"COLLECTED WORDS"...
by C.C.
LOVES MELODY...
In song swells there a rhythm telling out it's counted time...Dwelling ever on it's cadence ringing out it's rhythmic rhyme...So sweet...A heartbeat so divine...throbs forever in thine bosom never far away from mine...A pulse...so sensitive to life...O love and hence we'll rise above this tragedy of strife...So cold...they boldly hold is real...Rise up we must unfold this untold love we're meant to feel...So hot...it's stimulating vibes...lie emulating ecstasy that lust tempts now describe...So fair...a fashion rare in form...In passion come we now to meet to rock within it's storm...So wild...as forceful as the sea...In tune our bodies warm and mild...the source_loves melody.
DREAMS...
In death we sleep within a hive of dreams we dreamt while still alive...In sleep we peep the other side of life...in which we hide...So dream of lifes tranquility for what you feel is what you'll be...By dreaming you will be set free...Just dream a dream and see...Yes dream a dream and scheme a means of coloring the night...For dreaming is a way (it seems) of lighting up our lives...But wait, the mornings light arrives exchanging night for day...It shakes us into waking from our dreams in which we play...What parts?...Whatever we will be... But will we ever see the end?...Surrealistically...Or just emotion in the dark...More notions set to motion...An explosion of a spark...that sends our spirits sailing free...embarked upon a journey moving through eternity...At last...as time within time swells...and dwelling not on dreams forgot...Time casts it's final spell...To die...To live life's final scene...To rise before the eyes of God...The essence of our dreams...Some saw Pans soul...bad vibes arrayed...sad love untold...Unknown it stays...Discerning beauty is not his way for there all truth's the same...So scorn the birth of Hades...Morn a death in solitude...Forwarned are all who heed his call...None shall be so subdued...Yes sad old Satan hides in hate and why he'll not explain...The love he lost has forced his cause...Our innocence is strained...So dance O dance poor soulful child...Lifes tune flows out in notes of wild reaction toward the living free...Rejecting what you cannot see...You suffer your insanity...To dance away the night...You fade from all humanity...To dance away the night...Don't hide beside this sad one or forever lose your way...For never will you hear the Lord or ever see his day...Alas, the mornings light does shine...Revealing healing rays...Reflecting on our dreams...To find...There's nothing left to say...We rise to compromise our fate...In cold reality...Too late to wait at Heaven's gate...Hold fast to what you've seen.
CAPTIVE
With eyes ablaze your firey gaze entices and incites me...Entranced by such enchanting stare who's depth revealed invites me...To see...To wander through your mind...O wonder not at time forgot...There's time we've yet to find...So free...We'll be as love can be...As free at life for life as love arouses me to thee...I come...In promise of your smile...Submissive to your kisses...Come to lay with you awhile...My love...To test your beauty there...Attesting it's attraction to the warmth I need to share...With you...Succumbing to your fire...Obsessed by your possessive ways of soothing my desires...Quenched...I'll be by you tonight...Rendered captive to your tenderness surrendered in the night...I fall...Enraptured your my wife...For captured am I now...In love with you...For your my life.
MIRRORS
I find it odd to gaze and see the image I'm obliged to be...He's looking back, I know he's free...He's changing yet I know it's me...I know his thoughts and feel the pain...reflecting off this barren plane...I raise my hand to touch his face...Instead the mirror takes his place...The changing mirror takes it's place...The image of an honest man...who would not steal and couldn't scam...His stake in giving is his trust...To him this is a must...The image of a liar shows the one who does desire knowing no one sees his faults...These breaches he should halt...The images of diplomats who run for this and then from that...who chose those places that they sat...show now an empty hat...Shown pulling from the hat you'll see who advocates democracy...I would that it be you and me...Imagine that they'd see?...It's nothing to ignite such cause...Unite and push it without pause...To fight for what you would have be...Become reality...Imagine now the realist...who seeks the truth which he enlists to amplify his means...To simplify his list persuading which way that he leans...It's clear...What's left to right the wrongs...Those deafened ears now forced to hear the crying, dying throngs...In mass...A song so destitute...Sung resolutely of a class passed by for lack of fruit...Imagine...Suffering in sound...Those echos of injustice...Those inflections from the ground...we hallow...Trampled 'neath the feet...Of those on Earth who see the dirt as lifes last sad retreat...For Death...The image of it all...This age must pass for man to last...To hear such beckoned call...To work...Together for what's right...To realize if we disguise the Truth we lose our sight...To see...All images now gone...We've burned our rights and snuffed the lights of freedom...So it's done...But wait...Mirages out of sight...shant be our fate...if we burn hate...To mirror clearer light.
THE TEST...
Once upon a time...In a land far ago...Rose a 'Capital' clan with their plan for this show...You could buy sell or trade...Making fortunes your own...And if interested, gain outside support with a loan...Well the men of these times...working hard day and night...started cheating, then stealing and finally to fight..."More room's what we need!" was a popular holler..."In which we may inflate our dollars!!!"...So by coming and going, expanding and growing...These men built a great spacious nation...And, swearing...(by right)...not among them to fight...These men made a firm 'Declaration'...As time slowly passed, it's reality cast...That the common concern would come not first but last...Then, by milking the masses, the exclusive classes formed clubs...snubbing all out of caste...Maintaining...(though small)...it was them...(after all)...who had passed all the tests...so were best...They followed their rules...while they built common schools...that would pass different rules for the rest...But then...(I must say)...came a turbulent day...Rebellion encompassed the air..."To tell but one truth!!!"...was the call of the youth...Some were 'Hellions' in search of what's fair...And, in finding their way...To banish the grey...They marched through the walls of their reason...Into the day...(they were so proud to say)..."Returns us the practical 'Season'".....So the future was laid...by a movement made...out of people who wanted what's best...Who were so glad to say...it was finally the day...that...(as members)..."We all pass the 'Test'"...
FOR GIVING...
As warm winds trade the cold for spring...You warm my soul with love you bring...I trust you now...for the things I've seen you do...My love...it's true...I've lived alone so long it seems...I've grown too old for lonely dreams...I've never shown you what it means to live...My love...Forgive...Afraid to try...What's true is true...It's clear to me...what was dear to you...Love's simple...when you see it through...And, nothing else will do...Come show me what you want to see...If only 'Love'...then let it be...Shown sharing our identities...We move...my love...It's true.
NIGHTIME AGAIN (a song)
I keep searchin' can't seem to find...That certain somethin' that'll sooth my mind...Guess I'll move on into tomorrow...The thought occured again yesterday...I got a feelin' don't know what to say...Yes I've tried to hide my sorrow...Well it's nightime and the Devil's loose again...Lookin' for trouble, tryin' to find a new way in...Yes it's nightime so let the new day begin...I've met some people liked to spend their time...Livin' life like a nursery rhyme...Goin' happily ever after...It seems what's hidden there between the lines...Must be the truth in why they never mind...What it takes to fake the laughter...Well it's nightime and the Devil's loose again...Lookin' for trouble, tryin' to find a new way in...Yes it's nightime so let the new day begin...Yeah the newest problem for the human race...Is somethin' we ain't ever had to face...What to do with our newfound freedom...Now there's a question that I'd like to pose...How will we separate our friends from foes...In what light might we choose to reveal them?...Well it's nightime and the Devil's loose again...Lookin' for trouble, tryin' to find a new way in...Yes it's nightime so let the new day begin...Now dawn's upon us better see the signs...Who's free to draw and who to cross those lines...That are scribbling into the future...Well human nature has it's funny ways...It's always changin' like night and day...Will we grow? I don't know, I ain't to sure...Well it's nightime and the Devil's loose again...Lookin' for trouble tryin' to find a new way in...Yes it's nightime so let the New Age begin...
THE FLIGHT...
From silent gaze...prolonged...The soulful spirit strays...Belated...Longing for the day...Waiting...Lost inside this haze...Tossed between the days...Left trading time...Exchanged away for flight...Above the wave...Sailing...Floating in a way...on timeless streams...Through Eternity...Passing...everything and nothing...Never and always...Forever the same...Yet changing...Landing...Grounded in a dream...Found and lost...Still hoping...it's exactly what it seems...A light...separating night...Darkness bent...A sign is sent...Outside...To go inside...In sight...Illuminating void...Crossover...No more waiting...Life may never be destroyed...It comes...enveloping the soul...Re-created endlessly...A Spirit taking hold...To live...To die...To reign as rain from the sky...To fall in love...Returning from above...to sense the wonder of life again...It does again begin.
~Redneck Mama~
Now redneck mama I really hate to criticize you...But you wake up every mornin' like a grizzly in a bad mood...You start yellin' bloody hell and there's no tellin' where it's leadin' to...It's like your bleedin' won't stop and I cain't help cause you don't want me to...Redneck...You're a redneck mama, ain't never had no regrets...Redneck...I love a recneck mama tryin' to get a little respect...When your lookin' out the window, cain't pretend that I don't notice you...If you intend to spend your time wanderin' if we're gonna see it through...Then I cain't take it anymore and say "What the heck is with you?"...You shook your head and said "What's the difference, what's it to you?"...Redneck...You're a redneck mama, ain't never had no regrets...Redneck...I love a redneck mama tryin' to get a little respect...Ain't no lie, when you cry it really makes me feel so sad and blue...I try to give you what you want, it's never sure and that ain't nothin' new...I'd be lyin' if I said I never tried to understand you...But you never understood, I'm only tryin' cause I need it too...Redneck...You're a redneck mama, ain't never had no regrets...Redneck...I love a redneck mama tryin' tryin' to get a little respect...So mama don't worry, everthing is gonna work out fine...I'll be yours if you promise that you'll always be mine...I'll love you all my life, you're my wife and that ain't no line...I thank the stars above you're my love and thats a lucky sign...Redneck...You're a redneck mama, ain't never had no regrets...Redneck...I love a redneck mama tryin' to get a little respect.
THE JIG...
He's such a fright...A sight unseen...She treats him right...He turns her green...He blows her blues...She keeps him clean...To him, she's just a dream...He's on his knees...She knows him well...He sees her needs...She thinks he's swell...So "More!" she pleads...He's in her spell...She loves the lust he sells.
SWITCHES
Fix the bitchy witch's britches...Teach her how to pray...Leave her for the saints to gore...They'll eat her sins away...Yes, stare away, fare far today from her decaying soul...For if you stay...She'll milk away your love and leave you cold...Paint the voodoo you do black...The color of her heart...Chant the chant that she can't chant...And feel the magik start...In stressing why your blessings die for her implying style...Add that saddened fads impose on making life worthwhile...Take store in all that's given...As a man, walk tall and free...Succor from her honesty, what truth you need to see...Show her that to love her she must only let love show...Then and only then is when true love begins to grow.
SONG FOR JOHN...
This is a story bout a friend of mine yes and how as he grew the more he changed our minds with love...yeah love...
He started rocking and he hit the top you see the art of talking he turned into pop for love...yeah love...
(...chorus#1...
Yes he imagined we could change our heads well well do you remember what he said...
that all we need to keep the world alive is love or would you rather see it dead...)
He sang the war is over if you want it now exclaiming that to hatred we should never bow so love...yeah love...
The man said you're a loser son you should not stay you got no right to choose here better hide away your love...yo' love..
(...chorus#2...
Can you remember what the walrus said well well you know we better change our heads...
The world is turning it ain't turning red so you know we better keep it fed...)
He felt so isolated that he had to scream he cryed at what he hated but he kept his dreams of love...yeah love...
He found out brother when you feel your pain it ain't ever gotta hurt again with love...yeah love...
(...#1...
Yes he imagined we could change our heads well well do you remember what he said...
that all we need to keep the world alive is love or would you rather see it dead...)
This rockin daddy yea he had a son he told his mama they could be as one in love...yeah love...
He started over said they planned to stay then out the blue his life was swept away with love...in love...
(...#2...
Can you remember what the walrus said well well you know we better change our heads...
The world is turning it ain't turning red so you know we better keep it fed...)
~TheTelephone~
She's the best little woman that I ever had, she used to drive me crazy so bad... The best little girl you'd ever want to know...oh oh... And I'd die to talk to her...Lie or steal... I cry each night for her...still... And I wonder if she's sittin' by the telephone...I wonder if my baby's all alone... I could call her up and ask her if she'd be my friend...again... And I'd die to be with her tonight...all night... If I could just see her tonight...(break) I'd die to be with her tonight...all night... If I could just see her tonight... And I think I hear the ringing of the telephone...She wonders if I'm sittin' here alone... I tell her that I love her and I miss her...Please come home... And she sighs...Alright...and then we cry all night... So high..By Love's true guiding light... Well I think I'm gonna disconnect the telephone, let 'em think there ain't nobody here at home... Ain't nobody that I want to see but you right now...Alone... And tonight I'll be with you...so high...alright... Tonight...Just me and you...Tonight...
~Love Astray~
Oh Mary don't you know...that love ain't made for keeping...Don't be afraid to let it go...and let the moon light the way...It's fair to say I told you so...that wild love's meant for reaping...But while you gather what's been sewn...please don't forget the coming day...And life is like a candle burning...and love...it's brightly dancing flame...We live to satisfy some yearning...And learn, in time, to feel the same...So Mary don't you go...if love is only sleeping...I'll hold you close to me tonight...and chase the lonliness away...And when I rise up from your arms...there'll be no need for weeping...For when our eyes meet you will know...that love is there to stay...And life is like a candle burning...and love...it's brightly dancing flame...We try to satisfy these yearnings...and trust...in time we'll feel the same...
~Touch The Sky~
With blue misguided intellect we justify the pain...A tragedy that we accept the agony we gain...As tides of reason change, their waves of wonder claim our souls...The innocent earn Heaven while the wicked writhe in coals...So try, try...Won't you try and touch the sky?..Fly away into the day you'll finally touch the sky...So strive to fly but don't deny the truth thats safely stored...Allowing us to find the beauty of our own accord...Let love arise to harmonize with all that we afford...Affording none till first we shun creation of discord...Disgarding inhibitions freely roaming with our lords...We free our minds and in this find the keys to sacred doors...So try, try...Won't you try and touch the sky?..Fly away into the day you'll finally touch the sky...So heed the free, they plead us see our weak decaying rights...Requesting understanding they demand we see the light...Believing is recieving sight to see through Satan's lies...Relieved that we've perceived our right to fight his frightening ties...Yes, rise to realize it's pure, our love will never die...The dove is lame, yet he will reign...We die to touch the sky...So try, try...Won't you try and touch the sky?..Fly away into the day you'll finally touch the sky...So try, try...Won't you try and touch the sky?..Fly away into the day you'll finally touch the sky...
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