World’s Saddest Song

Anyone who experienced abuse, neglect, alienation, etc., as a child…always had a ‘go to song’.  A song that could be played over and over and over again….in order to emphasize our feeling of being distended by society.  Of course, I am old enough to have played those ‘sad’ songs on 8 track cassette, cassettes and DVD’s.  

So much so were these despondent lyrics played that the flexible strand known as ‘tape’ would rip and tear and therefore, no longer usable.  The same could be said for video cassettes…but that is a subject for another time.

And, of course, there was always a go to song for the ‘happy’ times…but that too is a subject for another time.

Currently because I am going through a ‘difficult’, reflective time…we need to focus on ‘sadness’.  

Livin’ alone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody’s home

If you are currently wanting to lick your wounds and cover yourself in sadness…You are welcome!

Gasping for Tears


If she had cried…would it take away the ghastliness of great surprise?

Even as a witness…to her rain…

A gentle, caressing touch that penetrates the skin.

Humidity and its warming coat…left gingerly behind…

Among this…could I begin, again?

As a crow flies, tears fall from the skies.

Yet, never from a solemn women’s eyes.

Water pounds like a fist coursing itself from the heavens.

The road ahead, still parched and unforgiving.

As the crow flies, tears fall from the skies.

Yet, never from a solemn women’s eyes.

Other Souls on Other Shores

On a rare, cobalt, sky day, amid the northern sky.

intrinsically, it is elementary to forgive, forget…

The when.

The how.

The why.handles 1

Gliding around and, beyond with little guidance.

Passing other souls on other shores.

Some are acquaintances known…

Known a little less.

Known a little more.

All of us of bilateral sex.

Oblivious to our time together.

In one manner or another, I am given the skeleton key to a friend’s door.

My entry inside is fleeting.

Sadness stains the walls.

A pounding fist of heartache…permits no other sounds.

Always a walk to remember.

Beginning with a day, azure blue.

Into another’s sad room.


Pacing the Cage

Sunset is an angel weeping.
Holding out a bloody sword.
No matter how I squint I cannot
make out what it’s pointing toward.
Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long.imageedit_63_9093692943.jpg
Days drip slowly on the page.
You catch yourself…
Pacing the cage.
I’ve proven who I am so many times.
The magnetic strip’s worn thin.
And, each time I was someone else…
And, every one was taken in.
Hours chatter in high places.
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage.
Set me to pacing the cage.


I never knew what you all wanted!
So, I gave you everything…
All that I could pillage.
All the spells that I could sing.
It’s as if the thing were written.
In the constitution of the age.
Sooner or later, you’ll wind up…
Pacing the cage.
Sometimes the best map will not guide you.
You can’t see what’s round the bend.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places.
Sometimes the darkness is your friend.
Today, these eyes scan bleached-out land.
For the coming of the outbound stage


Pacing the Cage

Bruce Cockburn