Forgive me if I say the wrong thing.
Forgive me if I tell little lies every now and then –
don’t hold it against me – I was just trying
to get through the day. It’s hard sometimes.

Dance beneath the pale moon light
with your weapons and your curses –
like something mattered, like someone cared.
What were you looking for anyway?

Was it the one perfect nanosecond
on the event horizon that transfixed your mind?
Can you tell anybody? Can you see it from here?
Can you ever move on again to anything else?

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Forgive me if I do the wrong thing,
if I stumble and bump into things and fall
howling to the floor while grabbing my knee.
I’m not a drama queen but I do play one on TV.

You can’t let the world get to you,
even if the storms rage, and the seas boil,
even when you see no reason to toil.
even when there’s nothing left to spoil.

This isn’t the mercy that I expected.
This isn’t the love that I thought was coming.
I’m working toward a higher vibration –
what I do with my soul echoes in heaven.

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Forgive me if I dream the wrong thing,
and wake up in a cold sweat, wide awake,
drinking coffee at 3 AM – hands still shake,
draw the magician, a world still to make.

Daddy said there were no ghosts or monsters.
He was from Texas – didn’t believe in much
of anything, maybe Jesus. Everyone believed in stuff.
It wasn’t religion but it was just enough.

I’m not so sure, not so willing to forget.
Have you seen it? Huge and dark and cold,
‘haunts my nightmares – it is getting old.
It never stops or leaves, or so I’m told.

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Forgive me if I linger too long in the spectral night,
somewhere that my mind isn’t God’s hockey puck,
somewhere that I didn’t feel like I had used up my luck,
somewhere that I didn’t have to give a fuck.

Forgive me – I meant no one any harm,
or maybe just a little, shakes things up, you know?
I look out the window, not ready for the snow.
I look out the window, not sure where I should go.

Shuffle the deck and deal the cards. Fate flows warm
from my hands, The Hermit and the High Priestess,
the unrequited desire, sing sweet lady, in the darkness,
until the moment quiets, until desire no longer haunts us.

Syd Weedon
12/24/2024