| Resurrected
You like your dollars
more than you like
making love.
More than the human
heart
or the heavens high
above.
You live for numbers.
The higher ones
are best.
Live for the power
people
and to hell with
the rest.
When I am resurrected
I'm coming back
after you
and maybe I'll be
president
and make a loving
world
out of you.
You live on the surface,
where you baste
in the sun
that warms the cold
intentioned
and laughs at the
things
they've done.
You live in a garden
down low in a tree,
waiting by the fruit
we bite
in the green where
we
can't see.
When I am resurrected
I'm coming back
after you
and maybe I'll be
president
and make a loving
world
out of you.
You live in a dark
light
that shines in the
black,
that loses all its
brightness
when the daylight
rises back.
You live like a
vulture
with me 'till I
die,
until the day you
tear me down
and scream your
victory cry.
When I am resurrected
I'm coming back
after you
and maybe I'll be
president
and make a loving
world
out of you.
Rich Gott, 1999
Love Sensations
No one knows you
like I do.
The kinds of things
you said,
the way you moved
me.
And when I see you
out with him
all those love sensations
come rushing in.
Does he feel your
touch
the way I did?
Does he feel your
eyes upon him
the way I did?
Does he feel your
magic
in your kiss?
Does he feel the
love sensations
that I miss?
No one warned me
'bout your friend.
The kinds of things
she'd do
when you looked
away.
She left me here
the day you did.
Gave up the broken
hearted fool
she made me into.
Does he feel your
touch
the way I did?
Does he feel your
eyes upon him
the way I did?
Does he feel your
magic
in your kiss?
Does he feel the
love sensations
that I miss?
No one craves you
like I do.
The days and nights
together
since I had met
you.
You linger in me
deep inside.
All those love sensations
have never left
me.
Rich Gott, 1999
|
Closing
In
Something is coming
through
the woods.
It's coming through
the trees.
I feel it, almost
have it.
It's closing in
on me.
It's closing in
on me.
Something is coming
out of nowhere.
I want it, kinda
need it.
It's coming to my
rescue.
I sense it, almost
know it.
It's closing in
on me.
It's closing in
on me.
Rich Gott, 1999
The Master
Evil
You find it hard
to make it through
the day.
Something's going
wrong
and nothing's going
your way.
And she said goodbye
like she said she
would,
and you break down
and cry
like a child lost
in the woods.
No one has it easy.
Stand up, let it
go.
Pick up all the
pieces.
Show us what you
know.
Don't do all the
bad things.
Look at all the
goodness
that I can hear
calling you.
You look around and
find it hard to
move.
The future isn't
there.
You have nothing
left to prove.
And you hold the
gun
you bought at the
show
and in one impulsive
second
you could lose your
soul
to the master evil.
No one has it easy.
Stand up, let it
go.
Pick up all the
pieces.
Show us what you
know.
Don't do all the
bad things.
Look at all the
goodness
that I can hear
calling you.
Rich Gott, 1999
Down to Me
I went down a slide
knowing you'de be
there
to catch me,
but as you held
your arms out
I slipped through
any way.
I went down a hole
knowing you'de be
there
to lift me,
but as you held
the rope
I pulled you down
to me.
I went down a path
knowing you'de be
there
to find me,
but when you called
my name
I had already lost
myself.
Rich Gott, older poem converted
into a song some time ago |
