Pass me the green ones hon, would you please?
Not the celery, much too light.
Not that moss, much too tight.
Not the mint, it won’t match with what I’m wearing.
Not the Jade either, it’s much too daring.
No, the pine, the hunter nor the apple will do.
Geesh! Not the Khaki! What’s wrong with you?!
Oh, I’m so not wearing the alpine,
I’ll not have folks think I’ve lost my mind!
No! Not the forest, not the teal, not the pea.
Just what are you trying to do to me?
The GREEN one! No, the green one right there!
I’m beginning to think, you just don’t care…
What’s the difference?! That’s lime not chartreuse!
What do you mean I have too many shoes?
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No, I do not have any shoes in the above colors (yet). 😀
The scratch behind the record playing Hear it on the radio? That susurrus? What is it saying? Is it your mind about to go? The ragged chill running down your spine On a most warm and sunny day The nagging feeling in your mind That takes the words you want to say
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
A sense when you walk in a room That simply rubs you the wrong way A sense of an impending doom That turns the swiftest feet to clay A little sense of something strange That remote something not quite right A sense that danger’s within range That makes you turn on all the lights
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
A feeling raises your neck hairs It’s one that shakes you through and through The touch you feel, when no one’s there That makes you wonder is it you? The tap, the tap upon your pane That starts to freak you to your core The tap that’s more than simple rain You’re on the fifty-second floor!
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
What’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
The creep who lives, Across the hall The one whose look makes your skin crawl That tiny bug Oh! Does it sting?! You’re scared of every little thing! The door that slams! The glass that breaks! The sudden loss of breaths you take! The terrors! Won’t just let you be! What is the reason? Can’t you see? The only thing to fear
Is me!
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the light…
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows…
Fear’s in the shadows, in the shadows, in the shadows of the night…
Standing by the river of time
Each wave lap is second’s chime
Don’t really know if it’s coming or going
Just know that time is steadily flowing
By my feet rooted to this dirty shore
Comprised of tiles from my bathroom floor
And I know if I could put name to my fear,
I could find myself a way out of here
The sun will rise and the sun will set
And my fear – has no name yet
Feels like minutes, hours, days, weeks and years
Before I realize the river’s my own tears
Can almost feel the peace that I’ve sought
But the noise of the world just clouds my thought
Just need a moment to talk to the spirit
Ask for an answer and be able to hear it
If I can form the question to the Power that Be,
I know somehow the answer will set me free
The sun will rise and the sun will set
But my question – has no name yet
Trying to be the one voice among the chatter
Only to find out that it just doesn’t matter
We see the words that we did not say
Then close our eyes hear them anyway
Feels like we’re reading the thoughts of the mindless
Or looking at the world through another’s blindness
Reaching out to those who’d love to avoid us
Who else to blame for the mental coitus?
I’ve been standing here for oh so long,
the world goes on with the same old song
The sun will rise and the sun will set
And the song – has no name yet
Time is oh so fleeting
Shorter than a sheep’s bleating
Many days in the sun, can still feel like none
Whether the grays are yearned
Or eventually earned
It takes years, some of fright some of fun
And we pray some will smile
For what’s left of their while
As Taps draws their tears, when “Day is done”.
I stare out my window, crying soft in the night Am I wrong to want you still? Don’t know – am I right? Thinking over, yet again, what would I exchange? Of all this I still know, not a thing would have changed You and I, an explosive pair, completely blew In a flash, our forever, was finally through Sleepless yet again, I know, this is my penance Solitude at night, for me, holds naught but menace
What if this fall of silence is as we portend? Our cheetah lives left not much for the love We tended to at such a slow caterpillar pace That which was so fluid, has now grown stiff.
What if it’s lost in the daily push and shove? Is it worth the time we give to this to exert? The joy what time has washed away from us These stolen moments with you do not replace
What if all that’s left is only that which can hurt? And we’re too scared to escape this devil’s dance For we haven’t given us a fair chance hence For this to be the be all-end all of this litmus
What if this is our last and final chance? Do we have what it takes to Loki’s face scoff? When we choose to stare at separate walls Than face each other in the quiet morning’s province
What if this love is a yarn of Cupid’s day off? Can we just let it go – without a word? Whose fault does it become it be then? The nitty-gritty is do we fight or do we fall?
What if we’re at the crossroads of some lyrics I once heard? ‘Each new beginning is some other beginning’s end’ But what if it’s much too soon for all these “what ifs” To spring to life as the keepsake “what could have been”
And while your strength
Is not necessarily in the physical
The sheer force of your physicality
Cannot be ignored
As the masses yield
For you to pass
Know that you are king
A giant among men
That everyone sees
Yet so many are so blind
To the fact
That for all your might
You still
Know that you are human
A sizable imperfect in a world
That demands
A smaller perfection
Near impossible to attain yet
Unlike many who share
The burden of your weighty crown
You are blessed
Know that you are desired
For the sight of you
All that is without
The yielding solidness that
Deeply moves me
To the very core
Of my inner soul
Know that you are valued
Just as deeply
For the thoughts of you
All that is within
The concrete essence
That moves my heart
In ways which
need not be understood
By anyone but me
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