baby you are so cold today
so cold it stings my face
so cold my lips dry out
baby i think i am breathing
your solid air
what have i done
baby this is so unfair
and woman i am finding it hard to breath
living in your solid air.

Watch me walk by
You talk about me
To your eager friends
As you think about
My hips, my thighs
My hair, my eyes
Staring into your soul
I watch from behind
My expensive sunglasses
I watch as you squirm
Those jitters I gave you
I make you feel
Don’t second guess me
I am a hell of a lot better
Then you, but don’t worry
I won’t get carried away
I know what I am doing
I will be happy
I will find love
You don’t even know me
Look how you drool
As I walk away from you

For so long she's been a mother lost
not there for her little girl as she should be
wallowing in loneliness and self pity
when all along she was never alone
she had this sparkling gem the whole time
a sweet angel who only sees light
and she needs guidance and a strong hand
finally slapped back to reality
from here on forth she promises
to show the beauty in the world
to take time each day to laugh and give love
hold her hand while walking in the woods
teaching her all the things about the world
for she craves knowledge
and who better to give it than mommy
mommy is sorry for being so stern
being so impatient
also so selfish
for nothing in this world means more
than when she looks at her and smiles
and says thank you, mommy
thank you for doing this for me
there is no greater joy
I love you my Lily

Ah, the earth and her brilliant beauty
radiating life, such a beautiful perfect circle
everlasting, eternal
how I love you, adore you
but then I see this, humanity
corrupted, angry, power hungry and so full of hate
and my heart bleeds
why is it we cannot live equally
share all the world and the love it has to offer
money? religion? human nature?
God, why can we not all look beyond it
children dying, innocents left bleeding on the streets
innocents who wanted no part in your war
and you took the one life they had and ripped it away
when all they wanted was love, security, peace
a child of all things
wanting to wake and play in the streets
knowing naught of why there is so much hatred
or even for that matter, what hate  is
so how do innocents become so hate filled
indoctrination, it is taught
I do not believe we are born so filled with this horror
so what is so hard about going beyond this
people full of love these days so rare to find
ones that dream of coexistence
why is this?
do they ignore the idea?
are they blind?
or do they just not care?
content to live in a world
a world where people are shot down
I know they see it
I know they know of it
how does their heart not bleed like mine
they see pictures, hear it on the news
whether they knew them or not their story is real
their suffering, their pain
it is heartbreaking
it is unfair
I know I do not have it so hard
but I see their lives riddled with suffering
and I feel I know them
I want to reach for them
save them all and I cannot
tearing at every fabric of my being
I feel so far from being real
when I speak of this and people say don't think about it
how the hell can I not?
I exist within this world
this world so fueled by hate and anger
how can I ignore others pain
why am I finding myself weeping daily
for someone I never knew
I knew their pain
I knew how unfair their life was
so why do I feel so alone in this feeling
humanity you are tearing my soul to pieces

i always end up like this
no matter what type of event i'm at
sitting, alone, in the back
but this time, there
on the church basketball court
converted into a dancefloor
just as roughly as i also was converted
into a church dance attendee
in dark grey corduroys
and a crimson dress shirt
(missing a collar button)
not to mention a shave
(far too thorough, as i always am)
and a haircut by my uncles hand-
it was there,
that i was choking back tears,
tears caused by glancing up momentarily,
javing five or more beautiful girls
meet my eyes, and smile invitingly
(telling me to stand)
but still being unable to drag myself out of that chair
and walk over to them.
an inability caused by her,
the one i still love(d)
wherever she happens to be.
but, this inability to move
is not her fault.
we're over
and i'm a free man,
so i make my mind up,
wipe my eyes,
and stand;
rising to look at the faces
of the two who are telling me
to walk, to tap, to ask, to dance
and
without a word
i walk into that crowd
leaving them behind.
but
she's still here.
and, keeping that in mind
i enjoy myself
but every face
every conversation
dissolves,

as my footsteps do-

as the music does-

at the end of each song





©Brandon Webb
2012