The Space Between The Two Extremes
HERE I stand,
Taken to heart,
Convicted in part of a by a shot in the dark (!),
Awaiting the fall,
The letter, a call
(for action ) .
ALL that I touch,
Yeah, all that I feel,
Too good to be true,
And yet, too bad to be real.
Today disenchanted .
JESUS D. Bates . . . A decision to wait,
A little too often ... A little too late (!)
A broken Commandment,
And the taste of abandon
And action .
WHEN there's too much to offer,
When there's nothing to Gain,
You can sing it with passion, or, a friend in the rain,
When you're writing the rules,
Yet loosing to fools .
ON a blanket of lust,
( In a bed of thorns, )
The romance we shared became the language of, porn,
It's hard to belong when your too far gone .
HERE we stand before the gates, daring a God committed to Fate.
( While the wheel in the sky falls to the wayside.)
AND the space between the two extremes closes in .
And the space in-between the two extremes,
Is closing in .
ALL the questions unanswered ...
The Questions Unasked!
With a glimpse of the future, yet a dream of the past,
With Heavenly Action and Fatal Attraction,
From a taste of seduction and atomic destruction,
To face of the crowd when the music's too loud,
A permanent thing.
A reason I sing,
This song for you . . . . .
© 2013. Three Doves Media, LLC.
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