The Trick

You could practice with
things that do not break.
But you insist on using our best.

Crystal and silver.
Candles and flowers.
Everything that matters
placed on the white table cloth.

You’ve set this table for an occasion.
Not a dinner filled with conversations
about the events of our day.
Just the trick.

In your mind
you have done it many times.
Nothing ever breaks
in your mind.
But the cloth is
in your firm grip,
ready to pull.

I want you to pause,
to consider consequence.
To imagine everything that matters
broken on the floor.

- Mark Scovel

Gray Room

Well I've been here before
I've sat on the floor
In a gray gray room
Where I stay in all day
I don't eat but I play
With this gray gray food

Desole, if someone is praying
Then I might break out
Desole, even if I scream,
I cant scream that loud

I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Just stuck by the phone again

Yeah, well I've been here before
Sat on a floor
In a gray gray mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write
Is a gray gray tune

So pray for me child, just for a while
And I might break out
Pray for me child, even a smile
Would do for now

So I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Just stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door?
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore?
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?
Have I still got you to keep me warm?

Cause if I squeeze my grape
And I drink my wine
Cause if I squeeze my grape
And I drink my wine
Oh cause nothing is lost
This is frozen in frost
And its opening time
And there's no one in line

But Ive still got me to be your open door
Ive still got me to be your sandy shore
Ive still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And Ive still got me to keep you warm

Warmer than warm yeah
Warmer than warm yeah
Warmer than warm yeah
Warmer than warm yeah...

- Damien Rice

Only Until This Cigarette is Ended

Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,--farewell!--the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The colour and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Song of Purple Summer

And All Shall Fade
The Flowers of Spring
The World and all the Sorrows
At the heart of everything

but still it stays
the butterfly sings
and opens purple summer
with a flutter of its wings

The earth will wave with corn
the grey-fly choir will mourn
And mare will neigh
With Stallions that they mate
Foals they've born

And all shall know the wonder of purple summer.....

And yet i wait
the swallow brings
a song too hard to follow
that no one else can sing

the fences sway
the porches swing
the clouds begin to thunder
crickets wander murmuring

the earth will wave with corn
the grey-fly choir will mourn
and mares with neigh
with stallions that they mate
foals they've born

And all shall know the wonder
I will sing the song of purple summer.

And All shall know the wonder
I will sing the song of purple summer.

All shall know the wonder of purple summer.....

-Spring Awakening, 2007 Tony Award Winning Musical

Glitter in the Air

Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care?

It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?

It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run
The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee, calling me sugar
You called me sugar

Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself
Will it ever get better than tonight?

-Pink

The Primer

She said, I love you.
He said, Nothing.

(As if there were just one
of each word and the one
who used it, used it up.)

In the history of language
The first obscenity was silence.

-Christina Davis

Precious Things

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me

He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus

I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away

- Tori Amos

Happy National Poetry Month

I've decided to try and mix it up this year with poetry and song lyrics.
Hope you'll all enjoy.