Vanity

by Tommy LoMaglio

Somebody once said there's nothing new here
Under the sun its all the same
No one can find anything of worth here
If we're all just playing a pointless game

Our works and toils earn us nothing more than worthless vanities
We quest for crowns of kings, search for finer things
But find tarnish and rust
Silver and gold we can't ever hold, They're chasings after the wind
To taste all that is sweet becomes our only feat
But on our tongues is only dust.

The Poetry of Pain

.:The Poetry of Pain:.
It hurt. To ascribe poetry to such pain would be worthless. No words could match the feeling. The pain itself was poetry. The physical pain... seeping through my skin, deeper, and deeper. Swaying my emotions like the very tree tops caught by a harsh wind. Is that not poetry? The pain crawled over me... like so many insects, invisible to my eye, devouring me... making their way into my core to finish me there. Is that not poetry? I didn't know it was possible. I didn't know it could be done in such a way. If anyone else had tried it wouldn't have left such a lingering sting. How is it... my only weakness... I turned a thousand times over in my bed. How unsettling. One thought coming back to me. Over and over again. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt.

Absent

Verse: 1
I'm tied down here to the weight of this life
But soon there will come a day
And when that time comes to cut my kite strings
Watch me as I fly away

Chorus:
I am soaring on the wings of eagles
The suns warmth beats down on my face
So far above the world behind me
I stretch my arms toward Your embrace

Verse: 2
Oh, how I long for that meeting in the clouds
To bask in His love and to hold Him close
I can hardly wait for that day to come
To finally see the One I love most

Chorus:
I am soaring on the wings of eagles
The suns warmth beats down on my face
So far above the world behind me
I stretch my arms toward Your embrace

:Repeat Chorus:

Bridges:
Living in Your glory, Coming up slowly
I can feel this cold life melting away
When it comes to pass that I breathe my last
Living with my Lord till the end of my days

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Just a song

[A song for my wife... I love her.]

Verse one:
The dying flame is burning down
atop the candle stick
The pedals lay upon the floor
from the flowers that I picked
Nothing too romantic that
is sure to make you cry
But I want you to know that
I try

Chorus:
I tried to write some pretty words
But I couldn't
Tried to make the notes sound Beautiful
But they wouldn't
Of all the times I tried and failed
Every time it came out wrong
I just wanted to write you a song

Verse Two:
Once again I see the sun
setting in the western sky
I've seen it time and time again
and know the time has passed me by
And who knows how much longer
I'll be in this lonely state
But I want you to know that
I'll wait

.:Repeat Chorus:.

Verse Three:
Now I bow my head to pray
that the Lord above show you the way
The day will come for all to start
When I give to you my heart
Of all the things I could sing
This I know is true
I want to let you know that
I love you

It's only me

It's only me
By Tommy LoMaglio

Together we can make it past
Only if this moment lasts
Melting down those fragile hours
Meliciously the time's devoured

Yesterday is a lost tomorrow
Darkened light bringing sorrow
Extinguished flame atop a candle
And my hand alone can grasp the handle

Nearer, Nearer lurks this fear
Lurking close to find me here
Oh, and then it's plain to see
My fate is made by me, and only me

And as the thought shook my soul
Gloom and fright swallowed me whole
Lost, though I am, I still play this role
I can't imagine that it could be
Only me, It's only me

Rain

RAIN
by Tommy LoMaglio

I hear your song
I hear you sing
Is there something wrong
Tell me anything
You dont have to speak
I know that you won't
Your tears say it all
So just cry me a note
That drop on my cheek
Rolls off me with ease
Your whisper, so soft
Like a gentle breeze
I'm so sorry, my friend
I can't show you I care
To lend you a hand
Or to always be there
All I can do
And the most that I can
Is hear your sweet song
And catch your tears in my hand

Echo

~Echo~
by Tommy LoMaglio

Something is turning through the air,
around and around,
an echo, lonely,
traveling to and fro searching,
searching,
such a vain act,
searching and finding nothing,
no one,
finding itself,
over and over again,
longing for something else,
something more than itself,
something to send it back
to where it came,
but no,
nothing,
and as it spins,
as it drifts
in its whirling wind
it feels within itself,
something,
in the void inside,
something,
turning through the air,
around and around.

Saved

~Saved~
By Tommy

My footsteps echo through the coridore,
As I'm lead to a place that I've been to before,
And I curse the burden I should never have bore,
I have eaten my fill, but I hunger for more.

Chain me, restrain me in this prison I've built,
Within my minds walls there's no rest for this guilt,
So close to the edge will I teeter and tilt,
And so like a rose will I wither and wilt.

With the crudest of clay have I sculpted my cell,
With my linins of lies I've made bed in hell,
To the most isolate shadows is where I fell,
Now I weep and cry for whom to lift this spell.

Then a radient warmth broke through the iced air,
And light so bright not a shadow did dare,
My chains were broken, and my cell door swung open,
And in the doorway my savior, my Jesus, stood there.