In a steaming creek bed of warm stone
lay me down in a heap all alone
feeling less occupied with the others who tried
to connect soul to soul with my own.

It was there that I sensed nature's kiss
flowing up from the ground, just pure bliss
steaming waters can seep
and I drew a breath deep
and allowed it to penetrate this:

In still waters I lay with my Lord
all my cares I had cast to the shore
it was there that He spoke
not a cad or a bloke
but my Love, and I shan't say much more.

He spoke of the feelings I had
of old thoughts which would trigger my sad
and he told me to take
all His truth and then spake
to my soul, only truth,  like a dad.

Then His Word, like a heat which can ****
any lie but quite good to me still
in plain English, God's Truth
fired fountain of youth  
and His water coursed over my will

He told me my heart was a beauty
that he made me to shine as his cutie
and that when I sing, it's the Ouray of spring
and I laughed, what a gas, God's a hootie.

So we soaked in our silence, befuddled
from my eyes to His bath, my tears puddled
that God's living water would cleanse his own daughter
so sweet, what a treat, to be cuddled

This is the year and I know that I know
that I know as if someone has told me
you've heard it before and you doubt that it's true
saying somebody selling has sold me
I'm telling my folks and they're making the jokes
with their well-meaning words and those all-knowing pokes
I've been leaving for years but what nobody hears
is that often my fears tend to hold me

You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!

So heat up the grill and slice up the steak
green peppers and onions, fajitas we'll make
and as for life's spices,whatever you wish
we all like a kick, and chipotle's delish!
cilantro is fine, tomatoes and lime,
get the measures all wrong? No matter, they rhyme
The fixings are great, life sizzles and steams
let's have us a plate and then roll in our dreams!

You can shout it all day, but your actions relay
more than anything else, if you mean what you say
You can stir up the salsa, while mixing the dip
but as for the chips let 'em fall where they may!

just saying, not saying is good
if you keep it all under the hood
when you move to mobile
need not make it global
though trailers are better than wood

Bend the ear of a wise old man
and tell him what this place is
over and over, you'll waste your time
just shouting empty phrases
He won't read lips, he's never has
he's spent his life just is he as
He's all mixed up and all that jazz
the words, his mind erases

And yet somehow I never fail to communicate frustration
it's always clear and never lost, a visual translatio

He speaks of friends he lost at war
and thinks his child is only four
incontinent and up all night
prefers you called him 'Sarge'
Sit beside him, don't you worry
let him eat without the hurry
let him lead, and listen well
you'll come to love The Sarge

Guide him gently down the aisle
He's got a limp, it takes a while
overlook the caustic tone
Commanding was his station
Now take the time to softly smile
mind your manners, march that mile;
don't patronize, but recognize
to him you're Gomer Pyle.

Someday you'll know how it'll be
if you reach that golden 93
you hope your mind will last as long
but there ain't no way of telling
They say that it is in the genes
but who knows what brings down our beans
if we lose our ears and minds
let's hope there's no one yelling

In this world of ours
there are many precious flowers
some are red.  some are pink trimmed with green
but the one I love the best
a soft precious little guest,
the one who name is said
Cleatus Jean.

I was thinking 'bout my life and how it's gonna be
Left it up to God, He put it back on me
went lookin' for direction but I'm just your average Jane
don't like all these decisions, the unknown mystifies my brain

I pondered over all the things I've done before
thought I could walk on water, knocked on every door
nothing much was scary then and nothing much was out of place
Walked by faith, and left the rest to Grace.

I'm thinking that my life here is beyond halfway
I find myself with bills I can't afford to pay
playing hard is easy, but paying back is hard to do
tracing all my steps, seems they somehow led me back to You.

When I said that I would follow, wasn't hard to do~
I stayed away from magic, idols, and taboo
and doing the right thing, the only thing that mattered
You planted the Word, and by the wind those seeds were scattered.

Turned my back on old religion, not the way for me
well you can keep your catachism and your rosary
never being sure your gonna get into the promised land,
God showed how much He loved us when He took the nails in his hand.

Your raised me out of darkness way before I'm dead
left the puzzle all undone, and lit the way instead
I'm thinking again, but far much higher this time
It's not my will but yours that I am hoping to find.

I've got some time to spend and time is on my hands
I wanna do your will and follow your commands
I know it's not by might, and not by useless power
But by your spirit I will serve to my last hour.

And as I'm on my way, just doing what I do
I'm gonna try my best and kiss it all to you
Well I make mistakes and I've seen some wicked days
but out of every darkness, your faithful love, it lights my ways

when I was a child, heard many a thing
about God in His Heaven and angels who sing
of streets paved of gold, and the one at the gate
whose keeping a record of me on a slate

the things that I do and the things that I say
It scared me to think that I'd sin anyway
and I wanted to know how the God of great love
could measure our worth by the things we think of

not knowing Him then, well I listened to men
who knew less about God than they did their own end
so I prayed to the One, asking right from my heart
tell me true, are you there, have you been from the start?

can you please help me sort through the myth and the magic
the lies of religion, the hopeless and tragic?
can you meet me right here, just where I am
in my darkness and failures, are you really I AM?

and what of the others who labor for nothing
who have not and hunger for turkey and stuffing?
on the streets, in the cold, stumbling drunk in the alleys
red-handed, white lies, and deep blues in dark valleys?

at our weakest, and numb from the heartache of losing
the ones that we love, left behind with a bruising
will I find you in throne rooms in the back of my mind
like some Wizard of Oz that I'm seeking to find?

A whisper, an answer, a thought I just had
was it me, was it You, could it be, that I'm mad?
But wait, there again, as I stifle my pride,
"Open the door and invite me inside".

"Ask Me, I'll tell you, I'll lead you along
NOT ONE WORD WAS WRITTEN, disproven or wrong"

"And as for the poor and the weak and your past
Your sins are forgiven, the first shall be last."

"I've chosen the weak things to confound the wise
I turn it around for the greatest surprise"

The ONE that I love, the dearest of all
the babe in the manger with the horse in the stall
He grew to a man and we know him as Jesus
fulfilled the great plan and wow, how he sees us

He bore all our burdens and gave us the ring,
we are his bride and HE is our King
and the more that I trust him, the more I debate
I need to ask questions regarding our fate

Is God all around us, is heaven for real
does He care for our flesh and the way that we feel?
is one day like a thousand, as thousands are lost
in the floods and the fires and the wars and the frost?

I'll wait for the answers and try to be still
like the child in the manger and the cow on the hill
I will study to find myself well in Your sight
while we sit by the fire and chat through the night

and when Christmas has finally dawned on our days
and we celebrate giving in so many ways
I must keep in mind how you wiped clean the slate
for once and for all you reopened that gate

and I must not forget though I'm often at fault
that you want me to shine, to be light, to be salt
and always remember that You are the reason
I celebrate Christmas, no matter the season.

We didn't speak much before you left
though short on words, the longing in our eyes
More oft' than not in the case of the bereft,
silence speaks a blue streak in our hearts when someone dies.

Captured there in orange
beneath the old street light
a cloud of breath exhaled
hangs heavy in the night.

Waiting on the 409
has never been this bleak
the fierce wind nips your ear lobe
and ice cold stings your cheek.

I watch you turn your collar up
your back against the bite
one hand on that coffee cup
the other out of sight.

Each morning
getting colder
the forecast is for snow
in fleece and wool you face the frost
and how I'll never know

I see you’re green
my blue faced friend
the green before the fall
you've never been about the perks
it's conscience above all.

The last thing on your mind just now
would be to get a Lynx
traffic is lame
road rage insane
And air pollution stinks.

Don't EVEN get you started
on the SUV
spews out nitrous oxide
and guzzles Texas tea.

Public parking,
another rare find
for what you get,
they rob you blind.

and what they miss
the vandal takes
leave you with migranes
the car alarm makes.

better for all
we all take the train
or one car per family
'stead of one car per brain.

Watching you stand there
with ice crystals forming
I despise all your stubborness
you NEED global warming!

I know you're no girly
my Ever-Ready mate
but my Duracel is waiting
and the 409 is late

I get out of my car
and approach you from the rear
my work cut out, without a doubt
the ice lymric is near

poetic license pending
I call for a herione's ending
like a frozen filet, without word or delay
I can lift you without even bending.

Once inside and thawing
you start in about the gas
I turn down the heat,
but turn up the seat
that's warming up your ****.

I'm all for the planet, I tell ya
and doing whatever is best
but for mornings like these
with your jewels in deep freeze
come with and we'll heat up the Quest!

Caught a glimmer of joy in your eyes, 'twas so cold
as I left on that bus, you were smiling,
though the memory's quite old and the shimmer has dulled,
it's a full-color framed, out of filing.

Sepia pictures more often I hold
old negatives covered in grime
it's a shame, though foretold, that we're all growing old
with limited space and less time.

Despite all the charm which my countenance exudes,
these tattered old blinds can't conceal
soft light filters truth from my cheap platitudes
and the good from the dark stuff I feel.

and just when I've found that my heart's been around
and left beaten, embittered and cold
here's Walter Mitty, no *** in the city
self pity is making me old.

Over there in the closet, a huge bank deposit
I'm saving for something worthwile
been trusting the Lord yet can never afford
that 'single and lovin it' smile.

The clock on wall tells me just where I stand
and it's chime brings the heartache of doom
as the seconds tick by, I can't help but cry
all alone in my heart's old dark room.

Watching my step, I tread deep within
without the desire to save face
I gaze at a skin, done by guilt of that sin
in the light of God's love and sweet grace.

Though my heart is your home I've n'er let You roam
through the passages marked 'Do Not Enter'
they lead to the room where the waft meets the loom
forming poems wherein I am the center.

The fabric you see in that heap seems to weep
burdened down with my aches and my pains
I've asked that you'd heal all this stuff while I sleep
but I wake and the damage remains

Your Spirit reminds me, at home in my heart
how you've taken my sin to the grave
it's your pleasure to clean up, yet I must forgive
and let go of the garbage I save.

Afraid now to look any further for fear
we'll discover the worst yet to come
You tell me to follow, for You hold me dear
since we're no longer two now but one.

Beginning to see how I'd lost all my hope
when I left on that bus in the rain
I forgive him for not being able to cope
without love and the will to sustain.

You Lord, my comfort have been here within
you know how my heart is in shambles
You've rolled back the stone, I'm no longer my own
and you smile though my poetry rambles.

So welcome, my friend, yes it's been quite a while
since we've bathed in the sun and run free
got a mind for preserving your beautiful smile
in my state of the heart gallery!

Jerry said today he wants to stay with you
well you can't believe what comes out of his mouth
Jerry doesn't know which way his head is to
more than likely Jerry's head is pointing south.

Jerry said someday he's gonna marry you
but he hesitates to take you on a date
Jerry says no movies that he wants to see
and diner food you get is not that great.

Jerry says
Jerry says
I don't care what Jerry says
Jerry is
what he does
if you listen to the buzz
Jerry has
been a spaz
though he's cute and all that jazz
let's see Honey put his money where his mouth is.

Jerry said he's saving for his future
and likes to hear you're saving for yourself
and though your father wouldn't say Jerry's a moocher
he's watching Jerry's actions for himself.

Jerry said tonight he's working overtime
and he won't coming home, so go to bed
Jerry says you'd better pull your weight, my dear
or expect Cubic Zirconia instead.

Jerry says
Jerry says
I don't care what Jerry says
Jerry is
what he does
if you listen to the buzz
Jerry has
been a spaz
though he's cute and all that jazz
let's see Honey put his money where his mouth is

Love would hold him in His hands,
a man whose field of knowledge spans
across the cultures of the lands
whose heart and soul He understands.

And Love would choose this lowly one
of humble heart, a fallen son
and one who's felt the pain of loss
who's slept in fields of stone and moss.

And brought him to this place of rest
where he can ponder what is best
to build his home with rusty nail
or lose the things which can't avail?

To spend his time in search of that
which fills the hollow places, at
the moment of his greatest need
a shoot broke through that tiny seed.

A drop of water from the sky
had reached the ground and fed the rye
which grew into the Living bread
and fed the famine in his head.

And Love would fill his hungry soul
with simple Truth, a burning coal
and from this rock, pure streams will flow
the living water makes men whole.

We, like sheep, have gone astray
and each one wanders his own way
it's freedom call and so, what if
our freedom calls from yonder cliff?

The grass is tall, it waves hello
while waves crash on the rocks below
the Pasture man, he knows the land
and saves his friends from sinking sand.

He leaves the flock to find the few
who've wandered out to catch a view
of life beyond the broken fence
a man feels loved and then repents.

Zzz the day
Let's let this one get away
it's okay,
gave our best to yesterday
overtime
never was my cup of tea
yet they squeeze
press the very best of me
piling on the sugar now
promising the moon and now
complaining drains
life's pleasure out of me
gimmee Z.

Skim the soup
otherwise we'll get too fat
trim the sails
and I'm off to where you're at
winter winds
sting my chin and mess my hair
better stay
wrapped in cozy blankets here
icy patches forming
on the windows
we lay warming
under covers, unaware
nothing bothers, not a care
let the phone ring
when in doubt
never mind,
I'm calling out

Stay up late
watching oldies on TV
lick the plate
leave it on the floor for me
it's okay,
make another can of soup
take a bath
and then shower off the bloop
wasting water, wasting time
waste not want not
never mind
let the toilet run and find
everything will
wait for you
you'll see~
catch your z
wait for me.

one more day to go around
nothings lost
but somethings found
the buzzing fan's
a welcome sound
draw the blinds
cause no one's gonna call
after all.

In a steaming creek bed of warm stone
lay me down in a heap all alone
feeling less occupied with the others who tried
to connect soul to soul with my own.

It was there that I sensed nature's kiss
flowing up from the ground, just pure bliss
steaming waters can seep
and I drew a breath deep
and allowed it to penetrate this:

In still waters I lay with my Lord
all my cares I had cast to the shore
it was there that He spoke
not a cad or a bloke
but my Love, and I shan't say much more.

He spoke of the feelings I had
of old thoughts which would trigger my sad
and he told me to take
all His truth and then spake
to my soul, only truth,  like a dad.

Then His Word, like a heat which can ****
any lie but quite good to me still
in plain English, God's Truth
fired fountain of youth  
and His water coursed over my will

He told me my heart was a beauty
that he made me to shine as his cutie
and that when I sing, it's the Ouray of spring
and I laughed, what a gas, God's a hootie.

So we soaked in our silence, befuddled
from my eyes to His bath, my tears puddled
that God's living water would cleanse his own daughter
so sweet, what a treat, to be cuddled.

I'm told a man from Nazereth
a carpenter, had planned His death
from somewhere way before the birth of time
would be a thing worth finishing
for none could wear His wedding ring
until the final pardon for their crime.

And taken from the midst of sin
an undeserving place I'm in
beneath the cross, I stare up at The One
whose blood poured down that gruesome day
in pain the man was heard to say
with his last breath, "That's it, My Work is Done."

They took his body torn and dead
removed the thorns which pierced his head
and crying for this Man they'd come to love
wrapped him gently in the way
as was the custom of the day
without a doubt, they questioned God above.

Now placed inside a darkened tomb
and sealed in stone by soldiers whom
could not be caught asleep lest they would pay
but something happened as He planned
His tomb was somehow left unmanned
as angels rolled the stone aside that day.

So WHO IS THIS who claims to save
in three days risen from the grave
who paid a debt which we could n'er afford~
now written into history
He wrote the world a mystery
and solved it one day, cause that's my Lord.

Fulfilling every prophecy
the Only One my heart can see
is Jesus Christ, be sure you cannot hide
I'll face Him on my dying day
my One True Love who's made a way
to cover and protect his precious bride.

Feeling now as if I'm going under,
and it's like waitin' for the other shoe to drop~
and though I know, God, still it makes me wonder,
how a simple prayer like this can make it STOP.

Psalm 23:

1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,

3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.

6 Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.


Thank you, Lord.

He bought them from his cousin
they were shiny black and new
the man was doing business
and at a fair price too.

Well they looked like patent leather
reflecting back, he smiles
he wore them out to church
and had put on several miles.

One day the skies grew darker
and the rain began to splatter
the drops absorbed into the shoes
well not a sight was sadder

For the shoes were made of paper
and his cousin bought the stock
from a man who made his livin'
shoeing feet that used to walk.

The business had been slowing
at God's Shoe store for the Saints
though reports were never glowing
he rarely got complaints.

I am told my father's cousin
owned a bar on Irving Street
and fitted many customers
while they still had living feet.

Many of the regulars
brought back their soggy shoes
I am sorry but there's no returns
can I pour you up some *****?

there is nothing like leaving
except for arriving! or both!
there is nothing like a lightning bolt
until the thunder...or both!
there is nothing like a soaking rain
until the smell of the air following! or both!
There is nothing like a winter in Florida
except for the change of all four seasons! Or both!
there is nothing like individuality
except for being one with someone you LOVE! or both!
there is nothing like ice cream
except for a good work out! or both!
there is nothing like a cold beer
except for ice cold water when you are parched! or both!
There is nothing like a chunk of dark chocolate
except for an unopened package of dark chocolate! or both!
there is nothing like chatting with you
except for actually being with you! Or both!

don'tchange
please
'cause I've always liked you
smelling how you do
I really have so

don't change
please, please
don't change
for I've always liked you
dressin'  like you do....
I really do

mmmm..mmmm..mmm.mmm.mmmm
mmmm mnmm.mmm mmm mmmm

don't change
please
don't change
'cause I've always like that old plaid shirt on you
I really do

don't change
please don't change
it's the oldest one you have
and it surely makes me glad
and you know I like to wear it sometimes too...

mmmm...mmmm..mmm.mmm
mmmm..mmmm..mmm..mmm

stay the same
stay the same old you
I have no gripe with tripe
but it's surely ripe on you

stay the same
cause you've got my eyeball blinkin'
and maybe it's my thinkin'
but I'm not afraid of stinkin'
just as long as you're alive
your old smells will do

don't change
don't change
please
don't change

but a shower would be good.

There was a time, I was a child
and I could climb the wooded wild
and see out over treetops way beyond this place called home
Now I am grown, can barely climb
but give me time and I will find
another way to rise above and see beyond this poem

The paths I loved when I was nine
are overgrown with thorny vine
and streams beside, which I would sit
polluted now and hardly fit
but give me time and I will find
another path, a sparkling stream
which winds around and satisfies
a quiet place where we can dream.

Where there's a will, there is a way
and there's a path that's yours today
and if you come upon a place that somehow seems impassable,
the answer still, the same today
That if you ask and if you pray
the things you hope for, come what may
will rarely seem impossible.

walk with me through lavender fields
the stuff which essential healing oils are extracted
relax with me in wind swept grasses
warmed with midmorning sunlight
stroll with me to forest canopy
and atop pine scented carpets
of dried Christmas tree needles
which fill my burlap drawer and closet freshener
quietly guide me over
fallen branches upon which mosses have grown
down winding paths of brown earth
brightest green leaf and fern
half a mile along we see the broken edges of blue sky
trail leading out to rocky cliff
overlooking beach strewn with driftwood
unhewn telephone pole
down the steep traversing path
to sandy shore of the tiniest pebbles
where tall orange rocky formations rise from
waters like islands....
walking along the water's edge
leave our footprints
where no one else has stepped today
enjoy every moment
the stuff which up until now we have only
gazed upon trough our windowed world
of yearly calendars.

Well I can see the sadness in your eyes
though I will not share your darkness, drinking in those subtle lies
call me friend, but I'm not with you and I know,
how you just keep telling others that you're out there in the snow
in the cold, when you've got fires right here inside
lots of love to keep you going, keep you warm and satisfied.

And I've heard the stuff that beckons from the grave
all the guilt that you have carried, while your friends all say you're brave
time to lay it down and listen to the truth  
there's no point in hanging on to broken promises of youth.

being true
feeling blue
being you,
keep on walking in a circle  
till you're done then come on through
being free
is the key
letting go of what you see
hanging on to what you hope for
in the end here's where you'll be

You are strong and you are good and you are kind
got more love within your pinky than the stuff you left behind
and I urge you just to let bygones be gone
sometimes love can pull the trigger, though so sorry, we are blind.
You've got years ahead to practice what I preach
stuff I've learned from all you've taught me,  now it's all within your reach.
Turn the page and take a lesson from the past
we are not the stuff we've lived and life is more than what's been cast.

being true
being blue
being you,
keep on talking in a circle  
till you're done , then come on through
being free
love's the key
letting go of what you see
hanging on to what you hope for
in the end here's where you'll be

o'er the air from bachelor pad
without a doubt, some magic passed
reminding me of all I've had
the sweet familiar spell was cast

never to be and never it was
though I allowed that thing to form
a snug cocoon of fizzy fuzz
and I within, kept safe and warm

from that which dwells at closer range
the butterflies, the nervous twitch
the scary stuff, the dreaded mange
the things which make my eyeballs itch.

the older men are lonely now
you look at me with eyes renewed
you had your day, yet when somehow
you glance my way, I come unglued.

for where were you when I was young
and less afraid and less undone?
and where was I when you were young
and most of all far less undone?

for those divorced, I'll say again
are hitched to freedom, n'er to stray
those my age, the married men
and never marrieds, keep away!

so here am I, he was so good
the only one my eyes could see
the only one who understood
and not an itch but pleasantry.

i guess he heard too much one day
and knew the thing which held my hope
he'd heard my heart and ran away
no diamond ring  nor to elope

and so, the ugly facts remain
I know them well, it makes me sad
not into me, his loss, my gain
and all my life, that's all I've had.

Now you've filled up all your neediness
without a real lover
hey there now, that's your business
between you and Freedom's cover
as for wimin, you don't need 'em
'cause you've sworn off love for livin'
and for sure you love your Freedom
to these ends you watch your giving.
Now you're turning up the music
and then you're surfing through your favorites
and flipping through the channels
and those periodic moments
gotta catch up on your reading
organize your book collection
get your Ebay up and running
you can do without direction
or distraction or attention
just keep on running with the wind
in your fringe...
with the wind in the arms of your long haired fringe.

With the last bit of the glue
fixed my sculpture of you
which inspired in me a sweet song
and you know that I cared
and with caution repaired
but it seems that I got
the feet wrong.

If it's true what they say
about people,
how we tend to be set in our ways,
and therefore in time
like the lemon and lime
grow more sour
with the passing of days,

then my sculpture of you
is endearing
left foot to leg on the right
and the right foot stuck well
to the left leg from hell
will inspire a fight not a flight.

sooner or later
you come to the place where it's
later and still you've got nothing to lose~

consider your life
and decide if there's something
that house on the hill or a wife if you choose~

but if it's much later
and maybe you're feeble,
a geezer, unlikely to dream, nevermind~

just look to the children
help when you're able
encourage the ones who are lagging behind~

cling to the present
and make the days happy
do what you can to bring someone a smile~

sooner or later
you'll come to the place where
it's later so better make sooner worthwhile~

Semolina!
your'e the queena my cold morning
Sweet Farina!
Cream of Wheat without adorning
and no one makes it like my mom
who has a knack
for food transforming
she melts the butter in a lake
and the mountains are so warming

Semol----ina,
Semolina I love you

Sweet Wheatina!
how you stick with me
all morning
in the steama
from the ***
us kids were swarming
and we loved the one who
got us up
and sent us bundled off
to school
well you made us feel
much happier
since the lunch was not as cool

Semoli----na,
My Semolina
I love you
Semoli----na,
My Semolina
I love you

Semolina
well you're the queena my cold morning
and i do dreama
'bout how far you came
to warm me
cause your the creama
all the crops
grown out
in Italy
and I'm thankin
' God for
every grain
from you to me.

Semoli---na
Semolina, I love you
Semoli---na
Semolina, I love you

Semolina!

House needs updating
Home Depot is becoming
home away from home.

the one thing that I've wanted
eludes me to this day
I drive around just looking
with nothing much to say
the ones that have it, earned it
while the others, we just pray
for the one thing that we wanted
but eludes us to this day~

Aye, the one thing that we wanted, but eludes us to this day!

well you take the road to riches
and ****** well you may
find the path that intersects it
when your greed gets in the way
and blindly turn aside
when all the beggars plead, "Oi Vey'!
you've got the one thing that they've wanted
but eludes them to this day~

Aye,the one thing that they've wanted but eludes them to this day!

while I wait around just hoping
that my wages serve me well
and try to keep the heat down
while the gas bill goes to hell
not the thing I really needed
but the one that keeps me warm
it's my thermal underwear~
and all that's clinging to my form~

Aye, her thermal underwear is all that's clingin' to her form!

I pull myself together
in the early morning light
and layer on and layer up
'cause this has been my plight
the news guy says it's snowing and
Long Island's in a freeze, Geez
the last thing that I needed
and it's right up to my knees~

Aye, the LAST thing that she needed and it's right up to her knees!

So I'll boil a *** of water
and I'll fill me up a tub
and I'll soak my father's daughter
till there's nothin' left to scrub
and when I'm toasty warm and ready
then I'll climb back in the bed
close my eyes and dream of summer
and the one thing in my head~

Close her eyes and dream of summer and the one thing in her head!
It's the one thing that I've wanted, but forever left unsaid.

he takes the wheel
and she's left standing there weeping
he won't turn back
that's just the way that he feels
it doesn't matter much, 'cause soon she'll be sleeping
time and again her heart heals.

waiting around
well she'll wait for a season
seasons will pass
thinks it's all in her head
she buys a calendar and ponders the reason
some things are best left unsaid.

This is her song
though the music is fleeting
and these are the words that are harder to sing
she'll write about it since there's nobody reading
nobody's needing a thing.

another mistake with a miserable ending
questioning why she's left standing alone
she pours out her heart to the woman who's tending
love has a mind of it's own.

Here are some words, honey
free for the taking
leave him alone don't be there when he phones
change your number and be done with the aching
you've got a life of your own...
you'll have a love of your own.

This is my song
though the melody's fleeting
and these are the words
that are harder to sing
I'll write about it since there's nobody reading
nobody's needing a thing.

another mistake with a miserable ending
questioning why I'm left standing alone
he tore my heart out, now I'm left with the mending
love has a mind of it's own

Don't know how to tell you this, but somehow it must be
that someone tells us something and I guess today that's me.

I've thought up lots of somethings and of all the thoughts I've got
the ones I could be sharing are the one's I'd rather not.

See I've made a lot of choices from the dull part of my brain
most without foreknowledge, and of course some caused me pain.

So I go about my business since I'm hired, this is true
when assigned you'd best be following the leader, and I do.

But when I'm free to think alone, I look out on the fields
and contemplate my choices now and how the future yields.

There are things you plan ahead in life and trust, though God is good,
that other folks will treat you well around the neighborhood.

Things we count on, days and nights, the seasons and the years
but words are gold, be bold and God will surely quell your fears.

The best book I am reading, besides the Bible's Truth
the story of George Washington, our founder, from his youth.

Considering the past is wise and don't repeat mistakes
do your best to state your quest, and stay away from flakes.

Give when you are able, do the right thing as it's said
a good man can't be faulted though he's human, heaven led.

Use your gifts, 'a future and a hope' He's promised man
Be wise, get wisdom, realize your time is in His Hand.

you have to had been there when I was listening to a certain song....
count one two three one two three
war/ming
  ( F,2.3.F 2,3)
         bree/zes  
           (up A.-3     down E-3)
blow through the trees
(F-G-A-F 2)
to  
(high F)
greet me
(down to  C, C 2=3)
on our
(up D 3, down A 3)
porch swing
(up C 3, down A 3)
meet me
(F-G-)
out there
(A-F )
tonight.
( D-F)

well you have to count 123,123 and the letters are the notes, up or down...

we'll sing
favorites
like when we
ripped
a chorus
I do love them
and better in your
own words

tell me stories
that I
will keep in
my notebook
I do
love
them
promise
I always will.

Hold me closely
into the
evening
hours
we will
sit and
rock to the beats
and blues

warrrming  breeeezes
blow through the trees
to
greet me
on our
porch swing
meet me
out there
tonight

If you won't be
able to come
out
to meet me
I'll be waiting  
even as if
you are

in the filtered blue glow
of your favorite
late show
with the light
from the bathroom
left on

I can make out
your face
and it's hard
to erase
from my memory
although
you are gone.

In our silence
a sweetness
a comfort
it's true
needing less
to be said
meant much more

we lived well
in our day
and had so much
to say
but your smile
it just cut to
my core.

As we sat
side by side
on the sofa
'twas your hand
on my ankle
which said
I am here
you are there
theres no distance
I swear
you still whisper
sweet nothings
in bed.

So forgive me
for getting
all sappy
but the late show is on
and you're there
in the blue
of the den
I can't hear
Letterman
he's been muted
so music
can blare

not a lot to think about
i seem so light and easy
but suddenly the clouds roll in
and feeling kind of queasy
i run and close the windows of my soul
but just can't win
the winds are blowing up now
and the thunder's rolling in

and suddenly it's raining down
we'll have to wait it through
you try to keep your sunny side
but rain can make you blue
it beats upon this old tin roof
we're stuck inside together
you've slept right though this scene before
and understand my weather

pretty soon the rains let up
and skies begin to clear
the sunset's red and orange haze
means better days are near
we all have nasty weather
inner conficts you can't see
and when those storms come, brother
you can weather the worst of me.

keepin' it, keepin' it down
sometimes you're such a **** at
keepin' it, keepin' it down
I know he goes to work at...
mind your tone
as if we're on the speaker phone
i 'm fairly sure that we're alone
but lest we make a peep, or groan
or in our sleep, to snore or moan
let's just throw the dog a bone
I already gave him an ice cream cone!
shhh....we got a guy down there
oh man, it's true sometimes, I swear
like getting caught without
your underwear...
for all his 50 something years
I swear he's got the sharpest ears
yeah, I'm OK, don't mind my tears
but today I saw him on the stairs
and he looked at me
then looked away
as if he had heard "everything".

so let's try
keepin' it, keepin' it down
I know it's not your way but
Keepin it, keepin it down
we just can't live this way
when he's around
to think that he hears
most every sound
yeah that must
really sting
when you hear
everything
but worse when
everything
you say and do is
heard...

Holding out hope
Hardness of hearing
Hardness of heart

Halfway home to the pearly gate
struck a bargain up with hate
I'd like to say the deal went well
but hate's a liar bound for Hell.

Not to hate the evil one?
Turn your back, he'll take your gun
shoot you down and take your land
**** your people, hate's demand....

Everything you ever thought
every line you ever bought
every ounce of strength and sweat
all you own, but wait, more yet

Take the shirt right off your back
**** you off and burn your shack
Best to trust the God of Love
the Way the Truth, the Life above.

Halfway home to the pearly gate
struck a bargain up with hate
What I know now, I wish I knew'
Hate came for me, He'll come for you.

Best to Love the Lord your God
Don't be tempted, save your ***
don't be fooled or make a deal
Let Him know just How you feel

God the Father, Christ his Son
made the way, his work was done
on Calvary he bore the cross
and by his stripes I count the cost!

Death to Life, and NOT to Hell
I died to me, and now I'm well
I know the truth, I've heard the wise
and hate can't fool me with his lies!

I love you God with all my heart
I know you knew me from the start
I did not know you then you see
but now I do, and now I'm free.

last night, while basking in the blue light of my computer
feeling warm and cozy in a quiet darkened room,
a sudden strong gale slammed into and swept o'er my house
which sits on a slab, in a quaint neighborhood of similar structures near the Chesapeake Bay
I heard and felt the thrill of this mighty wind surge moaning, whining down the fireplace shute, pounding walls and roof

Drawn to the door in excitement,
I felt compelled to walk out into this abrupt windstorm
and upon entering the outer side
was nearly knocked off my feet
and recovering, heard the mounting approach
of yet another affront to my balance
the night air was chilly
The previously gray sky was now cluttered with
FAST moving eerily orange illuminated clouds of various shapes and sizes, edges defined against the blackish blue clearness of an otherwise moonlit night...clouds blowing out to sea.

they wandered down the path alone
and hand in hand she longed to own
a place inside his cautious heart
but never told him from the start

the pieces of that puzzle fit
but never did they speak of it
and waiting on the words to say
in time her hair was feathered gray.

but who'd have known and who'd have guessed
they had their time together
they spent their days and both were blessed
in clear and stormy weather

And all this time you'd think she'd know
since everything he did, did show
and almost sure, she'd never ask
but left him to that silly task

the years flew by and they grew old
and still no word of love was told
and in the end he held her hand
and knew somehow she'd understand

they spent their days and both were blessed
in clear and stormy weather
with three small words, she breathed her last
and left him there, together