There is no magic in the world
If there was, I’d be on Woodland Avenue With an endless dollar in my pocket. There is no magic in the world If there was, i’d be strong and limber And healthy as a horse With beautiful thrown into the bargain. There is no magic in the world If there was I could make everything better For everyone who is ill or hurting. There is no magic in the world So I must make the best of Where I am and how I feel And try to maybe touch another heart. That would be my very own magic. ljm
I offered you my hand - you spit in it
I said I’d walk along with you - you tripped me and I fell I tried to sing the song you wrote - you unplugged the microphone I told the world how great you are - you told them I’m a liar I tried to follow on your path - you covered it with broken glass I sent you every cent I owned - you never cashed the check I mailed you all my hopes and dreams - it came back postage due I got the message finally - I gathered up my love and walked away ljm
Love is a gift that will sometimes not be accepted.
Burning at the very gates of Heaven,
The raging flames of **** engulf What two wars and the plague Could never ****. Brought down by a careless worker Who must learn to live With what he’s caused, While a city falls down to its knees. Precious Paris, you wept with us When the Twin Towers fell, so now We reach out for your trembling hand In comfort and in sorrow shared. LJM
I lived through a Cathedral fire where I work, and I know the heartbreak, so my heart goes out to Paris. They may not always treat us nicely but they don't deserve this.
The moon’s still high In the dawning sky
And the streetlights cut the gloom. I go for a walk and a mental talk That sweeps my mind like a broom. The desert air, to which none can compare Banishes all thoughts of doom I walk the street to an eager beat Like a Bride on the way to her Groom. ljm
Every morning I walk. Once in a while I rhyme.
The cygnet scorns the swan
And swims in ever wider circles. Downstream roars the waterfall And overhead a falcon swoops. ljm
Ahh the perils of a teenage daughter spreading her wings.
There once was a fellow from Lauglin Who went to the bar once too often He thought he was cool ‘Til he fell off the stool And ended up in a pine coffin. ljm
It’s easy to be the biggest wheel,
Passing out the lollipops Stolen from the little kids. It’s not difficult to save the world, When the whole thing fits Atop your breakfast table. It’s not so hard to be a hero When your uncle runs the war And stations you in Malibu. It’s a cinch to win the prize When daddy buys up all the tickets And mom will draw the numbers. What’s really hard is to grow up And be a man of principle A man who does the thing that’s good Even though no one will see And crowds will not shout out his name. To be a man who does the work To see his vision through Without expecting miracles To make his dreams come true. The world is waiting for this man It may not even be a male But someone with a Hero’s heart Who isn’t bought with promised gold And only cares to do what’s right. Hopefully that person will be found Before the final trumpets sounds ljm
Of course it is. You know it is.