My Think Piece

  Strangely Spiritual Verse Fig Leaves Our fig leaf clothing Hiding our sin With our own shabby tailoring Chlorophyll offerings Where sin demands blood. Altars A thousand blood-stained altars A thousand cruel wars (As unlikely as it seems) All tell the Bards great story To the ever squeamish us: Our only hope is blood! Shadows In Spring The unfolding of the leaf sings the song Which squelched, wells up within each narrow chest Of birth and death and birth again to come (The song the Singer sang from eons past) The swelling bud casts shadows year by year The vast unfolding of eternal life. The Dew (The Day) The dew Drops of cool clear Crimeless blood on scalpels Of green, the bright shout of the sun: "Born fresh!" The Conquering King The fear of the unknown, The dread of fear itself, The brutality of war The nameless, battered wife, Thorns,thistles, sweat and death; The signs of mans domain We too groan and wait  For the conquering King. Paradox Door Who could guess that our l...

 The material posted on this site is original and copyrighted. The songs are registered with BMI.   Lyrics And Songs Please note that these lyrics are Copyrighted and the completed songs are registered with BMI. Lonesome Evening Wind When The Storm Finally Came Our Song Will Be New Memories And Mist L et The River Wash Me (To the Gulf of Mexico) Zombie Stare Vampire Mist Does Your Cat Play The Fiddle? Does Your Dog Own A skateboard? Please feel free to contact me about use or collaboration at mythinkpiece.com@gmail.com . At  this time, Our Song Will Be New, Vampire Mist, When the Storm Finally Came, and Memories And Mist still lack completed melodies to my liking. Some degree of partnership or collaboration is still possible at this time, with everyone being agreeable. I present the lyrics for collaboration. I have tunes in my head and recordings of them, but If someone can show me something better, then I would be interested in talking.  Recordings presented here ...

  When The Storm Finally Came We sat together alone in the park We talked about the weather as the sky became dark We held each other against the threat of the rain And we ran for cover when the storm finally came. We thought forever would always be the same Thought we would be together through the clouds and the rain But the ways that we traveled have been filled with such pain That love came unraveled, when the storm finally came. Into the heat of the night into the warmth of loves flame Came a flash of white light and the thunder and rain The storm clouds gathered to put out the flame And love no longer mattered when the storm finally came.

  Our Song Will Be New I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new. Someone once told me all the songs had been written But I hear something different when I see your faceI  I hear a song as new as tomorrow That even time can’t erase. I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new. Someone once told me all the scenes had been painted But I see something different when I see your eyes. I see a vista as fresh as the future As blue as the sky. I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new.

Lonesome Evening Wind It's a hard rain falling on my shoulder  Since that time, since that time. The only thing I've done is I've grown older Except in mind, in my mind. I spent those hours and miles  Knowing someday I’d come back again, Because my dreams have not been shattered Or scattered on the lonesome evening wind! Every day I've gone further, maybe nearer  Since that time, since that time. I'm not sure that I'm the man that’s in my mirror, In my mind, in my mind. All the people that I know Say I'm the kind who’d break before he’d bend Or let one single dream be shattered  Or scattered on the lonesome evening wind. I see tragic traces o n the fragile frozen faces that I meet All the time, all the time Lonely empty people on the street They bring to mind, they bring to mind The pain that I’ve been feeling And the knowledge that this road may never end But those dreams have not been shattered  Or scattered on the lonesome evening wind.

  Memories And Mist Oftentimes important things are not quite what they seem And all that will become of them will drift into a dream Fleeting like the darkness is the evening's final kiss As lovers' warm endeavors fade to memories and mist. Paint for me a memory of loves I’ve left behind A watercolor image of the fog inside my mind A breathless line of poetry, a moist and trembling kiss In the foggy half reality of memories and mist. Tomorrow I’ll remember in pastel blues and grays The names and faces but a blur, a whisper in the haze A subtle loss of details in the struggle to exist As my sense of past and present fade to memories and mist. Play for me a melody of loves I’ve left behind In tones of sensual subtlety, the tune that haunts my mind An intertwining harmony blending like a kiss In the foggy half reality of memories and mist.

  Our Balloonness Past, Future, Converging Needlepointedly On the thin membrane Of our soul’s presentness.

  Paradox Door Who could guess that our lean souls thus entered, Through the narrow gate, one cross wide, Should cross the threshold to the other side (The emancipation of the soul) To find the enemy is now the door? Sweet paradox, life evermore!

  December (Our Christmasness) A tiny gift  In a tiny land  Two tiny hands Opening into infinity! (January and February are not yet complete.) January The dying of the year makes way for the birth of new opportunity February The month of my birth.

  June Bugs (June Evenings) June bugs,  Creepily crawling. Lazily stalling On my front porch Before rising suddenly A buzzing array of erratic motion Flying off toward summer! July Daze July days,  Simmering heat  A shimmering haze Dust clouds Stifling breezes Blowing slowly into  August nights. August (A Residual Wind) It is August and I am wishing it was winter That old, wintery tingle overcame me  For a moment  Blowing through my ears Into my brain. Some minor emotion of Christmasness Snuck into the evening breeze Dropping off some early gifts and memories. Hey, I think I saw a snowflake!

  March Winds (Night Wind) March winds Blowing away the doleful debris of winter Sweeping away the dreary clouds, Blocking the needlepoint lights Sweeping away the dusty veil, Till we see clearly the one star Risen in light no sepulcher can contain! April Showers (Color Storm) April showers,  Rinsing away the reluctant remains of winter Cleansing mother earth  That she may give birth To the multifarious foliage  Of the Master Gardener!  May Flowers May flowers Splotching the green clad canvas meadows Brushing the coarse soft backdrop With perfect pastel accents Painting a smile on earth With the merry palette Of the Master Painter!

  September (Leaf Like) Born of the Earth Borne on the wind Our leafy existence Floating, swirling, winter bound Downward, downward, ever down To the earth from which they were drawn As our spirits rise to meet their Breather! October (Windborne Colors) Windborne colors Gently floating down To kiss the hard October ground Endless circlings of life and death The light warm caress Eternal rest! November (Our Appleness) The dual edged knife of difficulty Carves through our tender skins Leaving us naked Before God and ourselves  As we are chewed to the core!

  Let The River Wash Me (To the Gulf of Mexico) Chorus  Ashes to ashes, iron turns to rust. It's better to die living than to grovel in the dust. And when the living’s over, turn me loose and let me go Let the river wash me to the Gulf of Mexico! Verse 1 Before my father was my father, he took comfort in the breeze  When the shade fell down upon him by the creek beneath the trees, He followed that old creek bank wherever it would go Where the water meets the water to the Gulf of Mexico! Chorus  Ashes to ashes, iron turns to rust. It's better to die living than to grovel in the dust. And when the living’s over, turn me loose and let me go Let the river wash me to the Gulf of Mexico! Verse 2 The time was drawing near. I didn’t know what I should know. So we drank a beer and talked about the row we had to hoe. Take my ashes to the creek bank, spread them out and let me go. It will take me to the river and the Gulf of Mexico! Chorus  Ashes to ashes, iron turns to ru...