I stole it all,
your colours and your rhymes
now I'm in prison
just a dreaming about the wine
coloured glasses
waiting for me in the Bahama's
to block the rays of sunshine
waiting for you and me!

I put 20 million in stocks
another 10 in bearer bonds
I bought a horse to race
a 2500 acre field
for it to live
and next to it a league
for me to rest my feet

I stole your colours for fun
I stole your rhymes just for the day
Your money I left alone,
you see I sold the stolen art
as supplies
the judge he didn't see it my way
so here I sit doing 5 to 20
my money safely tucked away
in the Bahama's
and you my Bahama mama
are you waiting there for me
aiyee I sing a song of island joy
are you waiting there for me?

Today is such a wonderful day
I find myself alone to do what it
is I love to do
to tackle another list!

One I didn't write
it came from yesterday
a motor to fix
a pump on the Jacuzzi to switch
outside lights to install
the yard to mow
clean out the barn
while I'm at it
do the garage
and if you have time
there is the attic

one more thing before I leave
how supper done
I'll be home at 3!

Rolling thunder
echoes through the air
a gentle rain is coming
bringing with it
blooms and grass to mow
I hear the battle drums
the humming of the misquotes
the array of butterflies
seeking suitors
bees are busy
buzzing
fill the holly tree.

Outside a gentle farmer's rain
is falling
inside I hear my heart's love
calling
just be you
not like a you
but just be you

Each drop I hear
I wish would fall
on you
and let you know
how much I care
and that I am still calling
no matter, no mention, I have no other intention
than to ever be writing
my raindrop love of you!

Roll me over
check my pulse again
I have just checked my email box
it was empty then
I went to cogitating
about the whys and whatz up now
that I think I litteraly went and had a cow

Roll me over
am I dead
my eyes fixed
looking straight ahead
consternated by the thought
how hard it is to write a page
to your dear old dad, your brother, your friend
you know the son of your Mother?
the guy you grew up with
liked the stuff he wrote
or was it he liked what you had wrote
and that you had grown up too


Roll me over
don't check my pulse
I don't care anyway
I opened up my email
it was empty again today.

What silliness I am filled with
when my pride gets in the way of life
what anguish do I invite
by thinking is such a silly way
that anything is about what I know about
anyway?
IT's not about me
the AA mantra
though I am as dry as any desert
the AMA might have to check out NA
since they are promoting all their dope
to my Dr.'s with promo trips and dinners
for writing so many scrips of this or that
I wonder
is the silliness, the utter stupidity
not just my vanity, but a little
insanity brought on by being so well?

Amazed that you would be
so much like me
that all I share or ever give
is like so much water in a sea
that we drown to together
merrily
as does the sun each night
upon the edge of the horizon
when looking across an ocean

We get lost in all the stars
at night
but then who needs to know a name
or smell a rose
to tell
it is sweet
or that light shines
across the breach
of heaven
to arrive upon our beach
from where we sit and gaze
and wonder at the wanderings
of comets in their flight

Our love it lights the darkest skies
take flight and soars on high
with wings from above
given to one another
as a token of the other
source of our true love.