It has been a long time since I felt loved
So long, that I have forgotten the feeling
I remember the smile that would melt your soul
The passionate kiss that was completely intoxicating
I remember the pain, the pain is fresh
Wounds still healing, only to become scars
Like tattoos on the inside, forever present
The name now covered with an ocean
And flowers soon faded
Memories and beliefs forever under skin
Webs of deception, love and hate
Symbols of life, pictures of fate
The stars shine bright through the fire
Family over my heart, to stay
Loyalty and love to them forever
In my hands are freedom and liberty
Strength and courage close behind.
I do not regret the love I have given
And I have truly given it all
The good memories remain
The bad memories slowly fading
Healing begins as seasons change
(c) 2006 CJG

Luck

Some say a rainbow is lucky, but I am not sure if that’s so
Some say the number seven is lucky, but me, well I really don’t know
I once met a dog, and his name was “lucky” but he only had him three legs
Is that so unlucky? I only have two and ill still be walking for days.
Theres lucky charms, and bad lucky black cats
And Lucy, she lives down the block
Shes really quite pretty, and I might get lucky
If with these two legs I could talk
You see im quite un lucky, as you well know
For I was born without  tongue, and the tinyest mouth
and I cannot talk with lovely lucky Lucy
So here in my lawnchair Ill pout.

Being Alone

Being alone is a hard thing to do
For many grand and different reasons
Some people cant handle the thoughts in their heads
So they seek out the crowds that drown the feelings
But I you know, im sure of one thing
If someone hates being alone
Then they will never be a healthy companion
B’cause they cant deal with them selves on their own
They seek out another, a crutch or a vice
To distract them from what is inside
It works for a season but never for long
B’cause inner troubles, unlike people, cannot be hid, or out ran
So I say if you say that you cant be happy alone
Then work on yourself ‘til you can.

Scary Sanchez

On a dusty old road in old mexico
I found myself face to face with a beetle
He was not so ugly, nor very good looking
Just something sort of there in the middle
And he hitched a ride in a small metal box
That I carry right here in my pocket
Not because I want to, but because he complained
About being too cramped in my locket

He told me his name was Scary Sanchez
And “sir” he said “don’t you forget it”
“Im headed up north from this desert below”
“nothing happens if I do not let it”
“ I see that your laughing” he said with a scowl
“that tequila will go to your head”
“you may tell this story but it wont be believed”
“because beetles cant talk when theyre dead”

Pistols

I own seven hundred diff’rent types of lovely handguns
And twenty seven thousand more bullets
I like hunting deer, I like hunting unicorns
I like shooting guys with bad mullets
This pistol is loaded
Its under my pillow
And ill blow you to bits
If you sneak in my window.

Rainboots

My my rainboots are made out of rubber,
But no, not the birth control kind.
They have quite the texture of blubber,
But for them a whale has not died.
Ive got several kinds in all different colors
All dotted and strip’ed and theyre mine.
Yes strangers get mad when I jump into puddles
But they're rain boots, and in rain, they shine.
(c)2010 CJG