changing roads
I met a man, a warrior
a man both strong and mean
I met a man, a soldier
a man with cunning keen
I asked where he was going
I asked where he had been
I asked when he would get there
I asked when he’d come home
I asked when war was over
I asked if he really cared
With a slow, dark smile and steel in his eye
he looked across the way
With a few short words and a long drawn sigh
he turned and walked away
The road to hell is never done
you’re always on the way
the bloody road to Empire
is never ever won
its a road not leading homeward
its a road without a soul
its a road made all of thunder
its a road that leaves a hole
and as he left he sang a song
he’d sang for a million miles
and as he walked he looked so sad
like he’d never known a smile
How do you love?
Who do you kill?
Where will this hard road lead?
What do you leave?
What do you steal?
When will you fill this need?
and I stood and I prayed as I heard him sing
that life would somehow bring
love and light and a chance to know
someone who loves him so
Yes, love and light and a chance to know
this one who loves him so
How do you love?
Who do you kill?
Where will this long road lead?
What do you leave?
What do you steal?
Will you ever fill this need?
🏹
Amy Lloyd
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🎷
Well on your way
to getting lost
between Winter
and Spring,
now is the time
to risk
being ordinary.
The Goddess?
Your breath.
Her Beloved?
The silence
between perishing
exhalations.
You are born
in the tidal caress
of yearning and grace,
here in the sweet
salty hollow
of your missing rib.
Love is not a secret.
The glow from the deep
kiss of prayer and
emptiness inside you
is my face.
Your gaze is this
same light in me.
Budless twigs
in our season of dust,
let us risk
being ordinary.
Surely we will burst
into something
unbearably beautiful.
Fred LaMotte
life: acoustic & amplified 