How To Save A Life

Step one: you say we need to talk, he walks, you say sit down it's just a talk.

He smiles politely back at you, you stare poiltely

right on through.

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Between the lines of fear and blame

And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best

Cause after all you do know best

Try to slip past his defense

Without granting innocence

Lay down a list of what is wrong

The things you've told him all along

And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice

You lower yours and grant him one last choice

Drive until you lose the road

Or break with the ones you've followed

He will do one of two things

He will admit to everything

Or he'll say he's just not the same

And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Toe the line?

Resisted the urge, there is no thorn in this rose,
Stared down the fiery ball in the sky, it isn’t the only truth
Derided the scorn, for belief is supreme I suppose
Posited against the obvious, logic may not always be sooth

Jaded and flogged, it held its form
Evidence never marred or held sway
Atrophied and worn, never evoked the norm
All cynicism and worldliness kept at bay

Yet, its raining acid once again,
Seeping into old scars, burning some anew
Carcasses of thought strewn around in pain
Bleached bones of trust are all that’s left in lieu

A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.

Robert Frost

Requiem

Whose ideals, whose principles and whose dreams,
We have tread on them all and covered up our tracks
The roasted prunes, the empty cans, the stories in reams
Its all sanded down and nudged up in the extreme

Blaze of glory, streaks of brightness and paths of innovation
Untouched by hypocrisy, unbidden by expediency
The lives and loves, all unsullied, uninhibited imagination
Documented and proven, it’s all frozen and still in its prime

The stench of failure, does not threaten us.
Not for us the tedium of numbing boredom
The threat of tragedy passes us idly by
The pain of parting as the bard, is only such sweet sorrow

For...

Fearless and bold we have travelled the Roads less taken
Oh, my love what a time it was
We have pushed the boundaries, tested the limits and busted the clichés
We have had our run and oh, what a time it was

Free as a bird on the wing....

Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess

But you know I just couldn't care less

Gonna write me a song 'bout what's right and what's wrong
Got God and my girl and all that
Quiet while I make like a cat

Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing

Roam from town to town, get to get people down
But I don't care too much about that
Cause my gut and my wallet are fat

Make a whole lot of dough but i deserve it though
I got soul and a good heart of gold
So I'll sing about war and the cold

Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing

Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it with seams
Cause it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of things

Well the guy that digs me
Should try hard to see
That he buys all my discs in a hat.
And when I'm in town go see that.

Cause I'm a poet, doncha know it
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing