wrestling with the puzzles that are in my head.
My heart could love, if not for the dread.
It's like a blade that's doing me a chining.

But I can't blame it on the rock-and roll,
It's the only thing that keeps me whole,
Lord knows, it's the only, only thing that's holy.
No you can't say I'm like the other guys,
I was living large before it was fashion wise.
You know, the angels treaded far behind me lightly.

The gossamer was endless and nestling to all it neared.
The tingling within the earth let usher forth a worthless beauty to every person of it's time; but which was to be unknowingly priceless to the lives yet to come.

And the prophet cried before the day he realized he was to die, the hour before he was to find...

Relief.

The automatic writing happens when you give it up,
And you never even know the meaning til it comes to pass.

But divination is a gift, even as the gossamer blinds your eyes.

And the fiber dissolves into the nullity.

When then spasm has become as the tapered wind, there is left but nothing.
The first stanza has been written for decades and been used in several pieces I have written. The rest was written tonight, as I was staring into the mirror this morning to look a little deeper. Much is still a mystery. Who knows?
Jul 2018 · 752
By The Time
Cecil Miller Jul 2018
By the time
This is through,
I'll be
Far from you,
But not the memory
Of every single thing
You've done to me.
See, I won't be free.

Here's the deal
That is real
No matter what you say,
I bleed this very day.
Nothing's sealed.
I'm not healed.
I just don't talk about
The wounds anymore.

By the time
You are mad,
I'll be
Looking back
Won'dring if you're coming
After me to do to me
What you do to me.
See, I won't be free

Here's the deal
That is real
No matter what you say
I bleed this very day.
Nothing's sealed.
I'm not healed.
I just don't talk about
The wounds anymore.

By the time
You are through,
I'll be
Still trying to
Erase the scars of every single thing
You've done to me.
See, I won't be free.

Here's the deal
That is real
No matter what you say
I bleed this very day.
Nothing's sealed.
I'm not healed.
I just don't talk about
The wounds anymore.
I just wrote this, tonight, in one sitting.
Don't judge too harshly.
I get dark when I am hungry.
Scars, we all have them. We all give them.
May 2018 · 416
SWM seeks closure
Cecil Miller May 2018
The ageless plight of persistant awakening,
Thoughts protruding into my every day,
The restless inner noise of ruminations,
Rustling windy bow-quaking wispers,  remain.

The restling of memory spurs a conversation with the past
Concerning things I have done,
As I recourse for resolution within the recollection.
I'm just playing around with a bit of alliteration this morning. I figure the proverbial inner monologue is just as good a topic as any.
Apr 2018 · 384
Prose
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
My memories look faded, like old instant develope polaroid film in a photo album. Today, pictures are almost all digital, and more vibrant, than real time. I wonder; how will the future memories of today's young children look? Is their vision of the future as cloudy my own?
This is a brief paragraph I may use as part of another piece of work someday.

It functions well as it's own little thought - I think.
Apr 2018 · 414
Specs of Loveliness
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
You're such a beauty with your powder blue eyes,
Like specs of loveliness.
Why can't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

They all talk about your flaxen hair;
Your legs that stretch from here to there,
But he outruns you
Without nary a strain.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You got no reason for to doubt yourself
And what you bring to the game of love.
But he wont play it,
Won't even say it.

They all know you got the strategy.
It's so frustrating that he leaves you be.
Won't look your way,
Though he's not gay.

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

You've run the cycle,
You've toured the maze.
You've carved a path.
You got it figured out.
Just at the time
You reach for prize
He does a zig-zag-ziggy-zag
Swill-still swanson sidelong swag.

You're such a stinger with your tight, ruby lips.
And he should be your own.
Why don't he see it?
Why don't he know it?

All can see the assets you could bring to romance.
But he seems numb to your signs.
What's wrong with him?
Not that he's dim.
But he keeps getting away

You've got a long way to catch up to him
Cause you know that he's out of your league.
But you don't care how far you'll go,
Someday you'll have him on his knees.
Begging for mercy, please.

Someday you'll have your way.
So you'll keep chipping away.
And someday your baby
Will come around to your way.
I was practicing my guitar, then heared about three seconds of a catchy commercial jingle that was kind of upbeat and decided to write something kind of whimsical.

This is in the tradition of 1960's pop rock songs like The Beetles might have inspired. The homage was unintentional.

I wrote it in about 20 minutes on april 22nd in the early morning when all was quiet.
Apr 2018 · 498
Age of Angels
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
I've been around long enough to know
That a good man's word ain't as good as gold,
No matter what he says;
But there are exceptions.
I'm not one.

Well I've been waiting for while on a comeback line,
Avoiding the sting of a bottle of rye.
Come on,
Whatd'ya say?
Let's put the blues away.

Cause when your out of heart,
You need some hope to start
To learn to love again.
You need someone to step out on faith,
No matter what you've done;
To be given a chance
To live at last.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let it be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

I've been around a block or a few,
And I've learned of little things that a man can do
To get out of himself.
Some maybe perfect,
But I'm not one.

I've been thinking bout getting on time,
Getting in step with the pretty eyes,
Come on,
Whatd'ya say,
And you can have your way.

I surrender to you tonight,
I give myself to your loving light.
I'm yours to love again.
I need you to take a leap of faith
No matter what we've gone.
Let's give ourselves a chance
To live at last.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let us be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

Can't you see the future now?
I can.
I can see the meadow beyond this fence
That I built on mistakes,
And we went wrong ever since.
But that was then,
And this is now.
Love is how.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let love be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like your pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.
Writen in two sessions last night and this morning, this was meant to be a country song, but the construct is so liberal it could accomodate any musical facility.
Apr 2018 · 346
Helio
Cecil Miller Apr 2018
He wipes the dried flakes of soil from his face as he comes to life.
He is called to his task in the air.
Rises, he rises.
With tireless love he takes his chair.

Angels touch his skin
Which glistens in the golden glow
Of an orb that burns eternal,
Or as long as lives a soul.

A new day begins
When Helio pulls the sun
In the employment of Saturn
For the service of all and one.

Would the world get by without him?
Would the day be ever long?
He never pauses to wonder
When he pulls his chariot along.

There never is a day
He thinks they should give praise.
Love means that he does the task
Without a question to be raised.

Rarely given Helio
Is a thanking for the light;
For bringing them the sun
Until the time of night.
I wrote this poem about the sun just now.
It really is a metaphore, an ode to those people among us who perform their tasks in service to others with selfless intent.
Mar 2018 · 403
Sopping Rags
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Your crusty new day eyes
Have long been opened wide.
You're not at home.
You're out in the world,
Where I can't hurt you.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse for it.

I've no right to write
What your heart has kept inside;
I can't be forgiven.
Though I'm no longer your monster,
I am your ghost.
Sometimes, I bet I'm screaming in your dreams.

I caused pain and much despair.
And I know it's too late to save our past.
But hopefully these few lines
Can spare other lives from similar despair.

I know our time has passed.
I can't bounce you on my knee;
Look into your eyes and see
No matter what mistakes there might has been;
That you love me.

I ain't always been a white hat guy.
I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?".
I'll never have a claim to innocence.
There's no excuse...

And it weighs on me
Like sopping rags
That cling to my body
When caught out in the storm.
I thought this was going to be a country song. It is not.
Mar 2018 · 963
CMA2018
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Where were you when country music performers did not make political statements?
Did you stand or kneel when they sang, "God Bless the U.S.A."?
If the south would have won, would we really have had it made?
If you don't plan to take a stand, what are all hidden stockpiled rapidfire rifles for?
No wonder you won't talk about current events.
You have been silenced in so many debates.
Seeing how the republican officials are doing, I wouldn't want to talk about it either if I were you.
We hate to say we told you so,
But we did.
I loath hypocrisy
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
A cry for battle
Issues forth from your wicked mouth,
And finds a way to my ear.
I accept the challenge.
I will break your heart.

When darkness you need,
I will cast a light
Upon your duplicity
And broadcast your faithlessness
Into the dark of a stormy night.

The snow globe will shatter,
The one you keep on the end of a ceptor as you prim over golden walls laden with your uselessness.

Sidelong glances await you,
And shouts from the street,
Though not the one you want.

Anger will crack your face. Nobody will care.
Solidity has melted away from all the heat;
and you’ll retreat
Down into a hole to hide
With all the crawlers,
But even they will not abide
Because of your lies.
They won't sympathize
With your short eyes.
Wrote a poem about it, like to read it, hear it go.
Mar 2018 · 434
Let Me Dream of Love
Cecil Miller Mar 2018
Let me dream of love;
Let me dream of love tonight.
Sometimes fantasy can be
Greater than reality.

Let me dream of love tonight.
Let me hold a body tight.
Let me gaze into some eyes
That are kind and beautiful and wise.

Let me dream of love tonight,
Though it may not be real,
No matter how it may feel.
It will not be mistaken for a lie.
Some of my favorite poems are little songs I make up while in the shower.
I composed this and then wanted to get it on the site before it slipped away as so many tidbits often do. (I'm still in my towel) 3/11/2018 6:35pm

p.s. there is a rock festival happening outside my window, so of course I would have music on my brain.
Feb 2018 · 466
Have You Ever Met an Idol
Cecil Miller Feb 2018
I'm flipping through the vinyl at the vintage record store even though I haven't a penny in my pocket to spend.

The owner doesn't ever seem to mind that I am all the time hanging out there browsing.

All the music of my life is there.

Sometimes it makes me sad;
Sometimes it makes me happy.
It always makes me feel something,
But it never fails to quiver my eyes.

I knew the band was touring.
I heard they were coming soon,
That classic rock salvation
Is the only thing that sooths.

I could have fell
Right to the floor,
When rock and roll
Came through the door.

Have you ever seen an idol?
I mean, shining like a god
In glistening southern heat?
I pray to God our eyes don't meet.

He had a flowing tunic,
And a top hat on his fluffy mane.
A small entourage was with him.
His eyes were above his darkened shades.

I gasped and said a swear word that I could not keep inside.
Over stacked of dingy cardboard boxes he saw me,
I tried to beg apology but could not speak;
My legs were petrified.

In my chest my heart was pounding,
Sounding like the beating of a drum that timed each step that he took, as he walked around the musical maze to the spot where I was frozen.

Have you ever met an idol?
Someone who is more than just a man?
Someone who has the message of a poet,
And seems to understand like no-one can?

I forced myself to look away,
Looking down to the floor.
I hate that in this moment
I am so vulnerable,
And I love that my nerves are open raw.

I cannot believe all I can do is panic
And I know he must see that I am pathetic.
My soul is naked in his sight.

I know there is no possible way
I can recover from my shame.
I tremble when he puts his hand upon my shoulder
And tell me he understands, that it's alright,
Tells me him in the eye.

I am so close I can see the pores between the stubble on his face.

He asks me how I'm doing, now.
I tell him that my brother should be the one he is meeting.
He is older, and better and more steady in his grip. My brother loved him first because my mother used to play his songs. That's how I came to love him, too.
My brother is more a man than I.

He tells me that my brother isn't here.
That this is just the way it's meant to be,
This charity, serendipity.

He tells me he is honored I'm a fan
Of his music, and he's glad I like the band.

He ask me if I'm coming to the show.
I change my gaze to see the band behind him.
I tell him that I tried, I really tried.
I wanted to so bad. I had no money.
I've been out here on the streets for quite a while.
And, God, I cannot feel this moment.
Everything seems like it's going.
I cannot help but give my life to him.

Take a breath, he calmy tells me.
He holds his hand out to the side.
He signals with his beautiful *******.
What is happening?

And I ask him

"Have you ever met an idol
Someone you wish maybe you could be?
Or were you always beautiful,
Never just a runaway like me?"

He put the tickets in my hand and
Folds his over mine
And takes my hand as if we were praying.
Nobody is a nobody,
His eyes said to mine.
I can see he knows I understand.

He told me that he looked forward to seeing me in the front row.
I wrote this on my phone just now while soaking in a hot bath. Please forgive any mistakes. I'll fix them in time. I know it changes tense. There really is no other way to express the dream state of this poetic writing without taking some grammatic liberties.
Feb 2018 · 427
It Won't Be Me
Cecil Miller Feb 2018
I've had more than my share of news.
My pocket watch doesn't have a snooze.
I tried to get by the right way,
But the world's a society.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

The slickest part of the granite is mine.
Stay on your side of the line,
Unless you get a clear invite.
No chance of that except in dead of night.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

I don't want to take the blame
Of being foolish to your game.
I have heard it all before
And there's no use coming back for more.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

The fragile nature of your face
Needs to look elsewhere for grace.
I am not the savior of souls
Though I've collected many tolls.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

Are my lines straight as a curve
Or do I need to write more words?
I don't need to cease the day.
I just lock my heart away.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

I've been lit by the candle's light
Buy the late night love of Mr. Right.
As solid as the moment was,
It wasn't even really love.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

I go to where from angels flee
In their fits of jealousy.
I do whatev' I **** well please;
I'm stormy waters of the sea.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.

One day the one that set the course
Of my hardened tour de force
Will write me of a wedding day,
Some good came of sending me away.
Somebody's getting burned
But it won't be me.
I wrote this two nights ago, except for the last stanza, which I wrote while in the process of this posting. I hope it is recieved well.
Feb 2018 · 364
Life
Cecil Miller Feb 2018
I ain't no stranger to strangers.
I got a lot of love to give.
Can't see through to the back of the room.
When the lights go dim,
That's when the violence blooms.

The wispers carry on tension
Of the strings between the cans.
All the brows are down at me
And the words slash whenever they can.

But I've got one thing more
Than anybody with giddy grins
On their plastic faces
And their squared-off chins.

I've got life.

I've got life.

I ain't no secrets to secrets.
Many have been mine to keep.
Heaven knows, I've been a few.
When they got back to their houses,
They wished away secrets they knew.

They scream to break the tension.
If they don't, they go insane.
They poison their faces,
Turn the keys and spill their brains.

But I've got something more
Than loose binds to convention.
I'm a prism of truth
From another dimension.

I've got life.

I've got life.

Even though they say they don't,
I know that they want to know
''How does the other half live?"
Lately I have been under the influence of punk and early new wave. Again.
Feb 2018 · 347
Adumbrations
Cecil Miller Feb 2018
I can circumvent your systems.
I can infiltrate your ranks.
I can pass inside the shadows
Quietly along your river banks.

Only in the shadows can you find me.
Come on in and see what you will find
In the places I have slithered into,
The darkest, cob-webbed courners of your mind.
Just a little work in verse. I wrote it just now.
Jan 2018 · 519
Envoy of Love
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
In the darkness of the night,
From where comes the dove,
Materializes
Your envoy of love.

Here for your privelidge,
He fits like a glove.
Wear him like midnight,
Your envoy of love.

You can count on him.
You won't be let down.
The spectre in the night that comes to you
Is the diamond in your crown.

He's nothing but a dream,
Your imagination
Moving in the shadows of your room.
He is the part of you
That will not let go of hope.

He is everything you see,
All and much above
The highest dream you have,
Your envoy of love.

Keep him to you self.
In verse, cantillate of,
But always hide in code
Your envoy of love.
Everybody fantasizes. Don't they?
Jan 2018 · 490
Just a Start
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
Bring the noise in your head.
Let it splatter on the wall.
I can help you find the meaning
In the scramblings that you find so puzzling.

Lift your voice to the heavens;
Raise your fists at the gods,
If it helps you assemble
All the fragments of a life you thought was gone for good.

Take no more time
To wallow in your doubt.
Let's seize this moment
To figure it out.
The answers lie inside of you,
I can help you see your truth.
Together we will walk the path,
That winding frozen rivery glass.
I can melt your lonely frozen heart,
If you permit me just a start.

Anger has been your bridgroom
And you feed on the aingst.
You are as the speck of dust
Swirling in the sunny ray through the window blind.

So, suffer at your own will;
Hurt at your own behest.
Know that just outside the shadow
There is a hand that waits
For you to reach out for it's touch.

Take no more time
To wallow in your doubt.
Let's seize this moment
To figure it out.
The answers lie inside of you,
I can help you see your truth.
Together we will walk the path,
That winding frozen rivery glass.
I can melt your lonely frozen heart,
If you give me just a start.
I wrote this just now in one sitting.
I thought it was interesting enough to share.
Jan 2018 · 537
The Way That You Are Now
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
The floor beneath me crumbles away.
The picture that you've drawn dissolves.
I used to take the words you said to me on faith.
My sacrilege was in knowing,
But loving you this long.

The sparkles in your eyes ignite me;
Reflections of your teary eyes.
You can take the words I say on faith.
Enough now of this heresy.
I've loved you for too long.

What was a singularity
Began to walk in single file.
Now agents of your faithless heart
Fall to the heaping pile.

You came to me as someone
I would give my life to serve

But the way that you are now
Means my whole world has changed
I don't know
If it's better or it's worse
I only know
That it's real.

Your regal words designed a world
That was fitting to my foolish heart.
I thought that you worked magic but it was illusion.
My blasphemy was in knowing
And still loving you this long.

The tender nature of your lie enticed me.
I put my faith in it.
I gave my life to you.
I gave, gave you all,
My all is true;
And lie is all you do
My blasphemy was seeing it,
And letting it continue.

At first it was a trickle,
But it became a stream.
Now the riverbanks erode,
Washed out in your flood.

You came to me as someone
I would give my life to serve

But the way that you are now
Means my whole world has changed
I don't know
If it's better or it's worse
I only know
That it's real

Not just a lie,
Not just a scheme,
It is exactly as it seems.

I don't know
If it's better or it's worse.
I only know
That it's real.

Here on this street, you try talk to me;
I don't want to hear it,
There is nothing more you have for me.
Watch me get smaller down the street,
So I don't have to hear
Another word of your fantasy.
I started singing a random phrase in the shower, the refrain, and decided to turn it into a song.
Jan 2018 · 468
Allegory
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love with you.

I love to be in love,
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love with you.

There was a time
We did not know.
There was a time
We let the music go
Without ambition;
Without guidance to flow,
And it rocked right out of our soul.

I love to be in love,
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love with you.

I love to be in love,
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love with you.

There was a time
We forgot to see
Where it comes from;
Love for you and me.
We let it run
Too wild and free
Cause rock and roll
Just had to be.

There was a time
We gave it all away
Without surrender
And we did not save
There came a time
The account was raked;
Thank God in time
We discoved grace

I love to be in love,
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love with you.

I love to be in love,
I love to be in love,
I love to be in love with you.
Another song. I haven't set it to music, yet.
It isn't a love song. It is really about how music should come from the soul. At some point, music seemed to come from the ego. That's when it suffers the most.
Jan 2018 · 411
Tulips for Tears
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
From the soul backed to the precipice of a life never changing,
Through the crest of an almond shape and cascading over an apple fullness,
Fall the tiny tributes of hopelessness;
Until she is offered
Tulips for her tears.
I have been working on a romance novel, which was going to be heavily focussed on a location, as was Casablanca or Streetcar name Desire. I decided to focuss the romance more on the characters. In delving into the creative process I discovered that a passion for love does not make them weak or sappy. It makes them human.
I am considering the above brief poem as a blurb for the back cover.
My business model is to have five novel length pieces off work before publication or agent submission.
Typically, I write suspense or horror. What could be more suspensful or terrifying than waiting for love or fear of living without it, or how to live once it has found you at long last.
Jan 2018 · 352
Love-broke
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
Can I take out a loan on your heart?
My credit is good
And I won't equifax it.
I won't rip it apart.
A piece of brief poetry. Hope you like it.
Jan 2018 · 289
Dudley Do-Right
Cecil Miller Jan 2018
Dudley does to Pauline,
He does her right.
Dudley does to Pauline
Day and night.
Dudley does to Pauline
Til he hits the floor.
Dudley does to Pauline
Til he can't anymore

Dudley, Dudley, Dudley
Dudley Do-right.

Dudley never meant
To make a mess.
Dudley never asked Pauline
To wear that dress.
Dudley never needed
To hear her groan.
Dudley would have offered
To drive her home.

Dudley, Dudley, Dudley
Dudley do-right.

Dudley gets the mop
And a soapy pail.
Dudley wouldn't like
To go to jail.
Dudley is relieved
There's no-one to tell.
Dudley is so sweet,
Who'd believe the tale?

Dudley, Dudley, Dudley
Dudley Do-right.
This is a punk song I am working up loosely inspired by the song, "Johnny Hit and Run Pauline."
Of course, I took it to a darker level.
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