Lost Lives Live Too Long

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Sunsets Lasts but a Minute, Sand Shifts Beneath Our Feet. Love Lasts a Lifetime. Ideacapitalist

I’m lost for the last time,
But I’m not alone.
Feelin’ wrong, and right at home.
So much is feelin’ wrong,
Lost lives live too long.

Feeling I don’t belong.
My tears dripping down,
Onto your face,
Not a hair out of place.
You’re the empty smile without a face,
You’re the kiss without an embrace.
You’re the heart without a place.

A whisper in your ear.
My lips paint the words.
Only you can hear.
You’re skin deep.
You can’t sleep.
I’m the soulful stare.
I’m the soul laid bare.
I’m your nightmare.

You’ve said everything I needed to hear.
Little did I know how little you care.
You felt good until you didn’t.
You felt good until you couldn’t.
Movin’ on or maybe so.
Leavin’ my heart behind.
Or maybe so..

I’m lost for the last time.
Secrets are for closed doors.
Feelin’ wrong, and right at home.
They’re no more, and I’m not alone
Lost lives live too long.

The piano plays to me.
Too close to where I want to be.
Lost lives live too long,
Live too long,
Right at home.

Listening to Paul Cardall’s album New Life, Letting Go and Michael Meets Mozart by the Piano Guys

Selfish

Selfish. Not a label I have ever wanted to own. I’ll own it. Certainly it’s a label that has to be resonating with more of us today than ever before. We’re all selfish. Ego controls us. Think selfie. Our smart phones own us.

If I can be rested from my self-induced, self-prescribed existence or being and smart phone, it would literally require an act of God.

It’s alarming to me, an ordinary human, that the extraordinary, often sensational, often impersonal, even detached, surreal moments become my perception of reality. I would never experience these moments without this new reality. The Internet and the advent of social media.

How can us ordinary humans, moms, dads, teachers, business and spiritual leaders compete with this new reality? Self-awareness maybe the one thing I can do to improve selflessness. If you can listen to your inner self maybe you can do a better job of listening to someone else. It could make me a better person. Good luck with that!

Case in point, calling someone selfless is a huge compliment. There may be people that commit selfless acts but who do you know that can be described as selfless? Rare indeed. Did I mention self-effacing? To the point, I wrote Lonely Man in one of those pity me moments. It’s called self-promoting!

Lonely Man

Lonely man, you know who I am. 
You’re a labor of love, hand and glove. 
If you ever want to shoot for the moon,
You’ll need to bring your own silver spoon. 

Your drink is empty, nothing’s on the table.  
Miguel your waiter, sells only by the label. 
So you dance to music that never ends,
And toast bartender Mike, your new best friend. 

You’re anybody who has a story.
You’re the blood and guts, but no glory. 
You’re the play that’s no longer afloat. 
You’re the poem, you never wrote.

Lonely man, you know who I am.  
You’re a labor of love, hand and glove.
Johnny Cochran’s not your deal.
You’ll never win on your appeal. 

You’re the crowd in every room. 
The conversation that always spells doom. 
You’re the fly that’s always unzipped,
The greeting card, that’s always skipped. 

You’ve become the sweat on everyone’s brow. 
You’re the answer to, “No, not now!” 
You’re the best friend you’ll never have. 
You’re the rub, without the salve.

Lonely man, you know who I am. 
Labor of love, fit hand and glove. 
Win the lottery prize in your office pool? 
What are the odds you’ve played the fool!

You’re someone’s smile, without a face. 
You’re the awkward in an embrace.
You’re the gaze behind an empty stare. 
You’re the voice that isn’t there. 

You’re the cold pavement under bare feet. 
You’re the toothless grin that never eats.
So when you dare ask for a slice of life,
You’re the one to brandish a knife. 

And when your chapter is finally read,
You already know what’s been said.
Lonely man, you know who I am, 
Dance to music that never ends.

I originally wrote Lonely Man for a Montel Williams Poetry Contest for MS charity because I have a sister with MS. I think “Lonely Man” epitomizes how many of us feel from time to time. At the same time it pokes some fun at those same self-effacing feelings.

Life Is Art

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Life is art.
Can’t apologize.
Love is pulling us a part.
If you painted this moment.
Words are forgotten.
Brushed aside in emotion.

Can’t catch a break.
Can’t catch my breath.
Can’t sleep.
Can’t eat enough.
Can’t drink enough.
Yeah that’ me.
Yeah that’s you.

The deepest, darkest secrets,
Come out when you’re alone.
You can’t be alone.
Reason’s gone.
Memories gone.
Life’s canvas isn’t wrong.

Treasure the moments.
The warm embraces.
The knowing smiles.
The tender caresses.
The sweet quiet voices,
The hot breath in your ear.
You can hold dear.

Never you’re fault.
Someone’s just rubbin’ salt,
In places you can’t explain.
Imaginary pain.
Everyone’s sayin,’,
Never going to change.
Everyone’s sayin’.

You’re singing to the choir…
Honey, I’m wearing a wire.
Baby, I’m hearing you’re a liar.
You’re cryin in your soup.
You’re the only one in the loop.

Love is art,
Life is pulling us apart.
Lay your life bare,
No one cares.
The deepest darkest secrets,
Come out when you’re alone.
You’re not alone.
Never alone.

As We Live

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As we live, we die a little bit each day.
We can pray there’s another way.
To wake to a cold nose in your face,
Who cares less about the human race.
Then’ there’s you.

For that moment in time,
You can forget who you’re supposed to be where and when,
You have a date outdoors with your best friend.
It matters less whether you’re rich or poor.
It matters more, you make it out the front door.

You have your list of things to do.
Funny how that takes a backseat, too.
When his business is done,
No matter where you’re on the run,
All he cares about is having fun.

Shake and shimmer,
Wiggle and squirm,
Until his belly rub is done.
In the heat of the battle, time’s a squandering.
Still your mind and heart go wandering,

As we live, we die a little bit each day.
We can pray there’s another way.
Back to those big brown eyes fixed on you.
Eyes that are saying, best friends be true.
Regrets, maybe a few? Never forget missing you!

Gustaf

Gustaf

Brings Me to my Knees

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Rest easy into the night.
Before you reach for her,
You know she’s all right.
Her soft breathing,
Makes it all right.
Your eyes close slowly,
Her smile’s out of sight.
A smile your heart aches for,
When it’s no longer there.
Her laughter is your prayer.
Brings me to your knees,
To pray for one more day.
One more day!

Broken Ice (slide show)

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While I write off key,
Chords to the music,
Are washing over me.
Each note in concert,
Broken ice,
On a windblown lake,
Surrendering to the sun.
A starburst of shattered sea.
Frozen chimes, every key,
A new discovery.
Music in step.
A part of my soul,
Playing over again,
Feeding a waterfall,
Touching blue skies.
A crescendo washing over me.
Driving memories.
And new discoveries.
Out of step,
Out of key.
Perfection.
Nature’s harmony.
Play broken ice for me.
While I write off key.
Each chord floating gently,
Over me.

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Tears Come Easy

Super moon Tampa in the backfground 3Tears come easy when you are tough.
Weakness hides behind a smile.
Tears come when they are most unwanted.
Sometimes they come when least expected.
Tears can bring joy, relief and hope.
Peace can only come in grief’s wake.
Mourning’s tide washes into a new day.
Tears sweeten the bitter memories of you.
Mine are forgiving tears.
Forgiven, not forgotten.
As another blue moon rises,
Tonight begs me, say goodbye.

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