one fine day
it all came true
like a piece of cake
every i love you
every knowing nod
every gentle nudge
as you count the cost
on every thought of love

one fine day
all the day could do
was to make its way
through its daily loop
with one end up
and one end down
being simple enough
with love around

one fine day
out of the blue
life ran its course
on a whistles tune
on a gravel road
under a quarter moon
to the simple truth
of i love you

Oh how I really miss
Can someone tell me where it is
Of course I'm talking Common Sense
Can't help but wonder where it went

I keep looking high and low
Everywhere it is I go
I'm sure it feels lost and alone
Common Sense would you please come home

You've ventured too far from this place
Gone for far too many days
If you could just make your way
Back to us for an extended stay

This time we'll show you more respect
If that's the reason why you left
Without your help we've made a mess
Come on, what do you say Common Sense

Just got back from Venus
It's a secret, don't ask how
I really mean it
You know, government and all

I am going to tell you though
Most of what I seen
Oh, remember that fella Elvis?
Yep, he's still the king

With a planet full of women
Big, short, skinny, long and tall
Brunette, red head, black and brown
Don't worry guys, there's plenty of blonds

Most men would call it heaven
And give their right arm as a witness
Flying there at any cost
Which brings me back to Elvis

You see Elvis was never much keen on
All of that fortune and fame
He did it all with a purpose
Allow me here to explain

Being a shy kid from the country
For entertainment he'd read comic books
Read one once about the Women of Venus
And that right there was all that it took

He borrowed an old beat up guitar
Figured he could make a few bucks
He'd build a rocket ship out in the barn
And leave on the day it was ready to launch

But alas fame and fortune took him by storm
As his music and charm did us
Being caught up in it all for years to come
He'd just have to wait for his trip to Venus

Of course over time it got overwhelming
As his mind ventured back to the ship
Down on the farm still hold up in the barn
The only solution...fake his own death

And that's where today you'll find him
Viva Las Venus my friend
Elvis in a world of women
Where he still reigns as king

Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me

So I load up the sleigh with the dog and the kids
The old beat up station wagon I drive
On the hunt for this years perfect tree
We'll be lucky if we make it back home alive

As we jingle all the way to the local tree farm
Six kids and a dog singing at the top of their lungs
With only twelve days left before Christmas
My **, **, **, is already long gone

Picking the best tree out within our budget
My wife says Charlie Brown would be proud
I ask smarty pants Mrs. Santa what she meant by that
She'd rather not say with the little elves around

Before an argument even ensues
I've lost the battle before I hit the front line
You wonder how I'm so confident of that
The same thing happened last year at this time

As I struggle to get the tree off the roof of my jalopy
While Jack the dog in the frost is nipping at my toes
I fall to the ground with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
Waking up to the dogs frozen tongue stuck up my nose

Finally with the tree set up in the front parlor
I notice it leans bad to one side
Taking my chainsaw to alleviate the problem
The gas fumes **** my kids parakeet out right

With Hobby Lobby open late for the holidays
I was able to purchase the product I need
Working late into the wee morning hours
I did a good job shellacking the parakeet

I'm not sure that my kids even noticed
Or brought up the question what for
But they sure like the shinny new ornament
Hanging next to the hamster that disappeared the year before

Well, I survived another preparing for Christmas
As subconsciously I'm being led
To wrap myself in last years present "The Snuggie"
And dream of those sugar plums dancing in my head

i've got your picture
sitting on an empty shelf
it's been there for years
all by itself
i might  dust it off
every now and then
wiping at the memories
of the days when

i've got your picture
that sits by my bed
last thing i see at night
as i lay down my head
you'd think i'd dream of you
more often than i do
with all that i have left
being my dreams of you

i've got your picture
inside of my billfold
so when i'm out and about
i still have you to hold
it's a bit torn and tattered
much like my life
still i've got your picture
to remember you by

this is the last poem
that I'll ever write
the very last lines
i'll set into rhyme

giving the thoughts in my head
a much needed rest
with nothing else left
that needs to be said

this is the last poem
i'll pour out on page
any left over words
i'll give them away

maybe somebody else
could use them to say
a few of the things
they've been unable to say

the very last poem
to come from this hand
with all that's been said
no need to say it again

i've weaved tapestries
from beginning to end
now feel the need
to set myself free
and set down this pen

Let us focus on forgiveness
Make it our word of the day
Whether it be of yourself or someone else
Sit back and watch what it creates

As it takes the heart of the hurting
Kneads and melds it into shape
You've never lived until you've learned to give
The bitter taste of bitterness away

Take hold of the hand of forgiveness
Leading you wherever it may
You will never go wrong with the path it is on
Where forgiveness is the best of all ways

Love is in...

in the middle of the day
in the things we have to say
in the way we give and take
in the promises we make

Love is in...

it's never out of style
try it on for size
it fits real snug and nice
I think that you will like

Love is in...

it's too hard to ignore
if we run low we'll make some more
in different flavors that's for sure
I'll share mine and you share yours

Love is in...

I may not be the sharpest lead in the pencil
Or the brightest jewel in the display case
I also may not be one learned in higher degree
But I do have common sense in its place

My brains blade may only slice warm butter
And the Gummy bears in my thoughts a bit soft
I may only have, street smarts to lean back
But I know the difference between right and wrong

I'm certainly not the deepest layered lasagna
Or hold the brightest bulb in my head
But I know without a doubt that you struggle without
The first hand knowledge in common sense

I've poured over books of science
Studied hard the ancient arts
Even spoke with bearded Guru's
On the peak of mountain tops

Taken classes from learned professors
At top notch universities
But if Jesus isn't brought up
What good are they to me

I've rubbed elbows with Hollywood Stars
As they've rehearsed their lines
Had discussions with dignitaries
With Presidents I've wined and dined

I have watched the worlds top athletes
Some of whom I'm their biggest fan
But if Jesus isn't in the process
It doesn't make any sense

I've seen a man walk on the moon
Plant a flag beneath the stars
Heard men give the greatest speeches
Watched men drive the fastest cars

You could say I've about done it all
And in that you would be right
But without Jesus in the mix
There's not much good to life

There's no better friend in life
Than a brother or sister in Christ
One that's there to give a hand
For the times of trouble and strife
A friend with an ear to lend
When you need to unload on life
Not to be your judge
But to lift you out of the mire

There's no better friend, can I get an amen
That you can count on
One that will be there to the end
And then take it beyond
The very reason they're in
Is out of God's love
There's no better friend
Than one that has their sights on above

There's no better friend
Than one that holds your feet to the fire
As the Bible points out
Iron sharpens iron
Knowing what it's all about
To become more Christ like refined
There is no better friend in life
Than a brother or sister in Christ

finding no rhyme nor reason
trying not to give in to fear
is this just a passing of season
the reason you're no longer here

only faint memory graces these pages
long gone song filled our hearts and our minds
time slipping away with the ages
lost alice...i'm still hoping to find

              ...lost alice
        once stood on this corner

                                   ...lost alice
                                laid open her scars

   ...lost alice
threw caution to the wind

                          ...lost alice
                  do you know where you are

you stood in your whirlwind of poetry
often letting the demons give you a ride
did they come back to pick you up
are they now in the front by your side

"this is what happens when i step off the path"
the last words you tore from life's page
if i knew what door i'd let you out
or are you lost alice...the rest of your days

When we look back on this moment
Will we be saddened or amused
Thinking of this moment
Did we do all we could or intended to

At any given moment
It could all come to an end
So let us take this moment
To do all that we can

We will see what is important
In the scheme and scope of time
Cause there will never be another moment
Like this moment in life

This old house...
was built on love
Now with the peeling of the paint
there is not enough
To keep the peace in this house
and the appearances up
When this old house
was built on love

This old house...
ain't what it used to be
The walls are cracked and fading
the floorboards worn and creak
With the shattered windows
all facing to the street
Yes, this old house
ain't what it used to be

This old house...
has certainly seen it all
From the cold of the basement floor
to the cobwebbed upper loft
From the front door slam
to the walking off
This old house
has certainly seen it all

This old house...
was made of sticks and stones
Plastered together with hateful words
along with broken bones
Now it stands as a testament
as it now stands alone
This old house
was made of sticks and stones

Getting crusty round the edges
Like a slice of day-old bread
From the bottom of my twisted toes
To the top of my balding head

Dehydrating like a side of beef
Jerky tough to chew
Not much of me is worth the keep
With nothing hanging that is new

Eyes that once were crystal clear
Now no more than a blur
Please speak loud so I can hear
The meaning of your every word

The lines I blamed on laughter
Aren't funny anymore
Ask me what's the matter
Long ago stopped keeping score

You can take this slice of day-old bread
Remove most of the mold
But when all is done and all is said
Man, I'm getting old

They grabbed me again tonight
With paper and pencil in hand
Being forced to sit down and write
At the latest poems demand

With both my hands chained in rhyme
Needing desperately to break free
As they slap me in and out of line
Tied to this chair of poetry

As the door to my mind creeps open
I let out the slightest of whimpers
I'm hoping against hope this ain't all she wrote
And it's not the poem with the pliers and snippers

I'm not sure I can write anymore
But his technique always brings the poetic screams out of me
He knows how to take me right to the edge
But no further into insanity

Of course I spill my guts under the pressure
Telling them all it is that I know
As they hand me the paper and pencil
And once again the rhymes start to flow

this girl is the perfect tomorrow
the better thoughts of yesterday
the soft spot that's right
between day and night
highlight of the mystery

she is the tapping into time
which brings about the here and now
she is what is felt by most
that never let go
she is all that is allowed

she is both the salt and sweet
the need, wanting desire
the whisper of the truth
when it grabs hold of you
the center of the fire

she is the late into the day
the slight hint that's on the breeze
the meaning in sound
when no ones around
highlight of the mystery

It's the big day of the big yard sale
Where every thing must go
There was much to much to haul out to the front
So I opened up the home

There were gobs of people everywhere
Wandering around with arms packed full
I'm making money hand over fist
This idea was really cool

You see my neighbors came to me with their front door key
And asked if I'd watch Binkie their cat
While they spent a few days away, I said sure what the hey
So they showed me where everything Binkie was at

While they were gone Binkie got bored
He missed his masters who were out of town
I thought a yard sale would be just the thing, Binkie purred that'd be neat
And of course it brought Binkie's good mood back around

Now before you start thinking bad thoughts of me
And wonder how anyone could sell everything they had
I want you to know I had a slight twinge of guilt
Right before I sold Binkie the cat

I live my life free and easy
Taking it one day at a time
It could be described as cool and breezy
Living this way in time cause it's my dime

I don't follow any pattern
Making it all up as I go
Whatever bed post I hang my lantern
Only at that moment in time will I know

It's not like I don't really care
There's just not a lot that you can do
Rolling down the hill of life you'll eventually find
What ever it is you've got coming to you

And don't you just love surprises
The not knowing of what's coming next
I'm the first to take my on advice as
I toss into the wind all that I have

Cause I live my life free and easy
Sort of floating through this life
It's nothing less than cool and breezy
Living this way in time cause it's my dime

So...I asked this girl out on a date
No money had I made of late
With no job prospects for quite a while

Had her drop me off at the grocery
Proceeded to stuff sardines down my jeans
We were going to picnic it up in style

The whole time I had security
Keeping a watchful eye on me
Nabbed me as I stepped out of the door

Even grabbed the girl who was my date
She might have made a grave mistake
They say she was driving the get away car

We went before the hanging judge
Who wasn't much into showing love
Gave us each thirty days in county

I convinced them she was the master mind
I was a fool in love, didn't deserve the time
So they locked her up and set me free

Though it was our first date
And didn't seem to go the way
That it was I had it planed

I think that when she gets out of jail
And if she doesn't look like hell
I just might ask her out again...

I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm

There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm

If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years

But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here

          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
          To be a tender turkey is my call
          And all you want to do is eat me
          Yes, you wanna eat me

They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again

Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim

Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block

As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought

          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          So delicious they're coming back for more
          Tenderized to the very core
          All they want to do is eat me
          
          I was born to be a Butter Ball
          A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
          To be a tinder turkey is my call
          Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams

Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends

So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned

          *I was born to be a Butter Ball
          The highest honor of them all
          Into the open oven I must fall
          Cause all you want to do is eat me
          Yes, all you wanna do is eat me

Tom Thumb got caught peeping
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
On a gambling junket she was on

Little Miss Muffet is having to tuff it
Out these days in jail
Selling ecstasy to undercover police
And now can't pay her bail

Little Jack Horner took him a corner
Of the Mafia drug trade
Once you are hooked on the **** that he cooks
There's no way of escape

You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since  Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row

Humpty Dumpty's more than broke
But not from any fall
He couldn't pay his ******
And his legs were first to go

Baa Baa Black Sheep  
Where forced to sell their wool
To pay for all the damages
While they were in school

Jack pushed Jill down the hill
When he caught her cheating with Little Boy Blue
Now he's paying her doctor bills
Which has left Jack blue too

You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet
That even comes this close
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row

Where does the night go to cry in New York City
Whose finger print is that upon the moon*
Who kisses the stars and shows them pity
To the forever distant tune

Whose selling souls in the land of plenty
Backing out on promises they've made
Buying the beggar off with no more than pennies
While spitting on the unmarked graves

Who gives a voice to the silence
Where does memory turn when it forgets
When the strong ones fall who picks up the pieces
Where do the dying place their bets

If the fool reaches for the hand of wisdom
At that moment does he cease to be a fool
If the night could hear, would it even listen
*And would it stop crying if it knew

I awoke this morning
To a fresh fallen snow
As the world basked in it's beauty
Showered in it's glow
There is nothing more calming
That I have ever known
Than waking up in the morning
To a fresh fallen snow

The children stayed home today
We made angels in the snow
Then all went back inside
For hot chocolate by the stove
No greater time together
In heaven or down below
As the children stayed home today
Making angels in the snow

We went out sledding
All the kids and me
Marveled at the majesty
Icicles hanging from the trees
Nothing could compare
That I have ever seen
As we went out sledding
All the kids and me

4 months later...

It snowed again today
Just like the umpteen days before
In fact it's snowed for four months straight
But hey who's keeping score
It's cold and it's wet
I can't take it anymore
As it snows again today
Just like the umpteen days before

With all of this snow
Not sure if I should flip or fly
Since early September
I've been stuck inside
Go ahead and make your funny comments
If you don't value your life
With all of this snow
Not sure if I should flip or fly

As it keeps on snowing
The kids keep staying home
What I wouldn't give
For one minute of sanity alone
I'm not sure who tops the list
Me or them when it comes to groans
As it keeps on snowing
And the kids keep staying home

It's been one long blizzard
I feel the need to escape
I can think of plenty stronger words
Let's just say snow I hate
I should have moved to Florida
But I'm snowed in and it's to late
With this one long blizzard
And no chance to escape...

If you see her will you tell her I said hello
And that things haven't changed that much
I'm still alone down here in Jacksonville
And yes I'm still in love

Will you tell her I cry most every night
Because things haven't been the same
Since the wind blew her into my life
And that same wind blew her out again

If you see her will you tell her how hard I tried
To move beyond what it was we had
Perhaps I would not have given my all
If I had known it wouldn't last

You can tell her if she tries to look me up
I went and changed my name
I'm no longer Mr. Happy Go Lucky
I'm now Down In The Dumps Again

You Know What...

If you see her tell her I said hello
And that everything is fine
That I've been living life so care free
She's not even crossed my mind

If that appears to make her saddened
It might just break my heart
Because my friend you and I both know the truth
I've not been the same since we've been apart

I often wonder why all the anger
Over a God that to you doesn't exist
Who now is swinging the righteous hammer
On which side is ignorance bliss

I'm not here to try and persuade you
This simple rhyme won't change any minds
It may be forgotten as soon as it's read through
Laid to waste on the roadside of lost time

I'm really just trying to understand it
Why so much hate for something if it's not even there
And why all the constant demanding
Where what you have to offer leads to nowhere

Perhaps it's religion that's the root of your problem
But seriously haven't you religiously organized yourselves
I'm really just trying to get to the bottom
With your way of thinking that god is yourself

I'd like to thank you for this opportunity
To get a few things off of my chest
And could you please do me a small favor Ye Merry Gentlemen
In this time of Season...could you give it a Rest

They tossed the golden ring I never caught
Whether or not it was my own fault
Right here, right now is where I'm at
As life gets set for another lap

I can clearly see what's in front of me
Being this close to the dead end street
Miles ago I'd hoped for a cul-de-sac
But imagine that, there ain't no turning back

I'm tired of what these times have done to me
Bent so long you knew I'd break eventually
Which makes me even tireder still
The bend and break of a man's beaten will

At what point did I lose my belief
That the grasp I had would help me to succeed
Did I let go at the last bump in the road
With so many potholes we may never know

It's hard to see through the crack in the windshield
These bitter days what is fake and what is real
As the crack continues widening in its gap
Until the day there won't be any protection left

I'm tired of the same old grind from day to day
And the optimistic crowd that says it'll be okay
I'm tired of this as much as I'm tired of that
Tired of the life that fits all of these facts

You say I'm just feeling sorry for myself
But if I didn't I wonder then who else
Seems I'm stuck inside this all alone
This house I've built that'll never be a home

Which brings me back to the golden ring
Where all I've ever been is a working machine
Taking my fingers down to the bone
Which makes any grasp that much harder to hold

I'm tired of the ups that only let me down
The promise of much that's never ever found
Any fool can see where I'm clearly at
And those that don't well I'm even tired of that

When you stop to think, would death be better than life... Then you know you're tired

I see you out there jogging
Around the block and back
In hopes of keeping healthy
Away from fat attacks

I hear you're eating better
I just hope it's not in vain
When this race is over
And you reach the final end

Have you taken time out
To work on your spiritual heath
Run with the true reason
Of what life's all about

Focus your attention
More on eternity
Make it your ambition
To build up your Godly needs

Then and only then
Will the race you're in be worth it
When in the end you hear God say
Well done good and faithful servant

So while you're staying focused
In your daily run about
Don't forget to be health wise
On both the in as well as out

When you start to crave the rave
That mankind sometimes tosses your way
And you loose sight of the reason why
You do what you do when this first came to light

When it soon becomes your goal to receive the praise of man
Instead of making it more for the gift in hand
It's a problem that's festered from the beginning of time
That spreads like the plague through the heart and the mind

You may try and surrender, raise the white flag
Telling yourself there'll be no more of that
Still in the heat of the battle you take the enemies hand
And once again crave the rave of man

i started out this morning
determined to remember the things i forgot
and those things in my life
that I could not
turn off the bitter cold
that resides within the hot
that's how I started out this morning
to remember the things I forgot

as the day progresses
i travel to where it is i've been
stepped into the revolving door
and revolved around again
back out on the inside
where it all began
that's how the day progresses
look at where i've been

as evening participates
bringing with it a knowing surprise
so as not to give it away
i close my one open eye
living for this moment
like a man who has just died
that's how my evening participates
is anyone surprised

this day has been a wonder
as i wonder where i'm at
counting on my fingers
to see what i have left
as i slide through this life
leaving out what has been said
this day has been a wonder
as i wonder where i'm at

Time holds an emptiness
Standing at my door
With the ringing of the bell
Hoping that I'll answer
While I just hope it goes away
As I can't take it anymore
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

I find it overwhelming
Though I seldom venture out
There's just some things in this life
I don't care to know about
Like the who's and what's and where's
But especially the how's
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

So if you feel the need to look for me
I'll be stuck inside
Where you'll not get an answer
As I'd rather hide than go outside
No if's ands buts or maybes
You can go ahead and tell that time
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

I pray for all the sinners
I pray for all the saints
I pray for those that can
I pray for those that can't

I pray for all the boys
I pray for all the girls
I pray for all of those
That are living in this world

I pray for all the does
I pray for all the dont's
I pray for those that will
I pray for those that wont

I pray the will of God
In every life will be
I pray for all of you
I even pray for me

I pray for all the colors
That walk upon the earth
It really doesn't matter
We all have special worth

I pray for all the sick
I pray for all the lame
I pray for all of those
Whose lives are forever changed

I pray for those who hate
That they find measures of true love
More than they can stand
Over and above

I pray all eyes will open
And hearts will do the same
All of this I'm hoping
As I pray in Jesus name

I'll come to you on bended knee
Asking you to marry me
In my front pocket will be the ring
While from behind the choir will sing

Then to you I'll hold out my hand
Taking yours into it and
Slipping on your finger the golden band
Committing my love for you to always last

We'll find a cottage by the sea
Where our love will never leave
As it blooms into a family
Where all we'll have is all we'll need

As our love grows from young to old
We'll sit back to its stories told
With the fact there's still more to know
As our love continues to grow

And all because of this bended knee
When I asked you to marry me
Where my front pocket held the marriage ring
While from behind the choir did sing

When did we all start walking backwards
When did we stop listening for the truth
Was it before or was it afterwards
Crazy was set on cruise

It wasn't like this in the beginning
Does this mean we're nearing the end
Is this how Satan makes his living
Throwing blinders over the minds of men

Have we been played for a song off key
To the tune of hold on tight
I remember when wrong used to be so lonely
Now lonely has a hold of right

Crazy now comes in different flavors
One for each day of the week
Twice on Saturdays to share with the neighbors
Cartoon crazy at it's peak

Yet to some this all seems normal
Where right is wrong and wrong is right
Which makes me think we're headed for trouble
All loose change without any dimes

Humming along to a song off key
To the tune of hold on tight
I remember when wrong used to be so lonely
Now lonely has a hold of right

There is a part that lives deep inside of me
That throughout  the day digs his way out
More often than not he likes to be seen
This part of me called "Self"

"Self" comes out when there's a problem
A problem with not getting his way
Which seems to happen quite often
At any given moment on any given day

He rears his ugly head
When he comes across an attitude
From someone else's "Self" that says whats mine is mine
And it's all about me instead of you

You see the problem with my "Self"
Is he's not the only one in the crowd
Not the only one vying for attention
Not the only one screaming out loud

Can't the people see it's all about me
All about me and nobody else
Why is it you think they call it
The art of pleasing "Self"

You would think that after all of this time
I would have figured it out by now
That in the end nothing good happens
When I give the reigns over to "Self"

Mike H. Excuse me, didn't we already do an interview?

Me. We did and although I asked some really hard hitting questions I feel your answers weren't up to par. Have you lost your edge?

MH. Lost my edge? Are you kidding? We spent hours on the interview!

M. Yea...that's kind of a ******.

MH. What are we going to do now?

M. Well personally I'm going to ask the same questions, your just going to have to up your game...

MH. Then should we get started...again?

M. Mike, I thought I'd never ask!

MH. Then take it away Mike!

M. So Mike it seems to me and I'm you so that would be us. Well we've been curious why every year in January you disappear from Hello Poetry.

MH. Well I like to take the time to refocus...

M. Epppp!!!

MH. What? What'd I say??

M. That's why I scraped the last interview....BORING!!! This is the new millennia and we're really not that interested in the truth.

MH. So should I talk about my being on the run from international spies?

M. Perfect!

MH. Or how while I was away I jet setted around the globe giving interviews to all the magazines about my world renowned poetry.

M. Do tell!

MH. And after that I was on a jungle safari and was kidnapped by that tribe of pygmies only later to be rescued by a jungle man calling himself Tarzan of the Apes?

M. You have been busy!

MH. But none of it is true!

M. Uh...your starting to bore me AND our mega readership again.

MH. Well after all that I canoed my way back across the ocean and here I am!

M. You know at times I truly amaze myself...

MH. Don't I though.

M. You know we should do these interviews more often. Hanging out with you otherwise can pretty much one...big...yawn.

MH. Did I mention the sharks?

Two thieves were hanging
Next to the Christ
One on his left
One on his right

One was ungrateful
For his lot in life
The other repentant
Remember me in paradise

They each had that moment
To open their hearts
One thought it best
The other thought not

One thief was saved
The other one lost
One knew the price
Counting the cost

Knowing it's never too late
To invite Jesus in
Just do it before the day
You've reached the end

the tighter

         you tighten the strings

                         the more feathers

                                        fall off her wings

I just love the scent
When imagination gets wet
It puts out a certain fragrance
That fills a poets head

With colorful words made for rhyming
Keeping tune in perfect timing
A fragrance all its own
Poured out in the form of poem

I've been drawn in deep
These strange rhymes that beckon me
I have no need to escape
As they invade my dreams

Since I've arrived here on this corner
Where all these wonderful poets converge
I've been enlightened, enthralled, and captured
By the wonders of their words

Some so deep and darkened
I'm saddened by the pain
But the pain somehow calls out to me
For I return time and again

Where I find a soul lighthearted
With a festive carnival of words
I step onto the path they've laid for me
And walk with them inside their mirth

So as I'm standing on this corner
With my lot of new found friends
We'll step onto this winding path together
On a journey to suit our whims