I could stutter softly into the ears of the condemned.
I could slip into a stream and swim with the blessed.
But I bartered my worth for one bag of dirt.
I could be so much more than this.

My lover lies beside me,
Drifting fast and far to sleep.
Her bare skin illuminated by the late night T.V.
Little beads of sweat gather in her brow,
Glide across her cheek--mixed with salty saline.
I wish I could heal her.

I put on my clothes to get a glass of water,
Tired steps down the staircase.
The most heavenly light from the refrigerator,
Was cast on the counter and shined on a letter.
I would never dare to read someone else’s life,
But if the handwriting was any indication,
Someone is hurting…

I could stare with sincerity at the terminally ill,
Relapse or Remission, we’ll have to rebuild.
And if you’re willing to take a chance then you’re all alone,
These homes are halfway houses until you’re broken and old.
I could be so much more than this.

Submitted: June 17, 2007

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Wow... lyrical. I love it!

Sun, June 17th, 2007 3:32am


Thank you...I'd be lying if i said I wasnt obsessed with every aspect of music--so the lyrical aspect is very important to me at times.

Sat, June 16th, 2007 11:14pm

Doc Scurlock

My goodness, that's really wonderful. It's extremely powerful.

Wed, September 12th, 2007 1:14am

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