
Endku
End of an era
The Owls’ tree’s gone forever
Tangle Heart still stands

A Blue Psalm was first published by Gabriela Marie Milton in 2021. I wrote the poem in response to bloggers who wrote about the horrific abuse they experienced growing up and how difficult it is for them to deal with it as adults. I recently reworked the original song with new vocal tracts. I used some butterfly photos (mine) and videos I borrowed from the Internet as metaphors for people who have been abused.
A Blue Psalm
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Oh, Lord? Oh Lord?
Why have you hated me?
How in my innocence
Have I sinned?
To be damned from birth
Neglected and abused
While you looked on
Like I was nothing more
Than the Devil’s spawn
I am broken, so broken
A pile of bones laid at your feet
Show mercy, oh Lord
Mold me, reshape me, make me whole
I want to feel loved, normal, happy, whole
This music video uses my light-hearted metal song of the same name. Hmm! A light-hearted metal song might just be an oxymoron. The song came about after a discussion with another blogger about how there is so much nonsense in the world and how some people accuse us of being simpletons for not understating nonsense.
Simple Is As Simpletons Can Be
Words and Original Music by Timothy Price
[verse]
simple is as simpletons can be
complex meanings we can’t see
simple is as simpletons can be
oh how big words make us freeze
simple is as simpletons can be
reciting poems makes us wheeze
simple is as simpletons can be
we have trouble with the ABCs
[chorus]
No alliteration; we can’t rhyme words
No counting syllables, no action verbs
Confuse the Sonnets with Ebonics
And the Tankas with the trucks
We can’t reflect on the Palindromes
Or the messages in Acrostic poems
[bridge]
I grew up reading comics like “Spy vs Spy”
No nouns or verbs in the storylines
Sketches on pages, each worth a thousand words
Prefer poetry in pics for the visual nerds
[verse]
simple is as simpletons can be
oh how the deep folks like to tease
simple is as simpletons can be
they say we’re dense like the trees
simple is as simpletons can be
we may be dense, but at least we are free
of deep thoughts, worries, anxieties, stress…
[chorus]
No alliteration; we can’t rhyme words
We can’t count syllables, no action verbs
Confuse the Sonnets with Ebonics
And the Tankas with the trucks
We can’t reflect on the Palindromes
Or the messages in Acrostic poems