teardrops from the world

i pull down the branches and hang the rain on them

teardrops from the world of what might have been

i daydream little fingers little hands on a mission

imagine the things she would have made with them

this child i never had little girl who never was

but might have been

i watch the moon move through the night and wonder if she'd love it

if she'd have taken that piece of me with her

and what else she would have taken 

from me and from the man who helped to make her

would she write would she play would she paint would she sing

would she rise above the treetops on handmade wings

this child i never had little girl who never was

but might have been

i pull down the branches and hang the rain on them

teardrops from the world of what might have been

lucy

i know someday you will exhale for the last time

your eyes reflecting mine will slowly lose their shine

in three years in six years or it might it could be nine

your heart will stop beating you will cease to be alive

i don't know how i don't know how i don't know how

i don't know how i will live in this world without you

i thought that love meant pain before i met you

you overflow with love without effort

i've never known i've never known such abundance

you're my ocean wave after lifetimes in the desert

i'll keep your spirit with me forever

and i don't know how i don't know how i don't know how

i don't know how i will live in this world without you

love so big

i never understood how a love so big so huge

could be so one-sided

was i not pretty enough or thin enough

or confident enough

did my ruthless ambition push you away

i loved you so much

i loved you so so so very much

you only remember me when you're lonely

you only see me as someone i'm not.

as a child

    if, as a child, you were constantly hurt by people who were supposed to love you, then, as an adult, it's easy to confuse the familiarity of being hurt with being loved. it isn't love, on their part or yours. it's something else.

coyote

is it the first time you've seen the waves of the ocean

the first time you've felt safe

out in the open, so vulnerable

just like us you're made of water

you face it as you capture the waves

the sound in your ears, the sight in your gaze

is it the first time you've seen the water

is it the first time you've felt safe?

the wild

watch the leaves break through the cracked concrete

persistent stubborn uninvited

the roots gripping dirt the dark the deep

the wild is through being quiet

all you people stay inside

let the world become wild

retribution revenge call it justice

all you people stay inside

let the world become wild

the wild is through with hiding

watch her breathe the clean air

a first for her lungs, what have we done?

on the shore with the waves by the golden gate abandoned

let the animals come out to play

all you people stay inside

let the world become wild

retribution revenge call it justice

all you people stay inside

let the world become wild

the wild is through with hiding

let your feet leave the safety of the city's concrete

walk through rivers barefoot into the wild

find your voice hidden deep set it free set it free

aren't you done aren't you through being silent.

flames

the hatred is flames

thousands of flames

moving like a forest fire

through the dark tunnels of my veins

the anger, the tsunami of justified anger

a dam breaking

to flood the land and drown my enemies

and choke your words from your breath

so i will never ever hear your voices again.

before forgiveness, blame.

woman is more

the texan in you will never learn

a woman is more than her ability to give birth

to your baby, your baby boy

i'd be so happy for you 

if it didn't hurt

i'd be so happy for you 

if it didn't hurt

a woman is more than her ability to give birth

the musician in you will never learn

a woman wasn't born to be used by you

a woman is more than her work

i'd be so happy for you 

if it didn't hurt

i'd be so happy for you

if it didn't hurt

a woman is more than her ability to give birth