rhythm and rock

rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock, ( 4 counts of a heartbeat)
No more precious tears or moments wasted dripping down this clock

rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
Meter no longer broken nor nearing that red flashing block

rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
Now that I've slowed it down a likkle we'll arrive at the plot

rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
I've melted the icicle so now we can finally talk

in my mind it went something like this:
"she flapped her wings then it was storming
batted her lashes , and ships went swarming"
oy! yes indeed these are extremes
but they're not only silly fables taken from our dreams
this is history, this is real,
this is truth.
and it's what happens when loves uprooted
when a lover is betrayed or even
when a unrequited desire lies stricken, dead.

i'm here today cuz
it's the lack of communication mixed with fear
which causes things to get so complicated
and it's what often brings us here,
to this point, to the apex of sorts,
of the broken heart.

the discovery of deceit boils blood of many
but the heart of holy man shall not take part in revenge.
i made that up. I told that to myself
so I wouldn't be the one of those females filled with disdain,
blocking my blessings and leave them to collect cobwebs on the shelf
Said to myself "it's all for the better",
til I spied you two in some dodgey little corner.
I mean you didn't' even try to hide it
Or not tell every single person I had to confide in.

I fussed, I fought, but only from within,
cuz I couldn't let you know how bad the wound had deepened.
Went through the cycle of it all,
denial, anger, the grief, but not that great fall
from grace and mercy cuz someone heard my call

i was comfortable, content and beyond a worry's snare
until you showed your face again and dragged me down here.
What am I saying? I mean, I was there before.
but i'm watering my pastures and shall soon settle in green.

now looking back I feel for you. I'll admit, I hurt you at times
and hope that my forgiveness now will allow you to
move on and seek help and become a better man rather than
some slap-me-sad bamma going nowhere two years out of his five-year plan.

So now that we've spoken and you still haven't changed I am left with only this to say
that I will no longer take part in your melee or continue to be the other broad standing in your way.
my rock and rhythm shall never again be moved
by such thoughtless and bane-isms of your hard, manipulative, and putrid soul.