~A Vanishing Face~

02/22/2012

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~it very nearly breaks my heart~
~every time my brother goes to prison~
~the first time was the worst~
~he had a wife & baby son on the outside~
~we were young & I wondered~
~how he would survive that place~
~face the days alone in that crowded cage~
~all our lives I failed to protect my little brother~
~I wrote songs about how he must feel~
~sent him a couple bucks when I could~
~for zoom-zooms & wham-whams in the joint~
~sang my heart out in the band~
~the songs started out like this~

~A Vanishing Face~

~if truth were a sparrow & I learned to fly~
~I would never again walk to catch a lie~
~if moments were forever & days could be years~
~love was a rainbow & happiness fear~
~I would drown in a moment of fear every day~
~color my love with your smile & say~
~I love you today & yesterday too~
~only tomorrow will know what to do~
~I’ll hate you never, love’s kindling feeds the flame~
~I’ll always hear whispers of your sweet name~

~my clothes may be ragged, these shoes may be worn~
~my shirt may need washed, these underwear torn~
~only the sparrow knows of the seed~
~dropped down from heaven, our love to feed~
~clothes do not matter, the heart tells the tale~
~success is not beautiful to those who fail~
~my love & your love, two hearts as one~
~summertime breezes, summertime sun~
~remembering touching, the softness was real~
~no words to express how it made me feel~
 
~blue eyes turned hazy, a vanishing face~
~I reach out in vain to be back in that place~
~I don t really blame you, these bars I can’t climb~
~& I’ll never forget the last time~
~no, I’ll never forget the last time~

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~XV. Children/Song of Life~k and type to edit.

02/03/2012

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~soon after the turn of the century~
~Quodlibet won the Marija Cerjak award~
~for avant-garde/experimental writing~

~Quodlibet~
~The Hundred Bites~
~XV~

~never knew a preacher~
~who stood down easy~
~except those too timid~
~to stand up in the first place~
~it is a sad fact~
~that too many fathers & mothers~
~talk down to their children~
~there is so much~
~daughters & sons could teach them~
~they grow away from the knowledge~
~the why they are here~
~pigeonholed & block-dammed~
~encouraged to be all they can be~
~most of what they are not~
~naturally~

~XV.  Children/Song of Life~
    
~listening to children’s voices~
~most anytime the all-day long~
~these whom never see a stranger~
~treads silently ‘neath the midst of them~
~a mourning service assembled~
~attended by bearers~
~one chosen spoken~
~of rabbits alive in the heath~
~children what they need to hear~
~no rambling list of qualifier quantifier~
~what you are & what you have become~
~need know only they are loved~
~each nomad seizes love on the run~
~a leaning toward moving spaces~

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WordWulf
Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com
& wordwulf@wordwulf.com
©artwork & words conceived by & property of
Tom (WordWulf) Sterner©
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