2005-04-11 - 8:05 p.m.
I've got to learn to speak from the heart.
Less ploy, more admission.
Memorize a couple of lines to speak for me.
because as it stands now the tables could be turned
and I would stand at the microphone speechless
nothing to add except for cultivated secrets
none of which have ever rung true
nor do I expect them to
unless I start working harder.
Less rhythm, more melody
strain to see the shapes shifting in front of me
Such a haven of potential failure
well give it all a name
and hope it speaks the truth to you
someday the many quiet pointed weathervanes may choose
to include you
what will you say that day.
Commit this to mind
you're running out of time.
The wind blown sour electric shocks
from a neighbors window
and you just sit there dreaming of burrowing
into someone else's lampshade.
Those who hide find no result to reap
nothing to seek but more silence
Grow a heart that longs to speak, he said.
And then I will be listening, and then I will be listening for you.
And then I will, and then I will be listening.
