I'm an old western gunslinger
but in my old big irons
slung low down on my hips
I don't load metal slugs,
I load slugs of apathy
ink, irony, and bitterness
and I always keep one bullet
tucked away for myself
but as for the rest of them?
well, it's people season
and I'm one hell of a shot

I remember passing a giant hole in the sky
And the sunshine pouring on me like molten rain
It burned me 'till it reached my heart
And there in began to quench it, so parched
Until I was sure I'd never thirst again

And as the golds and reds overcame me
Technicolor tears passed down these cheeks
As I looked upon the unrelenting sun
Its fountains pouring down and beating like a drum
Leaving my mouth closed and unable to speak

And those technicolor tears turned to glass in my hands
The heavens contained and compressed in the heat
And I stood there with the pearls called the sky
A gift from the sun and its constant shine
As it dripped from my hair down to my feet

Forget who you were
Who you thought you might be.
Today is out there
Go out and see.

There is a magic
A different taste to the air.
Beginning to feel that today I can deal
With whatever life can throw.
Which goes to show
We are stronger than we think.

Get outside and drink it in
Start to think
It's all alright
We got through the night
When we thought that we might not.

Today..............feels like
If I put a penny in the slot
The one armed bandit will give me the ***
Of gold.
Anticipation
The realisation that 'yes I can'
'I am the man'
The best at what I do and getting better at that too.

Today
I'm going to pay attention to detail
I'm not going to fail again
Go off the rails again
Sail off again
Go wandering in pain again.

I've forgotten who I was, it's the only way
Because
I want to move on
Get along
Make a song and dance
A little romance
My life was a game of chance or no chance
And the balance was wrong.

Getting along
Guess that is the way
To make it.
Today.

I feel your arms
when I listen to my favorite songs,
I hear your voice
when I look at the moon and
I see your eyes whenever
I close mine.
Why can’t you be the one
to kiss me goodnight
rather than my
crinkling sheets?
And why isn’t your voice
singing me to sleep
rather than these
broken records?
How is it that
you’re so full when
I’m as hollow as bone?
Can you teach me your ways,
because I’m gasping for air
as you swim in an
ocean of luxury
and I’m sick of
drowning.

So you say you want your life to be beautiful, filled with adventure and exciting events at every corner.
So you say you want your life to be teeming with love, friends welcoming you at the door, family laughing with you, and your lover close by.
So you say you want your life to be happier, because it isn't looking too pretty now, your hopes dripping from the faucet into the drain.
So you say you want your life to be better, so
Make it.

To truly love another
You first must love yourself...
Just don't do it in public !!!!

I am a walking glass
Transparent
An overflowing rim
I hope it’s not too apparent

Don’t tip me
I might just spill
Was it one drink or three?
I’ve drunk my fill

I’m your whiskey girl
Bubbling over
A sequined, beaded twirl
another lover