Her gentle love would guide me
At the time I first appeared
From that big slap on my bottom
Through a lot of growing years
She could look pretty tall
With that hickory switch in hand
Her love helped me grow into a man

Later at a football game
A young beauty cheered our team
When she offered me a ride I said
"Don't pinch me--let me dream"
From the first time that I kissed her
My heart was in her hands
Her love helped me grow into a man

While the road from boy to man can be fantastic...
                Some angels have to work a little magic

She was twenty inches long
When her mother cried in pain
The doctor smacked our baby girl
And, ohhhh, she raised some cain
But she got a whole lot quieter
When I held her little hand
Her love helped me grow into a man

A man grows some each season
Till he's all that he can be
From a mother's care, through a love affair
To the last but not the least
They all were sent from heaven
And it worked out like He planned
Their love helped me grow into a man

Tag:  Three angels helped me grow into a man



Copyright Louis Brown

Beyond this time and place

Reviewing epochs past

We will recall this phase

As just a stumbling step

Toward fuller consciousness

As we evaluate

The values taught

The goals we sought

The strange pursuits

We tried to mesh

When men bypassed

The quest for truth

For greeds

Of finite flesh

When Adam and Eve played love's old game
We thought early romance a little too rough
We wanted kinder and gentler rules
We looked at it good and added our touch
We turned it sideways and looked at some Masters
Cleopatra and Marcus, Burton and Liz
We looked through history and weighed each technique...
Studying hers and studying his

        We re-invented love
        Applied TLC without the big rush 
        Someone had to do it; it was way overdue
        And no one gets in it quite like me and you
        Making it perfect, re-inventing love    

We wanted to see the sexes more equal
From Rome to Paris we studied their style
We watched new positions in old Kuma Sutra
In Mumbai and Murmansk to the banks of the Nile
Now when they ***** a great Hall of Fame
The applause will come down falling on us
They'll put our names upon a big plaque
Everyone marvelling and making a fuss

        CHORUS

Bridge:   Now the cave man technique is gone from romance
                Barbarians no longer can come to the dance

        CHORUS

Right wingers lie and cheat

Whenever it behooves them

On WMD's or campaign myths

They seem to love to use them

Determined as old Lucifer

To spite the altruistic

They never yield to truth

Like ******'s facistic

Sad for our country

When evil so controls

It's all the wicked venom

That poisons far right souls

For civil democrats

Response is in demand

Stomp back on forked tongues

That's all they understand





Copyright Louis Brown

She brought to mind

The one who loved my Dad

A Guinevere in modern times

And me her Galahad

But that was the illusion

Of a non-mind reading lad

I mistook her pounding heart

That evening in my pad

We watched a film with Richard Gere

The man who drove her mad

When I misread her lust and drool

She slapped this randy lad

Copyright Louis Brown

There is a past age
That no one can alter
And tomorrow will be
What tomorrow will be

But here in the middle
Is one precious moment
A quicksilver instant
That challenges me

I drink to the java they put in my cup

Brazillian or Turkish I guzzle it up

Starbucks to Borders just pour me my brew

I need that caffeine or my poet is through

'Fore I’m snoring away in a Manhattan minute

Fill up my mug with my potion poured in it

Those dark little beans are my favorite booster

I'm up to the task like a Rhode Island rooster

Phooey on tea leaves and colas with fizz

I’d cry to the heavens, is that all there is!!?!

With no mud or jamocho my words have no pomp

And no lovely check from old Wergle Flomp

I've heard it said that I'm supposed to love my fellow man
Some people make that hard to do but I do the best I can
Some speak of the golden rule but stick it to their fellow man...
I love humanity but some people I can't stand

Congress has a real big smile for all us little folks
Why do they look so happy when I'm unemployed and broke
Keep 'em poor and humble; that seems to be the plan...
I love humanity but some people I can't stand

Humanity's gonna go way out and reach the stars someday
Hope he won't spread that kind of love all across the Milky Way
Cause when we mine their gold and leave 'em sand I can just hear that little green man...
"I love humanity but some people I can't stand"


Preachers keep their hands stuck out for money from the poor
They'll take the shirts right off your backs just to keep your conscience pure
Then they'll drive their big old coup de villes right past my old tin can...
I love humanity but some people I can't stand

CHORUS

Good morning, Mister Moon, I guess you never sleep
It's 4 a.m. and I'm still counting sheep
I want you on my side to bring her to my place
Without her smile, your moonlight's such a waste


In your gentle light her warm lips feel so right
A little moondust could make these prospects bright
She takes my breath when I see her come in sight
So send your beams and warm her heart tonight

Please Mister Moon, my easy going friend
I pray you'll help me reach her heart again
I crave her touch in your warm moonlight glow
She stirs the strongest feeling life can know

You've always done such magic things before
So turn the tide and make her mine once more
I'll pull her close behind that cloudy draw
I swear I'll love her by the highest law




Copyright Louis Brown

I knew the man who stole more miles
Along the southern rails
Fifty-five years he rode those trains
On plains and mountain trails

I don't know what possessed my kin
If running from or to
But he loved those long freight trains
The only home he knew

It wasn't that he cared so much
Where those big wheels would roll
It was always in the going
That satisfied his soul

You couldn't tie my cousin down
On icy days or warm
A whistling train was in his thoughts
The day he bought the farm

I'm very sure what Heaven's like
For that old pal of mine
It has to be a long long freight
On a long long railroad line.....

There is a hate spouter named Rush
His brain spews great piles of horse mush
He thinks that Sarah
Is the first female savior
But we know that Palin's a bust

She lost the race in the last one
They’ll lose warming over this past one
We poo on her chatter
She’s short on gray matter
And Limbaugh must truly have none

His whole diatribe is a crock
But He thinks his candidate’s hot
As we know she’s copeless
And far beyond hopeless
And that’s why we owe Limbaugh a lot

So when you bed down on this night
Thank God that Rush Limbaugh ain’t bright
We’ll smile to remember
When cometh November
If right wingers followed his flight

Once I dreamed of a future heaven
Where all the angels since creation
Joined together and offered each spirit
One wish upon the podium of the mightiest kingdom
And I chose to focus the great spotlight
Across the massive audience of faces
I shined my light over many turning heads
Until I found her there shy and selfless
This gentlest and most angelic creature I could imagine
We hugged for long moments and I took her  to  the front of God's witnesses
This mother who made my life something of worth
Who never forsook me through all my years on earth
Making sacrifices for me every breath of her life
Performing countless expressions of love.....
And I wanted her to know what she meant to me
So when we finally arrived back at the podium I bent my knees
To the most unassuming soul in all creation
I respectfully shouted to God far up and behind the podium
Please bless this dear most kindest spirit that clay ever wore
The only one who would have given her life for me
Because she did...she did...My God...This Mother did!!!
And God came down to the little angel at His feet
He took his forefinger and lifted up her chin gently
And gifted her with the whitest wings within the crowd
Then mother smiled and looked so proudly at me
She put a hand on my shoulder, looked up to God
Thank you, My God, thank You and bowed again
And all the angels marveled at the tear on God's cheek
Rolling down His cheeks as the choir sang so beautifully
And it would be a day never to be forgotten in Heaven

I never went to bed
with a real ugly woman

It's just the proud man deep in me

Close as I came--
one had her teeth stained

But her heart was as pure as could be


I never went to bed
with a real ugly woman

It's just something I never would do

If I passed out from gin
does it count at the end

If I did, er, wake up with a few.....

god is here

god is there

in the dew drops

in the air

in the blue jay

in the grass

in the possum

in the bass

in the eagle

in the cuckoo

in the mirror...

howdy do


Copyright Louis Brown

Life's river's so wild

We may never cross it

Temptations lure us

But the chasm's too far

Love's a blessing or curse

For better or worse

I'm ready

Whenever you are

The neighborhood is gone

Familiar faces

Nowhere to be seen

Portland cement hides

The dusty street below

Progress left its scars

Razed our shotgunhouse

And poured an interstate

The corner gang no more

So precious few

Can be accounted for

They are the ones

Who lie so still and cold

Beneath incongruous slabs of stones

With names of bare foot friends

I used to know


Copyright Louis Brown

They baptized all us children
At that old country church
They saved this wild young crazy man
From going bad to worse
That old preacher took my hand there
And he walked me to the creek
When he dipped me in the water
He knew who I would meet...

I'LL ALWAYS LOVE
OLD SWEETWATER CHURCH
THEY TAUGHT ME I SHOULD LOVE THE LORD
AND PUT MY NEIGHBOR FIRST
IF YOU EVER DRINK THE WATER
IT SURE WILL EASE YOUR THIRST
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE
OLD SWEETWATER CHURCH

When we sung Amazing Grace
We sung it from the heart
The words from that old preacher man
They always hit their mark
We could feel that spirit move us
Up there on our front row seat
That good old time religion lives
In that chapel by the creek

CHORUS

Bridge:    
Now sometimes when I wander
Too far from the truth
I look back and remember
The lessons of my youth.....

CHORUS

From a song with vocalist Jeff Allen

My boss just up and fired me
My sweetheart went away
I don’t walk where doagies roam
But I stepped in some today
No, I don’t live in Texas
But I found true cowboy links
When cow manure bushwhacked me
I discovered my cowboy jinx

I never wear a cowboy hat
And I can’t throw a lariat
But my instincts tell  me now, boy,
I must be a cowboy

I don’t tote a forty-four
‘Don’t russle cows all day
Naw,  the posse didn’t hang me
‘Just stepped the wrong dern way
That’s how it goes with wranglers
When things don’t fall their way
I can’t shoot straight but my foot’s dead on
I stepped in some today

I must be a cowboy,
I stepped in some today……

Music by John Farley

We're on our way to the Milky Way
Far from a memory
There's nothing in my yesterday
As good as what I see
This woman's got it all for me
Our skin feels like one
Flying through eternity
I hope we're never done

This new angel's in my arms
Has set my spirit free
I finally found a love so warm
I forgot her memory
There's all I could desire
The imagination's sweet
We're fulfilling every dream
In our fantastic treat

Tonight we'll look for Venus
Where there's two cloudy moons
Make love on misty satellites
Between two sandy dunes
Speed around the cosmos
In a perfect flight so rare
So close to you I  know
Your loving takes us there

We'll pass the great big dipper
I'll drink a toast to you
The constellations will fly by
Till Terra Firma's due
My feet will stand upon our world
My mind still high in space
I've never gone so far with love
Than here in your embrace

I cannot replace a loss like Kathy

Who inspired my world of rhyme

Who encouraged my neatest metaphors

And urged me take the time

She cheered me to the loftiest

And made me reach plateaus

I never even knew before

I'd have the will to go

She was a poet and an angel

This human in disguise

She touched my life and made me see

A world beyond my skies

She kept my quill original

And made my words more wise

She'll come by I know she will

Each time my fire dies


Copyright Louis Brown

I'll ask 'em

While they still

Know it all

Before their I.Q.

Takes a mighty fall

Cause their knowledge

Will seem tiny

As their heads

Get bald and shiny

I'll ask 'em

While they still

Know it all

Courage is when fear
Has said its prayers
When you need some
Just call on Him upstairs
On your knees
You gain His grace
Oh there's nothing
You can't face
Courage is when fear
Has said its prayers

There is a past age

That no one can alter

And tomorrow will be

What tomorrow will be


But here in the middle

Is one precious moment

A quicksilver instant

That challenges me

the directions

are very, very simple

i listen to the inner voice

that guides me step by step

perceives the right and wrong

before i reach the fork

i call it universal wisdom

Or call it what you will

but when I heed this source

i know the way

and that small voice

is the bottom line

i listen close

and all is well


Copyright Louis Brown

[I understand Shakespeare played every role around his theatre such as managing the theater, acting, directing, playright, etc, etc.  Too many responsibilities for one man.  He was treasurer and everything else.  What did he didn't do?  Was that true about him I ask in all humility]

William Shakespeare, wordsmith king…
Some people doubt he did all things.
Such teeming thoughts for just one man…
Perhaps Chris Marlowe had a hand
Among some others underfed
Who sold their work to buy some bread.
And Will for one bought many plays
Then claimed the work through present days.
No sweat upon his brow rolled down…
For those he claimed for shills and pounds.
That system shorted men with skill
And all those credits went to Will
And though the man was very great
He kept the profit on his plate

The wind plays a music that swells my despair

Paints darker the setting of my lonely lair

Where I would recover from dreams kicked aside

My  eerie tormentor  comes back like the tide


Whistling and keening from high pitch to soft

Stirring the pigeons awake in the loft

Screeching  a branch on my window of stars

Playing the drainpipe in monotone bars


Resting and racing then altering course

“I saw your loved one” says its haunting voice

Routing the season of flowers and sun

Clearing the path for a desolate one

I revelled in  pleasures
That you wrapped around me
And something so good
Should not ever end
I basked in sensations
From rhythmic movements
That cut off my breaths
I loved every second
Of tender sweet lips
Embarking on journeys
With chill bumps along
Each trail you would wind
It always amazed me
How feelings erupted
And left me exhausted
Still begging for more
I thought since I had you
No gold ring was needed
Oh I meant to buy one
To keep you all mine
But time winded on
And I never ventured
To jewelry places
As I failed to see
That ring that you wanted
Could be so important
In my vanity
So you lost your faith
To my negligence
Till your empty pillow
And your vacant closet
Attest to the blindness
I had for your feelings
Now I pay the price
For thoughtless assumptions
In solitare nights
Of longing for you


Copyright Louis Brown

Life made me mean and I took it out on everyone in sight
I never loved a man on earth and I wouldn't treat 'em right
They told me I looked mighty good; that never made me change
Till I met this wiry cowboy who rode in from the range

This ugly tempered cowboy neglected union dues
He'd sleep with mountain lions when he had the choice to choose
If he wanted sump'm bad--best to say you're the master
He's got more hair upon his chest than a grizzly in Alaska

HE DROVE HIS JACKHAMMER LOVE THROUGH THIS CONCRETE HEART OF MINE
THIS MAN ATE NAILS FOR BREAKFAST; HE COULD SNAP A GEORGIA PINE
BUT HE MADE MY HEART GO PITTY PAT AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE
HE DROVE HIS JACKHAMMER LOVE THROUGH THIS CONCRETE HEART OF MINE

He wouldn't take no sass from me; wouldn't treat me like a lady
He knew that I meant yes when I told that cowpoke maybe
I told him I could love no man so cowboy move along
He told me Honey shut your mouth, and for once I got it wrong

REPEAT

too often I go

to the fair long ago

where there’s laughter

and teardrops with music

the bright colored horses

ride circles

the calliope plays

where I blew it

where we rode together

and I look back forever

with memories of lips

sweet and soft

and a dreamer

still hates to get off….

I saw you feed the sparrows

Believing it, was hard

They ate seeds from your open palm

Right in your own front yard

Your reputation was a gruff

To humans in your realm

But then you fed my feathered friends

As gently as a lamb

I realize I liked you there

The rumors were too narrow

I'm sure God watched you there with love

Feeding hungry sparrows

Tomorrow's still a hill to climb
My new loves fade and die
They're so much like the seasons
Just hello and goodbye
But I can still remember one
Through yesterday's old mist
The love that time cannot erase
The sweetest on the list.....

I remember you so many hearts ago
I can't give up the dream we used to know
Other hearts that I have touched were easy come and go
But I remember you so many hearts ago

I loved it when your lips were mine
Your shadow on my wall
When I pulled you close to me
I know we had it all
I never can forget you
I tried in every way
I find that each tomorrow
Begins with yesterday

I remember you so many hearts ago
I can't give up the dream we used to know
Other hearts that I have touched were easy come and go
Oh, I remember you so many hearts ago

Copyright Louis Brown

That freeway exit sign

Still leads to yesterday

Though it's better not to turn

Temptation has its way


There's our old house still there

I know that back bedroom

In love's finest moments

We helped the baby boom


A new name's on the mailbox

Love died one jobless year

That exit sign still points the way

But you can't get there from here

Thoughts of her and I'm back home

So happy to be there

I'll pull her tresses free

And stroke her long soft hair

I'll linger kissing her

And pull her warm and close

Time stands still one more time

On that old  moonlit coast

It's surer than tomorrow

As I've learned she's kissed another

But yesterday...

We'll always have each other

i passed one who slipped

through the town's safety net

he stood in the drizzle

he might be there yet


the guilt in my heart

is not hard to explain

in god's love no brother

is left in the rain

A heart that once was tender
Can somehow turn to stone
Their words may still sound gentle
The actions set the tone
A rock is just a rock
But a quill may well disguise it
As lips may spin BS
And hide the cold inside it
Those hearts can thrive on weakness
To feed on and grow stronger
‘Reuse that same old source
To resupply their hunger
It gratifies their muse
To know they have your number

I've got a line of ex's
Saskatchewan to Texas
And I left a good impression
Every time
Cause when you keep
An open channel
Life ain't too hard
To handle
And you keep
A little loving
On the line

He decides which way the wind will blow
'Provides the fields that yield the grains we grow
He created everything I see
He's the one who lives inside of me

CHORUS
He's the Lifeforce beating in my heart
When I get off course He's my compass in the dark
He's the beauty in a flower
A storm cloud's awesome power
He's the Lifeforce beating in my heart

He was there when the sun and stars were hung
He knows each prayer, the need it started from
Yet all He asks is the faith of a mustard seed
He blesses us with more blessings than we need

CHORUS

Bridge:  He's right there to catch me at the end of my rope
               If I'm standing in the ashes, he'll fill me with  new hope

CHORUS

Music by Phil Thomson

Copyright Soundblitz Records

Imagine what
No human mind can gauge
Count the countless years
Milleniums and miles
We had to cross
To meet


Imagine here
This fateful rendezvous
Ordained before the stars
Before old Sol
Above us there
Was christened blue


Imagine now
To culminate a love
That came so far
And finally
The merging here
Finally....

The spoken language is not always clear
So just to make our points right here
We've learned to hush our lips
And talk with fingertips
Love is spoken here

Our body language is our text
Heading for what's coming next
Mutual admiration
Close communication
Love is spoken here

And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here

It works out great we both agree
To stop the words for our recipe
When shadows blend with night
We always get it right
Our meanings come across to you and me

And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here

I TORE UP YOUR SMILE
IN THE FRAME BY THE BED
TORE UP THE LOVE LETTERS
THAT I READ AND RE-READ
JOINED THE FUN AT A BAR
WHERE THEY POUR A GOOD BLEND
BUT YOUR SWEET MEMORY
JUST TORE ME UP AGAIN

CHORUS
I LAY WIDE AWAKE
COUNTING TEN THOUSAND SHEEP
CUZ IF I CLOSED MY EYES
YOU'D WALK IN MY SLEEP
I POUR DANIELS AND DICKEL
BUT MY SOLDIERS CAN'T WIN
YOUR SWEET MEMORY
JUST TEARS ME UP AGAIN

MY PSYCHIATRIST TOLD ME
SON, WHEN YOU'RE ALL THIS BENT
CALL UP AN OLD GIRLFRIEND
WITH A HEAVENLY SCENT
WELL, HER LIPS DID HER DAMNDEST
TO HELP AN OLD FRIEND
BUT YOUR SWEET MEMORY
JUST TORE ME UP AGAIN

CHORUS

                          Bridge:  I emptied your closet
                          But you still made your mark
                          Cause your ghost won't be leaving
                          Till you tear out my heart.....


CHORUS

I remember holding hands with you
I remember shooting rubber bands at you
I pushed you in the swing
And heaven's bells would ring
Memories make my yesterdays brand new

Within your watchcare hands
I become an embodiment
Influenced  by your example
And I am finalized
By all who pass my way

You're the prettiest
Of the songs
I ever wrote
You warmed every lyric
Every note
When I look at you my pen
Pours words that never end
Oh the goodness there
Is more than words can quote
You're the prettiest
Of the songs
I ever wrote

There's many little dramas
That you never hear about
And I have one to tell ya
That will really wring you out

The highway streamed with traffic
And Marvin Moth loved beams
His growing curiosity
Was reaching the extremes

Luminescence caused a rapture
In this creature with his wings
He was only a beginner
And so fearless of such things

Uncle Fuzzy said, "Don't go"
His Mommy said, "Stay here"
But Marvin thought he knew it all
And he shifted up a gear

He told himself, "Oh goodness me,
That must be where "it's" at
When he puckered up to kiss it
I don't guess he heard the SPLAT!!

So I doubt he ever suffered
But I shudder through and through
Every time I see a headlight
With a smudge of gummy-goo

I shifted the driving stick
Turned on the gas
And begin gently
Driving down that sweet road
As I pushed the gears
To a faster speed
And enjoyed the highway
Under me
We both reciprocated
To the reactions
As the excursion uplifed us
Through the movements together
Down the curves and hills
Finally reaching culmination
As we climbed the last hill
In frenetic coordination
Reaching a wonderul crescendo
As we finished our first drive
And looking back in amazement
We realized we'd been missing out
On the most pleasurable part of living
And vowed to make sure
We'd make that drive again...
And again

Once upon a millenium
I  scrawled in awkward letters
Straining for an undiscovered profundity
Not so different
From an upright creature
Some ages past
Who stroked upon
An empty page
With what he thought
Were poignant truths
And monumental metaphors
Like uprights love to leave
So as to titillate
Their future discoverers
While stretching unabashedly
To be a candidate
Future philosophers will doff
With certain validation
For unique truisms.....
I am recorded here
Wow, I said admiringly
To myself
In my true language
Hey, dat's sump'm
Eat ya heart out, Aris

I stand by in awe

When beings live this life

Not lipping Bible verse

But doing kindly deeds

No mindful that their God

May ever reimburse

Osama liked his days of glory
Until the Seals made it gory
But there's no grieving this barbarian
He slew so many innocents
He deserved his fast descent
The world is richer far without the man

He died a bullet in his head
Some celebrate his being dead
Except for those who wished he'd felt more pain
Some would have pulled his toenalls, all
And shot him thrice between the *****
Then pulled his teeth not using novocaine

We chased him for the last decade
And finally his bill is paid
We all feel blessed his murdering is through
They threw his carcass in the sea
No angel welcome, c'est la vie
To Satan's antichrist, to Hell with you

Thus reads the story of Osama
Who should have listened to his Mama
But went about destroying the peace
They vowed to catch the shifty ****
The man GW fumbled on
But Obama sent him down to meet the Beast

Your Levi's beat all I have seen
Your ancestors had some good genes
I love your good roots
Your fine attributes
From your head to your toes and between

It's all very clear to me
You're certified, high pedigree
It so plainly shows
There's some blue blood I know
I hope that you'll share it with me

LADY, IT'S ALL IN YOUR GENES
YOU MAKE MY RED CORPUSCLES DREAM
SINCE YOU CAME BY
OUR CHEMISTRY'S SO HIGH
LADY, IT'S ALL IN YOUR GENES

Your figure is full thoroughbred
You could raise up a man that was dead
I want to be part
Of your love from the start
I can't get you out of my head

There was a House Speaker named Boehner
Who went forth without any honor
He did his best to hurt Obamacare
To damage the folks with no hospital care
He killed every bill that came to the House
He's sorry you'd say like the sorriest louse
Then Obama's army got ready to roll
Barach showed us methods we all could extoll
That got the people insurance at last
Poor Boehner he cried like he's done in the past
Then he fought every tax to help people on high
To get all their votes when November comes by
But there is a Father in Heaven above
Who whispered no man can win without love  
Then Boehner tried suing  and shamefaced us all
Voters said Boehner  was losing his *****
Then he failed to effect immigration
And stifle the strongest of nations
He flunked with each program he wanted to win
Soon Boehner will be on the streets once again
So all will be well in the dear U.S.A.
There'll be no Boehner to get in the way
he...he...he