Can't Break Me Down

You can’t break what’s already broken

You can’t take what’s already been stolen

You can’t

You can’t break

You can’t break me

You can’t break me

You can’t break me down

You never could.

When the head hangs lowly

And when comfort’s gone astray

Just remember, it could not have wandered far from here…

And when you need it,

When you need what’s inside

The heart will find,

The heart will find it there

And then, all things

All those dark clouds and shaded smiles,

Will become those shapes, the epitomes of clear

You always knew, exactly what to say

A Song for the Doubter

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You got people telling you

You don’t know what your doing

You got people telling you

You got no place pursuing

                                                  But they don’t know

              But they don’t know

Just cause something’s never been done

Don’t mean it can’t be done

Illogical (E-Lodge-Ick-Uhl)

Is

Phenomenal (Fee-Nom-N-Uhl)

When the

Impossible (Imp-Pah-Sip-Uhl)

Becomes

Probable (Prah-Bib-Uhl)

Then real (Re-Uhl), then real (Re-Uhl)

You got people telling you

There’s no point in dreaming

You got people telling you

There’s no reason for believing

You got people telling you

There’s no chance at succeeding

     But they don’t know

              But they don’t know

Just cause something’s never been done

Don’t mean it can’t be done

Illogical (E-Lodge-Ick-All)

Is

Phenomenal (Fee-Nom-N-All)

When the

Impossible (Imp-Pah-Sip-Uhl)

Becomes

Probable (Prah-Bib-Uhl)

Then real (Re-Uhl), then real (Re-Uhl)

Always going to be people saying

There’ll always be someone talking

But they’re isn’t ever going to be

Someone like you/Someone like me (Repeat while fading out)

In Between The End and The Beginning

I’m not old enough to be distinguished

Not young enough to be considered cool

I’m left miring through the middle

Of elation and maturity

Oh how this life is cruel, so, so cruel

Stuck here in the center,

In between the end and

The beginning,

Still in a state of unknowing

As to when originates the dream

Where do these pathways lead?

Tell me—where do they lead?

The struggles are never ending

Nothings just quite as it seems

The struggles are never ending

You can see this in my eyes

The struggles are never ending

At first I didn’t believe you

     But now I realize, now I realize

Sense of Home

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You broke through

The walls I’ve built,

Smashed them down,

With fists laced in guilt, allowing

Only silhouettes their rightful place in line

You pushed me away to far withdrawn

After hearing you sing your lonely song

Yet I’d be tethered back to you

But only after you heard me aligning

With some other’s sad refrain

shower in, upon me now

shower down, drench me here

with your light, wash away

my every sense of fear

You took my tears,

You took them all, vialed

Each and capped their lids,

Forever keeping me near,

holding my desires ever closer still

You closed these eyes,

White circles dyed brown,

You closed these lids,

Lest I should frown, seeing

Clearly, all the world’s disturbances

shower in, upon me now

shower down, drench me here

with your light ,wash away

my every sense of fear

But never would you show your face

Always coddling behind those swathing silks,

And never would you speak your name

Only ever speaking through the eyes alone

In which, I’ve finally found a place my own

Therein finding what’s been missing,

That elusive feeling when one wanders stray

That craving urge, the daydreams that steal away

Never fully realized, never truly honed

Until one returns, forever,

to that loving sense of home.

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Loving Stares

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You don’t get it

you can’t understand

and yet for my sake

you always say that you can,

         you say you do

but I know that's for me

And for this

         I’ll always pray

that you'll never see

        

Loving stares

         can reveal so much more

than a thousand words

         anesthetically poured

Loving stares

        can reveal so much more

than a thousand words

       anesthetically poured 

I’ve never cared 

no not before

It’s a shame

     but it's a pity more,

 what is, is

         in the past, it’s a-gone

and it ain't coming back                  

times change and so do we

   always wrestling with the troubles

of trying to get free

and we often say those things

      that we don't mean

hoping, praying, it was only a dream

                 And I feel blessed

to have had you there

                 I feel blessed

to have someone that cares

and for this 

I can never repay

I can only promise to 

be yours everyday

     forever yours, 

forever near

   with only love 

          and never the fear

Posted for Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  Check em' out and get your fill of some wonderful poetry.  

As for this piece, well it started off as a poem, then turned into a song.  If anyone out there has a good voice and would like to sing it, I'd love to hear it.