Good and Bad

Good girls, good girls,

good for nothing;

always doing

the right thing.

Down right

BOR-

ING.

I’ve been waiting for

this song to start;

waiting for this good girl

to fall apart.

And you’ve been coming,

coming round.

Are you waiting for this good girl

to fall down?

I’ve been dancing to records

in my head,

waiting for good days

to go bad.

But, I’m stuck, you see

with this same old song;

never really able

to do wrong.

And you’ve been bad

even though you know

the good life is what you’ll need

to grow.

But, that bad, bad tune

is so

exciting

and the dance on the wild side

intoxi-

cating.

We’ve been stuck my dear

with our black and white charms

and now I’m dancing

in your arms.

Yin and yang

have come together.

Good with bad, bad with good,

twirling forever.

I’m gyrating in your

bad boy embrace

and you’re melting when you see

my good girl face.

We’re falling apart

and we’ll never be

who we

used to be.

This good girl is going to

have some fun

and this bad boy

is coming along.

In That Green House in Buffalo

You are not the pain in the world.
You are
everything
right
with it.

Soft your love
Soft your lips
Underneath that tangle of roses
hanging from my windowsill
Hanging there
like my heart
ache
without you
So long ago
in the snow.
Waiting for your laughter to come back
which meant
waiting for my heart to open
again and
Waiting
to not be afraid
of you
Loving me.
You were lost
in your own skin
and was there any way to find you?
I didn't know
and I was
too afraid
of you never returning to yourself
And all of the fear that means
when we muffle
the sound
of that inner voice.

You are not the hurt in the world
You are the one who heals it
You
bring laughter to the darkest
of souls,
They are reborn in your light,
They come back from the gloom.
You bring excitement to my world
and words that flow and flow and flow
like the falls
crashing down in their
majestic outpouring
below us.
You bring wisdom that you don't know
will heal the hardest of hearts.

You are not the pain
You are the healer
of wounds.
Your own heart is open,
and you let everyone and everything in.
You are the hurt
That most wonderful hurt
that breaks us down
and moves us beyond barriers.
You stay
who
You are
and
Never
ever
Ever
let that
Fear
change you
because
You are everything right.

Change the World

Selfish and selfless intertwine
Legs twisting, a spiritual vine
My heart
is tangled
But, I never mind
I'll put it out there, let
my kind find
My healing hands on top of the world
ready to let
my love unfurl

5/28/2015

Penance

Peace is a type of death, and

I have come alive.

There is no church to hide in,

no sanctuary.

They lock their doors, knowing that

the divine is outside,

in the air

The wind?

It says

risk everything and I've

got a lot,

oh yeah,

I've got a lot

to sacrifice.

Give it up here

Give up

I laid my confessions down

to rest at the feet of a

lonely priest.

He wasn't impressed.

He said, "Give me more"

The divine doesn't want

your pitiful

recounting of sins

when not once, 

not once did you 

stop to pray

But, I'll kiss the ground,baby

and more

I will lay myself down on 

that altar

and sacrifice

that good old fashioned way

But churches don't appreciate

offerings anymore.

They say, get out and don't forget 

to pray for 

God

damn 

forgiveness, 

because you are undeserving

But, I see the light

5/24/2015