Known

                Known

                            by W. R. Schaefer Jr.

I'd been living  hours today and minutes to hours
Insistent on achieving things far beyond my power
My head was never fit into a comfortable space
That pace was pushing me to my final resting place

The vision that I had was not what I was seeing
It got difficult to think about my doubt as a human being
My woman left because I couldn't keep my head
She didn't want a memory of how I was going to look dead 

It's not strange to be smart enough to admit I don't know
Glad to roll with the punches and to go with the flow
Were you to ask an expert what they're doing here
They may offer an answer you'd rather not truly hear

In vivid verses of a vista vision in music's delight
Hindsight is perfect from afar in time you will learn
You can't be blinded or confused by wrong for right
The time has come prime to be insightfully concerned... 

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Looking For Some Work

          Looking For Some Work

                              by  W. R. Schaefer Jr.

She was an old soul with a broken heart
I was a broken-hearted man
Who needed a place to make a start

I tipped my hat and asked her, "How do you do?"
She sipped from her glass and asked;
"Are you too good to be true?"

I said, "I could do the things you don't want to."
She gave me a steady gaze...
No! She was looking right through!

She nodded, "The Mister died, four years ago tomorrow...
You could free me up a bit."
I'm no psychic, but inside I felt her sorrow.

She gazed longingly; "When can you begin?"
I felt a crazy desire so strong, it was wrong...
Then I spoke again, "The first thing in the mornin'"

Then she looked at me, proposing; "Let's have a drink to that."
I didn't have a moment to choose and a lesser time to think...
She winked at me in agreement. I said, "I suppose it's my weakest link."

The next thing I knew, we were all tangled in her bed.
As much as I knew it was true, she'd covered each angle in her head
I held her all night. Yes, she was blue but lovely too. "So," I said, "I'm loving you instead!"

We share a love that was born one lonely night
I love this gentle lady with all my might...
She holds my attention. She's the focus of my sight!

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The Ring On The Rung

The Ring On The Rung

Lyrical~  by  W. R. Schaefer Jr.

How do you feel

inside your heart of hearts?

Is this all real?

...Waiting to be wrangled apart

What is illogical

is the way you try to bind our minds

Not to sound so philosophical

but, something will break loose from this grind

Was I to make a guess?

It's elemental, people see reality

Why not confess?

Anyway, you're going to pay, it's plain to see

Honestly, if it were up to me

we would aggress...

Why can't you see

that you've reduced us to this unaccepted mess?

We've grown accustomed to your attacks

You had better watch your backs

The solidity of our society... has cracked!

We can see you now as you try to distract

The wounds are sore...

and we really can't believe you anymore

There is the door...

You have depleted us, our trust in you, for sure

It has been a long time...

since there was any sense of reason or rhyme

I will own mine...

I should have noticed at some point along the line

I am quite certain...

I'd have seen you were affected in the mind

Why did no one stop the hurting?

Why was everyone connected by such binds?

Then again,

it's just too easy to pretend that all was fine

Barstool spins...

I'm going to mention this to that old friend of mine

Didn't we all share a single plan;

The pursuit of happiness?

Wasn't there, at the time that we began...

a hint or less, so we all could have avoided this distress?

Did nobody see...

that it was up to you and me,

to pass on this very key...

to them... eventually?

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Instrument Of Change

         Instrument Of Change

A Lyrical Composition by W.R.Schaefer Jr.

So, I wrote; I hope to be an instrument of change for the better...

The worse event that could happen is that you disregard this letter

I must admit to my regret, to losing my due rent money on a bet

The Almighty God above me knows I wish I could forget if he'd let,

while the icy cold wind blows, and my clothes are a stiff frozen wet

and I'm old enough to realize without surprise as yet...

that I won't have to read the stupid legend on my grave marker

once the lonely stone has set me on a path much darker, etched

upon the wretched body human, oddly caught up in its own net

Afraid of the mess he's made

 and The Almighty God whom he has not yet met! 

See, my rent money isn't all that's gone, but pride and respect

Soon the mounting evidence is funny too much more than you 

are even able to or rightfully be expected to remember or forget  

so let me be direct; even the elect is one who you cannot detect

My God! He's going to knock those freckles off you!...

Be good but be aware that he can see you there so get no darker

You'll be all alone where there stands erect, no cell tower stretched

across a cold and windy road before you a long-distance dialed

directly to the children, you neglect

 Know that you've been exiled, reviling pile of filth and debt!

...by you know who you never, everlasting will have met!...

-Reconvening in the only one real meaning out there...

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