Churchyard Crows: Lyrics and Poems

By Judson Klein

Its curiosity and what happens if you think outside the box by walking into the unknown and when you touch the darkness without fear.

As for this Person whos a busy bee, running away from its lifes duties by hiding in the past to delete the present to discover how to deal with tasks at hand, say only four words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524606770

Judson Klein

Judson is a writer of music, poetry and literature with a history of performing at open mics, coffee shops, book stores, small festivals and clubs. He grew up immersed in nearly all genres of literature, with a fondness for the classics. A graduate of Utica College, the author’s works span a spectrum of science fiction, memoirs, poetry, fiction and short stories. His efforts continue to capture – or somehow express – that which cannot be put into words.

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© 2016 Judson Klein. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 05/30/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0678-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0679-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0677-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016907376

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Contents

Spaces

Ephemeral

Fanatic’s Penance

Sunday Afternoon

Dissonant Harmony

The Thing That Haunts Me

Our Fathers

Snake Oil

Sam and Sara

Skein

The Ghost of Mary Easty

Restitution

By the Spoon

Churchyard Crows

Doubt

Natural Selection

DDT (Devil Dances Through)

Auspices

Beauty in Darkness

Syntax

Shadows

Upon Deaf Ears

Shelf-Life

Darkroom

Essick’s Sermon

October Girls

One Time

Paradox

(Here’s to) Today

Shapes in Light

March Sky

Someday

Anyway

Binder

The Willow

Above Water

Another World to Me

Beyond Words

Tears in Rain

Nothing After

No Pictures

Careless

Take No Action

I See Everything

Vessel

Blind Spots

Creativity

I Just Work Here

The Real World

Singularity

Event Horizon

Incarnation

Other People

The Cynic and the Wise Man

On That Day

A Sense of Destiny

Seeds

1 a.m.

Logos

Sell-out Song

Night, Cold

It’s On

Still Myself

I Don’t, Who, Nobody Cares

Phrasing a Pond

This World Has Murdered My Soul

The Lake

Not Where I Am

From a Window

Little Spider

The Fast

Who Are They?

Curbside Flowers

Comes the Winter

Autumn’s Song

The Inconvenience Store

Fly in the Ointment

Another Poem About Rain

Used To Be

Cars

My Last Sunrise

Come Along

Separate Lives

Forever, My Darling

The Clock

The Way I Feel

About the Author

All lyrics and poems by Judson Klein except parts of Dissonant Harmony;

derived from Chinese proverbs, parts of Ghost of Mary Easty; drawn from 17th century colonial letters, and Essick’s Sermon; arranged from the sermons of 19th century Reverend Abraham Essick. Doubt tells the story of an ancient Zen koan.

Hear the music at:

Soundcloud.com/Judson-Klein

and

Reverbnation.com/JudsonKlein

Contact author at:

[e-mail]

To every small-timer with a limitless imagination.

Spaces

Life’s a stream along the river

and washed along with tears

and we feel it’s something that should alienate us

and last throughout the years

although we turn in the same direction

one could never tell

that a single mind’s a world inside its own

and thinks it’s just as well

the faces I’ve seen with spaces between

they glance and look away

and if they could live just a moment of another’s life

what would they say?

these lines are deep like motes around us

a bridge was made to burn

eternity can last a while ‘till we

give someone else their turn

we’re older now and less together

these feelings drift apart

though we fight, deny and lose we wander

back to the place we start

the faces I’ve seen with spaces between

they glance and look away

and if they could live just a moment of another’s life

what would they say?

I can’t fit you into my space until I’m

sure about myself

‘till these hopes and dreams come true tomorrow

and sweep this dusty shelf

the faces I’ve seen with spaces between

they glance and look away

and if they could live just a moment of another’s life

what would they say?

Ephemeral

Vinyl shade

pulled almost down

black flies

on the screen

another hour in these confines

lost

within a dream

years swish by without you

a wait

I may regret

you have a stake within my soul

although

we’ve never met

do you speak

do you think

of what I need to hear?

a flower in a calotte

firmaments in your eyes

do you know do you feel

do you even live

just someplace I’ve never been

shed a tear for nothing

a verse bereft of rhyme

a prayer for the ephemeral

‘till I run out of time

is smog beyond these clouds

on the brighter side I’m burned

are walks through waves with hands in hands

another bid returned

do you speak

do you think

of what I need to hear?

a flower in a calotte

firmaments in your eyes

do you wait do you hear

do you even breathe

someday I hope your face will come

from out

between these ears

Fanatic’s Penance

When I was but a child

bewildered by the world around me

I heard of the divine