Surprise

As  I lay there, we breathe in
Time refusing to pass us by
We lose all sense of reason

The winds herald the coming season
Leaves settle with creeks and sighs
As I lay there, we breathe in

I lose all sense of calm and reason
Clench my teeth between the cries
As I lay there, we breathe in

My thoughts have lost all cohesion
This miracle has mystified
We lose all sense of reason

One more press that softly frees him
Delivered of this great surprise
As I lay there, gently breathing
We've finally have a sense of reason

Power

Power

Keep calm and steady heads

Lest madness grow in our veins

For the world is free of reason

It infects the very soul

A swelling resonance erupts

It pounds and drums in time

Encroaching on everything

Our reason will set all free

They come now to topple us

With raised and steady arms

As we fall, together

Reason has swept the land

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Race

Race

This breakneck speed, it never stops

A frantic, hectic pace

The crashing, clanking sound of the world

There’s a reason it’s called the human race

Where do we go when just need a break

When you need to just get away

Sometimes we all need a new look on life

A new prospective on the day

So we head for mountain, sand and shore

To relax and recharge and rest

But maybe we don’t know how to slow ourselves down

What methods really work the best

A change is coming carried on currents

Which way they blow no one knows

Just try to keep your head on straight

This world keeps you on your toes

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Entertainer’s Widow

Entertainer’s Widow

I have no reason to write

I need only to say

When you are out of my sight

I think of you every day

When you are with me the whole world seems in tune

When we are apart nothing seems to matter

I hope we are together soon

I couldn’t begin to feel sadder

I know your work is needed

The world must know of you

But while your work is feted

I sit at home feeling blue

But someday soon you’ll come home to me

Then all the world will see that you belong to me

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Justified

Justified

Whatever I was thinking

Believing I was worthy

You wouldn’t even look my way

Now I know why you won’t

Return my calls

You could not even justify

Spending the dime

I admit the rate of return

Is appreciably bad

What is there to keep me

In this barren, fruitless life?

No love, no reason for being

Would the world suffer my lack?

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Suits You

Deepest and Darkest, the most intense hue

Calls to mind violence, death and sorrow

Strange as it seems, it always suits you

But never was I, one troubles to borrow

Let’s save all the pondering stuff for tomorrow

Concentrate only on the needs of the day

Party and play while the time bleeds away

You only have reason to question your life

If you don’t like where the possibilities lay

You have no one to blame for your strife

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Countdown (168)

If I start a countdown now

That doesn’t make me horrible

It just makes me tired

Sick of the pain and heartbreak

It’s a purposeless fight

Burning through energy

I could use so much more

Time better spent elsewhere

If there is a reason

I can’t find it

Like a vestigial organ

No longer needed

Why should I suffer

If I will never

Bare a mother’s fate?

I don’t need to suffer

To be a woman

If I will never be a mother

As Lady MacBeth said

Unsex me here

Please?

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Beloved/Summons (A Conversation)

I long to see the sunshine.

              You see it every day.

I miss the sea and sand.

In your eyes, their colors lay.

I want to see my beloved,

I miss you just as much!

To walk with her hand and hand.

I miss your very touch!

My beloved, I summon you.

I hear and answer the call.

I call you home to stay.

Why would I wish to be away?

And once you have entered my view,

You are my world, my all!

I promise to be forever with you.

I have no reason to stray.