Paint Me On Black Velvet
The rules are etched in black and white,
While life is lived in the gray.
Heaven’s poets surrender to a mute,
Words he will never say.
God’s laws are not by democracy,
Although a prayer might be a vote.
But I come to God in all honesty,
I covet lines I wish I wrote.
To a bird who will never fly,
Why give it a perfect wing?
Why give the song of a wren,
To a bird that will never sing?
Go back in time for the perfect line,
Then – “to thine own self be true”.
Words of regret are hard to forget,
But easy to misconstrue.
I come and go as I please,
But no-one else gets in.
I’m breaking rocks of paper,
Imprisoned in a writer’s pen.
So paint me on black velvet.
Sell me beside the road,
With Jesus, Elvis, and Willie,
Somewhere between a prince and a toad.
Paint silver beads of sweat on my brow.
Put silver tears upon my cheek.
Flood me with words of wisdom,
That this fool will never speak.
VENTURA - Lucinda Williams
"I wanna watch the ocean bend
the edges of the sun then
I wanna get swallowed up in
An ocean of love"
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