My new tomorrow

and when she knows 

love has to be lived to its full 

in all its true colours

her heart will always be mine 

to live in

and she'll be my new tomorrow

a tomorrow I will always need

(c) JR. 2022

Life

I'm standing here
right out of the blue
in a ray of light
don't know what to do
don't believe in life anymore

but I've got to hang on
just for the sake of livin'
must get through this
it will cease to excist
but it'll take time
I flip a dime

time will be all mine
my life is like a shell
hollow and empty
getting drowned
by a sea of emotion
thrust upon a shore
barely alive

I will recover
I will crawl to freedom
and take it by its tail
I will shake it
be once more
in the running again
get rid of my pain
that grabs me
again and again
I want to get rid of
and be whole again

I'm downcast
thrown unto the ground
I crawl around
where is my way out
always in myself
got to do it myself
to be whole again

I'll take my stand
be back on the edge
work my way back
and ask myself
what do I want from this life
it's not much, some sanity
to live on in peace
and lie under the appletree
thinkin', this life
it is to be

(c) JR. eightees

Perfection

if there's a yesterday

I'd make my mistakes 

my failures yesterday

lead a perfect life today 

all the time

a perfect future ahead 

a perfect job I'd have

perfect children I'd get

always a correct act 

no wrong word said

acting always in line 

no mistake is mine

not one's mine

perfection is my wall 

the wall I have to climb

just to make a mistake 

a mistake that's all mine

'cause perfection can kill 

kill the soul within

a life that doesn't live 

is one that doesn't excist

is one with nothing to give

(c) JR. ninetees

Not so sacred, not mine

sittin' here in my easy chair its laziness
bein' a gift of the maker, with a glass of
wine in my hand

I'm starin' across the table where I picture
her there, sippin' her lost an' lonely wine
not so sacred, not mine, smilin'

I knew there and then this was not to be
forever, yet these are the nights I remember

and she left me as a good wine a reminder
of all those lost yesterdays where the wine
in the end was our only way we did
communicate

and yes, we drank from it our glass filled
with somethin' that never was now the bottle
lies bare

has run dry and it's clear we lost more than
we ever got out of somethin' not so sacred
as our wine was

(c) JR. 2018