When
the Moon Turns Blue (Crommie)
Helicopters
overhead
Shake my
house
Make the
next-door dogs bark
But they don’t
rattle me as much
As you
make me aroused
I’ll be
waiting for you
When the
moon turns blue
Until then
I’m hunting you down
Crawling
on the ground again
‘Tis a
modest betrayal
To play
the exile
To flee
instead of
Facing the
fire
You’ll go
on trial someday
You’re
wearing your shiny new
High-heeled
shoes
But in the
final analysis
I get to
do the dirty work
Working
class boots
I’ll be
waiting for you…
Playing With the Fire (P. Parker)
Playing
with the fire
Your eyes
of ice
Focus with
greed
On death’s
device
Making the
chess moves
Risking
the pawns
Play with
fires
Of hell’s
megatons
Spinning
the big wheel
Throwing
the dice
Pulling
the handle
And
risking all life
Raising
the odds now
Backing
the bet
With lives
of the future
That
haven’t lived yet
Playing
with the fire
Your hand
on the phone
Play with
the fires
Of lives
not your own
Play with
the fire
Your eyes
of ice
Focus with
greed
On death’s
device
The
Ascent of Heavenly Bodies (Crommie)
The
distance between me and you
Can’t be
so far to travel
I must
find out
I must
find out more
There are
not any straight lines
Between me
and you
Just
circles and arcs
The
possibilities seem endless
See the
bodies moving closer
Feel the
waves of heat
That draw
the spheres
Toward
each other
Don’t hold
still, we are fragile flowers
That only
briefly bloom
Faces
awash with forgotten color
The ascent
of heavenly bodies
We are
worlds in collision
Holding
hands palm to palm
Breaking
hold and spiraling back
To back to
back to back we face away
Running
for cover I face forward
The sky is
moving, sweeping me along
The moment
is current
The
current is taking me
The pull
is strong
Dissatisfied (Crommie)
They go so
fast
Yet move
too slow
They never
really last
Till the
end of the show
Just when
it seems
Things are
on an even keel
A hole in
the road
Makes the
broken wheel
Dissatisfied
It’s all
so large
That I
seem too small
How far
will I dig
Before I’m
through the wall
Dragged
along the current
The
swollen current racing
Unable to
kick my feet to
Slow
acceleration
Dissatisfied
Deep
inside – dissatisfied
Cannot
send, cannot receive
Too
bright, too cold, too hot
Too loud
Deep
inside – dissatisfied
Cannot
send, cannot receive
Music
in the Night (Crommie)
In the
back of my mind
On the tip
of my tongue
I hear music
in the night
Music in
the night
You are
the answer
That I
will never question
For my
secret obsession
Never
question again
I am hot
on the heels
Summer
crickets in the field
I hear
music in the night
Music in
the night
Wearing of
my charms
Catch your
passion in my arms
For my
sacred obsession
Catch your
passion again
We’ll walk
the road
With
shadows growing longer
Absence
and distance
Making
hearts grow stronger…
Dance
Into the Light (P. Parker)
Touched
again by time
The dust
slowly stirs
And raises
from the dark
To light
To dance
again
Dance into
the light
Embracing
life
And live
your day
Ashes
settle
Down upon
the earth
To fallow
lie
To wait
for life
To call to
life
That which
did die
Dance into
the light…
Heaven
is the Real World
(Crommie)
She’s
underwater
And her
eyes are still open
When she
talks she is
Outside
the realm of dreams
She’s
running fast now
And the
wind cannot catch up
She walks
like she just
Stepped
off the ballroom floor
Bathed in
color
Beneath
starlight
Heaven is
the real world
She
doesn’t have a thing to say
Never
stops to say a word
Sleeps in
the pouring rain
All
covered in roses of red
Creeps on
her hands and knees
Flies
through the moonlight
With her
ear to the ground
Heaven is
the real world
Building
a Fire (Crommie)
Nervous
laughter
Muffled
screams
It’s been
lonely here
In my
waking dream
Daybreak
and heartbreak
Has
shattered my hopes
Something
tiny tells me
At the end
of my rope
Building a
fire
Questions,
arguments
Written on
walls
I have a
pain in my neck
Needle
stuck in your doll
Everybody’s
talking about
Building
the fire
No one is
listening
Self-imposed
exile
Building a
fire
Force
the Door (Crommie)
Force the
door open
Prying
with the fingers
Wedged
between cracks
Start to
move slowly
Put my
foot through
Something
holding on
Hands
begin to slip
Never
giving up
Put my leg
through
Chin
against the lock
Pushing
very hard
Someone
shouting “NO!”
Pop my
head through
Take a
look around
Can’t
understand
Why they
do this to me
Don’t they
know that
I was
meant to go
Try my
luck again
Bolted it
shut
Threw the
key away
Using my
fist
Knocking
politely
Footsteps
approach
Part way
open
Rattling
the chain
Eyes
peeping past
Ask
identification
Can’t
remember my name
Mumble a
prayer
Catching
my breath
Shouting
aloud
Can’t
understand…
Still
Standing (Crommie)
I know
what’s good for me
If I’m
good for you
Go ahead
and twist my arm
I’ll give
you a clue
Cut the
strings
And I’m
still standing
Next to
you
Can’t
erase mistakes
Only mend
the wound
It comes
back around
Lessons
learned from truth
Cut the
strings
And I’m
still standing
Next to
you
The first
exposure
I offered
no resistence
Each taste
is the essence
I was born
to live with
Cut the
strings…
Place
to Hide (Crommie)
Air is
getting heavy
I can
hardly breathe
Distant
drums are beating
Birds fall
from the trees
I need
somewhere to hide
Promise
not to tell
Need
somewhere to hide
There’s no
place like hell
Meet me at
midnight
Just
outside of town
Where oil
fields burn
And dogs
run wild
In
electrical storms
In
industrial parks
Psycological
reasons
Psychological
reasons
I need
somewhere to hide
Promise
not to tell
Somewhere
to hide
There’s no
place like hell
Say
What You Mean (Crommie)
I’m trying
hard to enjoy the pain
Say what
you mean what you say
Disregard
the cause – crucify effect
Say what
you mean what you say
Something
went wrong, but I’ll pay the price
Say what
you mean what you say
There’s no
competition for affection here
Say what
you mean what you say
Love your
intimidating charm
Flash on
red eyes
Say you
won’t do any harm
Overwhelm
me real nice
Grab me by
the neck
Twist my
naïve arm
Make me
love the act
Even if
it’s luke warm
Your face
turns to lizard
Mine’s
gorilla or snake
No more
subtlety this time out
Not a hair
out of place
I imagine
my photo
Right next
to your dart board
But I just
can’t wait for patience
Guess I’ll
just lose the race
Man
of the Hour (Crommie)
Give me
something simple
I can
understand
No more
beating around the bush
This time
I’m giving it to you straight
The man of
the hour
It’s a job
of danger and intrigue
Take cheap
shots at others
In the
league
Someday
the tide will turn
Turn the
other way
Then what
condescension
Will you
relay
Champion
of mediocrity
The Man of
the hour
Behind the
scenes there’s another story
Twisted
words that turn the sweet to sour
The man of
the hour
You have
such a picture-perfect
Reputation
Built on
the collapsing scaffolds
Of
deception
The man of
the hour
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