A Story


Tell me a story
so I can let you live
Live with the memories
of everything we did together
and the benefits of being apart
Tell me a story
because I seem to do all the talking
all the doing
all the coaching and prepping
for you to tell me
something
What if, You were wrong
in the way you thought
I was alive?
Burnt out, spent
Still, I did more to remember you
more
Still is how I felt after
realizing you could have actually
been there
If you are speaking,
push the others aside
so I can follow
There is a light somewhere
but I can only see it
when I close my eyes
Please, tell me a story

I died Again


I died Again.

I died again
Last night
And then, Again
Today
Every time I close my eyes
I can’t see
until I open them
Again
And then
I don’t want to
I don’t want to have to
imagine what life would be
could be
without the use of my hands,
Legs, feet, tongue, ears
minus the butterflies inside my head
Minus what they call a brain
I don’t want to be insane
But, I can’t keep my eyes
still

The Church of Mercy


Show me again

How we do it

Do I have to be under covers

or is it something I can share

with my brothers

Show me again

How we do it

 

I may dress the same

as they do

Or maybe I just hold the chalice

better for You

Oh, the things I hold

 

Reading as You talk aloud

I get a sense of urgency

to be proud

Such a sensation

Comes over me

Until a face turns and gives me pity

 

Show me again

How we do it

 

Your word is Your bond

and of that, I’m quite fond

To know that I should know better

when Your voices becomes

an “I Love You” letter

Never will I divulge my secret crush

Hush.

 

So, Show Me again

What made You do this to me

 

Was it the air I breathed

when You walked by

Did my subservience entice You

and fixate Your eyes on the sky?

How many times did I

touch Your robe

Before we made plans

to see the golden globe?

 

But, in time, I’ll be on my own

Trying to establish a name

from which I’ve grown

And Anaphora will keep haunting me

in ways that it could only be

Show Me again

what made You do this to me

 

Show Me again

so I can have my one true friend

The Warm Goodbye


Saying what you want to hear
Always confuses me
Turning shivers to fear
Something (even) a child shouldn’t see

Breaking apart
For some, it’s so easy to do
After I’ve given you my heart
I see the difference in You

Please say, Hello
to our Warm Goodbye
Try not to let me fall too low
I may not be able to reach the sky
Please say, Hello
before you pass me by
It’s not all my doing though
If only you’d ask me why

Tears they fall off my pillow
Onto the bed sheets and into my hands
Wanting you to water my weeping willow
So the other flowers cheer in the stands

Tell me that you still love me
Say it soft and with a wink and a smile
I pray that my eyes don’t fail to see
the joy I gave you for a while

So, if I leave


If I leave

I need to know that you

will be cared for

That you’ll never forget

you were my reason for living

And when you take a look in

the mirror

you’ll see a little of me in you

 

Toss your hair back

Throw yourself a smile

Let the world see what you’re giving

You’re still my reason for living

 

If I leave

I need to see you being good

to you

That you know how to really smile

Feeling that it’s all worthwhile

 

And if I have to leave

I hope there’s enough time

for me to live

To introduce tomorrow to today

What a more perfect way

to be able to say

So, if I leave

Will you remember what I did

Though I wish more of the good

than the bad

But will you remember what I did

 

Make me more than just a name

that carries all the shame

Remember what I did

Remember

Don’t make me more than I was

Just remember me because

of love

 

So, if I leave

I hope you do believe

I gave it my all

When only seasons change

Feelings remain the same

And words sometime break the fall

 

 

Hello, History


 

Hello, History

I hope you remember my name

although some things may have been left out

the facts should remain the same

 

I guess there may have been a calling

to do just what I did

The further I delved, the more I felt like falling

and wondering if ever I was a kid

 

Things have been written

more has been said

At times the world was smitten

after hearing that I was dead

 

Many have done what I have done

some even considered better

I’d like to believe that I had nothing but fun

exuding my love without a fetter

 

I never sought fortune or fame

I never wanted to feel the lights

There was only something about my name

that helped me through the nights

 

To see a smile

or hear the joy

Made whatever I did worthwhile

for some little girl or little boy

 

There was never any claim to pain

although it was not all about glee

I am so grateful my living brought the rain

in a way that could only be done by me

 

So, dear History

I really hope that you remember my name

Whatever you choose to leave out

Please make sure the facts remain the same

 

© 2010 TTBoy