Poison And The Cure (Lyrics/Poetry)

Poison And The Cure (Lyrics/Poetry)

[Author’s Note: Another one from the archives!]

 

You scream for me

Madman in the dark

Fueled up on evil

Fury in your heart,

You beg me to release you

From suffering and hurting

Sign right here and I’ll

Keep it from returning;

You’ve got the poison

I’ve got the cure.

 

Accept the invitation and

I’ll release you from your prison

Or you can agonize forever

And never have your vengeance,

Your tortured soul betrays you

I can grant you some salvation

If you want your darkness sated

Here’s a contract, pen and date here;

You’ve got the poison

I’ve got the cure.

 

Now hear me

You have needs

So don’t resist me,

You’ll love me

(Then you’ll hate me)

You’ll justify me.

 

I am the temptation that enslaves

That makes promises agreed to out of hate

You’ll make choices you’ll take to the grave

You have something that nothing will sedate.

 

You scream for me

Madman in the dark

Empty of the evil

No more rage inside your heart,

You begged me to release you

From suffering and hurting

You made a deal with me

Mistakes result in burning;

You had the poison

I lied to you, there is no cure.

 

All Rights Reserved © May 2017 John J Vinacci

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The Long Road (Lyrics)

The Long Road (Lyrics)

[Author’s note: This song dates back to 1999! I’ve always felt there was a certain beauty to the simplicity of the lyrics.]

I slept beneath the cherry tree for a little while / Until I woke up 10 years from now not knowing what my life’s about / I’ve only known direction when it kicked me in the face / But I cannot stop believing there’ll be a saving grace – I go on waging war / On faith and not much more / Until the battles that I fight wash me up on safer shores / I’ll bleed

The old man next to me is clinging to some poetry / Reminiscing days that suddenly seem to slip away / He’s telling shameless stories about living all your dreams / But he’s helping me survive the weight I’m bringing down on me – Gripping with belief / He’s forgotten how to breath / Going on forever with words that don’t surrender / A need

A woman in the streets is cradling a newborn baby child / Hush hush angel now she sings her son a lullabye / Maybe that was me with the possibilities open wide / But I cannot changed what’s done / But today I will decide – That I’ve got something to give / That we’ve all got lives to live / But my road ain’t paved for nothing, I can battle armed with something / To believe

 

All Rights Reserved (c) April 2017 John J Vinacci

World War Me

World War Me

World war three

Inside of me

Heart and soul radio-

Activity

 

World war freak

Of anxiety

Stability

Electricitied

 

I’ll fight this to the end

That’s life until I’m dead

All this hell to my last breath

Until I’m heaven sent,

World war free

I can dream

Annihilation wave

Shatters the peace

 

World war seen

In my memories

Broken mind

Apocalyptic screams.

 

 

All Rights Reserved © January 2017 John J Vinacci

Regret Me In The Morning

Regret Me In The Morning

[Author’s note: These are lyrics from my Irish drinking song of the same name.]

 

Last night at the local bar

Who knew hello would ever go so far?

Acting like we’re not broken

Talking because we’re hoping

Closing time’s the end of the start

 

To the womb of your living room

Where the beer and whiskey stopped all too soon

My thinking’s getting clearer

As you’re drawing nearer

Maybe I should walk out on you

 

Don’t pull me in, don’t kiss me so sincere

Don’t whisper sweet nothings, my darling

I sense how strong you think this bond is

But I think you’ll regret me in the morning

 

First light will be rising soon

And I know all too well that staying is cruel

You want to hold me closer

A new world to discover

But don’t you have too much to lose?

 

Don’t pull me in, don’t kiss me so sincere

Don’t whisper sweet nothings, my darling

I sense how strong you think this bond is

But I think you’ll regret me in the morning

 

Last night at the local bar

I regret hello ever went so far

But I’m known for being sullen

I lose it when bottles open

Sometimes Happy Hour is my demise.

 

 

All Rights Reserved © November 2016 John J Vinacci