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Not Interested

I’m not interested
in your rights or in your wrongs
in your screams or in your songs
in denial or belief
in your joy or in your grief

I’m not interested
in the darkness of your light
in the justice of your fight
in the shortness of your sight
I’m not interested

I’m not interested
in your lies or in your truth
in your faith or in your proof
in your destiny or fate
in your love or in your hate

I’m not interested
in hearing your sad reasons
in seeing your clear treason
in changing with your seasons
I’m not interested

I’m not interested
in your rise or in your fall
I’m not impressed at all
I’m just not interested

© Daniel E. Barndt

You, In The End

You
You wear guilt like a badge of honor
Like a license to do it again
Do it again
You…do it again

You
You live life like a film of horror
Like a knife in the back of a friend
You’re not a friend
You…you’re my best friend

You
You tear through love like a new sorrow
Like it will never happen again
Happen again
You…happen again

You
You give life a better tomorrow
Like it might be worth more in the end
More in the end
You…lie in the end

© Daniel E. Barndt

Not Tonight

Yeah, I’m floating again
An inch above the floor
And in the distance there’s a light
That I want much more than more
And in the sky I feel an angel
Watching over me
But I’m not safe… no not tonight

Yeah, I’m losing again
Just like I’ve done before
And in my past there’s nothing right
Because my future’s so unsure
And in my soul I feel a demon
Beckoning to me
And I’m not safe… no not tonight

When it’s all or nothing and up to me
My heart is full but I can’t breathe
My world is spinning and I can’t see
You’re everything so I can’t leave
There’s nowhere if you’re not here with me
I bite my tongue and beg to bleed
I need you now and my soul believes
It’s all or nothing and up to me

Yeah, I’m in love again
It’s harder than before
And it’s impossible to fight
When I’m dragged down to the floor
And in my mind I see a goddess
Staring back at me
But I’m not safe… no not tonight

Yeah, it’s you, my love
Staring back at me
And you’re not safe… no not tonight

Yes, it’s love, it’s love
Beckoning to us
And we’re not safe… no not tonight

© Daniel E. Barndt

I Love

I love the smell of fresh spring rain
I love the taste of sweetened tea
I love the feel of soft, soft grass
I love the songs birds sing to me

I love a chilly Autumn breeze
I love a fire burning bright
I love a walk upon the shore
I love a hand to hold so tight

I love to swim beneath the moon
I love to dance out in the rain
I love to wander through the night
I love to love and love again

Of all these things I love to love
Not much could ever be as true
As loving love that loves right back
And so I love to just love you

© Daniel E. Barndt ~2008

Just Love

When the words don’t make sense
When you can’t trust the sounds
When it goes by in a blur
Then you know what you’ve found
You’ve found love

When your friends disappear
When the fights seem so lame
When it all turns out right
Then you know what to blame
Just blame love

When you can’t seem to think
When your breath just won’t come
When your heart skips a beat
Then you know what it’s from
It’s from love

Love is the hurry
Love is the pain
Love is the worry
That you’ve missed it again

Love is the crazy
Love is the trust
Love is the maybe
That leaves you in the dust

Love is the joy
Love is the pride
Love is the happy
That I’m feeling inside

When I’m finally alive
When I’m safe and secure
When I’m singing to you
Then I know this for sure
It’s just love

© Daniel E. Barndt

What Makes A Dead Soul Cry

Three shining stars in the sky looking down on me
And I don’t know why, where or what they might want from me
But everywhere I go I’ll always know what I want to see
Three shining stars in the sky always guiding me

Alone in a room, in a tomb in the darkness
Where no one can go, past a gate and a courtyard
Sitting cold on a stone, on a bone chiseled mantle
Lies the key that is me locked away in a tower

Who knows how to get there, how to be there when I need them?
Someone holds the locket in the pocket of my freedom
Riding through the despair and the nightmares of my treasons
I’m welcomed home with love and from above I learn the reason

What makes a dead soul cry?
A new life to live, something to believe in
What makes a dead soul cry?
It’s not that complicated, there’s only one good reason
Love

© Daniel E. Barndt

Four Of Twelve Become One

June
As Spring removes her gown
Of soft and silky breeze
Summer stands unclothed but
For frosted gust to grieve

September
Soon Summer dons a wrap
Of brightly colored leaves
And Fall remembers not
The truth we once believed

December
Though Fall completes its quest
To strip as like the trees
Sir Winter covers all
With chill and crystal freeze

March
When Winter bites no more
Bringing him to his knees
Spring blossoms beauty ’til
Once again we are appeased

© Daniel E. Barndt

Something Called Love

I used to believe
That love was only once a lifetime
I used to believe
It could never happen twice
But now I can see
I may just have another chance
And now I can see
My wrongs can turn to rights

So I send you this gift
Straight from heaven above
And I send you this gift
It’s something called love

I now understand
What happens to a broken heart
I now understand
Love can happen once again
Please take my hand
Trust me not to hurt you
Please hold my hand
For true love never ends

If you take this, my gift
And don’t shove it away
If you take this, my gift
I’ll love you everyday

I cannot explain
Exactly why I found it
I cannot explain
The beauty that it holds
But if you have pain
An aching in your heart
And if you have pain
I’d like to ease your soul

So I send you this gift
Straight from heaven above
And I send you this gift
It’s something called love

Something called love

© Daniel E. Barndt

The Last Tree

A beautiful monster stands in destruction
His home now a desolate plain
The last of his kind
A terrible crime
Resisting the toxic, wet rain

As tall as a house, stronger than stone
The humans destroyed all but him
His beauty, they swore
Was worth one more war
Nothing survived but the whispering wind

Destroying each other, do we really care?
Polluting the air and the sea
Don’t think it’s true?
Don’t believe what we’ll do?
Why don’t you ask the last tree?

© Daniel E. Barndt

The Children

Children in the streets playing with toy machine-guns
Innocent minds thinking of destruction
Children in the streets killing each-other with fake blood
Innocent minds against innocent minds

Hand-grenades and razor blades
Death seems so far away
Killing toys for little boys
What’s the price we’ll have to pay?

Children in the streets turning war into a game
See the hate in their innocent eyes
Children in the streets life and death is all the same
To their innocent little lives

Tommy-guns seem like so much fun
When death is so far away
Blood and gore you can buy in a store
Now life is the price we’ll pay
To understand the destructive man
I know a child you should meet
To understand death in demand
Just watch the children in the street

© Daniel E. Barndt