Monday, August 31, 2020
I’ll Know I’ve Made It, When I Get That Painting Home - Reprise (7/14/2020). -M.Weisgerber
Saturday, August 8, 2020
Dearest Draven (reprise). 8/8/2020. -M.Weisgerber
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Thirst Trap (6/03/2020)
Sunday afternoons were our time to shine, at my old place,
at anywhere we could ever and want to be
watching the sun go down over the trees, you
falling so deeply in love with anyone other, I
feeling the same amazing presence, something more
that went up as all else seemed collapsing outward, onward.
I was slowly in many ways quickly beginning to realize,
that she really would not be there, in good times nor in bad
my corpse would rot, my eyes would fall
not just away from her, not just
glance in another direction, down and
my heart would plummet their too, so, no.
So why not run; why not beat her to the punch? The opposite of love!
Didn't listen to the long (I'm hearing now)
Want to care, just want to sing along.
These lines would grow, the horror of my actions would spin,
fertile in their own dear right, spinning in the dead of night
(they are old, tried things wheeling, glancing over shoulders)
I realized she, we didn't know ourselves. Needed,
to start with a different form of prayer, to
sing even within our sleep.
We prayed then in our own way, wrote
so much spiritual poetry with bodies, and lives,
thus I doth made her leave.
Didn't mean to, never wanted, only needing
to understand, the pain, the many thoughts that
come with wives, at night.
So its me and the shame, me with another life,
Me and the blade, me by which to keep or toss away,
did a bad job the first time, a better upon the next,
I never prayed to God before I boarded that plane, never
asked for forgiveness, or tried finding another way.
So tired now, peaceful love,
Look out for those little headlights of yours, worrying darling, worrying
So many things in life to go so wrong
So often to set the only to a song.
I wrote much spiritual poetry, yes, now
to write to you. To write of something more
between the phases of the moon.
Of course I love you babe, a thousand times a thousand loves, these
letters son it never sets on my love, the drinks never they never
kept from the heart, the passion from caring.
Oh love, how I want to rip apart the sky. How I wish
I love you I love you I don’t, couldn't do so anymore
Think I can(t?) say these words enough.
Just only wish this went both ways.
Thirsty, always...for something more.
Hungry soon, morning soon, outside
the dark.
Headlights soon. Wake then and
soon to be ready.
Hey Other Love (8/3/2020)
Monday, August 3, 2020
Seeing in the Darkness (8/1/2020)
coming here, singing near, a punkish song to name, (to shame? to claim?)
So I fell in love there in that four door steed of steel, I
fell inside, I twisted there, I even forgot my name.
I forgot the things that mattered, struggled with the flame, I
didn't know your weakness, I tried to shoulder all the blame.
But those days are now behind us, you turned so from the happy rays, I
did all that I could, I swear.