The Starlings
outside my window
sing a song
of no regret.
There is snow
on the ground
and little food
to be found,
but it's okay
because today
the sun is out
and the sky
is clear.
It's very warm
for this time of year,
and if the theosophy
doesn't blind me
I know I'll find me
a weapon to use
to fight these blues.

Picking nasty notes
Not the yellow ones
That stare back at you
Before you open the fridge-door
But, blue ones that wave to my ear
Under the moon that is
Breaking through the picture window
Notes in the air, notes expressing despair
The moon shines for no one

It's late, no traffic
The radiator hisses ticks and pops
Trying hard to vocalize between plucked notes
Mighty vibrations vibrating
Blues dark blue, blues light blue
Blues  hurting, angry, breaking free
Into a turquoise green-blue sea
Back to the black of night
With the moonlight and a salty tear on ones cheek

Here in the mechanics
of the mind, some just aren't
mechanically inclined.

A line of people
waiting in a queue,
more and more gathered
until there was quite a few.

Some were crippled
and others were blind,
some were deaf and they did sign.

More and more came
to where they gathered that day.
They brought with them paper,
and shoddy goods they did take away.

A good rule of thumb,
none of what you see,
only half of what you hear.
They'll play on your ignorance,
they will cater to your fear.

Here in the mechanics of the mind,
some just aren't mechanically inclined,
and a good rule of thumb is a good rule of thumb.

It would be so sweet if it wasn't so bitter
It would really move if it didn't stand so still
It's going to take a lot of water, maybe a river
It'll take a lot of love until I've had my fill

Sometimes love's fire lifts us up
It burns so bright as we fill our cup
We touch so soft and slow beside the ancient well
It feels so good to be under loves spell
So we try to hold on tight but love takes wings
And in our pain we do hurtful things

Love's strong suit held close to the chest
Says you've got it made, your hand is the best
So you can go big or you can stay home
You can hold your horses, you can hold the phone
In the end you know it's true
You're going to slide on in, there's nothing you can do

When you can't find love because
It's hidden hard in heart-red shades and blue-grey shadow
It feels like you don't remember how to live
You stumble around and forget your place
You wring your hands and you knit a face
You try and pretend it doesn't matter, that's what you'll do
Who are you trying to kid, who's fooling who

She came to call
And stays most of the fall,
She takes the ground floor
You the one above

The floorboards creaked under your weight
Driving her wild, she'd yell at the ceiling
You thought maybe from a hospital she'd escaped
Any scenario was none too appealing

You hoped for more than this
Trying so ****** hard to appease
When you met in the kitchen
You wondered who this strange person was

Something about her had you sweating bullets
You reached for the tea towel while the kettle boiled
She whimpered and you knew not what to do
She shrieked and you poured the tea

Around the first snow you saw a way out
Above her you'd shuffle soft shoe on the wooden floor
Using the washroom you'd pull the seat up and snicker
Leaving hair in the sink, and a streaked mirror

Before much more time the cards were played
The rooster greeted the morning and her bags were packed
You waited at the station to make sure she got aboard
The sound of the train whistle set you free

The sun
A bullet hole
Burning through
The grey-white sky
Waiting on a train
At a crossing
Traffic standing still
Graffiti strewn as boxcar pass
Artful dodgers creating
On steel canvas'
Leaving their unsung scars
Smokey music fills my head
One of those moments
In my memory scrapbook
Thoughts of one who
Used to make me know
All is good with the world

Rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.

Your father's scolding is
whipped waves roaring,
a howling wind that tore
the sound from
hell's aching bell.

Your Father's smile, bliss,
graceful, gentle, wide.
When it falls down
you can't hide.

Rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.