The grass is always greener
As far as you can see
but you always sit there whining
Why him and why not me?

A better job a better life
A better house and car
You know just what you have to do
If you're gonna get that far

If you want to make an omlette
You have to break an egg or two
You have to work to earn it
Not just sit there feeling blue

Nothing is a given
You rarely move on up by chance
You've got to get a handhold
Go grab life by the pants

Just sitting waiting idly
Never gets the job done well
You can not sit and listen
You have to ring that bell

If you want to make an omlette
You have to break an egg or two
You have to work to earn it
Not just sit there feeling blue

One who sits and wonders
Why someone else gets all the fame
Has never tried to leave the bench
And get into the game

Stay hungry, do your damndest
Do not strive for second place
But, if you don't move at the starters gun
You're not even in the race

If you want to make an omlette
You have to break an egg or two
You have to work to earn it
Not just sit there feeling blue

Sorrow, the black bird on her shoulder,
she cleverly  hid, when they first met.*
It was flying around her stiff corpse,
they found in a train coach unclaimed.

i am feel really shock today
for when i opened my eyes
another month has gone away
i do not know nor do you all
how many months i have left
but those i do i will be making sure
that i tell you one and all
and if i can do nothing else
i would like to see the world
at peace.

no last words--
     i open her blank eyes
     dry of tears

30,000 feet + monstrous clouds
Between me
And the ground.
Ears crackling like a deserted radio signal

These people & I
Up in the high

All the way up.

We've got nothing to do &
Nowhere to go

It's a quiet late afternoon
An orange ambient sky
+ you & I

Under the oak tree in
My family's ranch

Coming from toxic homes and
Chemical airs and dying American dreams

Coming from crying-baby apartments
And alcohol-bottle floors

Both laying down here thinking we
Hadn't had a fair chance

Until we found each other.

And as the sun sinks into the land
Our shade spreads out everywhere

And as the cars create a muffled roar
Just past the tree-line,
I think,

"Maybe one day we'll be
Anywhere but here"

wallowing in myself

the rain stops outside
been at it for days.

I walk
to my bathroom everytime
and everytime
the tarantula creeps or darts from
under the toilet seat

and then his little brother from out
the sink drain; I'm on the crazy train now
appalled, I die back into my room

It's raining again.

When i was young
i was very green
greener than that hill i played on
****** till 23 but i would not change that
for everything i had was good
did not have space invaders
or any games like that
all i had was a sense of being me
pure of heart my summers where always good
i am sure now my friends felt just like me
i would not change anything of these years
for i was just young that was the way it was
or so it seamed to me
but to me with coming on of my old age
things have change
and that black old dog came knocking on my door
that black old dog knew my name
and i am growing old and i want to go on
i just do not know
how many of you
might feel the same
just this old man called Paul

do you find
words are moving
and falling all over the floor
do you find those words
now you need more
so pick them up
you can do so much more
with that paper
and them there words