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