Hiding From Reality

Strangers in the masks they wore
Real life locked outside the door
Things were never plain
No place to keep sane

Ill cast in the roles they played
Twisted rules defined the game
Words were loaded dice,
blunt and imprecise

Paths so simple in the warm daylight
grew to mazes with the night
No-one here was what they seemed to be
Hiding from reality

And when one refused to play
All those locks were picked away
Feelings magnified
by too many eyes

Sleeping at the wheel
No-one in control
How did we get here?

Paths so simple in the warm daylight
grew to mazes with the night
No-one here was what they seemed to be
Hiding from reality

How did we get here?

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 1995, 2010.


Independence

This chance can't pass me by.
I really need to try.
You know I can't say why,
But I'm going alone.
I'm going alone.
I'm going alone.

You say that things have changed.
You're coming back again.
But you won't see me then,
'Cause I'm going alone.
I'm going alone.
I'm going alone.

Throw this baggage overboard.
I won't need it anymore.
Now that I know where to find independence.

This chance can't pass me by.
I really need to try.
You know I can't say why,
But I'm going alone.
I'm going alone.
I'm going alone.

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.

Talking in Circles

Talking in circles,
Deflecting the blame,
Drifting semantics
Wash meaning away.
Spiraling logic,
The company line
Of long distance runners,
Stands frozen in time.

The pain of the journey,
From reason to doubt,
The bar lines and charts,
Form a treasonous shout.
But eyes in the street
Fade from fiery to gray,
Contemptuous glances,
At swollen decay.

Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen

Some paid with their dignity,
Some with their lives,
For company dinners,
And new trophy wives.
Elected officials gleam
Smiles through the smoke,
The future once promised,
Now only a joke.

Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen

This thing we created
Looms out of control,
As cold vacuum rhetoric,
Devours the soul.
As glossy and cheap
As the products we sell,
We hide in our bunkers,
Secure in our shell.

Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.

Adaptation

I was abandoned
I was suspect
I was impassioned
I was lament

You were the wounded
You were bemused
You were dubious
You were abused

Adaptation...
Existing to modify
Adaptation…
Resisting the justified
Adaptation…
Permitted and rectified
Adaptation…

I am enamored
I am revealed
I am enraptured
I am restored

You are a miracle
You are adored
You are beloved
You are revered

We are a testament
We are sacred
We are the amorous
We are splendor

I was abandoned
I was suspect
I was impassioned
I was lament

You were the wounded
You were bemused
You were dubious
You were abused

Lyrics by Christina Baldwin and
music by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.


Indigo

A palpable anguish arrives.
A movable force contrived.
A fallible plan devised.
An altered life realized.

This moment does intrude.
These words do abuse.
A lamented course ensues.
The description does abuse.

The brilliant hue,
A luminous view,
The radiant glow,
Ever Indigo.

No revision is conceived.
No offers of reprieve.
Predictions will deceive.
Remedies will achieve.

The argument will ensue,
Presenting an altered view.
Speaking firm and clear,
One day we all arrive here.

Love vowing to endure.
The covenant is ensured.
A lifetime void of regret.
This moment will not forfeit.

The morning casts vivid hues.
Each vision a memory saved.
Each motion ever engraved.
A portrait never forsakes.

Lyrics by Christina Baldwin and
music by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.


What the Crows Know

I want to know what the crows know
A hundred dark birds intertwined
Linked in mysterious purpose
a singular thought as one mind

Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken

l want to see what the crow sees
to gaze from the sky without wonder
A master to every horizon
A world made of flight and of plunder

Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken

I want to hear what the crow hears
In shrill pleading call and response
Are they cloaked sounds of
Hope or aggression
Or echoes of meaning we've lost

Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.

Vacancy

On a page without
Meanings left to count,
Disturbing fragments,
Reasons and regrets.
Finding what was sought
Promise me no thought.
Dismissed myself.
Each movement with stealth.

Canvas life with words
Speaking to be heard.
Lacking what we learn,
Shouting lacks of concern.
Nothing to return.
No reasons discerned.

My burden is me,
Yet you claim my greed.
Reject my future,
Deny my nurture.
On a page without
One meaning to count,
Left it in your hands,
All along your plan.

Lyrics by Christina Baldwin and
music by Bruce Baldwin, © 2010.



Act of Grace

Valor betrays her youthful palms.
Obscured in silence without arms.
Echo sounding.

Terrors befell her righteous eyes.
She had paid wholly for her cries.
Echo sounding.

Duty depraved, her faith enslaved.
Honorable ends, the only way.
Echo sounding.

An entry is made, the date is saved.
A stitch in time, ever engraved.
Echo sounding.

The squared yellow page lists by name
Those to whom she leaves all she claims.
Echo sounding.

Erased the footprints of her stay.
Omitting her complex pathways.
Echo sounding.

Valor betrays her youthful palms.
Obscured in silence without arms.
Echo sounding.

In irons. Bitter end. Echo sounding.

Lyrics by Christina Baldwin and
music by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.



Inner Workings

And if get inside your machinery,
how much will it take to set me free?
The wires and the tubes,
The gaskets and the drums,
The little gears that make the motor run,
Connections come undone...

I want to know what’s going on inside,
Why won’t you open up?
How did you swallow all of that stuff you hide?
Why don’t you pull the cork?

The secret hiding place,
The windows boarded up,
Protective animals that you dreamed up...
Pressure great enough
To break the strongest man
Was the steam on which your engine ran?
From when it first began.

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2011.

Ascension

Was it lightning in the ocean
Or was it the wind through the trees
That put the planets all in motion
And brought you to your knees?
Time flies over our heads,
Unwinds finely feathered threads

All the parts I had rejected,
I am now their sum
And the past I had protected,
The battle never won
I looked the storm in the eye,
Watching, performing on the fly

A comet rages through the evening sky
No one notices or questions why
Birds will gather in the setting sun
There is no audience for what’s begun
Ascension

When we dreamed about escaping,
Were we just the pawns
In a game beyond our knowing
That stretches on and on?
Truth lies in your head.
High tide, we ascend

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2011.