My shadow these days it seems
Does more things than me
In and out, about town
Follows the feet of excitement around

Hooks itself to other folks
Follows close like a puppy dog
Happily wagging its blackened tail
Leaving sunshine in its trail

Having fun, the best of times
Showing off in the brightest lights
Sliding floors and climbing walls
My shadow seems to do it all

If it had a brain would it think
Of the times it spent with me
The fun we had in broad daylight
Back to front, side by side

But alas now it seems
My shadow has no use for me
That it would come to this for me to know
My shadow appears to have been just a loan

You're betting me
and I'm betting you
I say we're done
you say we're through
It's a good bet
that we both will lose
Cause you're in love with me
and I'm in love with you

We go through this
every now and then
You say that's it
and I say Amen
You've had enough
I say we're done
But then remember that
we're both in love

When throwing stuff
we duck and run
As our holding glue
daily comes undone
But thank you very much
we patch it up
All because
we're both in love

So place your bet
and I'll place mine too
That we're not done
no, we're not through
Being a good bet
that we two won't lose
Cause you're in love with me
and I'm in love with you

The left hand and the right hand
Know exactly who they are
No body in-between them
Can keep these hands apart

With their favorite activity
Being generally the clap
And when they get tired of that
They rest folded in a lap

Otherwise, they're into mischief
As idle hands will do
Twirling thumbs can be fun
But not for these two

When the left decides to rest
And the right-hand goes to think
It finds itself a chiseled chin
Then hangs out underneath

Where it comes up with 10 point plans
To help each other out
5 for the left 5 for the right
So neither does lose count

Number 1 mainly on the list
Is to continue to strong arm
And keep up with the bodybuilding
Before their body buys the farm

After that, they continue with
Their intricate 10 point plan
Which is going quite swimmingly
Between the left and the right hand

You've heard tell the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions
I've been on that crew and so have you
Do I even need to mention

I've held the measuring tape as you paved the way
The blacktop hot with sorrow
As we looked away in our Ray-Ban shades
Saying we'll worry about that tomorrow

Mile after mile pouring doubt
Onto the hardened surface
With our best guess thinking, we've got this
Life down pat with purpose

Not realizing that what our pavement lacks
Is a heart that truly listens
One reason we can't help that the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions

I met an old man
On my way out of town
The old man is me
If you don't understand

And the way out of town
Is the death of myself
Talking in metaphors
Makes it easier to deal

I turn and I find
Myself on the ridge
Looking back on the streets
Of when I was a kid

I turn round in time
As time turns around
With the old man in me
On his way out of town

i find myself in the middle
in what i'm going through
with the left wrong, the right too far gone
misconstrued attitudes
raising hands of you bet we can
in everything they do
someone must be lying
to tell you the truth

i find myself in the middle
where it gets hard to breath
as both sides of this conundrum
put a squeeze on me
with tear filled eyes i see both sides
are beyond reasonable belief
i find myself in the middle
is the perfect fit for me

Tickling of the fancy
Tainting of the tongue
They'll have you 100 proof
Before the day is done
Fill your mind with hatred
All in the name of love

Deadman
When will you wake up

Hail for you a taxi
Giving you a ride
Windows black front and back
So you can't see outside
Yes, Virginia, there is a clause
A case of do or die

Deadman
When will you open up your eyes

They have you follow orders
Marching to the beat
Zombiefied look in your eyes
Shuffling of the feet
It's hard to see the truth
When you don't see the need

Deadman
When will you believe

Hello, have you met me
Mr. Addictive Personality
Give me something to cling to
And I'll use and abuse it all the way through

Be it good or be it bad
No matter the habit on which I latch
I'll take it out to the extreme
Until it about ruins me

Focusing all the hours I have
Until I have no time left
At first glance it is all a thrill
Like that of a new car smell

I'll run out round up and down
6 feet deep into the ground
Until the habit over time
Starts to rot my heart and mind

Give me something to cling to
And I'll use and abuse it all the way through
Say goodbye to my release
Mr. Addictive Personality

We all dream of the past
Like it's the best that we had
Nothing in this whole wide world
Can be any better than that

But have you ever stopped in thought
About the kids of today
These right here are the best of times
That they'll look back on and say

It has always been that way
Whether wild or tame
Where everybody always says
Those were the good old days

You can't help but shake your head
The older that you get
You've seen a lot of crazy
But never quite like this

After all it's nothing like
When you yourself were a kid
But remember the kids of today
Will later be saying this

It has always been that way
Whether wild or tame
Where everybody always says
Those were the good old days

Starting out
Starting now
Changing the way
Life's going down
Pull up the roots
As I pull out
I won't allow
This shadows doubt
Paid my dues
For my upkeep
Diver Down
Digging deep
Nothing in life
Is ever free
Even hard times
Don't come cheap
Starting over
At Square One
Hoping to get
Something done
It's not always
That much fun
But something that
Needs to be done

They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside

I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch

Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee

Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the performing dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said

Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end

I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus Clowns

My life is like a mobile
Above the crib of life
Swinging free in the AC's gentle breeze
As the music softly plays

Batted by the world
As I twirl in childlike wonder
Overhead where my dreams are kept
Black and white in color

In my youth, I could accept it
Tripping the light fantastic
Now it's cut-outs of paper clouds
Spinning everlasting

Promises made
Promises kept
Forward full force
With all that we have

Both of like mind
Body and soul
In the I do
We became whole

This ring says it all
Solid its bind
Holding no end
Between your heart and mine

I leave little pieces of me
As I move along the way
From the thin of my perfection
To the thick of my mistakes

Where they tell the story of me
My daily escapades
From my moments of glory
To the white flags that I wave

Collecting pieces of me
Like butterflies pinned in frame
A silence to the beauty
That almost got away

Little pieces of me
I either lost or gave
Anyways they're free
Do with them as you may

Don't be afraid to write a love poem
And give it to that special one
That flutters your heart wherever you are
The one that makes your tongue come undone

You can say it all in a love poem
Give it time to work your heart and mind
To help in the search for the perfect words
To set your feelings into rhyme

There's nothing better than a love poem
To get your point of love across
To make it clear you're forever here
When you rhyme it down in  love

If you can let Love
Take you by the hand
Never under pressure
Never by demand
Let it have its say
On all the paths it takes
Clearing hate from the day
Let Love have its say

Better still let Love
Have its open will
In sickness and in health
Love is here to heal
Let it play its part
In everything you are
Love is where you start
Let Love play its part

If you can let Love
Take you by the hand
Comfort where it hurts
The very best it can
If it's not found the first time
Don't give up in trying
If you can let Love
Take you by the hand

I'm not here to answer questions
When I have my own of wonder why's
And if I did I'd be purely guessing
Who gets to live verses who's to die

Could it be destiny that calls them
Or better yet, luck of the draw
Who has stood and who has fallen
And the meaning to it all

Answers we may never know
As the world tosses some to and fro
While just as easily
Leaves the rest alone

Some are history in the making
Some never get that far
Though their memories are well worth saving
Never forgetting who they were

And those of us left surviving
Has that to do because we're bullet proof
Or is it all in the timing
Who's to win and who's to lose

Answers we may never know
As the world tosses some to and fro
While just as easily
Leaves the rest alone

When I find the door is creaking
And the walls are closing in
Right away you know the meaning
And you take a hold my hand

You lead me to that wanting place
At night by candlelight
Away from the frantic pace
From this world, you help me hide

When there's a crease inside my attitude
Calloused in its form
Unknowingly it calls out to you
For the comfort of your warmth

Lifting me so gently
From the troubles of this life
You are my shelter, you are my keep
From this world, you help me hide

When the air I breathe gets too much for me
And the atmosphere is torn
You hold me tight in the belief
That this won't fray the cord

If you ask me I feel I'm squeezed
By all of its might
That is why in truth I need
From this world, you help me hide

I never met a fool in love
'til the day that I met you
Believing in fairytales and wishing wells
in hopes they will come true

Yet I know that you accept it
and trust life works this way
You'll happily continue in your quest
for life's biggest ever cliche

So wish upon a star
a lucky clover from the patch
We know where you wish you were
a fool in love is where you're at

But if you discover the fairytale
and can prove that all is true
Please offer me, just once, a tinder kiss
so I too can be a fool

I found an 8x10
Taken who knows when
Pictured a couple in all their glory

I never realized
Till I saw it with my own eyes
I miss the way things used to be

Those days are now long gone
We both have moved along
Separate ways to write a different story

To me a mystery
To you one of intrigue
Each chapter verse should have held a warning

That it would come to this
In an 8x10 no less
Have you read the part where I say I'm sorry

The way things have turned out
In this storyline no doubt
With no way to know if you agree with me

As we never got that far
In the time of who we were
Which brought about the end of this story

Can I let you in on a little something
That to me has been wrong way rubbing
While some folk might think it's nothing
Like kissing on a second cousin

But something about this don't seem right
Now I ain't trying to start no fight
All depends on your appetite
On what you do and do not like

But me, I don't like all the complaining
Especially from those misbehaving
Gets my head all into aching
Which happens a lot these days lately

They expect us all to follow along
But what if we don't dance to that song
Can you tell me what about that is wrong
Aren't we all individuals

I guess they expect you to go with the crowd
Not to think or do by yourself
Be a good little sheeple now
Tell you when and where to bow down

Have they ever thought of discussing
In a calm voice without the cussing
Maybe then we'd all learn something
Cause all of this whining is unbecoming

That's about all I gotta say
I'm tired of being rubbed the wrong way
To me, this ain't okay
Oh and by the way...have a nice day

If you see Miss Liberty
Kiss her bye for me
Tell her I said that it's been fun
But she's had her day in the Sun

She always stood for justice
Until the new millennium
We told that gal to trust us
Then proceeded to do her in

We came, we saw, we conquered
Then left her all alone
When overtime we squandered
The freedom she had shown

We had treated her for all her worth
With love and dignity
At our behest she did her best
In keeping us all free

She started out her mission
For country, God, and man
But either we didn't listen
Or didn't understand

Could we have kept if we had worked at it
After all freedom isn't free
But as it now stands we wave our hands
Goodbye Miss Liberty

Can't help but follow you
Wherever it is you go
I'm your biggest fan
Thought you might want to know

I watch your every move
Been everywhere you've been
That my love is just how much  
It is to me you mean

Oh, I almost forgot
So I don't cause a fright
That is my wild eye reflection
In your window every night

It's a part of what I do
A big part of my plan
As I spend my days with you
As your biggest fan

I have a lock of hair
I bought off eBay
Would you mind if I stopped by
Just to authenticate

What I bought was ***** blonde
When I know you are brunette
Though they both look good on you
On top your pretty head

Are you dating anyone
Have a love that's true
Cause I could be that special one
That special one for you

I've already been on your tour bus
That was my lipstick heart in the back
In fact right now I'm writing this
From atop the luggage rack

Remember when you looked at me
I was in the 18th row
It was like we shared a secret
That only you and I both know

That secret being I'm here for you
I know you understand
You and I were meant to be
Cause I'm your biggest fan

Out on the seven seas
It's the sailor's life for me

Yo ** ** is the way to go
If you find yourself afloat

Having a whale of a good time
Inside this purple whale of mine

We've been friends from way back when Since this guppy learned how to swim

Now adventurers we are finding
On every new horizon

The only thing we seem to need
Is the freedom to be free

Living out this sailor's life
Pushed and pulled by the ocean's tide

Both captain and a kid
In this purple whaling ship

I'm one of those blessed I know
To get along with my toes
So I took time out in my day
To give them all different names

The big toe I have on the right
I gave him the name of Frank
You may ask the reason why
But frankly it's escaped my mind

The one that's sitting next to him
I went ahead and named him Slim
Skinny is as skinny does
And he's the skinniest of the toes

Then there's the one in the middle
He's the one that loves to wiggle
So he needs a special name
And that is why I call him Dave

The toe that is next in line
Has gotten crooked over time
So I nicknamed him Senator
Which seems to suit him fine

And then there's little Pinky
But doesn't everyone I'm thinking
Try as hard as I might a new name to find
Pinky's the name that comes to mind

Don't you know when it comes to toes
And you have more than one of those
To cut out on the confusion
I gave them all names of my choosing

Wipe the fog from off the mirror
Clean the dust from off the shelves
Leave behind the older pictures
When we portrayed our younger selves

Strike a match to all the memories
Not to burn but light them up
Make them that much easier to see
Don't blow them out until we're done

Take the lessons in the making
Add them to the ones we've learned
Put them with the ones we're saving
So there's enough to go around

Strike a match to all the memories
Not to burn but light them up
So the shadows in their dancing
Recognize the both of us

If we sleep with one eye open
We can watch out for the night
Maybe then when comes the morning
We'll have saved a bit of time

Strike a match to all the memories
Not to burn but light them up
Welcoming the warmth it brings
Heating up our present love

They watch him like a Broad-wing Hawk
In all his comes and goes
He invades their every thought
Bugs them to the bone

He delights in the slip and slide
Like a greased pig in their grasp
Thinking they've got him this time
But they had best not think so fast

They scandalize the scandals
Beat their chests and drums
Walking on a thin line
Hoping to nip him in the bud

He has them on a short leash
They bark at his command
All big dogs is what they think
Tails wagging on the right and left

Every now and then he tosses them
One or two Chicken Little bones
Where they run and scream the sky is falling
It's not like we were not warned

As he sits behind his desk
Plotting his next move
Donald Trump and the Media
....ain't that the truth

There is this man in Central Park
Has the most extraordinary cart
Doesn't sell hot dogs or magazines
What he sells are the best of homemade dreams

He makes them right there on the spot
Handle with care cause they come out hot
Has a magical toaster he drops them in
Before he sets them in the cooling bin

He has dreams that dream of traveling
Either by land or calming sea
Buy any dream that you desire
His most popular is the dream to fly

He has dreams of fixing past mistakes
The dreams he makes are not too late
He even has dreams of being rich
But those cost too much happiness

There are dreams where you can fall in love
That's on his dessert menu if you care to look
It's one of his sweetest treats
Love dreams even come in sugar free

He takes very seriously the dreams he's sold
Nothing artificial it's all a-la-natural
Next time you're in Central Park stop by and see
Let him make up for you, the perfect dream

They say it's in the little things
The little changes that come along
Like an afternoon shower and the rain it brings
One minute here, the next it's gone

You might have tossed out more than one hint
And me a mess, I missed the catch
A far off look, a hidden glance
And if you did it never took

Novacanish in its numbing
Loneliness cries out alone
I should have seen it coming
But I barely saw it go

With backs turned in the bed at night
Puzzled looks like a Rubik's cube
I twist and turn in my effort to find
Where I went wrong with you

But with no genie in the bottle
Poured out on the linoleum floor
A relationship that's gone hostile
Wishing for one drop of you more

Novacanish in its numbing
Loneliness cries out alone
I should have seen it coming
But I barely saw it go

He cares for the less fortunate
Never judges the weak or frail
He does much to lift them up
Knowing he's only a step away himself

Always there to lend a hand
No matter the circumstance
It is said that he is just one man
But one man that's learned to make a stand

Rare heart
Beats for those in need
Rare heart
Keeps him alive in his beliefs

He never thinks about himself
Or brings glory to his name
With a purpose in life to help others strive
He revels in the give away

Do they ever really deserve it
Has never once crossed his mind
Do any of us more or less
Deserve anything in life

Rare heart
A heart that freely beats
Rare heart
Gives more than it ever keeps

He'll continue on his whole life long
In doing what is right
Not what you find in the world's mind
But in the good Lord's eyes

There are never preconditions
In healing what is hurt
Feels it's his job to spread the love
But never is it work

Rare heart
Always is upbeat
Rare heart
Always filling others needs

It's been hard to get this far
Harder to explain
How I've made it all this way
With nothing up my sleeve

No slight of hand or magic
On which to fall back on
Only these two left feet
To keep me traveling on

To stay a-light in mid-flight
Is a feat all by itself
Clinging tight to razor wire
Through the hoops of fire, I'm dealt

In my defense, if I could swim
I would dive in deep
But as it is through all of this
There's nothing up my sleeve

If I knew the sum when I signed up
I might have saved for a rainy day
But this downpour has drenched me to the core
Still, I somehow make my way

It's time I suppose the saying goes
Finder's keeper's losers weep
And you will find that I ain't lying
When I say there's still nothing up my sleeve

There's something strange going round down on the farm
With the animal noises and speeding of cars
If you listen it's a bit different, see can you hear it
But Farmer Jones doesn't see any harm

The pigs are out cleaning up after themselves
As the cows ****-a-doodle-do
The chickens aren't afraid of anything else
And the horses greet you with a how do you do moo

The string beans if you please are fit to be tied
And the potatoes no longer see eye to eye
The broccoli round here is now carrying spears
As the tomatoes run for their lives

It's Mrs. Jones that really has him worried though
She dolls up and dresses fancy at night
The way she lately behaves has this farmer quite afraid
So he stays days in the field, out of sight, out of mind

With the goats that communicate with an oink
And the sheep learning to drive the car
Yes there's something strange going round down on the farm
But Farmer Jones doesn't seem to see any harm

Take me away
I'm ready to go
Pick me up
In your U.F.O.

Take me to places
That I've never been
Once around the Universe
Twice around the bend

With every blink
A new surprise
I want to see
With my own eyes

But the main thing
I want to see
Is the world that I live
Far behind me

Beyond the scope
Of my mind
Where wonderous Galaxies
Intertwine

Take me to
The outer edge
Where I've seen it all
Before I take a step back

Leave word with the Earth
To give me a call
When things back home
Finally, settle down

Although it's true
I still find it sad
That then and only then
Will I be coming back

I think what I think
But why that way
Is it because of me
Or the way I was raised

Are my opinions factual
Or just what I've been told
And the standard I use
Is it tin or gold

Why do I try
and change your mind
When maybe
you're the one that's right

Why fuss and fight
Why kick and cry
It's not the end of the world
Nor is it do or die

We can dig and dig
Till it all caves in
Then dig our way out
To do it again

Why do I try
and change your mind
When maybe
you're the one who's right

Do we not want what's best
For all of us
And when it comes down to it
Shouldn't it be done in love

Love
Is how peace is made
Hate
Is a slap in the face

Why do I try
and change your mind
When maybe
you're the one who's right

Most of my time is spent in a Piggly Wiggly line
So you know the Hollywood rags I have seen
Scouring them inside out, top to bottom, back to front
I know all the skinny on all the skinny stars in-between

This day Mona in a Moo Moo says from behind me
Something about this must be done
So with the east in our rear (That doesn't sound right does it!)
Look out Hollywood California here we come

Not long after landing in Los Angeles
Before we even barely had time
We set up what "THEY" think is an organic juice hand squeezed by ******'s
and Himalayan soy Sushi bar
Out of our Hot Dog cart on the corner of Hollywood and Vine

And yes, we've added a little secret ingredient
Something to fatten those Hollywood types up
So they'll look like the rest of us in America
With the line around the block it looks like they can't get enough

With a little dab here and a little sprinkle there (wink,wink)
Our food has become the talk of the town
You'd think they would have figured it out by now
As each delicious bite adds a few extra pounds

And menu items with names like
-Add Another Roll Sushi-
Or the...
-Don't Look Behind You Sushi Surprise-
Then there's our most popular item
The -California Your **** SuperSize-

Now that we've fattened up most of the Movie Stars and then some
California's so heavy it may soon slide into the sea
With a new concoction we've developed to stimulate brain juice's
We're now taking our Hot Dog Cart to Washington D.C.

Living in a world of zombies
With people passing by
Looking straight ahead no turning of heads
No contact of the eye

With a blank stare on their faces
Some give off the slightest of growls
No matter the day no matter the place
Not a one of them gives off a smile

Shuffling of feet on their way to greet
Another day of doom and gloom
In this state of zombiefied they'll never find
A sunny afternoon

As they move about downcast eyes with a frown
Can't they see they could be free
Instead of this state of hating each day
In this crazed world of zombies

Double or nothing
There's nothing I find
That I'd rather be than to have me
Two places at the same time

As I'm out here traveling
From place to place
Desperate to keep the best part of me
From losing what little is left of my brain

Pushing as I'm pulling
Trying to tow the line
This blowing leaf makes it hard to be
Two places at the same time

Out here on the Wildside
In my search of fortune and fame
Or safely back home where I know I belong
In a world that is calmly tame

But on that dreaded dotted line
That which I've already signed
Sadly keeps me from being free
And in two places at the same time

The older that I get
The more in life I see
That I am much like you
And you are much like me
If we could only pull back the blinds
And make the past history
Try our best to get along
In turn, set each other free

Life for all its purpose
Life in all its sake
Runs much smoother when we love
Sputters when we hate
With our inner selves we all
Need to set a date
To see the candle our souls each hold
Flickers much the same

It's not that I condone
The life style that you choose
Nor do you agree
With what I also do
Can't we accept when it comes down to it
In all that we go through
That you are much like me
And I am much like you

The best poems I have found
Come straight from the heart
And I find when you're around
That is where they start

So I take out my pen and
Start in the jotting down
Of the best of all poems in
Your heart to be found

When the happiness they sold you
Is yellowed out tarnished and torn
And still, the bill comes due
On the smile it loaned

With every grin worth saving
Though you may not feel that way
Don't give up because tomorrow
Will be different from today

When the pain in life is throbbing
Another issue up to bat
There's a knocking on your noggin
In fact, you can hear the crack

Before you give up and hand in
What's left of your hero's cape
Don't give up because tomorrow
Will be different from today

When you want to shrug your shoulders
But your afraid you'll lose your head
Where it seems it's the only thing
These days that's still attached

When all you want to do is give up
And the rest just give away
Don't give up because tomorrow
Will be different from today

i keep nothing in my pockets

that i occasionally pull out

when i find i have nothing

on which to talk about

i don't have to go searching

when looking for nothing

just slip a hand into my pants

and pull out something that is nothing

but still when you have nothing

you find you must do something

you can't just let nothing like nothing sit

because when you have something

that is more often nothing

in your pocket stuffing

you find there's nothing to it

up above my head
is where my thoughts go to live
lit up like a light bulb
in some obscure comic strip

much of them in keeping
with the thoughts that i am thinking
decisions that i'm making
there's no explanation

up above my head
is where i keep the thoughts i have
for a later date, i do
in a comic strip balloon

wherein the meantime
another thought may come to light
and you will find it kept
up above my head

Has anyone else noticed that the world's on fire
Kindled by the wickedness of man
Strike a match, watch it catch,
fan the flame, add some gas
Do we really need to give Satan a hand

As it all goes up like a funeral pyre
Will there be anyone left to mourn
Professional Wailers are hired
with crocodile tears to cry
Just don't tell them the truth of what's going on

Be careful of where you walk these days
Don't step on the burning coals
That are tossed aside
out there to disrupt daily life
Do those with the matches even know

That the world they are burning is their very own
Caught up in their winds of change
Being blown this way and that
till there will be nothing left
Of what normalcy once remained

There's no one here that knows me
He says to himself alone
The single plate from which he ate
Long ago grew cold

Hoping for a reason
To continue on
But each day life's beating
Chips more off of his soul

He once had a menu
Now tear-stained, tattered, torn
Like his life in black and white
Faded long ago

He can't remember of a time
That his plate was full
Whoever dishes out this life
Serves it rather cruel

The trouble I find
Most often with time
Is it keeps on ticking
Tocking it's bite

Taking you out
Without much thought
Through the daily grind
And nightly bumps

All the burning hoops
Time sets on fire
Says it's okay
But we know it's a liar

Never slowing down
Where a man can catch his breath
Till you make your exit
... Stage Left

The trouble I find
Most often with time
Is it keeps on ticking
Tocking it's bite

Hey you,
I think I knew you
When you were a child
Running free and wild

It it true,
What I say about you
That part I sort of miss
All the years of innocence

Hey you,
At break neck speed you moved
From point A to point B
Leaving behind flakes of memory

Is it true,
That half the things if you knew
Only a few you'd want to change
Most you'd want to keep the same

Hey you,
I know what you're going through
Because I have been there too
After all I am you

This life we live is a waiting room
Some wait to long, some leave to soon
What magazines do you have strewn
All about your waiting room

The daily grind of The New York Times?
Or do you prefer The Outdoor Life
The magazines that you display
Tell more of you than you could say

Does Better Homes And Gardens fill your life
While Rolling Stones consumes your night
You have a choice in what you read
And a lot of that is what you'll be

So is Popular Science what you cling to?
Or is Christian Alliance your holding glue
And would it change your point of view
If you knew what comes after...
The Waiting Room

She said my dear I know you love me
I came back with the same, you know I do
What she said next took away my breath
As she had me chew on this hardened truth

She said yes but are you in love with me
No need to even guess how I was taken back
That question dug in deep as she was once my greatest need
At some point I had let that need inside me lapse

Which brings about a time for deep soul searching
As I let life get in the way of my love for sure
In busyness we loose the best we have to choose
Which to me is falling back in love with her

he is just a poet
too many years now to count

occupies time by setting to rhyme
all the hidden words his pen pours out
it seems there's a never-ending stream
of words that freely flow
from the end of the pen into this poets hand
that never seem to let him go
blowing with ease this poetic breeze
seldom seen but often felt

he is just a poet
too many years now to count