William H. Drummond writes

Complicated

Complicated

That is what we are

Complicated

Like a pick up at the bar

While she is quite amusing

She’s also quite confusing

Intrigued, you want to get to know her more

Her eyes are shining brightly

Yet you see, if only slightly

A sadness and a wisdom you adore

Complicated

Things aren’t always black and white

Complicated

Am I wrong or am I right?

The wonder of the world is this:

There is no happiness nor bliss

Without a healthy dose of loss and pain

We can’t appreciate our joy

Or love the ones that we annoy

Unless we learn we’re singing in the rain

Complicated

Things aren’t always as they seem

Complicated

Like an ever-changing stream

Sometimes it’s smooth, sometimes it’s rough

But we can never get enough

The complications give to life its zest

So, revel in the changing hues

Play your part and pay your dues

Remember we are all doing our best

Sun Discovering that the World of Colours Already Exists, Complicated Composition -- Paul Klee

William H. Drummond writes

Combing My Hair in the Dark

It’s four in the morning
Without any warning
I’m slipping away from your lies
I’m freeing my soul
Making myself whole
Before all that’s inside of me dies

Chorus: 
I’m combing my hair in the dark

I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen 
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

I’m afraid I might do
Something evil to you
And I know I would not lose my nerve
You’re not worth the time
I would pay for the crime
Of giving you what you deserve

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

Once you were sweet
You made my life complete
And I loved you with all that I am
I swooned and I laughed
But I must have been daft
For your love was nothing but a sham

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

You lied and deceived
Played on all I believed
And you used me as your human tool
But I see through you now
And I take a new vow
No longer will I be your fool

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

So I’m going away
Where? I really can’t say
Doesn’t matter as long as I’m free
And I’ll hold my head high
And I swear I won’t cry
And I’m taking the doggy with me

Chorus 
I’m combing my hair in the dark
I’m hoping the dog doesn’t bark
My escape must be clean
I don’t want to be seen
So I’m combing my hair in the dark

-- Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simon

William H. Drummond writes

The See-Saw

Playing on the see-saw
Riding up and down
Going up into the air
And back down on the ground
It’s so much fun to be with one
Who see-saws fair and true
But when a rascal jumps off short
Your butt turns black and blue

No one likes a bully
The kid who plays unfair
The one who likes to deal out pain
The one who can’t be square
It’s like that too, in real life
Where bullies own it all
Where 99 percent of us
Will always take the fall

The balance is so out of kilt
It’s never been this bad
They’ve taken almost everything
And we have all been had
If something doesn’t happen soon
To even out the game
The see-saw will be broken
And we’ll never be the same

 

See-Saw -- Francis Hayman


 The Exercise of See Saw --  Francis Hayman