My Think Piece

  Strangely Spiritual Verse Fig Leaves Our fig leaf clothing Hiding our sin With our own shabby tailoring Chlorophyll offerings Where sin demands blood. Altars A thousand blood-stained altars A thousand cruel wars (As unlikely as it seems) All tell the Bards great story To the ever squeamish us: Our only hope is blood! Shadows In Spring The unfolding of the leaf sings the song Which squelched, wells up within each narrow chest Of birth and death and birth again to come (The song the Singer sang from eons past) The swelling bud casts shadows year by year The vast unfolding of eternal life. The Dew (The Day) The dew Drops of cool clear Crimeless blood on scalpels Of green, the bright shout of the sun: "Born fresh!" The Conquering King The fear of the unknown, The dread of fear itself, The brutality of war The nameless, battered wife, Thorns,thistles, sweat and death; The signs of mans domain We too groan and wait  For the conquering King. Paradox Door Who could guess that our l...

 The material posted on this site is original and copyrighted. The songs are registered with BMI.   Lyrics And Songs Please note that these lyrics are Copyrighted and the completed songs are registered with BMI. Lonesome Evening Wind When The Storm Finally Came Our Song Will Be New Memories And Mist L et The River Wash Me (To the Gulf of Mexico) Zombie Stare Vampire Mist Does Your Cat Play The Fiddle? Does Your Dog Own A skateboard? Please feel free to contact me about use or collaboration at mythinkpiece.com@gmail.com . At  this time, Our Song Will Be New, Vampire Mist, When the Storm Finally Came, and Memories And Mist still lack completed melodies to my liking. Some degree of partnership or collaboration is still possible at this time, with everyone being agreeable. I present the lyrics for collaboration. I have tunes in my head and recordings of them, but If someone can show me something better, then I would be interested in talking.  Recordings presented here ...

  When The Storm Finally Came We sat together alone in the park We talked about the weather as the sky became dark We held each other against the threat of the rain And we ran for cover when the storm finally came. We thought forever would always be the same Thought we would be together through the clouds and the rain But the ways that we traveled have been filled with such pain That love came unraveled, when the storm finally came. Into the heat of the night into the warmth of loves flame Came a flash of white light and the thunder and rain The storm clouds gathered to put out the flame And love no longer mattered when the storm finally came.

  Our Song Will Be New I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new. Someone once told me all the songs had been written But I hear something different when I see your faceI  I hear a song as new as tomorrow That even time can’t erase. I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new. Someone once told me all the scenes had been painted But I see something different when I see your eyes. I see a vista as fresh as the future As blue as the sky. I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new.

Lonesome Evening Wind It's a hard rain falling on my shoulder  Since that time, since that time. The only thing I've done is I've grown older Except in mind, in my mind. I spent those hours and miles  Knowing someday I’d come back again, Because my dreams have not been shattered Or scattered on the lonesome evening wind! Every day I've gone further, maybe nearer  Since that time, since that time. I'm not sure that I'm the man that’s in my mirror, In my mind, in my mind. All the people that I know Say I'm the kind who’d break before he’d bend Or let one single dream be shattered  Or scattered on the lonesome evening wind. I see tragic traces o n the fragile frozen faces that I meet All the time, all the time Lonely empty people on the street They bring to mind, they bring to mind The pain that I’ve been feeling And the knowledge that this road may never end But those dreams have not been shattered  Or scattered on the lonesome evening wind.

  Memories And Mist Oftentimes important things are not quite what they seem And all that will become of them will drift into a dream Fleeting like the darkness is the evening's final kiss As lovers' warm endeavors fade to memories and mist. Paint for me a memory of loves I’ve left behind A watercolor image of the fog inside my mind A breathless line of poetry, a moist and trembling kiss In the foggy half reality of memories and mist. Tomorrow I’ll remember in pastel blues and grays The names and faces but a blur, a whisper in the haze A subtle loss of details in the struggle to exist As my sense of past and present fade to memories and mist. Play for me a melody of loves I’ve left behind In tones of sensual subtlety, the tune that haunts my mind An intertwining harmony blending like a kiss In the foggy half reality of memories and mist.

  Our Balloonness Past, Future, Converging Needlepointedly On the thin membrane Of our soul’s presentness.