Monthly Archives: June 2014

Little Bird Little Fish

Tiny little birdie,
Fallen from the elder tree.
Oh, come and see!
The little bird,
The dog just found,
Beneath the tree.
Tiny little birdie,
Go fly away! Be free!

Tiny little fishy,
Caught from the shiny sea.
Oh, come and see!
The little fish,
The boy just pulled,
Out of the sea.
Not so tiny fishy,
You were quite delishy.

EVEN THE BIRD WITH THE WOUNDED WING

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can sing, still can sing,
Still has so much joy to bring,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can be a pretty thing,
Can still have my heart on a string,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Still can welcome in the spring,
Still can feel the winter’s sting,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Even the bird with the wounded wing,
Appreciates a golden ring,
Brings me hope on which to cling,
Even the bird with the wounded wing,

Absent

You never once,
Raised your voice to me.
Never belittled me,
Nor humiliated,
Nor hit me.
You never even seemed to get angry.
It sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?
After ten years with an abuser,
I should be thrilled,
To never get yelled at,
Nor controlled.
But, you were the opposite,
Swing of the pendulum.
He was possessive.
You were simply unconcerned.
Devoid of all passion.
And despite all pain he gave me,
It was still better,
Than your indifference.

THE UNSEEN ELEPHANT

Okay, okay,
I know that this may sound obscure,
But something nudged me,
Of that I’m sure,
I can’t see it,
But I know it’s there,
Unwritten signs are everywhere,
There’s something I’m dying to say,
But an unseen wall is in the way,
Try to make the words come out my mouth,
But they hit the wall and head straight south,
Important thoughts I thought I’d thunk,
Get sucked up by the unseen trunk,
Unseen, but somehow really there,
Inhibiting things we need to share,
Important things to talk about,
Somehow that elephant locks out,
It’s as if the great beast feeds,
On our important wants and needs,
Insatiable, and in the way,
Of things we really have to say,
Elephants are fine and good,
But I think that this kind really should,
Wander off and go somewhere,
So that we can clear the air,
It should go, ethics behoove it,
Thing is, it takes the group to move it,
Cuz the group is damned,
Will meet its doom,
If an elephant’s stuck in the room.

MY FATHER, THE THIEF

Like a tiny little thief I took the way that you walk,
Copied bits of your style,
Took the way that you talk,
Took every little bit that my tiny heart could steal,
But it took more than forty years till I could manage to feel,
What you took from me,

At only nine years old well what was a boy to do,
You pulled the rug from under,
I tried to build a bridge to you,
With a box under your arm you shook my hand and said goodbye,
Never once looked back to see me as I lay there and cry,
You did not want to see,

What did that box have in it, cuz I never got to know,
The things that you took with you,
On that day you chose to go,
It must have been filled with moments we’d never get to share,
And whatever mask you used to help show you never care,
And my security,

Well I’ve a box inside me, and it’s been there since that day,
Tried many times to open it,
But then locked it back away,
Every once in a while I could take a peek inside,
But now I’ve found the keys to rip the damned lid open wide,
And I’m fucking angry!

Angry for abandonment and angry that you lied,
Angry for the way things went,
And that you never even tried,
Angry for the holes you left for me to fill myself,
Angry cuz your feelings are still locked upon some shelf,
Angry for the fact I never got what I deserved,
Childhood was torn from me, I was poorly served,
Angry cuz my hunger for you kept my feelings caged,
When the simple truth is long ago I should have been enraged,
Angry that my longing interfered and that I let it,
Angry because forty years on you still don’t fucking get it,
I’m Angry!