You can say I’m a friend who you’ve know beyond forever
or you can say, “Hey, please stay a while.”
There’s a time for sleepless nights and scented candles
and a time for sleepless, sultry smiles.
How can love be so blind?
How can love be so blind?
How come we’re so intertwined?
How come we keep wasting time?
Try to put your worried mind at ease, precious one.
If you could slow the ride you’d wind up late.
You wanna make that big, bright sun super-jealous
so you tell the noon, “The moon and I have a date.”
How can love be so blind?
How can love be so blind?
How come we’re so intertwined?
How come we keep wasting time?
You and me were something like riding down the highway
in the back of rusty, old Ford.
Laughing and waving at the cars passing by us,
couldn’t see the places we were heading towards.
How can love be so blind?
How can love be so blind?
How come we’re so intertwined?
How come we keep wasting time?
Let me take a deep, long breath; I can’t keep up.
My head is spinning round and round.
Lost in the thoughts of who we used to be,
trying to hold together who we are now.
How can love be so blind?
How can love be so blind?
How come we’re so intertwined?
How come we keep wasting time?
How come we keep wasting time?
How come we keep wasting time?
We can see the finish line
so how come we keep wasting time?
poetry
They’ll Say You’re Scared
Maybe you wanna run away.
Maybe you think the river can hold you.
The pain’s here and it’s there, too.
Sometimes reality is simply not on your side.
Sometimes, they want you the most.
Sometimes, they ask you the most.
Sometimes, you beg them the least.
And that’s when they’ll say you’re scared, when you’re begging the least.
They’ll say you’re scared while handing over a shiny, sharp knife which you may use to pick your dirty teeth clean.
They will go, the things you needed, the things you wanted.
They will go on without you by their side.
It’s easy to explain in poetry because it’s true.
Children of the Field
We’re the children of the field
We’ve got an empty field to walk through
Black birds overhead
Black birds not too high
And as long as you believe
We’re the children of the field
We’ve got an empty field to run through
Black dirt underfoot
Black dirt dry and cracked
Come along and walk with us
We’re the children of the field
We’re the children of the grain
We’re the children of the giant’s blood
Dirty children needing rain
Sinners On The Run
The mind, synthetic diamond,
Seduced by sinners on the run,
Makes a refuge of stale shadows
Cast by judgements from one sun.
The heart, malfeasant mechanism,
Bound to sinners on the run
Seeking solace from the bright,
Beguiling prizes they have won.
The soul, valorous vapor,
Vanquished by those sinners on the run,
Re-writes horrors into memories
Of tiny hands held to loaded guns.
A Burnt Offering Song
Exhaled a city of blue, broken dreams,
A bard’s breath of what changes blow.
Lit by strings of lights that blink fast and gleam,
flickering with old hopes to show.
Oh, this night is fast and sounds asleep.
These roads are raped, ragged, and wrong.
Still move we so slowly through thick cloud and dark chain,
while singing sweet, burnt offering songs.
I’ve spit blackened fire and cried tears of red rain,
I’ve cannibalized simple and sane.
And I’ve learned to respect the littlest things
that crawl under skin and through vein.
Oh, this night is fast and sounds asleep.
And these roads are raped ragged and wrong.
Still slowly we move through thick cloud and dark chain,
while singing sweet, burnt offering songs.
Oh, the world is precious, endless, droning noise.
Oh, the world finds silence reproachful.
We no longer hear our glass heart’s beat voice.
And I know here’s where I’ve found my purpose.
Oh, this night is fast and sounds asleep.
These roads are raped, ragged, and wrong.
Still move we so slowly through thick cloud and dark chain,
while singing sweet, burnt offering songs.
So this is for you: a burnt offering song.
I hope that you find it was worth it.
A ritual death from a fire lit long,
fueled by you getting all that you wanted.
Some Straitly Walk
“Thus, by tracking our foot-prints in the sand, we track our own nature in its wayward course, and steal a glance upon it, when it never dreams of being so observed. Such glances always make us wiser.”
—Nathaniel Hawthorne
The sun stopped shining
some time ago.
The winds have blown
the palms away.
I seem to recall,
before these rising tides,
there were footprints
right beside me,
right here along the strand.
I find it difficult to know
if the one who left them
had been a one that walked
or been a one that ran.
They’re always over soon,
these rising tides.
And then tomorrow
becomes a thing a century old.
Tomorrows and tides,
returning ever as reminders
of that which what it is
and that which what it is not.
Footprints in the sand.
Sand so soft and silent.
The tides come in.
The tides go out again.
Sand so smooth and silent.
Difficult to hold for long.
Fertility
I can never ever
________ again.
I’m too old,
too tired,
too lazy
to run in to work.
I hold my breath until I fall down.
Thoughts will come tomorrow.
Then I’ll find out
just what I’ve done wrong.
Yeah, I will listen like a child.
Yeah, I will turn it into song.
Do you feel twice afraid now?
You will live only to die alone.
It’s OK no one gets through it.
You’re going home.
You’re going home.
You’re going home.
You’re going home.
Stop
Stop don’t
go stealing our time.
Too long, too long
And we’re alone – a-
lone.
Too far gone in the flowers
God, these roses look so lonely lonely.
Too far gone in the flowers,
God, these roses need a friend like me.
The Twelfth House on the Left
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
you know the sun never
goes
down
That’s right
that’s true
And hey hey hey hey hey hey
The sun -
you know it never comes up
It’s just a trick
tricking you
So hey hey hey hey hey hey
get over
the center
piece
view
Can do
Will do
Yeah hey hey hey hey hey hey
It’s a billion years of crying
White cliffs
brown shoes
When I look into your flirty eyes and all I see is wonder I cannot but hypothesize the firmament’s been sundered by some tattooed God of old who pillages and plunders all the little boys and girls who think they have the secret of living in a magic world but magic means you speak it
LOUD!
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
you know the moon
never hangs
straight
That’s right
that’s true
And hey hey hey hey hey hey
The moon -
it only wants to make waves!
When I look into your flirty eyes and I see pure desire I cannot help but kiss your lips and turn heat into fire that burns an ancient effigy calling holy powers to blind the seekers and the tweakers wasting precious hours looking for an explanation to this magic world but the magic is the magic is the magic is the magic is the magic is the magic and the magic means
you speak it
LOUD!
you gotta speak it
LOUD!
no one’ll hear you
no one’ll know
no one’ll understand
all them magic spells
all them wild thoughts
all them lovely words
all those things
you gotta say
about the things
you gotta say
about that
Excuse Me, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans You’re Wearing?
You say you know me
– Love me
– Need me
– Want me
But you keep stealing all my clothes.
And I say, “Girl,
there ain’t nothing
in my closet
for you.”
Got my heart in your hands
and my shirt on your back.
You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
Yeah, I see it in your eyes.
Looking at my shoes and socks.
I feel it in my bones.
You wanna be inside my jeans.
I feel it in my soul.
Oh God, I know it in my soul.
Girl, you keep stealing all my clothes.
You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
You can’t control it.
You don’t control it.
It’s in your blood.
It’s in your blood.
Yeah, I can see it in your eyes.
Cowboys in Love
Everybody’s a tale to tell backwards
Everybody’s somebody you know
Everybody’s looking for light’nin
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Everybody’s a poetic nightmare, too bad
Everybody’s complaining and high
Everybody’s a blind motivator
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Didja ever think we’d be together?
Sitting under a million bright stars?
Didja ever wake up still dreamin’?
Didja ever think we’d get this far?
Yeah, everybody wants a rodeo, baby
Everybody wants small miracles
Everybody needs some sorta healin’
Everybody’s a cowboy in love
Jason Preu 
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