Zac Sandri

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

It was in the springtime
I had a talk with a friend of mine
Of words he did not want to hear
Things he probably would not adhere to
But needed to be heard by my own ear

It was in the springtime
I spilled my heart and spilled my fear
It may not have ever been said
I may not have listened if it had
But I spoke it from my chest and my head

It was in the springtime
I heard the words I would never leave
They mean so little to the passers by
Whose ears would perk with comprehension
I cannot explain exactly why

It was in the springtime
I walked with him into town
The trains nearly drown out our sound
I did not care if they did
In the dead of night I heard the birds sing 'round

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

Todays Forecast

Today could be an ugly day
And today the sun could shine
Where is the light behind
The mirrored windowed mind
All seen in dream and hazy thought
The wind blow'n down the clouds
Whistling past the door way - locked
Waiting for his pals
The rain won't come for some time
He's hidden himself away
Today could be an ugly day
And today the sun could shine

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

Sabotage

A swift look from side to side
Confirms there's no one else behind
I felt them there
I swear
They know what they're doing

They the word that denotes them
Someone else with my efforts to stem
Stop hiding!
It's driving
Me mad in my thoughtful mind

I'll trip again not catch my fall
I saw it coming and couldn't stop at all
I was made a joke
I simply choked
And it was I who made me the fool

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

Thrump Bump Bump

More on and more over
Get up or get on
Heard it in a song once
Twice they sang it live
Take heed, take your time
You know the rhythm

Thrump bump bump
Thrump bump bump

Just do it they say
All over the radio waves
Need to know
Yes you do!
Of course we don't
But they sing and sing

Thrump bump bump
Thrump bump bump

Wave to the music
Drop to the beat
Its taking over your senses
Like the smoke in the air
Sweet sweet notes
Dark dark meaning

Thrump bump bump
Thrump bump bump

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

Yawn

"The hour is late"
          I hear her say
          Not late enough to sleep
"Close your eyes"
         She whispers to me
         Soft words do sink
"Give me your hand"
         Still black around
         All sound is out
"Hold it please"
         I can feel her heart
         Beat and beat and beat
"...goodnight..."
         The hour is late
         Not late enough to sleep

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

Sleep, Awake, Arise

Darkness of the patterned cloth,
Roughness of the sheets,
Wakeful wisping washing dreams,
Needless, needless sleep,
"Awake!" and "Awake!",
Alarm clock cries,
Quick and roll,
Avoid demise,

Bright and vivid bleakness seeps,
A coil to neck and chest,
Lost and losing the way it seems,
The serpents war is best,
"Arise!" and "Arise!",
A savior shouts,
Cast off the snake,
Forget your doubts,

Blackness of the inner eye,
Restlessness, heartlessness drives,
Struggle to the surface so close,
Final, dreaded release arrives,
"Sleep." and "Sleep."
The demon chides,
Hold gets tight,
Time he bides,

Sleep, Awake, Arise
Sleep, Awake, Arise
Sleep,
Awake,
Arise.

Zac Sandri Apr 2013

Repressed Memory

I can't remember anymore,
All of the things you told me,
Of all the great and wondrous dreams,
And all the lies you sold me,

Our little game of little things,
Back and forth and without end,
Was set for which in dying days,
To attack and then defend,

With each and every pinprick stab,
Awoke a ghost; cried shame,
To think of all and terrible fate,
A needled foot to lame,

So when the light shines very dim,
I know I'll catch a glimpse,
I can't remember all've said,
But I can't say I'm upset