Wounded Hearts

Wounded hearts pain left on the floor
Open the windows, open the doors
I need to fly away and feel the sun on me
You standing on the hill if only you could see

You left me broken and alone
Had you not told me, I would have never known
My world spins out of control looking for you
I would follow you down into the depth of my dreams
Only to awake to a cold winter day, all painted gray
This life we lead was only a part of a bigger scheme

You left me for reasons unknown
Waiting for time to pass, I stood by the phone
You never called, I cried to leave this the doom
I turn around and I moved on to another room
How can we pretend it never happened
That movie played a thousands times, broken and afraid

Well no more, no more tears, no more wounds
We were all broken, it's time to mend the pieces
Open the windows, open the doors and set us free
Open the windows, open the doors and let our souls be
Wounded hearts no longer, nothing to leave on the floor

Open the windows, open the doors and set us free

LAL 2/1/16 © 

13th Street

Do you remember when we were young
Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

I remember your face as we sat in the diner
Drinking coffee and you look moon struck
We were the stars of our movie, playing the parts
We promised never to let go, tied by star light
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Sitting in Westwood Park beneath the swaying pines
I took pictures of you in my mind, I would never be alone
It was just like a play without a script, words unspoken
It was just a free fall; it was like rushing streams
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Laying on the grass on the Union lawn, soaking up the sun
Daydreaming of the life we could have, not looking back
Drifting off in the aroma of you, we are safe, and life was fun
I memorize your laughter to brighten up my darkest days
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Midnight runs down 13th street, streetlights shimmering
Holding hands, telling secrets, listening to the tires roll

Here we are now, cruising down our twilight lanes
Laughing, running wild in our hearts, we are braver now
We are stronger, still tied yet far apart but no matter
The rain was chilling but our souls were hot and warmed us
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Cruising downtown under the 13th street lights
We were running wild, laughing into the wind
Listening to the radio belting out our tunes
We were rebels, we were young, we were free

Yes, we were rebels, we were young, we were free
We were reckless, we were fearless when we were young
Rebels to the world, living for the moment, racing the wind
Memories of when we were young and free
We were rebels, we were young, we were free
Under the lights of 13th street




LAL 12/24/2015

© LAL 2016

Ancient History

By request it is time to post another musing.

ANCIENT HISTORY

         Ancient history you and I

Destined to repeat ourselves

Old mistakes return to haunt us

No mystery to follow.

         A long time ago you told me your secrets

I never told you mine

You whispered into my heart

And stole my soul  

No future history will we make

No time to mend the yesterday

You call me now with aged words

I continue to fall over again

As if yesterday were today

Only you leave me in the mist of memories

The past has returned to destroy us

I should have never remembered

          And you should have never told me

Now I go into the shadows of the night.

          No future history will we make

No time to mend the yesterday

You are left with brittle memories

Alone in a past returned

Only an illusion of what could have been

Listening for a voice never to be heard.

Standing in the doorway

A breeze whispered your name

My heart ached for you

Knowing that you would never come again.

          No future history will we make

No time to mend the yesterday

Ancient history you and I

A passion lost

Gently we fade away

Leaving our memory in the wind.                 

 ©LAL

© LAL 2016

Live or float?

     Life came easily. She was like the Mississippi, long, deep, still and powerful. On the surface, she lived life with carefree abandon, yet like the river; she either rolled around the obstacle or rushed over it. She wasn’t a truly lost soul but one without direction. It really was never hard, only inconvenient. Looking out, she often pondered what would become of her in the surreal life she created. But she knew it wasn’t truly surreal, she was just lost or too lazy to change it. She resisted the change that was inevitable. She either chose to ignore it or charged it like a ram. She preferred to ignore it.

     Like time, change is a continuum always moving forward. Change may be slowed or halted for a while but like time it will move on. Change may take eons or as quickly as a blink of an eye to happen but it will continue to evolve. She hated change, especially when she could not control change. It interfered with her pattern in life, unbalanced her sense of being. The only good change was the one she created; the one she could mold and control. She liked control. She like the freedom it brought. The juxtaposition to her control is that it controlled her, boxed her in and she became stagnant. She ignored it. She floated on her inner tube down the spring run in life.

     The South, the summers are hot, humid and sweltering. Reality to her was like the hot southern days of summer, too much heat. Being grown up was work which caused too much heat. Too much heat. Cool springs and daydreaming was not work, it was the pleasure of existing. Why would anyone want to endure that heat? She pondered. She floated. She daydreamed. She was lost.

     She had a choice. Live or float? Daydream or steer her destiny? Change was upon her and it was hers to control. Was she like the Mississippi and had the power to endure the heat. Would she choose to fortify herself for the endeavors of life? Floating down the spring run only moves in one direction, was this the only direction she wanted? She pondered. 

And then she awoke.

This is a piece I have putzing with for awhile and decided to throw it out there. The point is to make you question and to paint a picture for you. I hope I have succeed in some way. Please leave some feedback, as it only helps me. Thanks!! 

© LAL 2016