To my mother… You are the woman who in my eyes personifies spring ‘Cause 1984 was the birth of a bird you taught so hard to sing But now I'm singing opera but all the ballads are about you I don't need an orchestra because those sounds get absorbed too soon And my songs will obliterate theaters because love reverberates like sonic booms My notes they float and find the energy to travel this world around And sing to the planet's masses about the woman who gave me sound The woman who gave me all 5 senses and always taught me about the 6th That special bond between man and mother after conception always exists But this 6th cannot be converted to words or sentences on this page Because the chemistry of this love no encyclopedia can explain
Drs and scientists study this anomaly, the properties of which they marvel It makes no sounds, it has no mass, but appears both passionate yet harmful This polarity of love can be attributed to the relationship between sun and earth Both exist as separate orbs, but leave questions of which came first? Mother Earth, she gave birth to what we now call the Son He was a star, whom she adored, but for him to grow he needed love So she fed his hunger and now her Son has enriched her soul with illumination The beams of day enrich her life beyond her wildest imagination Many people feel that mother earth is a peasant to the Son Her orbit appears inferior and subservient to some But her travels are not to suggest she is bowing before her youth But merely watching his growth and ensuring her love is spread with rays of truth For the warmth and light is not created from the Son in space alone For the Son is merely reflecting the love that his mother has always shown The brightness echoes for eternity... the entire universe will always know That for every twinkling star you see, a mother kindled that nurtured glow
It was harvested and protected and she loved and kept him safe for all the ages Brought vision to eyes, sounds to ears, hopes for dreams, locked fear in cages Hugs for trouble, kisses for bruises, food for hunger, blanket for chills Sensor to violence, laughter to silence, safety to eyelids, money to bills
My mother earth, my world, the first encounter with a female heroin Always killed the horse in my closet so I could sleep soundly in my bed again Speckled cuts and first degree burns... the cost of a home cooked meal The hands of a girl become a woman as the calluses begin to peel Once a boy, forever a man, I remember the loving gestures I took for granted All the things I refuse now but when I was a boy they were demanded I know it's just a part of life that we’ve traveled together and wandered But these are the journeys that I'll embrace and repeat the day I become a father
I know I don't reflect the warmth or shine that you implanted with loving hands I feel I often emit a much dimmer light, but I noticed your skin is always tan You’re my earth and I'm your sun, men aren't from Mars nor women from Venus Mars is red, Venus is blue and only the umbilical cord has come between us I hope that I have provided the light that you have always wanted to see I'm only half the man compared to the woman I've always wanted to be
We both ignore horoscopes because our love surpasses the test of time We'll cheat on that test together and leave god's classroom with open minds And I know we'll get an A together because we're experts of our life lessons Although sometimes we don't know the answers so we just resort to guessing So maybe we'll have to stay after class because we failed to pay attention Mom, I'll spend 3 forevers with you, writing on the blackboard in god's detention But I know god will smile when he goes to correct both of our tests Revealing the words, "Matthew loves Barbara"... etched upon his desks...
