There is only one entrance.
There is only one door.
There is only one pathway
You were meant to explore.
There is only one body.
There is only one blood.
There is only you,
Only good.
There is only one instant. (Wait, my brother… Look, I see another way to rise)
There is only one place. (Though it bends before it ascends and crests.)
There is only one message (Leads me through the bramble to the blue where I)
You were meant to embrace (Am certain we’ll be meeting again.)
We exist in one body. (Here, my brother… Here, we may uncover all our eyes)
We subsist on one blood. (To ensnare the whispers you wear.)
There is only you,
Only good.
There is only one daughter. (Wait, my sister… Come, let us resist her. We shall find)
There is only one wife. (Where they meet and ever discreetly climb)
There is only one answer. (Along the ridge, with briar to the bridge, where I’ve)
There is only one life. (Found a fading path to refine.)
There is only one body. (There, my sister! There, should we persist, her self abides)
There is only one blood (In the gloam - a body, a home).
There is only you,
Only good.
I wasn’t looking for
Another open door
When you breezed through one.
I’d set a stolid stare
Upon the window’s glare
And I’d be damned ‘fore I’d have any fun.
But you brought the joy
Like the ethereal train from your dancing gown.
Yes, you brought the joy.
Pools of holy water reflecting that angelic sound.
Off to another place
With neither scent nor trace
Of whim or wonder.
I hid myself away
To spend an awful day
Indexing all I’d been made to endure.
Remaining taciturn
As I’d so often learn
Was simply wasting.
Whatever strength I’d been dealt.
No reason, sadly, I felt
To fight a battle I’d be sadder to win.
But you brought the joy
Like the ethereal train from your dancing gown.
Yes, you brought the joy.
Pools of holy water reflecting that angelic sound.
Yes, you brought the joy.
Lower me down, (You took that awful feeling…)
Holy clown. (And hung it from the ceiling).
Glory bound. (Not subtle yet appealing…)
…tacit proposition from you.
Can’t imagine what else I could do.
I may still stomp and glare
Blissfully unaware
Of all it cost you
Setting the stars to spin,
All the while holding in
The fear that joy alone won’t see you through.
Let me recount the ways
Your ghost diverts my gaze.
Don’t interrupt, please.
No clever, cryptic locks
No depth of cinder blocks
Could keep a door from welcoming that breeze.
‘Cause it brings the joy…
Can’t imagine what else I could do.
Knowing you would do the same thing too.
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The first single from The Onesies upcoming album "The Onesies Dig With the Wrong Foot"
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