She sits on the courthouse steps
Playing songs she herself wrote
Every word she sings she means
Her heart there in every note.
She sings of the pain she sees
In the world that passes by.
She sings to you and to me
Her music makes you cry.

(She sings)
We who have so much
Give little to the others.
We let our children starve
And do not help the mothers
And the fathers who work
To make their daily bread
While rich people won’t help
Keep a house over their heads.

She manages to choose chords
That sing of lonely suffering.
Her angelic voice softens up
The accusations she’s uttering.
She tells of squandered glory
In the wasting of our lives
While the overfed rich people
Go home to their gilded wives.

(She sings)
We who have so much
Give little to the others.
We let our children starve
And do not help the mothers
And the fathers who work
To make their daily bread
While rich people won’t help
Keep a house over their heads.

Few listen to the troubadour
Who tells us all our name.
They may drop in a penny
To soften up their shame.
But every day they pass her
And soon they do not hear
The wisdom in her lyrics.
They do not feel the fear.

(She sings)
We who have so much
Give little to the others.
We let our children starve
And do not help the mothers
And the fathers who work
To make their daily bread
While rich people won’t help
Keep a house over their heads.

Brent Kincaid
4/18/2015

walking down a backstreet
had to quench my thirst
for alcohol or devils dust
which one would be first

it was then i heard the music
i forgot why i was out
my demons were in check now
t'was the music....there's no doubt

a backstreet bar
a dim lit stage
a singer singing
full of rage
demons screaming
hers and mine
i stumbled in
I had time

anger, venom
loud and strong
bass line pounding
pulled along
demons quelled
to say the least
this music tamed
my savage beasts

i sat and listened for a little while
i got a beer, it cost a smile
the waitress knew why i was here
i guess she figured, one free beer

the singer tore the stage apart
songs from her soul, not from her heart
she took a break and that was when
my demons found the night again

shaky, jitters
couldn't sit
couldn't focus
not a bit
cold sweats, cramping
demons caged
and then again
she took the stage

anger, venom
loud and strong
bass line pounding
pulled along
demons quelled
to say the least
this music tamed
my savage beasts

i knew the battle i would lose
my hunger was too strong
brought in line for a short time
by a singer and her songs

tomorrow night another war
between the hell in me
would my demons be calmed down
or would they be set free?

I was strumming on my six string
Playing tunes to **** the day
When an angel walked  on past me
Stopped and looked my way

You may say it's corny
But I fell in love right there
It only took a second
And it only took a stare

Do not use the "L" word
It's too early for that yet
We don't know where it's going
Because we've only met

She sat down and listened to me
Never speaking, not a word
I only played and sat and smiled
No words shared but we both heard

Our hearts were both connecting
From the sounds of my six string
I knew that I did love her
She made my guitar sing

Do not use the "L" word
It's too early for that yet
We don't know where it's going
Because we've only met

We played the game all summer
We progressed but really slow
Her love was for my six string
Not for me, that I did know

We went down to the river
I used an "L" word there that night
I told her I was leaving
Me and my guitar were taking flight

Do not use the "L" word
It's too early for that yet
We don't know where it's going
Because we've only met

There is an opera singer
Of Friday morning parking lots,
Whose soft solo soars
Over empty spaces,
Through sleeping trees,
Past dimming lamps—
And then flutters
Between your ears.

All is still for now:
The wind holds its breath,
The birds stop their wings,
The trash drops its odor—
All is still
Till she stops singing
Her sweet, slow melody.

Now the sun can rise.

How the **** did you get out of the fanzone so quickly....
That doesn't happen...
You like skipped the friendzone so quick...
God...
Come here you,
Get back to bed...

Old, you’re told before me
Like a poem on cracked wood
Your hands have stuck to palms
As a prayer to the audience

You try to cry, but your tears have gone
Shed ahead of dreams that tarry
Pride and soul flutter from you
For a moment while you hold your notes high

You become what you’ve always been

Quietly, nearly a whisper in your gritted teeth
When you don’t sing you stutter
You wail to your women, to the crowd, to me
But you’ve never sung to one but yourself

And when you shake your voice
To the people that barely care
I suddenly believe you
Adverts flash behind your stare
And I suddenly can see you

Your voice dries up as you fade so bare
But it never could feed you.

Time passes as night blooms.
Her lips awoke the soul of the sleeping city,

She grabbed the microphone,
As the stars screamed.

How this girl's voice has smitten me.

There are hundreds of places she could be.
But she is here with me.

In a past life, I banged on empty garbage cans.
While whistling alone in my room.

This night!
My heart is beating like a drum for you...


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A dream has come true today.

Dressed in white, with a blue scarf,
Everything seems just cool as can be,
Looking so sweet to see.

An Angel sits on a tall chair, In front of a microphone.

Glass walls have ears, and there are no hands on the clock.

Happy as can be.
The Angel sings with a;
soulful, beautiful, sweet, pure, powerful, strong, pure, upbeat, lush, charismatic, different,  appealing...
Voice.

To children.
From out of the book of Worship
She sings of love, hope and friendship,

On this dreamy day.

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Shining star, so far away;
Her starlight travels across,
Distant time and space.

Her warmth travels so far to reach me.

So many years,
She was rising, but I could not see.

Her glimmering starlight reaches me at last.

Now that I can see her, she lights up my sky,

I pray she rises every day and night.
I pray she never vanishes from life.

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I felt I was in a magical
place when I heard her voice?

I was so absorbed in her song,
It made a connection between us.

All talking and laughter had ceased,
There was no one else but her and me.

I found myself looking at her;
The more I looked,
The more I listened.

No matter how hard I tried,
I could not turn away,

Because, I did not want to miss a thing.

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