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 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
I can't undo!  I'm too taut to lose
a shameful strain, a wired, painful memory
that stresses me to cringe away again.

I know too well what they'd all say:
"Better safe than sorry!"
If I let them down, they'll turn a way,
damning me with folly.

What did you expect
when you held me with regret?
Oh, how could I forget...
How can I forget?

I can't undo.
I can't undo.
I can't undo,
but I can work through.
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
Wait just a little more.
Wait for the sun to show.
Wait just a moment more.
Rain makes the flowers grow.
Hold on!  Don't lose hope!

Wait just a little more.
Wait for the sun to show.
Wait just a moment more.
Pain makes the hours slow.
Hold on!  Hold on!  Hold on, don't lose hope!

Wait just a little more.
Wait for the sun to show.
Wait just a moment more.
Rain makes the flowers grow.
Hold on!  Hold on!  Hold on, don't lose hope!

Don't let this break you!
Don't let this sweep you away!
Patience is virtue when you must choose to shoulder the weight.
Just a little more!  Just a moment more!
Hold on, don't lose hope!
Don't lose heart!
Don't lose hope.
Lyrics, yo.
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
Born free,
what have you been branded to buy as truth?

You couldn't help but consume the prime conditioning,
angelic thing, they manipulated your blank, slated value with price
Impressionable infant, deficient heuristics anchored in tradition
were all you were given, they represented trend's definition of right

Blind to blinders set by frames,
you will never long for sky you've never seen
While you've been growing, who's been leading?
Who's been sowing, who's been reaping?

Now you are as you're told.
Now you are as you're sold.

You didn't see how your movements were determined: causal reinforcement and cogged belief systems
Hunters exploit the needs of the herd and they traded you meaning for all you were worth
Customerary compliance made you meek and the markets less violent
Your standardized schema had felt so secure, while their fashion pruned passion's significant core

Blind to blinders set by frames,
you cannot be free if you don't see your cage
While you've been growing, who's been sneaking?
Who's been sowing, who has been reaping?

Now you are as you're told.
Now you are as you're sold.

They'll come as salesman, promised happiness in their wares
They'll come as preachers, with taxing cross for you to bear
They'll come for your time, your money
They'll come for your life, and your sunny days
will be grey without that which you never knew you needed
No, you never ever needed

What have you been branded to buy as truth?

You won't choose to see your reflection on the discount shelf,
reduced to pelf, you let them establish the goods so you could be saved
from spending efficient economy, it's ironic that you're their battery
and though their floor is your slaved ceiling, you give your Self away

You won't see your light inside
if you're guided by other selfish minds!
How did you begin?
What have you been?
Who are you now?
Hip-hoppening lyrics from 2009.
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
Day

Day after day
after day after day

Day after day
the dawn will wake
and so will I

From a dreary, dull escape
I'll find the strength
to open my eyes

Through the midday height
I'll guide myself right
for better, brighter ways
(a better, brighter way)

When the weary dusk sets
I'll reap due rest
with honest, easy grace
(shameless, graceful, sweet senescence)


Night*

Use the day
Use the day

See, the light
never dies
it hides away

Why not try?
Let life thrive
against decay

Star echo
seems hollow
but don't despair!
(oh, use the day, use your love and hope)

Love and hope
shape our world
just as well
(to shape our world just)
As these are the lyrics to a 4 part choir composition, the lyrics in parenthesis are referring to what is sung by the female and male soloists.
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
Why does attention so fondly take hold
when ever new moonflower buds
on lonely land cleared of the last's marigolds
that long masqueraded as love?

Will arum give way to hydrangea?
Will heartsease yield lavender's bite?
I cling to mad dreams of hibiscus
conceived in the moonflower's light.
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
The new wind threatens
the structure of what has been
the wisdom of tradition
all our rigid, reverent ease

How can I hold?

Oh, how can I hold when
the freedom from control can expand
chance for wild reaction
naked in the savage ocean

Where did we go?

The new wind could mix
flowing wisdom with this
safe and steady freedom

Preserve what's passed to
help the future last in
any way they see fit

However we hold!
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
If precious time to freely spend
is all that you could offer me,
with a great deal, I must contend;
I don't feel the fairest harmony.

My mailbox needs fixing.
My muscle is burning.
My value is changing.
I'm tired of hurting.

If precious time to freely spend
is all that you could offer me,
I wonder why I'm so content
to whine of overdue upkeep.

Why must work be so hard?
Why should work be so hard?

Now, without further adieu,
I'll prove from you what I have learned:
I can love what I'd like to!
I'll make every moment beauty earned.

My mailbox needs fixing!
My muscle is burning!
My value is changing,
I'm tired of hurting!
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
O! what enthralling beauty!
This love was quite a catch!
And though our dawn burned through me,
those feelings never last.

The edge that I had felt you with
has dulled and lost its shine.
While, once, I wore you well,
something new will suit me fine.

(or)

Fancy leaves an open space
that's turned to Love or left with haste
Originally written in November of 2008.  The more succinct version was written in November of 2010.
 Jul 2011
Cory Childs
After all that toil, my journey is through.
I am home, to wander no longer.

My success has born such rich rewards.
Isn't comfort what we all long for?

My skin is satisfied, but my insides itch.
Embers call for me to blaze onward.

I'm growing bored of these restless hands.
I am not content with contentment.

— The End —