Friday, November 17, 2017

my sweetest revenge, rewrite one


in the school of life
it's been lessons cruel and hard
I majored in stress and loneliness
and studied every scar
I've been hurt and hurt again
but I guess it all depends
on which side you're fighting on
welcome to my sweetest revenge

maybe I'll forgive you
maybe I won't
maybe I'll forgive you
even though I don't
want to forgive you
you'll always be my friend
in the safety of my memory
in the safety of
my sweetest revenge


Thursday, November 16, 2017

I don't want to hope


I don't want to hope
but I can't help it
it keeps me up all night
it helps even though
inside I know
nothing ever works out right
but still I hope
just like a dope
that hope is always there
I don't want to hope
but I can't help it
I'd rather be prepared

          for hard times and trouble
          and pain and misery
          better hurry on the double
          man, trouble's looking for me


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

my sweetest revenge


in the school of life
it's all been lessons cruel and hard
I majored in loneliness
and studied every scar
I've been hurt and life's been mean
but I guess it all depends
on which side you're fighting on
welcome to my sweetest revenge


starting over every day


every day in every way
everything is not okay
nothing ever seems to change
I'm starting over every day

all the lessons I have learned
every bridge I had to burn
all wisdom that is all hard earned
forgotten now with no return


Tuesday, November 14, 2017

in my freedom


today I walked out my front door
I felt something I'd never felt before
and it was freedom
of course, I'm not really free
never have been and never will be
but it was freedom
it's a feeling
deep in my bones
a feeling
previously unknown
and somehow 
I feel strangely at home
in my freedom


Monday, November 13, 2017

imagination


my imagination 
is tired of working overtime
picking up the pieces 
of this puzzling life of mine
every step I take
is always sadly out of line
but ask me how I'm doing
I'll say I'm doing fine
give me a high five
I'll slap your hand back
but mental illness
is on the attack


Sunday, November 12, 2017

old shoes hanging


old shoes hanging on a telephone wire
singing of hymns from some old church choir
me, I'm a loaded gun for hire
and now I'm in this Navy town
Sunday morning in a greasy spoon
I get nervous looking around this room
what I'm doing I will know too soon
before the sun comes down