I'm through asking and I won't come around anymore No more standing in your way Your life, your dreams I will not steal If thinking of me is too great of a challenge for you I'll set you free I know now what I have to do I know now that I offer something that you will never need I've said everything that I know to say run the miles and spent the years that have lead to nowhere and back Always back to your empty gaze that goes right through me I'm through finding reasons to believe in you yes, it's diffcult to let go, but An emotional burden, I could never be No more tossing and turning in your sleep I will set you free undo the chains I never put on you and return the freedom you never lost
© Wildheart 1993
Death lingers in my house and will not let me go There it is in every corner of my life in all the places you should be I felt the sadness that loss always brings I cried for weeks which was only fitting and still weep inside Death waits at my window In my withering plants In silent lifeless dust falling to cover all that is mine Death lives in every dark shadow thriving on my despair waiting for my surrender I cannot give you up even though you are gone I thought I would be stronger but there's a sadness that will not let me go and still I hope to see you knowing I will find only emptiness the emptiness of absence fills my heart Leaves me longing for you I'm lost to this grief lost to the darkness of death That waits to take all that is mine and I cannot let you go
© Wildheart 1992
Filling me up with poison
poison flowing in my veins
Insecticide inside of me
Acid for blood
Cut me and I'll burn
right
through the floor
My heart loves the chemicals
watch
as it pulls gently
and into
me they infuse
Now I'm supposed to use
the blood
the bug
spray
Kill the alien
nesting
inside of me
A scorched earth policy
to kill
what's invaded me
Insecticide kills every bug
the fleas,
the ticks
the butterflies,
the bees
and maybe a bird or two
Pray to God there's something left
Hoping when the poison's done
that there's
something left of me
© Wildheart 1998
I've spent so many years
on my
death bed
waiting
for all of life's answers
Neither Nirvana nor the Rapture
can be
found in my closet
Only shoes
and dresses
that I've
never worn
But no angel's wings
On any of my plastic hangers
No brand of toothpaste will yield
immortality
It's in the tube somewhere
but I can never work it out
The Gods and Godesses of the household
are too
often silent
too busy
in my freezer
protecting the frozen orange concentrate
Leaving my bed, my warm cocoon
would be as great a feat as climbing
every step
to the
top of the Temple of the Moon
So, I stay here and wonder
Do house plants sing?
Do dust bunnies have wings?
And if I took a pilgrimage
all the way to Mecca
would they let me bring my cats?
© Wildheart 1998
The rain came last night
but I
missed it
Never heard the thunder
or felt a drop
As if it never happened
I missed the rain
So, I chase the storm
follow
that cloud
Until I find the place
where green grass grows
and the wild rivers flow
Missed the rain
Follow the storm
can't
wait here in the desert
where
there is no shade
not a cloud in the sky
can't
wait here in the desert
for a
chance that won't come
where greater is the chance that
lightning will strike me
than the
possibility of a light tapping
on my window pane
Chase the storm
because
I won't wait
here with
no rain drops to fill one puddle
Never again do I wish to miss the
rain
© Wildheart
Woke up in a cancer cell
now I'm trying to make bail
I'd love to flee
break
out of here
but a ball and chain
makes running much too slow
Calling from a cancer cell
yes, I'm
entitled to one
to my insurance man
he's a prince of a man
climbs up my prison tower
and boldly says to me
have you
any idea
just how
much
your insignificant
life is costing us?
When I get out of here
I'll have to do something extraordinary
just to justify
being alive
Scuba dive with that heavy ball
chained to my ankle
It's never coming off
They'll never let me forget
never
let me walk away
I live forever marked; it's not
so bad
being a major medical annoyance
The meter is running
And if I die, I won't have to pay
© Wildheart 1998
The man in black caught up to me
today
I just stopped running
and there
he was
right behind me as always
We didn't speak at first
I expected
to be killed
expected
to die
He had been chasing me all these
years
and I
thought that was why
From the corner of my eye
Watched him watching me
and then he asked
Why did
you stop?
Curious and confused
He didn't know what to do
Then he smiled a mischievous grin
and looked at me
Don't
you know
You aren't
supposed to stop running
from your dark side?
he said
that to me
as if
I'd won a great victory
And still he wanted to know why
but I didn't know what to say
still trying to catch my breath
I wanted to say something noble
and bold
About how there's nothing to fear
but fear
And say something wise
about
courage and wisdom
and all
that I have learned
while on this life long chase
but the only reason that seemed
honest
was the
reason that was the simplest
That sometimes
you are
just too tired to run
© Wildheart1998
Oh, please blame me
It feels so good
to have meaning in your life
if only
to unburden all that guilt
No, I don't mind
without you and your shame
what would
I do
with myself
all day
Don't think for a moment
that I don't enjoy my job
of protecting you from you
Everyone needs a reason to get
out of bed
I've got nothing better to do
there
are dishes to be washed
cats to
be fed
and stories
to be told
So, don't mind me
and I
know you won't
You are adept
at pretending
to need
me
more than
life itself
But incapable
of hearing
the sarcasm
in my
words
© Wildheart 1998
A little suicide please
for attention
Nothing in the world works so well
Pity please
the knife
at the heart
the gun
at the head
Give me what I want
A splendid funeral
with lots
of flowers
and many
grieving mourners
or maybe I'll end up dead
It's so violent
the blood
and the bullet and the blade
and the
way they mix
It's so easy to play this role
am I Othello, Juliette or MacBeth?
And it's all so subtle the way
they mix
the violence, the
ease and desire
to pretend to long
for my own demise
Walking along the edge of the grave
but never really getting close
The soul has no destination
but it
tugs on your conscience
Read the eulogy
Spare no detail
And please
tell me
how great I was
© Wildheart 1998