Two Sides To A Man

 

All of the paint meticulously applied
To cover the wounds and tears that you cried
Finally cracked, you peeled it away
You said this is me and I'm willing to stay

You started out strong, left the culture behind
Found the secrets of life in all that is kind
But you paid the price of hiding your heart
In songs that you wrote when your world fell apart

It's the gentleness the brave try to hide
Two sides to a man always fighting inside

But you'll be the one who's willing to fall
For a chance to make love when you hear someone call
And say all your prayers that it works out alright
If it doesn't you know you can't give up the night

It's only a game, yet it's much more than that
There's so much at stake when you're up there at bat
If you win you still lose cause it's all on the line
If she bends you too far, you could just lose your mind

It's the gentleness the brave try to hide
Two sides to a man always fighting inside

 

 

Original Sin

 

The first breath begins in fear
Parents don’t know how to rear
Kids themselves, they cannot see
They’re the ones who have the key

The children fight to stay aware
Hoping someone, somewhere cares
No self-respect and confidence
Hostile words their sole defense

Original sin is keeping them down
Each one treated like a clown
The world can’t handle all this pain
Lack of freedom drives them insane

A child is a work of art
And must be treated with lots of heart
Encouraged to love the way they will
Their dreams and goals we cannot kill

What is it they do wrong
Trying just to get along
Soon enough they’ll have the power
It should be their shining hour

Original sin is keeping them down
Each one treated like a clown
The world can’t handle all this pain
Lack of freedom drives them insane

 

 

The Hunt

What seems to be a harmless crime
Occurred at six last night
The stealing of some merchandise
To deepen someone's plight

I wish I could have seen it
The stealth of an angry heart
To take away a gift of mine
In hopes I'd fall apart

The misery of confusion
Can blind a hungry man
Simple things are overblown
To a mind without a plan

There's always been a price to pay
To do just what we will
Extracted with a dirty knife
The hunt continues still

 

 

 

Emerald Anguish

There must be a certain punishment
Our lives full of crises and struggles
With which we wholeheartedly placate
A god who offers no convenient solution
For the clarity of vision required upon demand
Of an emotional illness slowly crawling
Darkening our dreams with penance
The utmost intentions for something no soul has ever claimed
The joyless, mechanical taste we cannot spit out
To slice open a lover in hopes of a better future
That what has happened can be carelessly tossed
Offered up as something that had meaning--
But now must be destroyed at all costs.

No fond farewell could ever measure up
To the delicately vulnerable positions we assume
In reaching out with an overly-charted game plan
With all due respect torturing each other
With the demands of unequalled parts
Neither one willing to bear the cross of the untold lies
We will make a brief and poignant split
Going back to our crippled lives unwhole and unwell
Unhealed by a process that naturally repairs
All of life's challenging flaws stay close to the edge
And we will cry and sleep and think and forget
The preciousness we have created to an all-encompassing death.

 

 

 

 

Love Junkie

 

I try to make your life better while mine falls apart
The thrill of accomplishment keeps me going
Makes you disappear
The pain rides me in waves
I can’t remember if what I feel I’ve felt before
Can I coax the happiness out of myself
Let you walk, run away

I guess we are both sick
Can we get well
You come to me in dreams and offer your love
If I could just live in my dreams

In Memory Of

It's a struggle
The autumn season
Ushered in
With a hot breath
Harvest time
Brings an early death
This is getting personal
I put myself aside
Carefully observing
What each part
Is supposed to do
An old poem dances
At the edges
Lacy and eager
To take hold
Barrenness and comfort
Winter stretches down the road
Reaching back for me
Powdered empty branches
A memory

It's a struggle.

© Cindee Segal

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