Civility

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that once felt her warmth

though I’ve still got my grip
I’m feeling more stripped
of my dignity
than ever before

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that lost this cold war

as my soul starts to rip
we shake hands (not fists)
with civility
why, what else? of course


Written: In those dark days between Christmas and the new year, 2016

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I Wish I Were A Vulcan

I wish I were a Vulcan
so I wouldn’t start to cry
every time I thought I saw you
out the corner of my eye

I wish I were a Vulcan
then I wouldn’t want to die
as I lie in bed alone at night
and wonder, “why, oh why?”

oh, why, oh why was I so blind to see
my one in seven billion falling out of love with me?
and how, oh how could I twice make that mistake?
a Vulcan wouldn’t do that because logic would dictate

I wish I were a Vulcan
so I wouldn’t waste my time
running all those things you said to me
on loop inside my mind

I wish I were a Vulcan
then I wouldn’t have to lie
when someone asks me how I am
and I answer, “I’m just fine”

oh, why, oh why was I so blind to see
my one in seven billion falling out of love with me?
and how, oh how could I twice make that mistake?
a Vulcan would’ve noticed and tried to communicate

oh, I wish I were a Vulcan
with a cold and solemn vibe
steering clear of romance
and the ties that lovers bind

I wish I were a Vulcan
well, then I’d be satisfied
as a Science Officer
aboard the Starship Enterprise

oh, why, oh why was I so blind to see
my one in seven billion falling out of love with me?
and how, oh how could I twice make that mistake?
a Vulcan wouldn’t do that because logic would dictate

but I’m glad that I’m a human
and I’m glad that you are too
for it’s better to have loved and lost
than to have suppressed my love for you


Written: Out of my mind, 2016
This song was written in my head to the tune of Oh, Susanna (key of C).

Louder Than Words

back to reality
I know the rain likes to fall
cold and lonely
you were mine before the fall

ohhh, what is this?
ohhh, what is this I’ve missed?
ohhh, what is this?

there’s a truth behind it
too loud for words
it’s undecided
unspoken, unheard

ohhh, what is this?
ohhh, what then did I miss?
ohhh, what is this?

back to reality
I know the rain likes to fall
cold and lonely
it was my fault—after all


Written: October, 2015