THERE IS A WORLD OUTSIDE OF ME, LOOMING THERE
IT SAYS IT WANTS ME, BUT I ABSOLUTELY DON’T CARE
IF I SHOULD AWAKEN, OH WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN?
MONSTERS AND DEVILS, EVIL WITCHES AND BAD MEN
WOULD GOBBLE ME UP, THROW ME UNDER OUR FLOOR
NO!NO!, I will continue to hide and never!!!Open the door.!!!!!!!!
Trish 2019
Monday, August 26, 2019
Sunday, August 25, 2019
ONE WAY TICKET
As I rest and slumber in the dark of night
There’s a face appears with flashing light
All aboard! cries a voice, so loud and clear
No return ticket needed, your heaven’s here!
Trish 2019
There’s a face appears with flashing light
All aboard! cries a voice, so loud and clear
No return ticket needed, your heaven’s here!
Trish 2019
Thursday, August 22, 2019
THE HAND OF THE HEART
IF MY HAND SHOULD BE MY HEART
AT THIS MOMENT, RIGHT HERE, NOW
IT WOULD BE CLOSING EVER SLOWLY
AND RETURNING TO THE VERY START
I’D RECALL DREAMS THAT ONCE TOLD
HOW ALL HAD LEFT ME, ALL HAD GONE
DREAMS LIKE LIFE’S NOT AS IT SEEMS
AND, LOVE’S AN ILLUSION, ALL IS COLD
BUT TO FOLLOW WHAT I ONCE WAS TOLD
AND LET MY HAND-HEART SQUEEZE SHUT
LISTEN TO A DARK, DEEP VOICE OF MISERY
THEN SWIFTLY AND SILENTLY, I’LL BE OLD.
Trish 2019 (today)
Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Words
Are the words, a way to get lost?
Are they not worthy of their cost?
Who knows the value, they carry?
Let’s work it out, but first let’s tarry.
Trish 2019
Are they not worthy of their cost?
Who knows the value, they carry?
Let’s work it out, but first let’s tarry.
Trish 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
GOD SINGS
Saturday, August 17, 2019
ARISE ARISE
Is it possible the fear, the lostness is a path?
The hand that grasps, and claws at my heart?
Plays spiritual melody, with a message for all?
After the hell, a mystical rising, from the fall?
Trish 2019
The hand that grasps, and claws at my heart?
Plays spiritual melody, with a message for all?
After the hell, a mystical rising, from the fall?
Trish 2019
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
DEEP SLEEP
Monday, August 12, 2019
BEING CAUTIOUS
I wish I had eyes in the back of my head
Even when the day comes, that I'm dead
So I could know who is standing behind
You can never know what's on their mind,
Trish 2019
Even when the day comes, that I'm dead
So I could know who is standing behind
You can never know what's on their mind,
Trish 2019
Thursday, August 8, 2019
MY SIGHT AND ME
It is hard to see the things, so near to me
Why just the other day, I hugged a tree!
I thought it was a person, warm and true
And, with my arms around it, I felt you!!
Trish 2019
Why just the other day, I hugged a tree!
I thought it was a person, warm and true
And, with my arms around it, I felt you!!
Trish 2019
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
I WAS WITH YOU
I follow you, as you tell me how it was
To yearn for another’s attention and love
I see the light, held high up, in your hand
And I nod my head, you see, I understand.
Trish 2019
To yearn for another’s attention and love
I see the light, held high up, in your hand
And I nod my head, you see, I understand.
Trish 2019
THE BOW THAT BREAKS
There is a tree at our front door,
It’s branches are so heavy laden
With memories and sad sounds
Of those who first made them.
And placed them upon that tree,
In newspaper, and strong string
Now all the tree’s branches broke
Now all the tree’s branches broke
And the dead bird can finally sing.
Trish 2019
AROUND MY THROAT AND HEART
Monday, August 5, 2019
A DIFFERENT WAITING
Saturday, August 3, 2019
THE GOD OF IT ALL
In my dreams I listen and hear
It hovers, then will disappear
Even awake, it’s there, and gone
But a melody, is now, its song.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
THE ANSWER
Is there even an answer, to it all?
I now doubt that there actually is
But suppose, there truly was one?
It might be peace, love and live?
Trish 2019
I now doubt that there actually is
But suppose, there truly was one?
It might be peace, love and live?
Trish 2019
THE WAIT OF IT ALL
‘It’s the wait that kills me’ he said
And it’s as if, I’m in, over my head
And, it isn’t a fear? or anticipation?
No, as if, I’m left behind at the station.
Trish 2019T
And it’s as if, I’m in, over my head
And, it isn’t a fear? or anticipation?
No, as if, I’m left behind at the station.
Trish 2019T
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