von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
The fire burns
without much heat sometimes,
sometimes my soul
feels empty
The plow eats into
the earth sometimes,
sometimes your words
prepare me
Masters take the weight
of the mule sometimes,
sometimes my burden
seems light
Sometimes I wish
peace for the world,
right now I just want
rest in myself.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
‘Natasha, that’s a nice name.”
“What’s in a name?”
“Geuss you’re right,
it’s all the same.
But if it’s all the same,
to you,
let me jump in your game, too.”
“Oh do!”
“I see life in your eyes,
it’s true,
nobody else will do,
but you.”
“I can tell when you’re
lying, y’know,
and you lied trough your teeth,
just now.”
“Loves not forever,
I fear,
you’re too quick for me,
but I know this one thing;
If this instant
was eternity
I’d cherish you only.”
“Well said, for both you,
and me.”
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Jennifer,
your pretty laugh
makes me smile
all while.
Red-brown hair
(seems unfair)
the scent,
I swear,
my heart will tear.
And when I
look in those
dark eyes;
I live,
and yet,
I die.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
o hear, o hear, o earth
o hear, o hear, my story
for one day I will return
from the last star of the morning
it was on a foul and barren plain
my soul was hatched in full distain
of all creatures not my kindred
it was among the fiery stars
of my home world I breathed the air
of hatred, beauty and despair
I grew strong as ages past
and traveled far in search of prey
and so stumbled on your world
I fought with ancients wise and bold
I fought them till their hearts grew cold
and when they died I left your world the worse.
When I returned onto my home
I found it ruined; without a soul
(for calamity my kind befell)
Their souls had gone on to the stars
further from here than far is far
and I sang a song in parting
And so I sing and prune my wings
for one last trip of sweet revenge
and death sings, hear it sing.
O fear, o fear o earth
O fear, o fear my glory
soon I shall return
from the last star of the morning.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I need someone to love,
I need someone to hold,
I need a hot-blooded red-headed woman.
I need someone to kiss,
I need someone to scold,
I need a hot-blooded red-headed woman.
I want some girl so warm,
don’t need nobody cold,
I need a hot-blooded red-headed woman.
Come baby, lay down by my side,
and together we will grow old;
lady you’ll always be,
my hot-blooded red-headed woman.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
old lady winter said
“I’ll come again
when the birds fly south
and the summer ends.
When the trees and the grass
all wither to brown
I’ll come take your hand
as I come into town.
We’ll run down to the pond
and skate on the ice
we could build a big snowman
all fluffy and nice
Lie on our backs
and watch the last leaf fall.
Drill a hole in the ice
and catch nothing at all
We can swim in cold waters
of the deep, murky sea
and thereafter get drunk
on whisky and glee.”
so we’ll go playing,
the old girl and me,
until the birds start to sing
and she has to take her leave.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
They circle high above me in the sky
Vultures and Angels
They wait to see if I will live, or if I’ll die
Vultures and Angels
They love to sit and watch me cry
Vultures and Angels
(Which of them will win the day on high,
Vultures or Angels?)
One day my soul with yours will fly
My Vultures and Angels.
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
There’s effortless motion
There’s such a commotion
There’s given a notion
Of who is the chosen
..…few
There’s pennies and shillings
There’s goldrings and fillings
There’s willingless people
There’s bloodstains and grillings on
..…the steeple
There’s madness
There’s gladness
There’s happiness & sadness
There’s just one big mess
There’s failure of the test
There’s incomprehensible
People on the windowsill
There’s things that thrills do cause
There’s people who’s hearts
are wrapped in gauze
There’s too few true believers
There’s too few who want to hear
There’s too few rich receivers
There’s no future for us here
There’s so many things that
I would like to sing …to you
There’s so many blue
There’s so many black
There’s so many true-ly
..…off the track
There’s so many red
There’s so little white
There’s so many dead
There’s so many who are just,
…not right
There’s so many hearts
broken from the start
There’s too many ways to part
There’s no love
There’s no hate
There’s no feeling as of late
I look up above
There’s pain in your heart,
in your mind, in your soul
What is your goal?
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
sing a song my dear
a song my dear
and please be of good cheer
of good cheer
even though it seems so sheer
seems so sheer
even though it’s been so long
been so long
we’ve been apart all these years
all these years
the end is slowly drawing near
slowly drawing near
oh how I love you
I love you
are you still there?
you still there
my sweet lady fair
sweet lady fair
can you hear my prayer?
hear my prayer
true love is rare
love is rare
agony has been prolonged
has been prolonged
I’m not yet on golden pond
on golden pond
Oh please do respond
please do respond
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
I had a love, I had a love
but it went sour, it went sour
sour every hour
I had dreams, I had dreams
but they have flown, they have flown
into the vast unknown
I had hope , I had hope
but it has sunk, it has sunk
to the bottom of the deep
one day they will, one day they will
come back again, come back again\
love, hope, dreams