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from the song Had …
You left me since you wanted to stay.
You complimented all the things that drove you away.
You tried to make me feel as if I
came out on top
While, all the while, you only wanted what you just had to stop.
To breach our bond, we’d beach our night.
Appeared in sight, a pier on site.
A moment lost, a tempo gained,
A smudge of sand, an urge abstained.
And later, though however much,
You beckoned such unbridled touch;
And though it’s you who has been had,
The joke’s on me, and just as bad.
from the song Fallacy …
The structure of your argument is
weak at every joint,
While the fact that you are stubborn fails to validate your point.
How many valid points must you forego?
What part of “understand” do you not know?
I saw the flaw, the fallacy which gave you self-promotions,
Yet you wouldn’t hear a single point I’d say.
Our logic is used to validate irrational emotions,
For emotions are the harder thing to sway.
from the song Forest For The
Trees …
Where’s the forest for the trees
Which fell down with no one around?
Is there sound?
If an argument goes down in the forest
And there’s no one around,
Is it sound?
I came across a thought just now.
It passed me as on by I walked
And left me by myself to think,
“I should not think when I am stalked
By notions that dissuade me from
Creating musings of my own
About the ways I ponder when
My thoughts are gone, to which I’m prone.”
from the song Soliloquy …
The relics of our relationship still
reside around my room
And every shelf I should dishevel shows the shame I shan’t resume,
For it’s not my place to pleasure upon their presence anymore.
Defying, I delve to dwell amongst them. I can’t deny, I
can’t ignore
That we burned out what might not have been faded away,
And the essence of incense enrages my dismay.
We dimmed the brilliance and pulled the sheets, and I had held you
dear,
And unclosed curtains could curtail caresses I made clear.
When we turned out the lights we loved, we left and had foregone
The intimate and tender tones that hued the shades we’d drawn.
from the song Cerebration …
To think or not to think,
Therefore I am or I am not;
These notions on the brink
Of the existence I have sought.
The mind is of the essence,
And the error is where you’ve bought
Presupposition of the presence
Of the thinker of the thought.
from the song The Last Folk
Song …
This is another song the world may
never hear.
A complicated statement is the one that skips the ear,
Another drop within the bucket that is kicked when no one’s near.
The driving force of faith is such that no one’s there to steer.
This is the last folk song the world may ever hear:
A simple declaration as another end draws near,
Another drop of blood, of sweat, of unabashed fear,
Another smudge of hope, of faith, of nothing I hold dear.
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©2003 Brian Michael
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