Journeys of A Man

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Suede jacket, wrap around me like a blanket
hold me close, until I close my eyes
until I fall asleep, until I dream
Dream of colorful things
flower blooms, the night and the moon
I meet you there, from the porch I stare
It was a home cooked meal
It was how I could feel
it was the wind off the fields
It was the flower's smell.
Can you hear them?
Can you hear them even now?
They have left us with these memories.
In the chair on the porch I will swing.
Wind, leave me before this storm.
The storm is close, so close I can see it with my eyes.
I shall stand tall, until I reach my dream

Generations come, more will soon follow
Lift me to Heaven, save me from the fire below.

Friday, March 23, 2007

warning signal

I’m sending a warning signal
And I know you will hear
Because you’re the one
Who placed me here
You’ve paved the road
But it’s my task to walk
But lately my feet won’t move
And I’m nothing but talk
All the suffering that you endured
I’m sorry for the words you’ve heard
I must stop
I’m nothing but talk
The picture now is crystal clear
I’m the one who placed me here

Friday, March 16, 2007

remember that the ocean and campfires need singing to

Dear Friend…
…when there is no longer a me
when I no longer exist
promise and remember
that the ocean and campfires need singing to
When time began there was the sea
It’s one of God’s great gifts
Promise and consider
the things He made are great and true
When you are with friends
Staring at the night sky
Gather and deliver
a song to the sparks and flames
and remember the millions of dreams
you dreamed under these stars
consider and remember

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Flash

one...
...two...
...three
3 miles from the lightning
the flash of light
cuts through this rainy night
like an old camera's bulb
here for an instant and then gone
the thunder dissipates
the picture fades but remains
outside
over and over and over
it rains
and I cannot stay the same
I am forced to change
as the Earth spins and spins

And a new day begins

crossedc fi ngteres

ijt;s uarsd to ty[pe wirth crossed finers\

Thursday, March 08, 2007

The Who Behind Blue Eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

---written by Pete Townsend