There are two of me
That struggle through
While one tries to do what's right
The other has no clue
One born out of selfishness
The other, tried and true
If they don't learn to handle this
Both of them will lose
The two of me
Must stand and choose

There are two of me
That battle within
The realm of my consciousness
Unwilling to give in
Both of them feel they're right
In the way they choose to live
Different as day and night
Who do they think they're trying to kid
The two of me
In my midst

There are two of me
One needs to go
Wouldn't hurt my feelings
If it wandered off on its own
Then I'd get back to living
A life filled with dreams of hope
If one of me did the right thing
And kindly let me go
The two of me
That call me home

whistling past graveyards
helps to calm the nerves
from the ghosts here to scare
on this, you have my word
they're waiting as their watching
for the latest fool to pass
adding to their numbers
in case this you need to ask
both, entice and invite you
to step through their doom's day gate
it's best if you keep whistling on
along your merry way
when passing by a plot of graves

we use words
to communicate
words of love
just as easily spread hate
words lift us up
when we're feeling down
then bring us down
when we get too proud

words are used
to make a point
hoping we do
when most times we don't
words that have meaning
show our true feelings
that are in keeping
with our daily dealings

we use words
when ordering
food about town
and people around
words we use
when we need to say
come on along
or please go away

words are used
in many forms
inside the box
outside the norm
words
we cannot ignore
what all they do
and what they're used for

I don’t think too much about
The times I’ve had and times without
There’s not too much that bothers me
Whether caught or running free

I try and stay within my lane
Hoping you do much the same
Live and let live suits me fine
I’ll watch your toes, you watch mine

It’s best not to overthink
When it comes to China’s tea
What’s that got to do with it
If you don’t start you’ll never quit

Life you’ll find is one long line
Wander in and out from time to time
Only to go no where fast
Unless it’s to our certain death

If you never really care about
What goes up and what comes down
Chances are that you won’t
Find a part that disappoints

Shops are closing down
On Love Street

Because no one comes around
On Love Street

No traffic and no sound
On Love Street

What will we all do now
Without Love Street

this poem explains the state i'm in
from humble beginnings to bitter end
haphazardly it might be a bit
but haphazardly is how i live
it's here to show you both my sides
from the heavy to the light
you'll have to wonder how i survive
or at least how i get by
painstakingly i'll add to it
all the crooks and crannies, every stitch
nothing will i dare omit
an open book i'll title it
it'll read just like a comedy
with it's share of tragedy in between
a real page turner for what it is
but that's just how my life is lived
i'll leave nothing out for you to guess
nothing more and nothing less
call the priest i must confess
for some of this they'll have my head
but after all is done and said
an open book i'll title it

There are times in your life
Where things seem to go right
Then in the blink of an eye
It all changes over night

That's the thing
That makes it exciting
You never know from one minute
What the next minute brings

You could be on the beach
Enjoying the sunny day
Did I mention the blink
Well, here comes life's tidal wave

Washes you out
Into the deep end my friend
Then in a heartbeat
Back to good times again

You can show up early
Only to be late
Sit in your worry
Never changes a thing

Imagine what can happen
With the right attitude
Pretty much the same
All that we go through

It all depends
On which side you lean
Good or bad happens
In the span of a blink