Don’t Want to Cry no more no more no more no more
How long have we been here? Long enough to know, there must be a way
through the mist looking for a place of calm somewhere sometime there is a way
you know you knew that there is a place for you
no one remembers where you ever had a place to work
where you were recognized valued held in high esteem kept for what you offered
where someone talked to you felt wanted knew sat down studied conversed kept you close in their heart
Don’t Want to Cry
Where is there that you belong that you can come in sit down be a part of anything that matters there is no place left
your home is long gone disappeared your place where you once made a dent, spoke out collected views of places and people came down
often you feel dizzy as though you will collapse know one knows what tumult rac es in your head
that this is not treatable wherever you end your days you feel safer living in shadows afraid that someone will cast you out
that this time there will be little doubt that you blew it
over over over over over over over over occurring over over again again again
sleep deprived gnawing fear whether you can churn up that hill make it over the hill and down the other side, whether you have anything left
you awaken in the morning seeing that you’re still alive no one ripped you rolled you beat you down had their boot on your neck kept you apart
in a holding cell of your design, forgot you left you for dead
not treatable incorrigible unable to hold a job or find a place that fits
ineducable not feeling numb
desolate morning bringing you here leaving you gasping holding your chest
forgetting for a moment that life was better then
everyone and everything turning away and letting go saying forget forget forget
leave this place armed guards escort leave
you know that you are unwelcome
you cannot write your name anymore and sign a dotted line that there is nothing left to give
you are home alone there is no other place to dwell no sanctuary no hallowed ground everywhere people forget that you ever walked the earth or felt the pulse of life longing for a way to go to rest
PLEASE you beg let me go let me go let me go let me go let me go let me go let me go with tears streaking down across swollen lips chafed from suffering
coughing sputtering losing everything you waste away fooling no one that you’ve given up in
there’s nothing left to give
sleepy head your dad used to say now there is no one left
you teeter on up down through nights of agony clinging to a prayer a sense that here you finally can come to rest
where is there a public place that you can stay you can remain that you can work that you can play that matters that holds you in esteem that looks after you when you walk away with affection
wondering whether such a place ever did exist you hurl invectives at the passing moon a crescent that hangs above your head like a gallows
your currency does not circulate you cling on holding close everything lest you be robbed of the last morsel of your life
there is a code that if you’re not productive that you do not belong that you have no place here that no one wants you holds you in esteem and longs for a moment when you’re gone plans it looks for a chance to declare that you don’t exist
they whisper behind closed doors plotting what to do to remedy the situation and you shudder because you know that along with two-thirds of the rest of the beings of the earth that there is no place for any of you
esteem saves you regardless of your tender frail colic precipitous state you realize that none can come none can rip from under rip asunder what you fear year by year and none can come and take away your love of life
your heart beating is what makes a dent gives you pause to celebrate to blow the shofar to raise a toast to shatter crescendos of scales climbing from cavernous morasses gloom dust dashed kernels of sand dissolved in memory painful labor of birth born from shattered dreams
whispers that fall off as echoes from a distant past forgotten memories trampled people calling laughing resounding far away inaudible inexplicable sounding of lost shores weirs landings
no foothold left
return ringing in your head no answer no where to go to turn
without ground firm your head is battered you’ve lost your way
cackling voices Lesceaux burned images retreat into shadows flickering dimly
a spirit loving you a magic resonates in everything you are not alone
stammers winding smoke dissipating in your mind
never not alone not alone not alone not alone not alone not alone not alone not alone
