Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Flashes Six

Amazed
by the stillness
of an animal

Faces in the trees
and the rocks
and the sky

Despairing
because you can’t
set the world right

Drinking
dazes
me

*

My friends—
please forgive
my foolishness

Scars of tears
on an old
man’s face

His mind—
a lumpy
diamond

A life
like riding
waves

*

One of those days
when the sky
hurts your eyes

Flute:
epitome
of music

Two men with the same face
emptying
their dead father’s house

The holy
loneliness
of self-discipline

Worlds where
monkeys roam
the streets




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Happened To Be Here

Happened to be here
When the big board went berserk
All of us panicked
The old tricks wouldn’t work

Heaven was hidden
A ceiling stopped the sky
We were all ruined
We tried to run and hide

It burst in a flash
All of us crashed
What are you worth when the world you know is smashed?

Happened to be here
When a fever hit the air
We were all shaken
From our usual despair

Something was singing
In the center of our heads
Something forgotten
Was starting up again

This is our chance
Get up and dance
This is the moment we’ve been waiting for my friends

(You are here and so are we
Secretly we see)

Happened to be here
When history was made
It was all twisted
Into a different shape

What really happened
Didn’t make the news
We carry inside us
What we know is true

Stories from them
They’re all a sham
The world to them is not the world of men




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The Whisper

I’ve got a secret
And you do too
I’m gonna keep it
Hidden from you

I can imagine
The things you do
So you can keep it
Buried in you

Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along


We’re loud and shallow
But it gets out
Leaking from somewhere
Underground

We razzle dazzle

With all our might
We drown in shadows
Alone at night

Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along

(“Man it’s just...”
“I mean it’s like...”
“My own best essence...”
“Is a whisper...”)

Our laughing faces
Crack like masks
Against a question
We won’t ask

Under the bluster
Of all we say
There’s something humming
That won’t go away

Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along




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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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