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Life Jacket Lover

IMG_0043There are days I feel like I’m an utter fraud

A pale mirrored big might-have-been

The darkness so heavy, sadness so strong

That the music of love is no longer a song

But a dirge, a lament, and a strangling cry

For a life that could have been better…


I wonder ‘n’ question, struggle ‘n’ so on

I whine about things that I’ve known

Such beauty, such longing, such warmth and such hope

Cast away ‘n’ burst like bad cantaloupe

The weight of time and length of the night

A guttering candle losing its light


Then you whisper to me, I love you

I hear your heart on your sleeve

You whisper to me, I love you

And the lonely gives up and leaves


The story I tell is one most of us know

Self-doubt and shuttered emotions

Yet the love you profess keeps the wolf from the door

And I no longer writhe on the floor

You’re a life-jacket lover, a keeper of my heart

You call my soul back to life…


You whisper to me, I love you

I hear your heart on your sleeve

You whisper to me, I love you

And the lonely gives up and leaves


So Many and So Many Times

Some days I mourn for the might have been

And long for the things that seem lost

The fame, the road, and the roaring of fans

The romance, the lights, and the kisses they’d toss


I wonder if I’d have made a different choice

Would I be who I have become?

And then the keys or guitar or the woman I love

Calm my fears and they welcome me home


Living as me is a puzzle I’ve found

Battered and buffered in the waves of sound

The roaring of wind and sighs of the sea

A shattered canoe but yet again found


I’ve tried and I’ve tried as hard as I know

In a sea the color of rhymes

The storms and calm times they’ve ebbed and they flowed

I’ve failed so many and so many times


Quiet at night I listen to her breathe

And I rest near the touch of her skin

The dreams and nightmares all fade away

As I look toward tomorrow again

Poundin’ Down Our Hall

Poundin’ Down Our Hall    by Randy Creath 3/14/2013


I heard the thunder rollin’

black helos in the sky

felt like bells a tollin’

and no one tells me why…

just my paranoia

comin’ by to call

jack-booted dreams are on ya’

poundin’ down your hall


Can we find an answer

In the daily dark

Can we kick the door down

To unveil the spark

Are the clowns and satyrs

Poised to kill us all

(will) Billion dollar fakers

Bury us at the mall


Listen to the earth groan

Under hated feet

Stompin’ through the graveyards

Of thoughtful dead elite

Rising from the ashes

Of the smoking tomes

Burned by fascist pyros

They’re leveling your homes


Waited for their passing

Hoped they’d go away

Still can hear them laughing

They’ve come here to stay

Oh the bastard fancies

We let live in our heads

Even though it’s rent free

And my hope is dead…


It’s just my paranoia

comin’ by to call

jack-booted dreams are on ya’

poundin’ down our hall

More Whole Soul Gone

More Whole Soul Gone   by Randy Creath 1/17/13


I want mad singing and wild love

Sensitive fingers wrapped in velvet gloves

I need crazy guitars and keyboards, child

With drums and bass right along beside



Tear the curtain from the halls of rock

Tattooed ballad in a silken stocking

Heart pounding like a wild horse runnin’

In the midnight of a moon that’s turnin’



Ain’t a mystery though the question is

What’s a martyr learn by wanting to live?

In the rhythm and blues of flight

Cloaked in wispy bands of smokey light



Trouble learnin’ to let it go

Hold on fast and lose it slow

Turn the corner and hit the gas

The edge is comin’, comin’ fast…


It’s Uncommonly Unlikely!

It’s not uncommon to feel the cold… It’s more unlikely to celebrate the feeling of brisk fresh air on one’s skin.

It’s not uncommon to be a bit squeamish… It’s more unlikely to take the time to become adept at helping friends through yucky times when most other folks have already headed for the door.

It’s not uncommon to feel alone… It’s more unlikely to open your door, go out of it and make a friend of the first person you meet.

It’s not uncommon to have opinions… It’s more unlikely to find someone who listens to all the arguments about a subject and embraces a changed understanding with a sense of joy

It’s not uncommon to want a hug… It’s more unlikely to extend yourself and offer hugs even when you’re afraid someone will reject the hug you’ve offered.

It’s not uncommon to want to receive gifts… It’s more unlikely to recognize the gifts in the shy and quiet people around you while settng the stage for others to learn about the giftedness of those who are more or less unseen.

It’s not uncommon to have deep and provocative thoughts… It’s more unlikely for us to allow the thoughts and impressions that come from the truest depths of our hearts to guide us as we make our way along someone else’s rigid idea of the path.

The uncommon and unlikely are choices we make… As our choices are made, will the uncommon overshadow the unlikely or will you seek to discover the difference? Sadly, it’s uncommonly unlikely.

And the breath goes on…

I’ve known for a long time that there must be connections in life

To connect with someone is to allow for the opportunity that change might occur

Connection is the risk one takes in order the breathe the air another has inhaled

I can’t live in little boxes or stale closets or closed environments

There is within me a need for space, openness, a reached for touch of someone’s passing atmosphere

The air, the free breeze, the wind, the ruach, the hope of a moving tendril of freedom…

It would be easier to have no connections

But then I wouldn’t breathe

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