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My Place Under the Sun:
The Mighty Pen
My Bleeding Heart I
A sample of poetry and songs from my notebooks. All are Renée Canada originals. Tell me what you think.
Time keeps on slipping like a seed from a cherry
Dreams that I shared are memories already
But I am
Weak and unsteady like a baby crawling
Pure and unsure, I cannot keep from falling
From the sky, though I try
People struggling to survive and I'm still alive
But I fear I'm too comfortable to grow
Lift my hands up to the sky, don't ask why
Just trust what my offering will show
Blind to the darkness, deaf to the uncanny
Silently sure I've lost two wings too many
To fly
Drowning in fear, the tide has reached me now,
I can't look back, the wind has caught the bow
And now I can cry
—1997@Renee L. Canada
Take Off
Wrapped up in my nest of comfort
Blinded by the past
Wings crushed by jealousy
No one knew then who I was—not even me
My eyes blurred by naiveté
Of hope of love and peace
There’s a pathway leading to my heart
All these cobwebs are slowly tearing apart
You can no longer claim me as your prey
As my wings are finding their way
My wings are finding their way
The time has come to tear off my mask
And bear truth with my sin
I’ve lived too long in shadows
It’s coming closer to the light
I’m naked to harsh reality
Feel the cool wind through my skin
There’s a pathway leading to my heart
All these cobwebs are slowly tearing apart
You can no longer claim me as your prey
As my wings are finding their way
My wings are finding their way
My old tree house is barren
Of my dreams of yesteryear, of yesterday
The future lies a mystery
Whose wonders, I wonder. Who wonders? I wander away
There’s a pathway leading to my heart
All these cobwebs are slowly tearing apart
You can no longer claim me as your prey
As my wings are finding their way
My wings are finding their way
There’s a whisper in the wind
Set yourself free, let loose your wings
There’s joy beyond the meadow
And the sun shines patterns in my hair
The butterfly has taken to the sky
—1997@Renee L Canada
Solitude
Every night I sit to watch
From my kitchen window
As she clicks in her heels
And her short black dress
Looking around to see if anyone’s watching
(And we all are)
Hiding behind the powder
And bleached blond hair
Slipping in at three,
Smelling of cheap perfume
The streets look lonely tonight
Are you lonely too?
There’s not a single
Star in eye’s view
The streets look lonely tonight
Cries, they are coming
From the room upstairs again
As battered bodies hit hard
With his steel, flat hands
The smell of alcohol
Across the hall into my room
As she tries to curb his anger
Unsuccessfully
Children fighting to keep still
Who's calling ‘911’?
The streets look lonely tonight
Are you lonely too?
There’s not a single
Star in eye’s view?
The streets look lonely tonight
—1997@Renee L Canada
The thought lingers and I hold tight to you
A memory caught in the heart of me
Your face drifts in limbo
A place I cannot go
A distance, a journey, a fantasy
I dream of you, the voices seem clear
I fear that you’re lost but I can’t let you go
Bring me back, let me remember
Let it trickle down, let it leave its trace
Let me savor you, memorize its taste
Let me hold you close, feel the warmth of your breath
If this is the end, my arms open to death
The hours pass slowly as if in a dream
The fall of the leaves lay crisp at my feet
I look to the sky for some consolation
The trees so bare, so cold like me
They can’t understand why I feel such pain—
What love could cause so much misery?
Bring me back, let me remember
Let it trickle down, let it leave its trace
Let me savor you, memorize its taste
Let me hold you close, feel the warmth of your breath
If this is the end, my arms open to death
—1996@Renee L. Canada
Hungry Eyes
Standing at the 7-Eleven
Mary Jane in seventh heaven
Waiting like pawns for their disaster
Wishing for a ticket to
Any other place will do
Seeing who can get there faster
Hell seems an exciting ride
Run off like a shotgun bride
Waiting for what never comes
CHORUS: And I pass you by,
Reaching my hand out to save you
She says ‘honey, who the hell are you?
Who said I need saving?’
But when I’m gone, you look on
With your hungry eyes
Worshipping a painted bird
Whose dimensions are unheard
Of, thinking that you should be like her
Walking off a hidden ridge
In a cycle of purge and binge
Deterioration we can’t ignore
Is it really worth the price
Just for you to look nice—
If that’s what you call a skeleton
CHORUS
Let me be your punching bag
Think that love is always sad
Not knowing that it’s all a power game
Think it’s something you’ve done wrong
Knowing that it’s never long
Then it’s sorry he’ll proclaim
Love is not a battlefield,
You weren’t meant to need a shield
Get out as soon as you can
CHORUS
It doesn’t have to be this way (So sad)
It doesn’t have to be that way(There’s hope)
Reach out your hands, there’s someone there to catch you
It doesn’t have to be that way...
—1997@Renée L. Canada
Sound the Trumpet
Fragments of tarnished brass,
Picture: pursed lips letting loose
To a frenzy of syncopated melody;
Feet tapping, fingers clicking
Heads rise and fall
With the rhythm of the soul of man
Captured in concise notes upon a page
—1998@RLC
Collection II: See the second collection of songs and poems.
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