Thursday, June 22, 2017

Graveyard Bar

This is a work in progress. Check back later as well. It will end up shorter, but this is what came to me as I sat a graveyard trying to ignore a world that surrounded me in nature.

I went to the bar for just one more drink
I could have sat there but needed time to think.
So I am now at the grave yard talking to a stone.
Although it cannot hear me, I am not alone.
On my long way here, inside a crooked turn,
I thought I saw a Dove - something I can learn.
There's geraniums for Kelly - the only flowers brought
Among hundreds of stones scattered in this lot.

Chorus; I took my bar-room to the graveyard where I sit alone
Talking to the shadows beneath a strangers stone.
I took my bar-room to the graveyard and its amazing what I saw.
Who said "All the world's a stage?" It is  really true.
But it still can not fool the Heart of me and you.

 There's a white butterfly slowly flitting by
While venting anguish over my heart's need to cry.
I want to feel the peace here, but am wound up tight.
Puffing another cigarette and waiting for the Light.
Just one more stoke and yet another sip.
To stop the quiver I feel inside my tightest lip. 
 Dainty blue flowers wave in the un-mowed green
Around old tombs in this sunny scene.
Trees are still living and standing tall and strong.
Like I wish I were outside this bar-room song.

Chorus; I took my bar-room to the graveyard where I sit alone
Talking to the shadows beneath a strangers stone.
I took my bar-room to the graveyard and its amazing what I saw.
Who said "All the world's a stage?" It is  really true.
But it still can not fool the Heart of me and you.

Oh God, I dare not notice, but there it is again -
Jesus on a cross! They're still killing Him,
As raven issues a warning from a dieing tree.
God shine a Light for Jesus and shine one for me.
"The world is a mess and I am a mess," I dare moan.
How can things get better if we accept the bones.
 There's a tiny broken stone with an empty face.
No name or date or stamp to mark its little place.

Chorus; I took my bar-room to the graveyard where I sit alone
Talking to the shadows beneath a strangers stone.
I took my bar-room to the graveyard and its amazing what I saw.
Who said "All the world's a stage?" It is  really true.
But it still can not fool the Heart of me and you.

There's an America flag trying to wave in tall grass.
I've too many questions that I can not ask.
Oh fly high for us your stripes and stars.
Sooth away our pain and embrace the scars.
I truly do Love you. Oh, why can't you see.
I just want us saved - them and you and me.
Can't you feel it beneath stories untold -
The pain and confusion honesty can unfold.

Chorus; I took my bar-room to the graveyard where I sit alone
Talking to the shadows beneath a strangers stone.
I took my bar-room to the graveyard and its amazing what I saw.
Who said "All the world's a stage?" It is  really true.
But it still can not fool the Heart of me and you.

Hawk circles and calls above the tallest tree.
Then a little bluejay comes to screech at me.
Why must they bicker? Dear Bluejay stand for us
With the Hawks and Doves, and stop all the fuss.
To my left is a ledge inside the tallest mound
Where turkeys the moss that shrubs surround.
Then slowly meander toward a hunting Hawk
Who flies into think trees and begins to talk.
Dear Hawk, stop the hunt and adopt the Dove.
Our world can't be fighting after it turns to Love.
Shine a Light for him, God - shine it clear and strong.
The difficulties they face have been too hard and long.

Chorus; I took my bar-room to the graveyard where I sit alone
Talking to the shadows beneath a strangers stone.
I took my bar-room to the graveyard and its amazing what I saw.
Who said "All the world's a stage?" It is  really true.
But it still can not fool the Heart of me and you.

If that car is stalking me to tell me to leave
Well, "I'm just visiting Kelly. Please let me sit and grieve."
But it just slammed and door and stared as it drove away
Leaving me with the choice that I had made to stay.
But this verse was broken by it and microwaves.
So the rest remains unspoken around the empty graves.
Am I really this "crazy?" Am I? Am I totally nuts?
Or am I just someone who dares to see too much?

Chorus; I took my bar-room to the graveyard where I sit alone
Talking to the shadows beneath a strangers stone.
I took my bar-room to the graveyard and its amazing what I saw.
Who said "All the world's a stage?" It is  really true.
But it still can not fool the Heart of me and you.

P.S. This is my first bar-room song. :-) I had bought a drink at McDonalds - what I call my "bar," because its a place I now go there only in times of trauma and grief, like the way an alcoholic would head for a bar.






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