You push me down
You throw me around
I dont make a sound
I dont want it to come back around

I get cut up
I wrap it up
I sew it up
While I fill your cup

Every drink
Every bottle
Every shot
Every trouble

Stays in my mind
You wont get away this time
Cross that line
And it will be your last time

You gave me scars
You gave me wounds
You damaged my mind
The forever doom

But I got you back
And now youre under
What do to think of that
Didnt hear my thunder

Ah, Timothy dear friend
Did she steal your heart
Cut you with those razor eyes of beauty
Break you in two
You’re just a man, mere mortal
Never in this world could you tie her down
No jewels, no cars, no house
Just free to take your soul
But you’ve been lucky dear friend
Bittersweet it may feel
No flesh to console
Just a heavy heart
Ah, Timothy dear friend
The game of love is cruel
But would you change it
No
We all want to be on
If only for a time
That beautiful journey.

two ways
either **** him
or worship him..

A Story From Nam

We were seventeen or eighteen in Nam
we became friends forever.
No more than friends.
Soldiers get closer than wives.
We went to sleep saying
I love you man.
We switched letters
For our girlfriends.
In case… well just in case.

The bullets rained
in the clearing that night.
I can still see the tracer lights.
Guys fell down all around me.
Crying everywhere.
Air power cleared them away.

I looked for Joe he was lay there.
I held him close
like a baby as he left us.
His last words
I love you man.
I whispered to him
Not as much
as I love you Man
.
I did not notice I had been hit.
After six months I returned home.
In West Virginia his beautiful girl
Opened the door of a small trailer.
She had a baby boy in her arms.
Her blue eyes welled with tears.
I passed the unopened letter to her.
I lied and said the blood
on it was mine.

She passed the baby
to me to hold
As she read the letter.
I kissed his tiny forehead.
And said see buddy
You’re not dead at all
I love you Man.

Crash
   Bang
       Boom
     My loves
   the sound
of doom