Narcissistic Sister

Circa 2005
Narcissistic Sister
Tortured fashionista, from the deep end of the mirror your wardrobe, it wore you outuntil you were barely thereyour fortunes, hanging from your shoulderswill be hand-me-down’s somedayit’s so important, to rememberwe dress up to drown down the painwe are all so very vain
Narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raff
why can’t you just be happy with your health without needing to look like something else now to feel well or forget about what others think of your sense of style for long enough just to tell them yourself with a smile
narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raff
what’s with all that high-heeled bang of glitter and blingfabric sewn together so strong by spider-web strings trying on your new favourite designer-name skins andbatting your woolly eyes when told just how to fit in
narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raff
tortured fashionista, from the deep end of the mirror your wardrobe, it wore you outuntil you were barely thereyour fortunes, hanging from your shoulderswill be hand-me-down’s somedayit’s so important, to rememberwe dress up to drown down the painwe dress up to drown down the pain
narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chics live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chics live in vogue above the riff-raff.

Yesterday Was Just A Stage

So beside, the basic fact that, we fell in love, with old winter,

Inside of doors, we were now, and forevermore, so unsure …

Sure seems, like it’s all, planned until, falling, into reverse,

First we fly, but then we crawl, over our walls, now in turn …

In terms, of what is true or not, it matters all, what we do want,

For why we burn, for another’s urn, is sure to turn out, earned …

But when we stall, for our worth, we work it out, with the hurt,

With the hurdles, come the callings, failings, twisting, to work …

Words and bells, and wishing wells, will ring out loud, unburden,

Their own shells, into the fields, under the stars, into the universe …

Certain signs, will come and find, you startled by, all winking eyes,

Sizing up, every crossroads now, you will begin to finish, your life …

With every step, new beginning, fresh rejoinder, to darkened chorus,

Best we hurdle, into the night, than watch the lights, go out tonight,

Tired and weary, are those without bearing, without meaning, daring,

Without caring, we fall away, from the beating heart, of our purpose …

Because, Everything Being Equal … We might as well all be free …

Yesterday was just a stage, every day, is a new chance, to redeem …

Everything, Being Equal … We might as well all, fly for the fence …

We might as well, go down, with fists held high, for common sense …

Everything Being Equal … We might as well all be free …

Yesterday, just a stage, every days, a chance, to redeem …

Yesterday, just a stage, every day, a chance, to redeem …

Yesterday, just a stage, every day a chance … to redeem …

King Candy (Challenge Lasts Not)

King Candy (Challenge Lasts Not)
Ever since we went ... To the moon
I've been feeling like .. It's too soon
For human beings to ... Ever explore
We get what we ever ... Inner deplore
Lord have Mercy and ... Lord have Might
I like what I see .. When I love it, Alright?
Little did we manage ... To mend our lives
Before the future measured up .. Tonight ...
King, Candy ... What leads us, on today ...
Yeah, Maybe ... Everyone falls, so astray
Strange, but true ... What we all now, do
Comes to ends ... Before we utter Amen ...
King Candy ... What leads us on today ...
Yeah Maybe ... We just, keep changing ...
Challenge lasts, not ... For we all, arrive ...
Tomorrow, before ... Yesterday ... Alive ... 

Always Someone

There’s Always Someone Right Here

Salvation is the sovereign reign

of someone in a fallen refrain

refining what it’s like now to lay

down for the values you do save

Settle in on one vision intended

Set your sights on one sin united

Just to be ourselves for now on all

For it’s been so long since the fall …

Yes There’s Always Someone, Right Over Here …

A Third Man standing down, now on an old pier …

A Second Sun planning on, soon so appearing …

As we endear ourselves, to all farflung fears …

Tear down the stars, despite your tears

Hear your own faults, with steely ears

Here is your fault line, here is the year

With so far to fall yet, forever unclear …

Why it matters, is why it comes, to tatters

These patterns, are past proof, of all fetters

For we refuse, to leave these nooses, behind

Forever unwinding, these lines, of the blind …

Yes There’s Always Someone, Right Over Here …

A Third Man standing down, now on an old pier …

A Second Sun planning on, soon so appearing …

As we endear ourselves, to all farflung fears …

Lost It To The Wind (Forever Lasting)

So we got it again, we got that same old plan,
A bend in the wind, a mending for the damned,
Damn we wish it wasn’t so, yet we go it alone,
No it wasn’t fate we hit that date to the bone …

Bow down to the Maker, or maybe you will later,
Or maybe someday, we’ll need less of the fakers,
Fate or folly, fall what may along please, no refrain,
These old days, were made up of such needless pain …

One Day I Lost It … To The Wind … … … One day afraid, One Day I Costed Out … All I Had At Last … Come to pass … Contemplate what you have lately, is it ever going to last?
Long as we have hope, hold on to all you know, everlasting …

So. Everlasting … Forever Lasting … Let Go Of Fear, Now … Let It Go … Let Your True Self, Know … What you lack is, less than, you know … What you love is, more than you, could ever truly show, we know … We Love You .. We second, your best … Better believe, now … Confess …

Everlasting … Forever Lasting … Let Go Of Fear … Now … Let It Go … Everlasting … Forever Lasting … Let Go Of Fear … Now … Let It Go … Forever … Lasting … Forever Lasting … Let Go Of Fear … Let It Go … Everlasting … Forever Lasting … Everlasting … Forever Lasting …

Nascent Greatness

Deep inside the hidden hallways, of your fine mind I see a sign … That what you were and who you are, will go by the way side … As a new self emerges we all spread our wings, up to the sky … Side with Hell if you go against, your will for you are the light …

You are the light … We live our lives with one thing in mind … What we want and what we wanted, may change by tonight …
To be redeemed means letting go of, what you might not like … If you could tell the difference between then, now and alive …

Nascent Greatness … Resides inside all of us now … Yet we digress … What we already knew … Never needed to be reminded of us anew … What was that everybody’s born … To become more than as formed … As we follow the future into destiny … Everything turns over Lord …

Nascent … Greatness … Resides in all of us now … Yet we digress … What we already knew … Never needed to be reminded of us anew … Nascent … Greatness … Resides inside all of us now … Never digress … Inside all of us now … Remains A Greatness … Nascent Greatness …

All we long for … Is a little lesson to lead us to straighten out … All we call after … Are those second guesses about fate now … All we stall for … All we stutter to sound off on … Is a crown … One final foray … Into the darkness with old torches ablaze …

Nascent Greatness … Resides inside all of us now … Yet we digress … What we already knew … Never needed to be reminded of us anew … What was that everybody’s born … To become more than as formed … As we follow the future into destiny … Everything turns over Lord …

Nascent … Greatness … Resides in all of us now … Yet we digress … What we already knew … Never needed to be reminded of us anew … Nascent … Greatness … Resides inside all of us now … Never digress … Inside all of us now … Remains A Greatness … Nascent Greatness …

When The Healing Begins

So it’s been another long ass time
Since you did take these old signs
For what they really now do so say
For where they now lead you today

Hope you find some peace of mind
Hope you time it all well tonight
Hope a light shines on now in kind
Showing you the safe way home alive

So When The … Healing Begins … Learn to so let go …
Learn to allow yourself the space to regain and regrow …
Let those hardships fade so fast you follow the flow …
Falling out of habit with bad patterns that you hold …

So When The … Healing Begins … Learn to so let go …
Learn to allow yourself the space to regain and regrow …
When The Healing Begins … When The Healing Begins …
When The Healing Begins … So you follow the flow …

Buckle down for another storm now of revival
Suck it up for that hurt now to so unravel
Level with yourself about our reality all
For laughing matters not anytime we do fall …

Down those centuries we all came to threads …
Down a lifetime endless days have their ends …
If you do unwind take heart for cards do tend …
To turn before the next dawn now and again …

So When The … Healing Begins … Learn to so let go …
Learn to allow yourself the space to regain and regrow …
Let those hardships fade so fast you follow the flow …
Falling out of habit with bad patterns that you hold …

So When The … Healing Begins … Learn to so let go …
Learn to allow yourself the space to regain and regrow …
When The Healing Begins … When The Healing Begins …
When The Healing Begins … So you follow the flow …
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Before The Past Flew By (Into These Nights)

So Always Run … Into That Winter Wind …

Make your break for it, before you win …

Make your day for this, just to rewind …

Before the past flew by, into these nights …

Christmas Lights line these streets tonight

Joy and chaos come together for one time

Lord above and Devil below, mending hope

Holy Thou and Hateful All, ending old lows …

So Always Run … Into That Winter Wind …

Make your break for it, before you win …

Make your day for this, just to rewind …

Before the past flew by, into these nights …

So what? So we’ve got different views about alot

So what, we’ve lost that old sense of another’s lot

So much for early dreams, old worlds been between

Bending toward tomorrow on waves of due scope …

So long tomorrow, hello to the future’s next of kin

Kindle lost and sparks gone off, some fires do go dim

Some aspirations never get past those old gates of sin

Yet when we forgive sinners, forgive ourselves again …

So Always Run … Into That Winter Wind …

Make your break for it, before you win …

Make your day for this, just to rewind …

Before the past flew by, into these nights …

Rian Torr 2016, AbstractExpress.ca

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Sweetly Back To You (Into Your Wheelhouse)

Once you were low, so low, you found yourself, high,

So high, you were floating, upon the clouds, of time,

Sometimes, we are all loathing, to change, our ways,

But tonight, we must betray, our fears, for our frays …

Come swinging, into night, with fists of fire, hot white,

With might, for right in light, of life over loss, of sight,

Since we were born, we were made, for only, one eye,

Landing, on lines, along those for which, early we’d die …

Into your wheelhouse, love comes inside, your heart,

Being so pleased, to be with, one of a kind, in cards,

Larger than life, were we today, tomorrow, the stars,

Starting out life, with humility, made, our skin hard …

Inside Of Your …. Wheelhouse … Inside Of Your …. Heart …

You’re A True Work Of Art … You were made for hardship …

Inside of your world again … Troubles will spin … Anew

New beginnings sing so sweetly … Back to arresting truth …

Once more around on the hallowed ground we pound down,

Digging in our feet in dance upon this dirt beneath us so deep,

So true to who we were used to being, begone now all demons,

Banish all those banshees that would have us return our dreams …

Won with time, we will win over, the divine, we will so now define,

What it means to refuse, to release grip, on for what we stood in kind,

For what we all, have to call, in common, is one cause, honest karma,

Not something for what, one can ever wish, but for what, sets alarms …

Into your wheelhouse, love comes inside, your heart,

Being so pleased, to be with, one of a kind, in cards,

Larger than life, were we today, tomorrow, the stars,

Starting out life, with humility, made, our skin hard …

Inside Of Your …. Wheelhouse … Inside Of Your …. Heart …

You’re A True Work Of Art … You were made for hardship …

Inside of your world again … Troubles will spin … Anew

New beginnings sing so sweetly … Back to arresting truth …

Inside your wheelhouse … Inside your heart …

You’re a true work of art … Made for hardship

Inside your world again … Troubles spin anew …

New beginnings sing sweetly back to the truth …

Reflections On A Pond

jjNow in the reverse we were so certain
But today it’s come to us so very clear
That what wanted was never so sure
To be given to us on our own terms …

Ten years later and we’re more jaded
More liberated yet less able to debate
What we’ve ended up with does make
No amends for those days we delayed …

Dead men walking were we forever talking then
Forever deciding which way to bend down next
Forever putting off what we knew was the cost
Today never waits for those who love to get lost

Reflections On A Pond … All Come Into Focus Now …
Forever reeling were we before our fall into eternity
Back then seemed to last forever, took us long to kneel
Now we enjoy the brevity, knowing time is far from real …

Reflections On A Pond … All Come Into Focus Now …
Deflections don’t last long … In the face of forever …
Detection of a higher power … Soon finds us out …
Just when it seems it’s all over … So dies all doubt …

Reflections On A Pond … Come Into Focus Now …
Come Into Focus Now … Into Focus Now …
Reflections On A Pond … Come Into Focus Now …
Come Into Focus Now … Into Focus Now …

Then at the end of life we might just right
What wrongs we put down along the way
The point in practice is yesterday matters
So start now all reprisal of better patterns …

The Mainstream Is Dead

So ever been involved in that old … Swirling circus?

You know damn well how it, all turns out, for us …

What we come to find is worth, its burns, in kind

Is kindle for karma, for us who kill our lies, tonight …

Like it or not, we get what we cost out, in all doubt

When we count every pro and con, to our love now

When we come to grips, with our old rips, in all trust

When we signal, every last call now, for sunset after all …

So The Mainstream Is Dead … The Mainstream is dead …

If you came here to live … Time now to claim your thread …

The last throes of those old villains will soon fade into red …

As we reclaim our right to remain inside heaven to the end …

The Mainstream Is Dead … When The Mainstream Is Dead …

We reclaim our right to remain … Inside heaven to the end …

When The Mainstream Is Dead … The Mainstream Is dead

We reclaim our right to remain … Inside heaven to the end …

Every word on the wind, every odd utterance in sin

Is that the good finally won out, mainstream dead

Mainly we were seeking, some redemption in this

What we found, more than that, as everyone wins …

So The Mainstream Is Dead … The Mainstream is dead …

If you came here to live … Time now to claim your thread …

The last throes of those old villains will soon fade into red …

As we reclaim our right to remain inside heaven to the end …

The Mainstream Is Dead … When The Mainstream Is Dead …

We reclaim our right to remain … Inside heaven to the end …

When The Mainstream Is Dead … The Mainstream Is dead

We reclaim our right to remain … Inside heaven to the end …

Supermoon Over St. Peter’s (Long Time Old Friend)

If there ever were a better night now to so repent

If ever there were a letter to light up these bends

Better not to dwell on the parts that portend hell

When the shell is the shock the core is tomorrow …

Lessons are all lined up, take a ticket to get in step,

Tested are the mettle ones who settle not for a rest

Righteous are the unsettled ones who tell to confess

How it goes when fallen foes realize a lack of best …

Super Moon Over St. Peter’s … Caught out so conspicous,

So bright in the background, off-stage yet taking center now,

Allowed to not be outdone, nearly a century since seen at all,

Long time old friend, since Earth and you met, let’s be friends …

You might not be sacred, you might not be free of sin,

You might not be scared, yet you might fear in the din,

When the world is so loud, you cannot hear yourself,

You might just once swing low into a hollow night …

Super Moon Over St. Peter’s … Caught out so conspicous,

So bright in the background, off-stage yet taking center now,

Allowed to not be outdone, nearly a century since seen at all,

Long time old friend, since Earth and you met, let’s be friends …

When The World Jigs We Jag (Soon So Undone)

splintered sunriseSo this much is true, who you knew, you were, is now gone,

Who you thought, you would become, was soon lost along,

Who you trusted, to be the one, to rise, fell fast away from,

That old secret, to this puzzle, key to this maze, to remain …

But this much is true, that much is yet a golden hue, you know,

You were true, when you took those bumps, in eternal renewal,

Review all, your patterns past, you will see, what comes to last,

Is what we stand for, when all is lost, all is come, soon so undone …

For When The World Jigs … We Jag …

We make the changes, so long chasing …

We hit those marks, play those old cards,

Carving out new ways today, to the stars …

But then a sudden shift, under your feet, reminds you, you believe,

The world is a dancefloor, and we are those who need some more

Joy and music, in the heart of the useless times, in the darkest night,

In the divides, where we go astray tonight, just sit tight, it’ll be alright …

For When The World Jigs … We Jag …

We make the changes, so long chasing …

We hit those marks, play those old cards,

Carving out new ways today, to the stars …

Bellwether Blues

So get up, hit the alarm off, knock a coffee down Get out, get two feet underneath you, on out about, You’re off on a cloud, of thought when the sun, rises … You’re not going to let, another take you down, lightly …
Heavy is the bell of the whether, for followers of a flock For fight or flight kept us in sight of that old familiar lot Of being not aware of the very reasons we do what we do For down and out fall all who dare to dwell upon the rules …
Bellwether Blues … Whether we want, we all come to lose The use in trying when nothing fails … To come to loose ends When nothing trails but the aftermath … Under the influence Of rapidfire returns down in the wetworks of Bellether Blues …

All Rivers Return (Season For A Comeback)

So you might feel it’s a bit lacking, that old comeback attack

That wholesome old feeling, that all will come to task at last

That low lying leaning toward things, finally falling forward

For what we think comes true, what comes due, we all knew …

And you might tinker with your troubles, lingering in doubt

You might sink a line or two, just looking to catch another out

Just trying to see what will bite, when wishes seem distant tonight

Light one up for lovers in drought, dying of thirst for wet clouds …

But All Rivers Return … Every Season Comes Back …

Everything we once knew … To be so true will renew …

We will not have been … Proven wrong in the end when ..

Our instincts come to prove … What we all really knew …

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return …

Every Season Comes Back … We all knew …

Instincts come to prove … What we all knew …

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return …

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return

Instincts come to prove … What we all knew …

All Rivers Return … All Rivers Return …

More Of The Light Due (For Every Messy Remedy)

Sometimes life spins, swirling around until, we all nearly drown,

For dearly found, are all miracles now, that we never, wore down,

But most fall, short of where, they ever dreamed, they would be

By the time that fate, came calling late, to that old door, eternity …

Dormant lie, the wishes of a, stalwart few who, never lost a light

Torn up are all the, best laid plans, apart from just, keeping on by

Torn down are all those, old paradigms, about living life, on high

For during the times, of final challenges now, survivors, low fly …

We all wish for a new round now, a new turn in the world over and out,

A new eclipse of the times and tunes unto, other universes out of the blue,

In verses by volleys we stream one concious collective to be sure of our cues

For every version of right there is another that lets in more of the light due …

For every, messy, remedy … There will be another, new day now to pray

There will be another, new way to trade in, yesterday for all, better rays

There will be a fresh sun, saving us from, that long lost, darkness today

There will be a final place, to make amends, to make new friends, to say …

We all wish for a new round now, a new turn in the world over and out,

A new eclipse of the times and tunes unto, other universes out of the blue,

In verses by volleys we stream one concious collective to be sure of our cues

For every version of right there is another that lets in more of the light due …

One Second To Midnight

Let’s tell it straight to the heart of the arrow,

Where we all play it patiently to the last bow,

The last sling, the last slight, the last bitter row,

We row ourselves home everytime we so grow …

Seagrass and sarsaparilla seem so sweet to some …

Lemon juice and snake oil sliders go well alone …

Lustful felonies and fallen remedies all tangle on,

Those old fallacies about one being better than none …

Nothing have we ever wanted was always what was best,

Nothing have we ever sought for was ever really tested,

We just jumped, we just ran, we just did what one can,

To make the mark, to play their part, for that final dance …

For that final reckoning before the last sundown of a life

For that early second guessing about whether we did right

Whether we were brave whether we’d be considered again

To visit this Earth in this skin with this heart under this spin …

At One Second To Midnight … We’ll make it right … We will win …

Before those final gates come crashing down, riding out of town …

Escaping those fateful places where the last of us will lose our dust …

Drunk on those thought of getting free of these old useless dreams …

One Second to Midnight … We’ll make it right … We will dream …

One Second to Midnight … By that old moonlight … Rekindled again …
Reignited … Reunited … With our former selves … Prior to the fires …

Prior to the times we waned … When it seemed better to lose this lane …

One Second to Midnight … By that old moonlit … Rekindled again …

Reignited … Reunited … With our former selves … Prior to the fires …

Prior to the times we waned … When it seemed better to lose this lane …

When it seemed better to lose this lane … To lose this lane … This lane …

One Second to Midnight … One Second to Midnight … One Second

Oh One Second … One Second to Midnight … to Midnight … to Midnight

to Midnight … to Midnight … to Mid- … night …

to Midnight … to Midnight … to Mid- … night …

All Old Forgotten (We Spin Our Wheels)

So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts

For one more hit now of what it is we really want

We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong

That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …

Sitting upon a new moon, in wonder now of it all

Something never fails to fall forever for innocence

Someone never fails to come calling in times of need

Someday never passes again without being redeemed …

Listening in on the chatter of those dark stars overhead

We might come someday to so dread what we know is left

But the mighty of us run our trials with no less an iron fist

Than to divine the right of keeping strong in spite of this …

So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts

For one more hit now of what it is we really want

We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong

That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …

To serve ourselves one time is always enough to receive

The will of the universe in fleeting footprints in the dust

Leading us on to what matters most before the final dusk

Before we take that last dive beyond that great old divide …

So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts

For one more hit now of what it is we really want

We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong

That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …

Local So Universal

Reaching deep inside to find the outer reaches,

Seeking signs that divide us from our speeches,

Each is equivalent to the ends of the earth in us,

Despite the thrust of it we would not have us lost …

Time is telling us it’s almost done, with us yet to win …

But lies are leaving us blind, to the cost of coming up,

With those precious times, when truth replies in kind …

We have all been deceived when we believe we are wise …

Local is so universal, you know it’s true, you’ve been there too …

One thing seems unique, then it comes to seem, forever repeating …

Local is so universal, you know it’s true, you’ve been there too …

Local is so universal … Local is so universal … Local so universal …

Local is so universal, you know it’s true, you’ve been there too …

One thing seems unique, then it comes to seem, forever repeating …

Time is true to be, life encapsuled in a rhyme, never off now tonight,

To light up is to alight, from all those darkling eyes, ever we espy …

Local is so universal, you know it’s true, you’ve been there too …

One thing seems unique, then it comes to seem, forever repeating …

Local is so universal, you know it’s true, you’ve been there too …

Local is so universal … Local is so universal … Local so universal …

Long In The Chains Of Patience

Desperate down times, ringing in the rains, of ancient change,

Lately we’ve been, too distracted, to remember, our own names,

Gainly are all, role reversals, when roles are all, worse off today,

Yet painful are all, those second guesses, of a self-inflicted fate …

Whether we were, out of sorts, or we were just, sorting it out,

In order for us, to burn the bridges, of doubt, must ride it out,

Must reign it in, when the temptation begins, to give into now,

Just when the feelings fade, come the tides, of renewal again …

Ever westward were we, destined to sling, our arrows and aims,

Severed from the path, of patterns unbreakable, we would regain,

Replacing those worn out, worries about tomorrow, with new hope,

Lower than the clouds fly, we would stand tall, with what we know …

The answer is this, with which we have held, all along, that old song,

Key to karma, path to all pardon, ladder to the sun above, below stars,

Harkening, in the universe, there must always be a shine, in the shroud,

A spark in the clouds, of lightning finally come, crashing all around …

Lifting us up so long, in the chains of patience, have we waited for rain …

How long in the shackles of shame, that we could not remake, yesterday …

So far into foreign terrain, that we were ranging lost ,any direction we made …

So torn apart, from the pages that we played before, we were never the same …

So long in the chains of patience, we would rise again, before the final days …

So tough, so stoic ,so unrestrained, in the poem, to be more potent, than plain …

So long in the chains of patience, so strong in confidence, solong unrelenting …

So long to those helpless places, we could not summon the faces of fortune …

So long in the chains of patience, we were born more stubborn than fearless …

Yet in the tears of distress, we rested our reckless bets, long enough just to test …

What it would take, by playing the long game, to arrive at a light, on the lake …

To finally find, a signal in the fog, of what we once knew, existed all along …

So long in the chains of patience, were were most dangerous, when we stalled …

We were more emancipated, of all misgivings, when were living, by the minutes …

We were more entitled, to outlasting our own expectations, when were measured …

Whenever we leveraged earnest reservation against urgency, making good in turn …

Big Strong Rain (Bring On The Change)

Hello, it’s been awhile, since you were young
But there’s still, some years yet, before sunset
Second guesses and near misses, never regret
Ever what was, was always time, well spent …

Tell it on the wind … Tell it in a quick cold smile …
Tell it in that long old mile … Tell it in your low style …
Tell what bothers you … Tell what stirs you up too …
Tell what ever rings true, for hollow goes out of tune ….

Big Strong … Rain … … … Coming On A Storm …
Never complain … … … For becoming reborn …
Never need saving … … … So much you run off …
Never deem it dire enough … To lose your touch …
Big Strong … Rain … … … Big Strong Rain … … …
Big Strong … Rain … … … Bring On the Change …

We can tell what portends … What’s important bends …
Bows not breaks, reminding us, what directions to take …
Leading us out of sorrow, by a helping hand of kinds …
Signposts in real time, impossible to find if too blind …

Sometimes we wander, sometimes lose grip on wheels …
Sometimes we saunter, so infused by what’s really real …
Some days we falter, some ways find us in worse shape …
Some days we halt here, looking for a light up in space …

Big Strong … Rain … … … Coming On A Storm …
Never complain … … … For becoming reborn …
Never need saving … … … So much you run off …
Never deem it dire enough … To lose your touch …
Big Strong … Rain … … … Big Strong Rain … … …
Big Strong … Rain … … … Bring On the Change …

But take shelter, if you must, before the winds, do pick up …
Take comfort, in the fact, that time passes, never give up …
Get up on your hind legs, letting go fear, before you break …
Now is no moment, to tremble so small, tower up today …

Plus pay credence, to the sun, for she always swings on,
Though it may seem, the rails have riden underground,
Though it might be, your ship has so, washed aground,
One day tomorrow, you’ll hardly recall, whatever went on …

Big Strong … Rain … … … Coming On A Storm …
Never complain … … … For becoming reborn …
Never need saving … … … So much you run off …
Never deem it dire enough … To lose your touch …
Big Strong … Rain … … … Big Strong Rain … … …
Big Strong … Rain … … … Bring On the Change …