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Christina Baldwin
Talking in circles,
Deflecting the blame,
Drifting semantics
Wash meaning away.
Spiraling logic,
The company line
Of long distance runners,
Stands frozen in time.
The pain of the journey,
From reason to doubt,
The bar lines and charts,
Form a treasonous shout.
But eyes in the street
Fade from fiery to gray,
Contemptuous glances,
At swollen decay.
Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen
Some paid with their dignity,
Some with their lives,
For company dinners,
And new trophy wives.
Elected officials gleam
Smiles through the smoke,
The future once promised,
Now only a joke.
Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen
This thing we created
Looms out of control,
As cold vacuum rhetoric,
Devours the soul.
As glossy and cheap
As the products we sell,
We hide in our bunkers,
Secure in our shell.
Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen
Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.
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Christina Baldwin
I want to know what the crows know
A hundred dark birds intertwined
Linked in mysterious purpose
a singular thought as one mind
Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken
l want to see what the crow sees
to gaze from the sky without wonder
A master to every horizon
A world made of flight and of plunder
Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken
I want to hear what the crow hears
In shrill pleading call and response
Are they cloaked sounds of
Hope or aggression
Or echoes of meaning we've lost
Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken
Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.
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Christina Baldwin
A palpable anguish arrives.
A movable force contrived.
A fallible plan devised.
An altered life realized.
This moment does intrude.
These words do abuse.
A lamented course ensues.
The description does abuse.
The brilliant hue,
A luminous view,
The radiant glow,
Ever Indigo.
No revision is conceived.
No offers of reprieve.
Predictions will deceive.
Remedies will achieve.
The argument will ensue,
Presenting an altered view.
Speaking firm and clear,
One day we all arrive here.
Love vowing to endure.
The covenant is ensured.
A lifetime void of regret.
This moment will not forfeit.
The morning casts vivid hues.
Each vision a memory saved.
Each motion ever engraved.
A portrait never forsakes.
Lyrics by Christina Baldwin and
music by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.
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