Static

As if chains
Could bind
The rage inside
Or hide
The fear in your eyes
I speak soft words
That reek
Of frustration
Leaving a taste
On the tongue
One can't quite place
Let's face it
Chained or unrestrained
This simple fact remains
Everything would stay
The same
If nothing changed

© Zig'20'

Good morning, God bless!

Or Three



Up with the sun
Thinking it would be fun
To have a drink
Or three
Or something to eat
Or somebody
To hold
Or just fucking talk to
Three hundred
And sixty six days
Since the day that
Went away
Up with the sun
Thinking it would be fun
To do the
Same thing
Today
As I did
Yesterday
Sleep in
Get laid
Three times
Drink tea
And eat
Doughnuts
And Chinese
And pizza
Read
And leave
That drink
Or three
Upon waking
To the sun's rising
To some other day

Zig©'20'

I ache to hold you
In my arms
To tell you
Things will be all right
Though every thing
Seems wrong
To sing you to sleep
Though I haven't
The song
Nor the voice
To ease your suffering
For you are there
And I am here
I have only
My love for you
And these words
I wish you could hear
Though things seem dark
Your head full of fear
If you seek
My love
God is always near
Call to him
He is
Close enough
To hear

Zig ©'20'