blue leaves

blue leaves by phil burns

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exile

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flower of perfection

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birds in pairs

birds in pairs by phil burns

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cicadas

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fall from grace

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fall from grace

when I was so much younger
I was mean and wild and cruel
I rejected all authority
stomped on every petty rule

my body was a canvas
my hair a work of art
designed to be offensive
showing that I stood apart

so when Satan called me to him
I spat right in his face
I have no time for failure
I reject his fall from grace

now as I’m growing older
I’m a man without a home
no cares no love no sentiment
I am evil all alone

but I’ve transgressed for the last time
I’m chained in this too holy place
I watch them build the gallows
for my final fall from grace

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leaving Vancouver blues

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leaving Vancouver blues

he sits silent on the greyhound
as it slowly moves downtown
the past is close behind him
treading on his shoes
his mind is filled with emptiness
leaving Vancouver blues

he sits pensive on the greyhound
as it travels south at speed
the past is left behind him
dirt falling from his shoes
his soul crowded with loneliness
leaving Vancouver blues

some places leave a mark on you
some people do that too
some places you have never been
some you want to go back to
some people you have never seen
some people that you miss
some people you might think about
your mind will not dismiss

a fleeting thought an untouched hand
no words no might have been
the past is far behind him
like laces from his shoes
his heart is choked with nothingness
leaving Vancouver blues

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l’oiseau et la lune

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l’oiseau et la lune

a bird on a wire
grows restless very soon
stretches wings and feathers
dreams of flying to the moon

turns towards the heavens
believes his indestructibility
strives towards dark rain clouds
unaware of the futility

climbing ever higher
harbouring no fear
struggling for a breath now
in the lack of atmosphere

an angel sees his effort
takes pity on his plight
breathes a puff of oxygen
helps his courageous flight

she thrills to see his bravery
can’t estimate his worth
refuses to let him perish
returns him safe to earth

a bird is now disconsolate
knowing he can go no higher
an angel sets his heart at peace
hangs the moon beneath his wire

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call me

© phil burns

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call me

call me when
your next love leaves you
when you feel down and blue

call me when
you think you need me
because you’ve no one else to turn to

call me when
you want someone to talk to
and no one else will listen

call me when
you’re alone and frightened
that your life is sad and over

call me when
that hole is growing
inside your broken lying heart

call me anytime
or preferably
never

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Wedding Day Blues

wedding day blues by phil burns

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Wedding Day Blues

the ice was cracked and spiky
the glass was smashed and green
the water black and filthy
but her hands were soft and clean

he was tall and wore a soft felt hat
he stood in front of the TV
no one could see the wedding scene
so they turned to torture me

the bride was bathed and lovely
her lingerie was white and fresh
the window was wide open
so I watched her as she dressed

he was in a smoked-glass limousine
we hadn’t met in twenty years
when they replayed the honeymoon
the men were all reduced to tears

a cloakroom overflowing
with hats and scarves and gloves
our long black coats showed danger signs
as they dragged across the dust

she said come back here later
I will take you to my room
there were cats and kittens everywhere
she thought I was the groom

she said she’d have them all removed
I will make it spick and span
if you will lie with me tonight
you will always be my man

I was too old to be there
I left quietly while she slept
the sky was dark the stars were bright
I was happy yet I wept

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