Run Away While I Hide
Don't you know what it's like
To be alone and miserable
The torment of being withdrawn and shy
Go ahead and dress yourself up if you want to
Go dress yourself up in your pride
It is only another way to escape
So you can run away
While I hide
Some call it a form of disease
But really it is just a mask
Carved from a piece of our past
An escape that really does not last
Someone did some damage
Not so long ago
Bruised us from the inside
The dressing is not really something you are proud of
And it is not a true confidence
Or a way to fly
So go ahead and dress yourself up if you want to
You run away
While I hide
I was not always shy
And you were not always this pride
What we became
Is what happened to us
Wounds that refused to heal
It was not right
Events without remedy
It seems so long ago now
Yet still within this night
In my love for you
I withdrew the appeal
So that you could run away
While I hide
Now I'm screaming inside
Because you are gone
And I can't tell you
All I wanted to say
But I know a secret
The place you now reside
Is warm and peaceful
A place where remedies are found
Where love lives and grows
And when my time comes
I'll see you again
And I'll not run away
From where you hide
You know I blocked out
What he did
Events which caused our lives to shift
And although I hid to myself
What really caused the rift
My heart became softened
And my ears were given a gift
Now I don't block things out
I hear that soft voice well
A love that lasts forever
I know that you can tell
I'll tell the others what I know
And where it is you are
That forever place
You've gone to
Where time does not end
And all wounds heal
Some where among the stars
Where everything gets fixed
And where no one cries
And all forgiveness is sealed
You have yet another family now
And you have a new kind of pride
And the day will come
When we'll all be one
So we'll see each other yet again
And in the meantime
I'll run to that soft, warm voice often
And try and learn not to hide
March 9, 07
Dedicated to my sister Christine Bearchell
August 16, 1953 - February 18, 2007
...'till we meet again...
Sorrow Needs a Vine
The morning sun
Bursts through a veil of clouds
Stealing shade
From the slighted venetian
Instilling intrusive warmth
As she stumbles out of bed
With a mourners gaze
As though blind
Groping for a path
With heart rendering sadness
Yearning for the night
Spliced, piercing cries of madness
Tottering amidst the precious mind's unseen plight
While a soft voice utters peaceful whispers
To the endearing fragile soul
A world of confusion and pain unfolds
And embraces each new day
With a dire need for peace and love and rescue
And distant cries
That struggle to be heard
From within the deep, elusive, inner turmoil
And unceasing endless internal strife
Beholding peaceful tomorrows
While yearning for new perspectives
And love that will dwell
Yet sorrows live this day
Bleeding, needing a vine
The vine exists
Vibrant, interwoven
Around a fated cross
Stained with uncompromising bruises
While sunbeams stream through
Abiding precious love
That brings healing
Where innocence had fled
Shadows demonstrate
Omniscient dreams
And a best friend
Who Brings powerful illumination
And radiant hope
Imparting all lost love
Beyond all impossible dreams
He has always been near
The door of her heart
Outstretched arms of love
Yet she didn't comprehend
Knocking, patiently
Sending love notes to her ears
Beseeching her to listen
And yearning for her to hear
Waiting and guiding her path
Toward the vine
Where burdens of sorrows are laid
At the base of a fated cross
To grasp once more
The warm glowing feeling
Through a sunbeam's touch
To flush a shattered reality
And live again in hope
With love, with peace
June 19, 2003
The Candle
The flame burns still
Slow and short
Above the window sill
Observing autumn dusk
Through the weathered frame
Adding life to grey
Constricted
In it's fragile concave shell
Set upon the pane
The molded taper
Will burn out one day
For good
It's half-way there
It has no choice
But to go all the way
This time
So often desiring
The lonely breeze
To join the storm
And toss it to the wind
The caretaker
Trims the wick, gently
And shuts the window tight
Yet leaves the shade wide open
So that the flickering flame
Is able to burn bright
As it creates shadows
Which waver among
It's own nakedness
Forming curled droplets
A life half lived
Or half-way still to go
May 27, 2000
The Prophet and the Righteous Man
There once was a prophet
And a righteous man
They met one day in a garbage can
A place we know as society's net
A deceptive theology upon mother earth
Sought the righteous man, full of mirth
The prophet said how can this be
I love you so wholeheartedly
She knew because of fading youth
That what he'd say would be the truth
The righteous man said, then we must part
He went away and broke her heart
The prophet had a righteous birth
Inside herself, upon the earth
So much has changed, so much is learned
But emptiness is all she earned
Not from God, but from that man
Upon society's plight, he had to plan
What can we do, but the best we can
The days are short and the nights are cold
She finds herself growing old
Her time moved too quick upon this earth
In lengthy paths without that mirth
Heaven's not so far away
Still sadness lingers while we stay
When life lets go of you and I
I'll see you there, in the golden sky
November 13, 1999
Don't you know what it's like
To be alone and miserable
The torment of being withdrawn and shy
Go ahead and dress yourself up if you want to
Go dress yourself up in your pride
It is only another way to escape
So you can run away
While I hide
Some call it a form of disease
But really it is just a mask
Carved from a piece of our past
An escape that really does not last
Someone did some damage
Not so long ago
Bruised us from the inside
The dressing is not really something you are proud of
And it is not a true confidence
Or a way to fly
So go ahead and dress yourself up if you want to
You run away
While I hide
I was not always shy
And you were not always this pride
What we became
Is what happened to us
Wounds that refused to heal
It was not right
Events without remedy
It seems so long ago now
Yet still within this night
In my love for you
I withdrew the appeal
So that you could run away
While I hide
Now I'm screaming inside
Because you are gone
And I can't tell you
All I wanted to say
But I know a secret
The place you now reside
Is warm and peaceful
A place where remedies are found
Where love lives and grows
And when my time comes
I'll see you again
And I'll not run away
From where you hide
You know I blocked out
What he did
Events which caused our lives to shift
And although I hid to myself
What really caused the rift
My heart became softened
And my ears were given a gift
Now I don't block things out
I hear that soft voice well
A love that lasts forever
I know that you can tell
I'll tell the others what I know
And where it is you are
That forever place
You've gone to
Where time does not end
And all wounds heal
Some where among the stars
Where everything gets fixed
And where no one cries
And all forgiveness is sealed
You have yet another family now
And you have a new kind of pride
And the day will come
When we'll all be one
So we'll see each other yet again
And in the meantime
I'll run to that soft, warm voice often
And try and learn not to hide
March 9, 07
Dedicated to my sister Christine Bearchell
August 16, 1953 - February 18, 2007
...'till we meet again...
Sorrow Needs a Vine
The morning sun
Bursts through a veil of clouds
Stealing shade
From the slighted venetian
Instilling intrusive warmth
As she stumbles out of bed
With a mourners gaze
As though blind
Groping for a path
With heart rendering sadness
Yearning for the night
Spliced, piercing cries of madness
Tottering amidst the precious mind's unseen plight
While a soft voice utters peaceful whispers
To the endearing fragile soul
A world of confusion and pain unfolds
And embraces each new day
With a dire need for peace and love and rescue
And distant cries
That struggle to be heard
From within the deep, elusive, inner turmoil
And unceasing endless internal strife
Beholding peaceful tomorrows
While yearning for new perspectives
And love that will dwell
Yet sorrows live this day
Bleeding, needing a vine
The vine exists
Vibrant, interwoven
Around a fated cross
Stained with uncompromising bruises
While sunbeams stream through
Abiding precious love
That brings healing
Where innocence had fled
Shadows demonstrate
Omniscient dreams
And a best friend
Who Brings powerful illumination
And radiant hope
Imparting all lost love
Beyond all impossible dreams
He has always been near
The door of her heart
Outstretched arms of love
Yet she didn't comprehend
Knocking, patiently
Sending love notes to her ears
Beseeching her to listen
And yearning for her to hear
Waiting and guiding her path
Toward the vine
Where burdens of sorrows are laid
At the base of a fated cross
To grasp once more
The warm glowing feeling
Through a sunbeam's touch
To flush a shattered reality
And live again in hope
With love, with peace
June 19, 2003
The Candle
The flame burns still
Slow and short
Above the window sill
Observing autumn dusk
Through the weathered frame
Adding life to grey
Constricted
In it's fragile concave shell
Set upon the pane
The molded taper
Will burn out one day
For good
It's half-way there
It has no choice
But to go all the way
This time
So often desiring
The lonely breeze
To join the storm
And toss it to the wind
The caretaker
Trims the wick, gently
And shuts the window tight
Yet leaves the shade wide open
So that the flickering flame
Is able to burn bright
As it creates shadows
Which waver among
It's own nakedness
Forming curled droplets
A life half lived
Or half-way still to go
May 27, 2000
The Prophet and the Righteous Man
There once was a prophet
And a righteous man
They met one day in a garbage can
A place we know as society's net
A deceptive theology upon mother earth
Sought the righteous man, full of mirth
The prophet said how can this be
I love you so wholeheartedly
She knew because of fading youth
That what he'd say would be the truth
The righteous man said, then we must part
He went away and broke her heart
The prophet had a righteous birth
Inside herself, upon the earth
So much has changed, so much is learned
But emptiness is all she earned
Not from God, but from that man
Upon society's plight, he had to plan
What can we do, but the best we can
The days are short and the nights are cold
She finds herself growing old
Her time moved too quick upon this earth
In lengthy paths without that mirth
Heaven's not so far away
Still sadness lingers while we stay
When life lets go of you and I
I'll see you there, in the golden sky
November 13, 1999
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