David Whalen

A Spring morning
A warm Breeze
doves cooing softly
Pollen dusted trees
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Do you put your cart before the horse
Do you cast pearls before swine
Do you let things run their course
Are you just in the nick of time
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It's not lyrics…but
whispers
That lie ‘neath the melody
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I want to clear this matter up some way
And at the same time make my point

That love note I sent you the other day?
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Barren fields…empty places
Mind devoid of idea and rhyme
Sterile imagination…featureless faces
Webs in memories, frozen in time
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This Year It's all about me

I'll use sleight of hand
Be all smoke and mirrors
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Your Eyes


Mirrors of the soul
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I need a bottle of answers
Or at least a flask

A richness of remedy
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Heartbreak’s just another way of cryin’

Murder’s just another word for dyin’
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Things I'd like to see

A congressman with cojones
A president with pride
A government less regulated
And no agendas to hide
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There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color
It’s as much an emotion
As it is a hue
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Spring…you tug upon my heartstrings
You’re akin to that last piece of cake
The last sip of that delicious drink…
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It was one of those
kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows
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I want to tell my family
I want to tell those who are near
Please don’t look through me
Because…I’m still here
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Do I hear the sound of Angels?
Feel the hand of Reaper Grim…
Rest upon my shoulder
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Lonely Grey Lady At McDonalds


She has hunched over shoulders, looks under the weather
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Ode To Books

My glasses lay ‘pon open book
Whilst I give my eyes a respite
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Cry...cry long and hard
for me, Then forget me as
Just a passing breeze
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Invisible Children

Their mothers can see them, but to us they’re invisible
These fate-cursed little creatures with long lashed, limpid eyes
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