Poetic Design

POETIC DESIGN – Written by Carroll Bryant

Here … I am
On the eve of my conception
In the web of your deception

Deceased? … I am
With bewildered eyes I find
I am the product of your … poetic design

And I’ve fallen into the same old “How do you do?”
With nothing more to say except I’ve fallen for you
And I close my eyes and then picture your skin
On the tip of my tongue and it’s love

There … you are
In a world of constellations
In the heat of your frustrations

Confused? … I’m sure
With entrapment close behind
You are the product of my … poetic design

And you’ve fallen into the same old “How do you do?”
With nothing more to say except I’ve fallen for you too
And you close your eyes again and become your only friend
On the edge of a touch and it’s love

With a dream to underline
We are the product of love’s … poetic design

And we’ve fallen into the same old “What do we do?”
With nothing more to say and even less for us to prove
And the mountains we move and the way that we groove
Is the song in our hearts and it’s love

With a portal into time
We are the product of life’s … poetic design

And the legend left behind
Is the heartbeat of loves … poetic design

Red Tape

RED TAPE – Written by Carroll Bryant

“In the beginning of time, there was no end. In the face of death, there was a man. Taken from the dust of another purpose greater than the meaning of an existence that was just greater than …..”

Heaven is the good things
Hell is all the bad things
Earth is where both are planted seeds
Heaven is the right ways
Hell is all the wrong ways
Earth is just the way they both should be

Earth is just for sure the place for me

Fifteen trillion miles through the universe I travelled
All to that just to witness all I see
To the years I wondered and all the time I borrowed
Earth is just the perfect place for me

And so I have concluded
Nothing is excluded
All will perish for so I do believe

On the tongue I’ve tasted
Intelligence is wasted
Greed that fills the need and to all – poverty

Heaven is the sweet things
Hell is all the sour things
Earth is like some kind of dirty treat
Heaven is the clean days
Hell is all the mean days
Earth is everything and everyday

Earth is just for sure the place to be

Fifteen trillion dreams through the sleepless nights I’ve haunted
All to that to know you’ve lost the key
In the dark I wandered and all the hope I squandered
Earth is there where nothing else can be

And so I have envisioned
To making this decision
All might perish for all eternity

Of the love I’ve tasted
The kisses that were wasted
Bleeding for a need and to all – prosperity

Heaven is the cool things
Hell is all the bad things
Earth has way too many Earthlings
Heaven is the Sundays
Hell is all the Mondays
Earth is where everyday can be

Earth is just the perfect place for me

“Dogs that fight in the shadows of the street. The alleys and the same where strange two lovers meet. And knowing that the breath to breathe is escape, and cease. Learning life’s politics and cut through all of God’s red tape. There is no God …..”

Heaven is the light things
Hell is all the darker things
Earth is where these things can all be seen
Heaven is the shortest day
Hell is but the longest day
Earth is right there somewhere we can say

Earth is just for sure the place to stay

“And to the glimmer in the sky that catches all the watchful eyes, but can not see who’s in disguise watching your Earth’s demise. Knowing that it is too late to save it from its own red tape and suddenly …. it’s goodbye.”

Heaven is the right way
Hell is just the wrong way
Earth is just the perfect way to be

Earth is just for sure the place for me

Piercing Look (Smoking Gun)

PIERCING LOOK (SMOKING GUN) Written by Carroll Bryant

I broke your heart
That’s just the way that it is
It’s the way that it goes
When love isn’t in the kiss

You cried your tears
Down your face is how they flowed
It’s the way that it goes
After the story is told

I once believed in happy ever-after
Two lovers and the laughter
But now that is just a thing

I must confess I lost that feeling
And nothing is appealing
About you to me

This is how it has to be

Go take a walk
Go write your book
Go straight to hell
You have got a piercing look

Go straight to bed
Go kiss the crook
Go tell the tale
You have got a piercing look

No smoking gun can stand before the alter
Run before you falter
No wedding bells in the land of Gibraltar
Fathers hide your daughters
Love in exchange for dollars

Traffic jam on the highway of hate
Hell freezes over
Heaven can’t wait

It’s a bloody mess
And the blood is on the virgins dress
It’s all in your head

The feeling is already dead

All that you have earned
All that you have learned
All that you have took
You have got a piercing look

And in America, is like the rest of the world
Boy meets the girl
And there is pain
Communism and the rain
It’s all disguised and gone to shame

Love is like sweet cocaine and cheap champagne

No smoking gun can linger forever
Never saying never
Victims of the scene
Nowhere to run but to your clever endeavors
Put it in your letter
Feeling better with the most obscene

Go take a walk
Go write your book
Go straight to hell
You have got a piercing look

Go straight to bed
Go kiss the crook
Go tell the tale
You have got a piercing look

No smoking gun can be your ammunition
If not for your ambition
Your soul would sell your soul
And one by one
The brain becomes your spasm
The heart is your orgasm

Your soul will take your soul