Passages

For those just tuning in...I am putting out

"Passages" the first part of my book of lyrical

ballads called "Dreamsongs".  This is part

II.  Scroll down to read the first part.....

II. First Fall

II. First Fall

i. elusions (i)

 

Is there something inside

that you cannot explain?

The solution eluding you

again and again?

 

Is there something outside

that you cannot forget?

The feelings eluding you

that aren’t yet dead?

 

At least not yet ...

 

ii. mother dear

 

Oh mother dear

what has daddy done to you?

I’m sure it’s all a game!

 

Oh daddy dear

what’s that on your hands?

Did you have to hit her again?

 

Let’s have another beer!

It runs in the family (so I hear).

One more bottle

will make things right,

then I can shut

her out again tonight!

 

Oh someone please get me out of here!

 

Where’s that fucking beer??!

 

Oh mother dear

what has daddy done to me?

I know that it’s not no game.

 

Oh daddy dear

what’s that on your hands?

Did you have to hit me again?

 

Oh mommy dear

I’m not sure you know at all

just how to explain

a little boy’s pain.

 

iii. the room upstairs

 

It’s time for bed

turn off the t.v.

For the last time I said

you better listen to me!

 

It’s time for bed!

 

So I climb the stairs

to the top of the hall,

where the darkness waits

like a tangible wall.

 

As I climb into bed

and try to shut out the dark,

out of my head

out of my heart:

To get him out of my mind.

But not this time ...

 

He’s in my mind!

 

That voice in the night

tellin’ me how to feel all right.

Deep inside and out of sight.

Gonna dream that dream tonight.

 

What’s that shadow on the wall?

(Only trees in the wind).

Who’s that standing in the hall?

(Only me, my friend).

 

Is he real or just a breeze?

Maybe some kind of disease ...

 

That voice in the night

tellin’ me how to feel all right.

Deep inside and out of sight.

Gonna dream that dream tonight

 

He’s gonna make me feel all right.

I’m gonna be all right.

at least for tonight,

I’m gonna be all right.

So I climb the stairs

to the top of the hall.

And in the room upstairs

I begin my fall ...

 

iv. on the fringe

Bless me father

for I have sinned.

It’s that same old thing

again and again.

 

Please don’t put me

in no Catholic School.

St. Anne’s is for

those other fools.

 

Help me father

for I’ve been bad.

But where’s my mom

and where’s my dad?

 

She’s home watching the other kids

and he’s out there on another binge,

leaving me here on the fringe ...

 

v. toy soldiers

 

Toy soldiers

in the backyard,

once took me

so far, so far.

 

But the nights

still haunt me

like the voices

in my dreams.

Childhood grips

my memories.

 

Toy soldiers

in the backyard

once took me 

so far, so far...