Drowning

Acid eats through
The firewalls of my heart.
I hold heavy gates
That burn
As I try to keep them shut.

I locked the door tight,
But insanity is good
At picking locks.
And very patient,
I might add.

The mirror has a face
I don’t want to see.
I know what’s behind
Those pools of brown.
Those pools…that drown.

I try to stay out of the deep end,
Because I can’t swim.
I forgot how,
And no one is here
To show me the way.

I sure hope these walls hold up,
And the door stays shut,
And the mirror breaks,
And the pools dry up.
Because I really don’t want
To drown
Like this.

Commentary:

I happened to be going through my journals from 15 years ago and encountered this poem. It was written during a time of depression and identity crisis. I was raised in a cult, and it did a great deal of harm to my mental health and self-esteem. I don’t talk about it much in my writings on here, but I spent 25 years of my life with that group. I want to be angry with who that person was, but I realize now that that person wasn’t entirely himself. The cult identity wrestled with the authentic identity for a long time. The end result was confusion, depression, and a sense of never being good enough no matter what I did.

I thought a lot about death, sometimes about suicide, and it’s still shocking to me just how much I thought about that even as an adult. I see now that I was an adult with the emotional makeup of a teenager. There is still a lot left to do to fix the broken things from that era, but I’ve been free of that destructive group for over a decade now. I’m much more comfortable with who I am now, thankfully. But I was so moved by this poem that I wanted to share it. My life has been okay, in the external world, but internally, I struggled a lot with figuring out who I am. I’m willing to admit that I’m still a pretty strange person, but that’s okay. At least now, I’m the strange person I choose to be of my own free will. That’s going to have to be good enough. The relief, now, is being able to say that I am good enough, too.

Thanks for reading. I hope you all are doing well.

19 Lines: A Dark Tow’r Rap (inspired by ‘The Dark Tower’ book series by Stephen King)

(Writer’s Note: There may be some tiny spoilers if you haven’t finished reading The Dark Tower book series by the legendary Stephen King. If you haven’t read it at all, go ahead and read it. Then come back. Or not, honestly it’s better than anything I’ll ever write. Plus you’ll forget all about this by the time you’re done, anyway, so…)

His Colt .40
Standing there before me
I’ve pulled metal on fools
Before turning fourteen
And caped Wolves were hateful
The Calla grateful
Come-commala,
The plates come to slaughter
So come palaver
And here we’ll discuss
How you bit dust
From your boy playing discus
You might see
The cowboy knights three–four’s a ka-tet–
In the instant
‘Fore you’re shot dead
When you see sandalwood slung low
Just know, this ain’t a gun show–
We’re here to bring the gunsmoke

After nineteen lines
Is where you’ll find me
Headed through the desert
The man in black behind me
Ka’s the wheel that turns
As it reminds me
Headed to the Tower
So stand true beside me

I’ll hang ’em high
From Jericho Hill
To Thunderclap
A double tap
‘Cause the tet’s got my back
Though Blaine’s a pain
We left his remains
Laid waste to the Tick Tock Man
Who’s insane
From the Pusher
To Jack Andolini
I’ll leave ’em all screaming
And none of y’all can see me
The Mordred
And you’re bread to eat
And I’ll feed till engorged
From your head to feet
End your life like dogs fighting for meat–
I’ll break right, right as you’re walking down the street

After nineteen lines
Is where you’ll find me
Headed through the desert
The man in black behind me
Ka’s the wheel that turns
As it reminds me
Headed to the Tower
So stand true beside me

Take a glimpse
Through the Wizard’s Rainbow
I’ll bring the pain though
Y’all ‘dad-a-chik?’ the same flows
You lobstrosities
Lob animosities
But can’t possibly–
You act like viscosity
While I’ve descended
From the line of Eld
I’ve told tales
And seen what you’ve never beheld
Through everything I’ve seen
How nineteen
Is all things
And all things serve the Beam
The man in black fled across the desert
I followed–so trust me
The tips are hollow

After nineteen lines
Is where you’ll find me
Headed through the desert
The man in black behind me
Ka’s the wheel that turns
As it reminds me
Headed to the Tower
So stand true beside me

Commentary:

I wrote this one awhile ago, and meant to share it sooner. I fell in love with The Dark Tower book series some time ago and just had to write a rap about it at some point. I was desperately trying to make each verse 19 lines, so…points for trying to be clever about it, right? Sure, sure. Whatever you want to tell yourself, “AtinFi328”.

Well, now that we’re all caught up on stuff I’ve written over the past year or what have you, I’ll leave it at that. Long days and pleasant nights, say thank ya.

Ill Doctor

Another day
Another dead body
And the mask you wear
On your face is real sloppy
Act like we don’t
See what you are
Getting killed for
Sleeping in cars, it leaves scars
I’m done weeping for people
It’s not about being equal–
Why try?
I’m just trying to survive
All stuck on a train
And it’s headed for
The same destination
The death of a nation
But all living on the same block
Starvation can kill
Much quieter than gunshots
Chickens killed by the billions
And potatoes getting buried
‘Cause no one can carry them
The end results
Of our own works
Like someone once said
We get what we deserve
And I don’t know if you’ve heard
But second chances only exist
If there’s an Earth

If you ever want
To heal proper,
There’s nothing worse
Than an ill doctor
‘Cause people still
Gettin’ killed for jokes
And you still
Don’t feel for folks
That lose hope

I know I said it before
But I’m sick of it
If it’s going down like this
Then be quick with it
Wall Street isn’t all streets
Too many 401(k)s
Right now looking paltry
We pay Congress six figures
And get camouflaged cowards
With fingers on their triggers
Meanwhile there’s a virus
Babylon’s doors are open
And here comes Cyrus
Can’t escape from the violence
While they Netflix, Disney Plus
And Spotify us
We can’t bear to live
In silence
So we never feel the force
That’s living inside us
So no wonder there’s riots
Still living in a world
Where they sell and buy us
And “what about Chicago?”
There’s another term for that:
It’s confirmation bias

If you ever want
To heal proper,
There’s nothing worse
Than an ill doctor
‘Cause people still
Gettin’ killed for jokes
And you still
Don’t feel for folks
That lose hope

It’s not really a reach
When you speak
And it feels like I’m weak
Injected with bleach
‘Cause you still don’t
Feel for folks
Getting killed ’cause of
Stupid jokes and losing hope
Like you’re the only person
Worth talking about
But I doubt
This is something you can live without
Moving on, in other news,
Bodies stacked high
Like shoes in a DSW
And if the thought
Does trouble you
Listen to the universe
Hear all its subtle cues:
Understanding
Has been abandoned
In favor of the
Roar of the cannons
So what’s about to be
The plan, then?
Would you rather be right
Or live on the planet?

If you ever want
To heal proper,
There’s nothing worse
Than an ill doctor
‘Cause people still
Gettin’ killed for jokes
And you still
Don’t feel for folks
That lose hope

So they asked us to buy in–
To hope in change
In the time
That we’re biding
Throwing cash and vaccines
At problems
Kids still out in the street
Getting slaughtered
I check behind my back
Scared of carjacking
Next door neighbor evicted
What just happened?
So much for moratoriums
Landlords still want cash
From the past
I can’t avoid them
And I was up at 1
I heard the shot
Saw paramedics fail to save him
Right on my block
I was reading Catch-22
Backwards
Couldn’t go to sleep
For long hours after
Don’t get me wrong
‘Cause I’m lucky
I’m glad that I have
A family that loves me
But I’m sad for the bad
In our world
How many variants of crime
Have been unfurled?
And there’s no vaccine for that
I feel sick of the sickness
That’s creeping back

If you ever want
To heal proper,
There’s nothing worse
Than an ill doctor
‘Cause people still
Gettin’ killed for jokes
And you still
Don’t feel for folks
That lose hope

Commentary:

I put some real events and feelings into this. I don’t know if it’s any good, and I was reluctant to share it because I wondered if it was too political in some ways. I somewhat wish there was more I could have expressed, as so much is still left to unpack from this really difficult era. Perhaps that’ll find its way into another rap one day.

I worry a lot about the rising crime in my area, and I wish no one ever felt they had to hurt anyone else in this world. We’re not even here for that long, why shorten an already short trip? People have their reasons, I know. I just think there has to be a better world than this one. A world our children deserve to live in, in peace. Wishful thinking, I guess.

Mainly, I hope you all are doing well and staying safe. Take care, until next time.

Hallelujah (Snyder Cut Edit)–A Parody of ‘Hallelujah’ by Leonard Cohen

With your colors bright
And your humor dark
And King Shark tearing
Human beings apart
But the Tomato Gods of film
Somehow approved ya
Yet you took your blade
To the Snyder Cut
With a creepy man
Punched him in the gut
Because what’s the life of
A human matter to ya?
Now everyone can argue
If it’s a fact
The better film
Was made by Zack
And you released it
To a chorus of Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-u-u-jah

Now the DCEU
Is all multiversed
Like a play with none
Of its parts rehearsed
And a Flash film that you’re hoping
Will retool ya
When you had a plan
On the storyboards
And it’s something you
Can even now restore
Or did the Aquaman box office
Somehow fool ya?
Well, it’s not a case
Of either/or
They can both be made
Part of the streaming war
If you restore the Snyderverse
It’s Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-u-u-jah

Give a call to Ray
Say you’re sorry to him
Have Ben Affleck break out
His script again
Give a call to Manganiello
And tell him to suit up
You can call up Zack
And tell him it’s okay
Netflix can wait
He can lead the way
Call up Larry Fong
With his camera
He can shoot it
We’ll snatch victory
From the jaws of defeat
And the entire world
Can be the Justice League
With a triumphant
And a glorious Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-u-u-jah

Look, it’s just a film
But a piece of art
Is the work of a crew
And a piece of one’s heart
That’s poured into a dream, not just
For consumers
And so much was lost
Just to reach this gain
There are things that cannot
Ever be replaced
Like the leaves in autumn fall
To grow a new life
No, a victory is not for free
It’s an uphill war for you and me
With the tattered flag
And cry of Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-u-u-jah

So I gave up on critics
And I left the hate
I gave up on Twitter
And its mean debates
Not every movie made
Is gonna suit ya
I retreated into
The safest space–
Inside my head
Where everything is great
And tomatoes being hurled
Cannot get to ya
From a hashtag and
“It does not exist”
To the four hour epic that it is
The Snyder Cut
Is one last hallowed Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-u-u-jah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu-u-u-jah

Commentary:

It’s been awhile and I hadn’t posted anything about Zack Snyder’s Justice League, so here we are. The idea for a parody song popped into my head today and I started writing. I suppose the Snyder Cut may or may not have been everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, the movie was very satisfying and everything I’d been hoping it would be.

Anyway, I haven’t been totally neglecting my writing; I’ve written maybe 120+ pages of the book I’m working on, and I would still like to pick an excerpt to post on here sometime. I have to settle on what part I want to post. I really need to get rid of the ads on here again.

I did write another rap I wanted to post that’s very 2020, and I added another verse on more recent worries of 2021. I might post that one, as well.

I hope you all are doing well. I’m feeling a little down, personally. But I’ll get over it. Take care, until next time.

“Never Be Afraid of Who You Are”–A Musical Parody of ‘The Rise of Skywalker’

Leia: Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.

Rey: I’ll never be afraid of who I am.
At first I was no one,
With a staff and a gun,
But now I’m at Skywalker Farm instead!

Poe: Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.
I am not afraid of who I am.
Everyone knows I’m nice.
I never sold the spice–
That sort of substance there can ruin lives!

Finn: Never be afraid of who you are, Poe.

Poe: Well, I do not remember asking, Finn.

Finn: “Come and get your spice!
It won’t mess up your life.”
As a pilot, you’re still flying high!
Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.

Rey: I’ll never be afraid of who I am.

Finn: I’m here to yell your name,
And much to my own shame,
I’m comic relief-slash-runaway slave!

Luke: Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.

Rey: I’ll never be afraid of who I am.

Luke: I tried to murder Ben.

Rey: Oh, no, not this again.

Ben: But in the Force, he and I are now friends.
Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.
The dark side doesn’t define who I am.
I am Grandfather’s son–

Han: That is not what I want.

Ben: I thought I killed you.
How are you not dead?

Han: Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.

Rey: I’ll never be afraid of who I–Han?

Han: Don’t ruin the fun.
I was named by someone
While I was waiting in line as a kid!

Luke: I feel like my words need an explanation.
Also, the Jedi don’t need to end.
It was an accident–
The button hit my hand
Lightsabers sometimes just go really bad!

Ben: I feel like I just disagree quite strongly.
That is why your temple’s torn to shreds.
That’s why I killed my past.
The Jedi will not last.

Rey: I am not so sure that is a fact.
Never be afraid of who you are, Ben.
You’re so important to who I am.
If you would take my hand,
Then maybe there’s a chance
For at least like five seconds of romance!

Leia: Never be afraid of who you are, Ben.

Ben: Please, just stop it–you don’t understand.

Leia: I will locate your light
And even win this fight
As far as I’m concerned I’m still alive.
I even found you a pleasant girlfriend.
We give each other a lot of hugs.

Ben: Don’t make this about love–
We had only one hug.

Poe: Alright! I admit that I sold some drugs!

Rey: I feel like that last part was quite random.
I imagine it was quickly writ.
Why bother understanding
This unwashed, angry fandom?
All they say now is Star Wars is–

Luke: Quit!
Please remember it’s a sacred island–
Language like that’s simply not allowed.
I think we’ve established
The falling of the Sith–
And that is what Star Wars is all about!
Never be afraid of who you are, Rey.

Rey: I am not afraid of who I am.
I am a Palpatine,
But Skywalker, it seems–
An Empress, and a Jedi, and a Queen!

And no one,
Or maybe…just a junk girl.
Lonely, and unloved, and without friends.

Ben: But that is all the past.
You’re here with us at last.
You’ve given us the hope that we now have.

Rey: We are not afraid of who we are, Ben.

Ben: You helped me to see just who I am.

Rey: And you helped me, as well.

Ben: Yes, even when I fell.

Rey: But you rose up again
And all is swell.

Ben: Yes, we rose up again–

Rey: And all–

Ben: Is–

Rey: Swell.

Rose: [enters dramatically]
Never be afraid of who you a–

[Everyone pauses to look at Rose.]

Rose: J.J.!!!

Commentary:

I thought I’d go for something a bit light-hearted, and this idea for a Star Wars musical number popped into my head in the shower yesterday. I just went with it for as long as I could. Hopefully it’s not taken too seriously, as it’s all meant in good fun. I wanted to do something that honored the story of Episode IX and also took enough playful jabs at its faults, as well. I like all the movies, and I definitely don’t hate The Rise of Skywalker or anything. I’ve watched it five times and will hopefully get to watch it five hundred times more, because it’s Star Wars. Well, hopefully it was fun for someone. Until next time.

These Frozen Moments

Love me, softly
In twilight, the
Sound of us talking
In my time
I thought I knew you
It’s so nice
When the truth fools you
And turns life around
In silence so loud

I cherish
These frozen moments
I’m there with
These frozen moments
I care in
These frozen moments
With you

Your light here, beside me
Like morning,
You shine here, so brightly
You’re more than
The others imagine
Before so much
Of us was tragic
A war to the end
Love won it again

I cherish
These frozen moments
I’m there with
These frozen moments
I care in
These frozen moments
With you

And you finally
See me
At last you
Believe me
Confessing
And leaving
Then blessings
Relieve me
And all that
Was gone is
Regaining of losses
So glad to
Have fought for
What no one
Had thought could be true:
It’s my love for you

I cherish
These frozen moments
I’m there with
These frozen moments
I care in
These frozen moments
With you

Commentary:

It’s been forever since I’ve written anything of this sort. I just wanted to wait for it to find me. I know these are difficult times for many, but I am thankful to have been spared much of the worst so far. Thankful most of all for the people closest to me, and this song is devoted to the one person I’ve shared most of the last year (and decade) with. Time is our most precious gift, and I hope to have enough to see all of her dreams come true.

So much has changed, and though this era is beyond description, I hope that light and love will guide us to good places. I wish all of those who read this the best, and hope you are all enduring and staying safe.

Blink Twice

I’m feeling trapped
Like a captive
Stuck at home
In a room and I can’t live
Feel alone in a
Crowded room
And there’s a place
To be candid
About the love that I have
But I can’t give
And yet I’m
Going crazy to
And going crazy, too

I blink twice
‘Cause I need help
I can’t say it to you
So can you come here
And rescue me
And I’ll cling to you desperately
I blink twice
I blink twice
For my real life
‘Cause I feel like

My hair is long
And it is unkempt
It’s been awhile
Since I really slept
There’s no one next to me
On twenty-year-old sheets
And it was wrong
The way you left
And then you gave me
A silence spell–
I shouldn’t say these things
What if she’s listening?

I blink twice
‘Cause I need help
I can’t say it to you
So can you come here
And rescue me
And I’ll cling to you desperately
I blink twice
I blink twice
For my real life
‘Cause I feel like

Somebody knows me
The door is closing
And what I’m hoping
Is when you stole me
It was only
Because you’re lonely

And not just that
You’re really so bad
That you would play act
Just to get a paycheck
You didn’t know me
So why control me?

I want to break free
So that’s why lately

I blink twice
‘Cause I need help
I can’t say it to you
So can you come here
And rescue me
And I’ll cling to you desperately
I blink twice
I blink twice
For my real life
‘Cause I feel like
I don’t belong to you

Commentary:

It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. I messed up and didn’t keep enough money around to keep the ads off the blog, and I’m sorry about that, because it really makes the site hard to peruse sometimes. Hopefully I can deal with that, but not anytime soon. (It’s almost tempting to ask for a small donation to keep the ads off, but I’m just not that kind of person. Besides, does anyone really think this is worth paying for? I don’t exactly have music producers knocking down my door for songs. Y’all would tell me if you heard this on the radio, though, right? Right?? A brother has bills to pay, too, you know. Then don’t post it on the Internet, someone might very well steal it! Come on!)

Anyway, my situation in life has changed because of some unexpected events. I’ve had to spend a lot of time stuck in a difficult and increasingly stressful circumstance, and this song is somewhat about that, somewhat not.

I took the metaphor of being held captive and wanted to convey the sense of wanting to be freed, but not necessarily from the relationship (that I’m not supposed to talk about here)–hence the lines “I can’t say it to you/So can you come here and rescue me”. There’s a bit of playing on the idea of actually coming to love your captor, as well, in that. There’s also some playing with the concept of not being able to talk about my relationship online for fear of upsetting her, especially with the lines “And then you gave me a silence spell–/I shouldn’t say these things/What if she’s listening?”

There’s more I wish I could say, as it’s been awhile since I took time to write about my feelings. I’ve been busy, stressed, or tired and wanting to tune out and disconnect from my feelings. I’m sure I was close to an anxiety attack last night. I was in therapy and had to quit going, so a lot of feelings have gotten bottled up again. It’s been a time of great uncertainty. I don’t know if anyone’s even reading this, but I wish I could tell you. Yes, of course, tell all the total strangers.

Alright, I’ve said enough. Thanks for reading.

Make You Happy

I know you like a challenge
You make my heart race like a stallion
I would wear all your medallions
Make your arguments invalid
‘Cause I know you like the wild ones
I’ll make you forget all about them
Show you all the different styles of
Every little bit that I love

Baby I can make you happy
Give it to you most exactly
Baby I can make you happy
Show you everything you’re lacking

I know you may not believe me
And I know you don’t need me
I’ll have you begging, pleading
For me to stay when I am leaving
Even if I’m going down the block
Have you desperately ’round the clock
Wanting everything that I have got
Got you going so it never stops

Baby I can make you happy
Give it to you most exactly
Baby I can make you happy
Show you everything you’re lacking

Baby I know that you’re not used to
Good things happening
Why can’t you see everything you do
Leads you back to me?
And if you would let your heart be open
And speak of the thing we’ve left unspoken
Real love
It’s what we dream of

Baby I can make you happy
(Baby I can make you happy)
Give it to you most exactly
(If you would only have me)
Baby I can make you happy
(I know that love is everlasting)
Show you everything you’re lacking
(Baby don’t act like it’s a bad thing)
Baby I can make you happy
Like a dream that’s really happening
Baby I can make you happy
If only you’re willing to have me

Commentary:

This song actually was an attempt at a cleaner version of a very different song I had in mind. I won’t get into what the lyrics would have been for that alternate song, but I like this one. It’s risen to the top of the charts in my imagination. Thanks for reading.

I Don’t Appreciate It

Everyone dropping
Albums at the last second
And I don’t appreciate it
I don’t appreciate it
Everyone wants to be
The next legend
And I don’t appreciate it
I don’t appreciate it

Smoke filled rooms
That I can’t even relate to
Dancing moons
That I can’t put a shape to
Its crescendo,
Is it like a heavenly opening?
And anything goes
As long as it’s down below me

I’m on the wrong side of a scarlet letter
And I don’t appreciate it
No, I don’t appreciate it
But I can’t talk about [redacted matters]
Well, I don’t appreciate it
I don’t appreciate it

No, no
I can’t go down like that
I fall
Face first through my bed
It’s 12 a.m.
Someone’s screaming ’bout a YouTube video
The latest thing
That maybe I don’t need to know
Then it’s 10 before sunrise
Now I really have to go
And the alarm is on
So really no more chance to snore

They’re always
Picking up the sharpest cheddar
And I don’t appreciate it
No, I don’t appreciate it
I tossed a chair that was reclining better
Because it depreciated
But I don’t appreciate it

And not everything is California
Talk about what we weren’t even born for
And when the Exit sign’s right above you
You realize no one ever really loves you
And it’s so hard
Happens so often
And y’all thinking that we’ve all forgotten
We can’t, y’all
We’ve been cancelled

I’m out here
Trying to get my act together
So I don’t appreciate it
I don’t appreciate it
‘Cause I know
Nothing here can last forever
If I don’t appreciate it
Who else will appreciate it?

For those of you
Who think I failed the mission
I don’t appreciate it
I’m unappreciated
I’m just here
Trying to do something different
So I don’t appreciate it
I don’t appreciate it
At all

Commentary:

This one was sort of random, and is intended to be a little bit funny, as well. I found myself a little inspired by Lana Del Rey, because it’s sort of…in some weird places in my head. Even so, I think it also ventures into melancholy and some depth, albeit temporarily. I’m just happy to have written another song recently, as it had been a dry spell for awhile. I was hoping for inspiration that wasn’t from my [redacted, Harm to Ongoing Matter]. That said, it’s good to know there’s something in there that isn’t driven by romance or depression.

I’ve been neglecting my work on the novel I want to write, but perhaps I’ll post an excerpt from that next time, just to see if it gets any attention. Because I’m desperate for attention, after all. Soooo desperate to find out that someone on this planet likes something I wrote. As Nick Fury once said, “You have made me very desperate.” Alright, too much. I’m being silly now. Until next time.

Fire and Ice

We’re like
Fire and ice
With that look in your eyes
I am melting inside
And yet
Burning so bright
With that look in your eyes
I get chills of desire
We’re like fire and ice

Why don’t you just
Listen to me, listen to me
If we get close together, then
We will be warm
Both our bodies
Glistening and barely breathing
So hot and humid before the storm

Baby, I’m cold inside
Trapped beneath an avalanche
Of arctic ice
And I’ve been told this lie
So many times I’ve often had
The coldest nights
I’m giving you the cold shoulder
I’m not so easy to fool–
I’m older
You think our love will snowball
But beneath it all
It’s only a boulder

We’re like
Fire and ice
With that look in your eyes
I am melting inside
And yet
Burning so bright
With that look in your eyes
I get chills of desire
We’re like fire and ice

Well, I won’t beg
You’ve got me pegged
But I can’t turn it down because of
What you’ve said
The heat only rises
And you realize this
I can see the way you’re melting
Deep in your eyes and
I feel the burn
As your shoulder turns
In slow motion
I can prove to you my devotion
I’d hold you tight
Like the moon does the ocean

You’ve broken the ice
But many a life
Has been taken from
Being so mistaken
I won’t let your eyes
Try to hypnotize me
The cold won’t let it end
The way you fantasized
‘Cause I think your warming
Is really a warning
So I’ll freeze
And chill until it makes you leave

We’re like
Fire and ice
With that look in your eyes
I am melting inside
And yet
Burning so bright
With that look in your eyes
I get chills of desire
We’re like fire and ice

We can’t be
In spite of how you look at me
And even a burn can freeze
You’ve got hold of me
What can I do to quench this and be free?

We’re like
Fire and ice
With that look in your eyes
I am melting inside
And yet
Burning so bright
With that look in your eyes
I get chills of desire
We’re like fire and ice
Fire and ice
Fire
And
Ice

Commentary:

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything. I’ve cleaned up things a bit, as I’m trying to avoid discussing anything too personal on the blog. I won’t go into the rationale behind that, save to say that it wasn’t the best judgment on my part. Odds are I’ve missed something, as I’ve not been as devoted to this blog as I wish I was.

Anyway, this is an idea for a song I’ve had in my head for a few days, and I finally found time to write something up. It’s a little sensual, but also ends unresolved. I tend to think that uh, Mr. Fire here did not fare so well, as he came on a little strong. But as my last song said, that’s just my opinion, man.
Just a personal point of view. Like a heart or a soul, it is something that’s unique to me, too. Thanks for reading.