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THE REAL JOKE

THE REAL JOKE

I tried to tell you—the grass is always greener
There is no other side—you can’t be an in-betweener
Scrub away the markings it won’t get any cleaner
So keep sitting there like you’ve been hit with a beaner
No we’re not impressed by much
You think we’re out of touch
But the real joke—is—on—you
Even we haven’t heard it all
Waiting for the other shoe to fall
But there’s nothing—left—to—do……

I tried to give you—a leg-up on tomorrow
Show you the bright side so you could swat away the sorrow
That was the take away so you don’t have to beg steal or bowwor
No we’re not impressed by much
You think you have the midas touch
But the real joke—is—on—you
The winds that fills your sails
Will leave you stranded when it fails
Gonna leave you holding that—other—shoe…..

I tried to be there—so you’d have something to lean on
I didn’t understand—why you were already gone

© 8/27/15 Ian Shires

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BEING LOST

BEING LOST

Being lost as I am and have been
I’ve learned to accept the impossible-as truth
Reality bends ‘round the things I have seen
Things I’ve done through eyes of others-spent youth
     Dreaming the dreams I now try to achieve
     Speaking the words I want you to believe
     Being lost as I am and have been

Being lost I’ve seen the unbeaten path
Miracles that somehow must happen-in time
Challenging fate you will first feel it’s wrath
Tries to scare you away then shows-the sign
     Dreaming the dreams they swirl in a cloud
     No one will believe them till you say them out loud
     There’s a good chance they’ll think you’re crazy…

The strength of the strong but destroyed ego
That says I’m humble but can’t let the dream go
Pulls me back in the cloud hear me say it out loud
Being lost as I am and have been
I know I can still make the dream come true-and soon
When reality bends ‘round the things I have seen
It will be just like I’ve walked on…the moon…
     Dreaming the dreams others dare not explore
     Finding the truth and just wanting more
     Being lost is how I am and have been
     But I love it.

© 9/8/97 Ian Shires

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CASTLES OUT OF SAND

CASTLES OUT OF SAND

Tempting: Another place-another time, is it really real?
In asking for the answer do you lose the way you feel
Standing by the sea-side as the sun sinks slowly down
Senses swirling-you are lost in the sight and sound
                 No one sees the pain behind your eyes
                 You build your castles out of sand
                 Piece by piece and by your hands
                 Just to watch it crumble at your feet

Thinking: Another word-another song, just to get along
In answering the question do the words all come out wrong
Standing by the way-side as the world passes slowly by
Fighting for some notion that may lead you to the “why”
                  No one sees the anger in your heart
                  You build your castles out of sand
                  Dream of conquering this land
                  Just to watch it crumble at your feet

Changing: Another dream-another dream, are they still the same
In standing silent do you refuse to play the tired game
Shuffling uneasy side-to-side as the time draws near
Wondering as the stars come out is the tension really fear
                 No one sees the person you could be
                 You build your castles out of sand
                 Piece by piece and by your hands
                 Do you have the strength to walk away

 

(c) By Ian Shires 2/10/90

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