Such power and emotions in the lyrics and the arrangement is brilliant. So sorry you are going through this.

this is an exceptionally interesting piece on many levels... great work!

Condolences....and bravo on an excellent piece of spoken word. These oooooh oooohs too, perfect.

very emotionally charged, you sir are a wonderful wordsmith and, unfortunately our inspiration must come from the worst times in our lives, but come it does and like the old saying goes, better out than in. Bravo!

Still processing my father's loss, and struggling to put fingers to keys of late. But I know that I need to push through this wail and return to the you-n-i-verse eventually.

He'd want it that way.

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LYRICS

The Truth about axes
is they smash through the frays
of the eyes and the neighs,
chunk rough trunks in their ways,
but harvest vines and scythed hays
are immune somehow

And then my father died


The thing about truths
is they burst veins with their use
as they bump and they bruise
debase and abuse
while made-up monks gussy down for pastel plaster plays,
giddy-thrup and are amused somehow

As they watch my father die


To axe about things
that make wishes with rings
grains of sooth waxed to wings
whether leather or feather
they weather the soul with
the truths that they bring
sun-drunk lay in their daze 
flippant, mince with loose ways
and flap lips like goosed fools

While my father dies

The Truth About Axes

Worst poet wanna-being worster singsong-person. 

Lost to learning. Living the attempt.

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