Black Coin
I’m killing time, till time kills me
No one knows who will succeed
Wealth buys time, till time runs out
Whose to say what it’s all about
When you’re killing time
Killing time
Killing time
It’s killing time
Ten thousand years, is the price
Black coin banked under shale and stone
We spent it all, on magic beans
But magic beans don’t grow
Pretty lies and fairy tales
Wrapped in soiled flags
Black coin seeps, like poison creeps
and balance found will fail
(Wake up!)
Species dying
Children crying
State fathers lying
Lobbyists buying
The earth is frying
Ten thousand years, is the price we pay
Corruption has no shame
Faceless, voiceless, nameless . . .
PAIN!
Peerless, fearless, short-list . . .
SHAME!
Can’t put it back–black coin ill-spent
Ten thousand years, at detriment
Down in the earth, buried deep
Down where the demons sleep
Down where God can’t speak
Black coin spent, our soul to keep
So as you sow, so shall you reap
So as you sow, your children weep
Just killing time, as black coin seeps
Just killing time
Killing time
Killing time
It’s killing time
Kim Harrison 2019
Footprints Of The Ghost
The ghost is leaving footprints
In the sunshine
Past the gate
Choices made in ignorance
Lead to aberrant
Twists of fate
Pain looks for a vessel
Tracking footprints
For a mate
And she goes . . .
Dancing . . .
Barometer is falling (Rain in the desert)
Sun rises red (Out of time, out of place)
Trouble is a coming (Look at her go)
Dancing to dangerous music (The footprints of a ghost)
Rain is falling (Rain in the desert)
Sun rises red
Pain looks for a vessel (He will take you if he can)
Don't look forward (Don't stop dancing)
Don't look back (Or the worlds are damned)
Didn't know the burden
Didn't mean
to give you wings
Faultless soul will damn the world
Morally wrong
Might not be sin
Barometer is falling (Rain in the desert)
Sun rises red (Out of time, out of place)
Pain's become your savior (Don't stop dancing)
Refuse to follow where you're led (Dancing)
The line begins to blur
When you look to far ahead
When you're the footprints of a ghost (No one told me)
Kim Harrison 2005
Red Ribbons
You are my secret.
You will lead to my fall.
But I want you to know,
Before truth's past recall.
Self-cursed to watch you,
By a choice made in sin.
Didn't know the cost I'd paid,
Till I saw you again.
A
thief in the spotlight,
Stealing motes of your life.
Lying that you gave me them.
A
double-edged knife.
Hear you sing through the curtain. (You're mine, in some small
fashion.)
See you smile through the glass. (You're
mine, though you know it not.)
Wipe your tears in my thoughts. (You're
mine, bond born of passion.)
No amends for the past. (You're mine, yet
wholly you.)
Didn't know it would consume me. (By your will.)
No one said the hurt would last. (By your will.)
No one told me. (By your will.)
No one told me.
When desire's sold for freedom,
And need's exchanged for fame,
Those bargains made in ignorance,
Turn to blood-stained dreams of shame.
Red ribbons bind us,
Though no blood has been spilt.
No one told me they were wove of thorns.
No one told me of the guilt.
No one told me bonds of blood,
Were too poisonous to wilt
Realized I was empty,
When a memory kept my place.
Left looking in the window.
Red ribbons hide my face.
Hear you sing through the curtain. (You're mine, in some small
fashion.)
See you smile through the glass. (You're
mine, though you know it not.)
Wipe your tears in my thoughts. (You're
mine, bond born of passion.)
No amends for the past. (You're mine, yet
wholly you.)
By way of my will. (By way of your will.)
By way of my will. (By way of your will.)
By way of my will. (By way of your will.)
Kim Harrison 2004
The Long
Breath
I can’t read the map that shows your salvation
Torn by your claim to a bloodless frustration
I stole it from you. It’s smudged and it’s
burned
The roads don’t connect, no matter how turned
And it don’t lead to nowhere
Cause you live in hell
But it’s all that I’ve got
So I’ll keep turning
Turn, turn around
See me here, lost, forsworn
A fistful of roses
Long wilted and torn
Struck to the quick with a hope-bloodied thorn
While you wait for me
My mind’s turning
The dust in your veins is an unseen ocean
Turned as the tide by the pull of emotion
Leaves lose their green to show their true hue
Fallen sun, risen moon, the same do to you
My passion, my fear
Shift to show what remains
Your shadows of truth
Keep me turning
The man with the smile, he says it’s okay
We’ll all live together, in kinship today
I see in your eye, the lie that remains
Half-truths unspoken. There’s safety in
chains
Loosing your passion
To live free of pain
Will twist you to madness
Am I turning?
Turn, turn around
God, why do I stay?
Blinded by rapture
Death’s subtle decay
Sooner be dead, than your protege
Turn, turn around
Spiral helix falls prey
To the taste of your soul
Consummate betray
Why is it wrong, to want you this way?
Turn, turn around
Turn around
See me . . .
Waiting for you.
Kim Harrison 2003
Shattered Sight
A spirit is chained when alone and apart
Though one graced with flesh, one with a heart
Can search
Can love
Can find
Can lose
But being without flesh, I only can choose
Grandfather reborn into his child's son
That is how it is usually done
We looked down through time, from God's mighty
peak
Together we pondered, "To which life should we
leap?"
Wanting to slip from the family line's woes
I jumped to a new one
You kept to the old
I learned too late what I lost with the rest
I loved you best
I loved you best
So I chose, and I leapt, and I promptly forgot
Amnesia, the blessing of angels was wrought
Left with a want that I couldn't explain
As I struggled to speak, and learn my new name
Is it no wonder the newborn cry?
The choice was real
The chance a lie
Fragments of you, splinters in dreams
Analysis tears them apart at the seams
For shattered sight clears only when in God's
Keep
But you never will wait
My harsh words cut you deep
Spirits kept unknowing, lifetimes left to fill
But I loved you then
And I love you still
Searching through the eons to make the wrong
right
Scent triggers memory to mend shattered sight
Splinters weave together, pieces fall into place
We both would remember if I touched your face
Sift the clues from the dust, from my lives, of my
will
I loved you then
I love you still
Kim Harrison 2002