Anyone need a heart?
Cos mine up for rent
It's not being used anyway
Thought I'd give it up for Lent

But then I figured what the heck
I'm sure there's someone who's in need
I'm not asking very much
Just got bills to pay and mouths to feed

But it comes with some conditions
precautions if you will
Be sure that when you give it back
at least its beating still

You shouldn't have to be too careful
its got tougher over time
Why should you risk breaking yours
you can always just break mine

It always seems to fix itself
eventually at least
But for now the vultures of my past
have had their final feast.

So come on folks, who wants a piece
oh didn't I explain
In the time it took to write this
it got broken once again.

****** thing, where's the duct tape...

And the music fell like rain from an unseen apartment somewhere in the quarter.
Warm summer rain.
Light and refreshing.

The kind of rain you didn't mind getting wet in and soaked to the skin with.

A single Saxophone.

A single Saxophone played not just with the lips and the fingers and the lungs, but with the soul.

Its delicate melody trickled down the rooftops and overflowed onto the streets below.
Somewhere in this labyrinth of alley ways and courtyards and balconies was a poet.

A poet in love.

A musical poet.

A musical poet creating rhyme and rhythm and feeling with just a handful of notes and a heart full of passion.

For though there were no words to accompany this music you knew, you just knew what was being said.
Every drop of rain, every note had a purpose, a message. A message that carried you off and made you forget. Forget where you were, where you were going and all the things that made life not so good. You forgot all that and let it be washed away by the rain.

And you closed your eyes

And you smiled

And you felt like dancing, right there in the street, a slow dance, a gentle sway.

And as quickly as you noticed it, it stopped.

Then you felt the chill

The first drop, the second.

Then it really did rain, the heavens truly opened.

And you closed your eyes

And you smiled

You remember the good old days
the days during the war
When there was still a thing called homelessness
and everyone seemed poor

You'd work all day and half the night
just so you'd get by
And then they'd send your job abroad
or give it to a cheaper guy

Your money would buy less and less
cos things cost more and more
And everyone felt scared
but why we were not sure

Economies went through the floor
the whole world was in debt
Even things like land and real estate
were no longer a safe bet

Oh how I miss those happy days
so much better then than now
Hang on a sec whats that up there
is it a flying pig or cow?

I think I should have
been born in the past
not just so my life
would have a new cast

Because often I feel
somewhat out of place
A reminder of earlier days
for this race

Days when our work
was all done at home
On horse or in buggies
is how we would roam

We'd grow our own food
raise our own stock
and keep time by the chime
of a grandfather clock

We'd sit on the porch
and we'd read or we'd write
and have deep conversations
on into the night

We'd fish in the pond
and swim in the creek
and shingle the roof
whenever it leaked

We'd not have no money
but be richer than most
And thank god for our fortune
with grace and a toast

We'd sit by the fire
in winter when cold
and live happy together
right 'til we got old

Then when the time came
for our maker to see
We'd get laid to rest
in the plot 'neath the tree

The trouble with Trouble
is many things
sometimes she just kinda
gets under your skin

And you know that its wrong
and you know it aint right
but you can't help but think
about her all night

And the next thing you know
you get crazy ideas
that don't make any sense
but at least are sincere

So what do you do
when Troubles all you see
do you go and find out
how much trouble she'll be?

How does someone get past not being there
How do you get over missing out
There's no way to turn back the clock
No way to erase the doubt

Did I make the right decision
Leaving my old life behind
To pursue a selfish happiness
I thought I'd never find

Never once did I forget you
I wrote and called and tried
but every step to keep in touch
was bitterly denied

Ironically now here we are
together once again
A father and son
the years passed almost ten

Each day I think of days I missed
of firsts I'll never see
and hope one day you'll understand
so I can forgive me.

Love and lust are fickle things
oft bought and sold for diamond rings
Sometimes confused one for each other
although not twins they could be brothers

I've tasted both and have to say
there has to be a better way
Connections made both near and far
could lead me to anam cara

A stronger bond that knows no end
anam cara is my soul friend
One who loves the essence of me
who opens my eyes that I might see

Who challenges me to look at myself
to read every book that sits on my shelf
My anam cara, my souls friend
awaits for me, round lifes next bend.