A muse amused

OK, I said I was going to write about one thing and it became another. No never mind to me, the words were coming easy and I like the way they fell together.

Murmur 3 April, 2008

If I could find back
Stolen moments
I gave to you those days
When life was just simple
And I was so easy in my ways

When you were beside me smiling
For reasons we never knew
And how could we care less
Just me and you

So how’s it work now
Life comes crashing
Behind us like a beast
To skitter me this way
And scatter you that way, like the breeze

You were still with me smiling
It’s likely that you never knew
Right beside as I rambled
Just out of view

You have your stories
You hint about them
I have my stories too
I tell them in pieces
Arrange them in patterns that I choose

Yeah, I stack ‘em then knock ‘em over
I grind them beneath my shoe
Sometimes color them brightly
Sometimes strangle them blue

If I could find back
Sweet stolen moments
I gave to you those days
When youth gave us courage
Unable…unwilling…not needing to feel any pain

When you were beside me smiling
Two idiots in the rain
Washing over us gently
And washing us clean

I’ve seen the shadows
Shifting, shapeless
Like dancers with no spark
There’s nearly a beauty
But lost as they fumble their way through the dark

I hear you in their murmur
I see me in their wisp
I’d call their bluff but I’m certain
They’d die in a kiss

I hear you in their murmur
A murmur becomes a hisssssss
Snake becoming the charmer
Dies in a kiss

Ed
Brandon, FL

Hopefully y'all have the stomach for another one. This is my own hand at down home southern gothic. Or it might be. Must admit I'm not entirely clear on the whole gothic concept. Better yet, chalk this one up to spanish moss and rough relationships.

Uncoiled 4 April, 2008

How you been? You didn’t answer
It’s been a while, you never called me back
I know the message that I left was kind of rambling
I sometimes get off track

Now through some thinking… a bit drinking
I’d say I’ve taken it like a man
Taken stock if not so much some kind of action
But you know how I am

I guess what you seen in me
was like a truthful contradiction
So much good inside me,
without a clue on how to share
All you thought you needed
got wrapped up in what I didn’t
I suppose that inattention
doesn’t really say “I care”

Are you good? And how’s your mama?
Does she still believe that I’m your best mistake?
Yeah, I do believe that woman always liked me
Despite the give and take

I watch the tube, it’s really good now
I especially like to hear them Idols sing
I’ve found that any show that has a lot of dancing
Puts my mind at ease

What I don’t understand good
Is that if we wasn’t happy
Well how did that just simmer?
Seem the kind of thing would boil
So what I think I’m seeing
And correct my understanding
Not a spiral of unhappiness
As much as love just come uncoiled

So how you been now? I need an answer
Been a while and you ain’t never called me back
I know the path that brung us here was not a straight one
But I always get off track

Ed
St. Petersburg, FL