Little slippered feet,
Broken under the weight of years.
Little shuddering turns,
Jerking and halting over a deep velvet sea.

Little porcelain face,
Frozen in a painful smile
And chipped from the agony
Of a thousand lonely waltzes.

I steal a glance and see your
calloused fingers drumming a
careless rhythm on the table
that separates
me
from
you.

I tune my ears and hear your
eager lips pour out a volley  of
empty words into my hungry heart
that separates
me
from
you.

I need to run my hands down your
warm body so that I can ignore this
ache of loneliness
that separates
me
from
you.

walking down the shadowed alley
searching for food and shelter
wandering from dusk to dawn to dusk

no family, no love- just pain
only memories of a war fought
for his country he loved

has his own country turned on him
in his time of need
how dare a country let a veteran suffer

The pride for our country gets in the way
of the pride of the homeless veteran
who once gave his all, and put his life on the line
for a country who lets him wander
down a shadowed alley
with no food or water

from dusk to dawn to dusk
a forgotten warrior
is left empty and alone

Spare me some of your love
and love shall color our hearts each day;
no roads will diverge, and make me move,
if you could be my only loving way.

Spare me some of your time
and time shall reveal happiness to our world;
odd words from frozen faces will rhyme,
if you could be my only loving girl.

Spare me some of your kisses
and kisses shall warm our moonlit nights;
we will embrace the darkness of the eve,
if you could be my only loving wife.

We will meet on the horizons
where no one can ever hold us apart,
and that...

...if you spare me some of your love.

I believe
             that you believe
                                        that you believe
                       that they believe
                                                   what you believe
                                                         ­       and you believe
                                                  what he believes
                                                        ­                     and he believes
                                                        ­                                   what she believes
                                                        ­        and she believes
                                 what they believe
          so she believes
           what she believes
             and he believes
              what she believes
                 and they believe
                    what he believes
                                                        ­                                      and I can't believe I got a 113 bowling last night.

I hardly knew my mother
and I barely knew my dad
But god I knew John Lennon
he was everything I had
I mimicked everything he did
my life was all the rave
Until the day that Chapman
sent my hero to his grave

That day still burns in memories
that time cannot erode
A generation's legend
shot and bleeding in the road
For me it was the final straw
that broke my timid chains
I vowed I would preach tolerance
and never hate again

I confess it isn't easy
to accept some points of view
and I find myself quite often asking
'What would Johnny do?'
But then I take a minute
and perhaps a couple more
Just until I'm certain
I won't knock you to the floor

(I'm still working on the tolerance part)

I'm safe in this place,
but then again I feel that
I don't belong here.