The Triolet Trail

And beyond? Raging storms of doubt,
Emotions thunder and roll across my mind,
Hurricanes causing the world to fade out,
And beyond? Raging storms of doubt,
For an escape I'm always on the scout,
But an escape I've not been able to find,
And beyond? Raging storms of doubt,
Emotions thunder and roll across my mind,

Emotions thunder and roll across my mind--
blast away my stability; leave me shaken.
You promised forever, then left me behind.
Emotions thunder and roll. Across my mind
your incautious pledges of love were lined
lies designed to never let me awaken.
Emotions thunder and roll across my mind.
Blast away my stability! Leave me shaken.

The cycle of violence repeats,
itself a visceral retort.
A mending of minds can't complete;
the cycle of violence repeats.
People poignantly compete,
beating their brains out just for sport.
The cycle of violence repeats
itself ... a visceral retort.

Itself a visceral retort,
not surprising, coming from you.
It's something you do for the sport
itself. A visceral retort,
together with sneers and a snort
an anger that tries to outdo
itself, A visceral retort?
Not surprising –coming from you.

Could of done much better even though it wasn't the easiest, oh well.

Eyes rolled back - hands cover your mouth.
Unexpected, what does this mean?
The start of something moving south?
Eyes rolled back- hands cover your mouth,
blurred lines separate you from me,
your eyes stray from mine - us, I doubt.
Eyes rolled - hands cover your mouth
Unexpected, what does this mean?

unexpected, what does this mean?
its name not known by any other,
the rose has changed, it seems;
unexpected, what does this mean?

of faded scent and leaf no longer green
picked, it morns a lover;
unexpected, what does this mean?
its name not known by any other.

its name not known by any other
the face of everyone, and none
sees in his eyes, forgotten brother
its name not known by any other

you needn't stop, you needn't bother
look away, he'll soon be gone
its name not known by any other
the face of everyone, and none

I'm sorry, I know it's a tough one.


The face of everyone--and none
with the cold glare of your hatred
could bring into focus and stun
the face of everyone. And none
high with emotions so naked
could draw upon jubilation
the face of everyone--and none
with the cold glare of your hatred.


Sorry Kie.

With the cold glare of your hatred
comes release. At the Lord's altar
I have clung to the most sacred.
With the cold glare of your hatred
I plied the knife, left you castrated.
Praise God my fingers did not falter.
With the cold glare of your hatred
comes release at the Lord's altar.

Or is the word enough to hear?
I thought not. Let my actions speak.
May your doubts soon disappear,
Or is the word enough to hear?
My intentions will be perfectly clear,
There are no more words to seek,
Or is the word enough to hear?
I thought not. Let my actions speak.

In resonant tones of your mind,
your purpose draws reinforcement--
a slap on the back, job well timed,
in resonant tones. Of your mind,
your mates say you should be enshrined,
climbing cliffs of aggrandisement
in resonant tones. Of your mind,
your purpose draws reinforcement.

Your purpose draws reinforcement,
Your raw emotions draw power,
It all goes back to your intent,
Your purpose draws reinforcement,
Take care that it isn’t a detriment,
Ill will can make your work sour,
Your purpose draws reinforcement,
Your raw emotions draw power,

Cast from plastic wrapped in false shrouds,
my black heart is hidden from sight.
Organically I schmooze the crowd,
cast from plastic; wrapped in false shrouds,
like a bomb burst high in the clouds,
I am the rainmakers delight--
cast from plastic. Wrapped in false shrouds,
my black heart is hidden from sight.

behind this schmoozer's lapping tongue
a foolish man forgets his home
a mother laments her wayward son
behind this schmoozer's lapping tongue

when winter shadows beckon rum
and nightfall finds a soul alone
behind this schmoozer's lapping tongue
a foolish man forgets his home

(This is not autobiographical.)


A foolish man forgets his home,
and sometimes wanders far astray,
but finds in every place he roams
a foolish man. Forgets his home
and all the seeds that he had sown,
then in the end all he can say,
“A foolish man forgets his home,
and, sometimes, wanders far astray.”

and, Sometimes wanders far astray,
time that's lost, like tears from a bottle,
drank to love's long past sorrows;
and, Sometimes wanders far astray
remembering a smile, your hand, a gesture,
given with eternity's promise.
and, Sometimes wanders far astray,
time that's lost, like tears from a bottle

Dripped across, frosted on paving,
ghosts of the past won't save me now.
Once it's gone, it's not worth saving,
dripped across, frosted ... On paving
the truth in death, I am craving.
Though my blood may return, somehow
dripped across, frosted on paving,
ghosts of the past won't save me now.