Sway

Sway

By Tommy LoMaglio

Somewhere deep, in dark abyss

amidst the cold and emptiness

pressed against the belly of this earth

Standing, all alone and yet

rooted, pressing strong against

the currents cruel and unforgiving push

and all the ocean, let it rage

and furies of the seas engage

let them carry an as they may

let them clench and throw their fists

no matter how they may insist

they can never ever, ever make him sway...

Stasis

My God, will this winter never end?
The ice is thick upon my heavy heart
Laden with my cold, chilling sorrow
My very breath is but an empty fog
A dismal sign of what hollow frost lies within my lungs

My most precious sun has abandoned me
Left me out to freeze
From my blossom of radiant warmth,
No more shall I draw my comfort, No more

Alone. Cold.

I long for her embrace
To melt my snowy spell
To rouse me from my slumber
Waking into the light of a new morn
Alas, my sweet sun, she is gone.

Dreamers Anthem

Dreamers Anthem
by Tommy LoMaglio

1. Pockets full of stones
Body full of bones
Now I realize
I'm just a man alone
I am just a mess
No comfort comes from rest
Visions in my head
I am surly dead

C. These dreams they seem
So heavy like they're suffocating me
They creep, they creep
Come to weigh me down, ensnare me where I sleep
Oh God, They crawl
My skin they overtake... I fall
I only hope to find comfort when I wake

2. I've come to admit
My skin just doesn't fit
It'd hard to understand
who I really am
What I've done, what I've said
Echoes in my head
I am surly dead
I am surly dead

Repeat C.

B. If I wake to find you here
I'll feel you when your near
When I look back on my life
Will everything be clear?

Repeat C.

Vacant

Vacant

A knocking, knocking at the door
A tapping, tapping on the floor
A whisper at the keyhole
'Is there anyone at home?'

A ticking, ticking of the clock
A sighing, sighing at the lock
Again the soft, fragile tone
'Are you in there all alone?'

A rapping, rapping on the pane
The lapping, lapping of the rain
This house is an empty shell
Here within is not a home

Cut

by Tommy LoMaglio

Verse I:
Well, she has a story
Written on her wrists
Chapter by chapter
Telling us her life
Oh, and when the pain comes
She falls beneath the mist
She's slipping under
The influence of the knife

*Chorus*
Oh and He's been there
He knows where
You have walked before
He's felt pain
Walked through rain
And passed through the other side
[He's been there]

Verse II:
She has a story
Written on her wrist
Pouring out her heart
Page after page
When the blood flows
She forgets that she exists
She comes undone
At the edge of a blade

*Repeat Chorus*

Verse III:
There is a story
Written on His wrists
Those crimson letters
In a leather bound book
He hurt so she won't have to
He bled so she won't need to
He wants you to give in
And give it all to Him.

*Repeat Chorus*

Charade

Charade
by Tommy LoMaglio

The time has come again, my friend
The time has come again
To hide behind a porcelain face
Do what you can to erase all trace
Of where your heart has been.

It's time to play pretend again
It's time to play pretend
To take part in this masquerade
To fool the world with your charade
Try not to break when 'er you bend.

It's time to hide away, Today
It's time to hide away
To veil my heart, Shut it in
Who wants to hear it beat again?
Lock it up and make it stay.

The time has come again, Dear friend
The time has come again
To hide behind my porcelain face
Do all I can to erase all trace
Of where my heart has been
Until you let me out again...

Assorted Poems...

What is it old friend?
Somehow you must explain
There has to be a way
You can let me in again
_________________

I've opened up the gateway to my heart,
My blood flows forth onto the floor before you
The contents of my soul pooled about your feet
The truth in its entirety. All that I have.
So much to take in...
A risk. A chance. A gamble.
_________________

Can you see what I could be?
Can you envision what's to come?
I'm trying to find the perfect tone
I'm tuning... So the bell may toll truer.
Clearer.
Brighter.
All for you.
The best for you.
[The best is yet to come.
It's yours for the taking.]
Only the best.