I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep

later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left

If I could go back
To the day that we met
You know what I would do

I'd still say hey
Tell you my name
Then say that I love you

Why take up the years
It took to get here
To come up with that truth

Now that I've thought it out
Beyond a shadow of doubt
That's exactly what I would do

The day I said hey
And told you my name
I would tell you that I love you

Hear you talking about me in your sleep
I let out a sigh of sweet relief
Knowing that I'm in your dreams
Means so much to me
As I watch you sleep

I know it's me cause I've heard my name
As I watch a smile brush across your face
Through the whispering shadow of moonlight
I watch you dream at night
All with pure delight

No recollection as to what's gone on
Greeted by a kiss with the mornings dawn
This much of it I know
You'll never dream alone
As long as I come along

three simple things i ask
i've wondered over time
with the progress being made
what have we left behind

how heavy is the concrete
that's laid on tinder soil
these are two of the three
that i'd like to know

with the third one being
before we are to late
from what i have been seeing
...where will the children play

i put a door on my aquarium
so the fish could come and go as they please
although the idea might be scaring them
it's not like i made it screened

if they just barely open it
that will help to stem the flow
i know the goldfish are all hoping that
the guppies don't treat it like a swinging door

i'm sure they'll get used to it in time
as we all do things in life
and when they do they'll come to realize
above all else my genius mind

It's sad to say all you are now
Is just a memory
But somehow in that now I'll get along
So don't worry bout a thing

If you see that I am crying
From your home in heaven above
Just know my dear the reason why
I do it out of love

Love it was the answer
When we were together
Now all I can do is question
Why so soon you had to leave here

At so early of a life
At so early in the stage
When I clearly wasn't ready
To give it all away

But ready or not
Gone you still are
All except for the scar
That's been left on my heart

It is sad to say on that day you became
A heartfelt memory
But you my love are a good one
So don't worry bout a thing

The things that I eat
The way that I breath
Are none of your business
If you’re asking me
None of your business
To tell the truth
What I believe
And what I do
About any subject
The way that I feel
Is none of your business
If you can’t tell
That none of your business
Is the bottom line
In spending my money
Spending my time
How I behave
In this win or lose
None of your business
I’m telling you
If you can’t see
What you conceive
It’s none of your business
If you’re asking me

I hope I die in my sleep
So it'll be just like a dream
Where I can go on floating
For all eternity
That would be fine by me
I hope I die in my sleep

I hope I die in my bed
The very place I lay my head
Not really knowing
When the reaper is met
And with that being said
I hope I die in my bed

I hope I die in the Spring
So when they go to bury me
I will lay there hoping
I'll hear the birds as they sing
That should go without saying
I hope I die in the Spring

I hope I die in midstream
Before old age catches me
Because where I am going
I may need all my strength
Where ever that may be
I hope I die in midstream

Monkey see
Monkey do
You follow me
I'll follow you

We tout ourselves
Free thinking minds
But are those facts
We hide behind

In the spread
Of new ideas
But who are we
Trying to kid

Monkey see
Monkey repeat
No one stands
On their own two feet

We all follow
The latest trend
With monkey feet
We jump right in

We're all proud of ourselves
For thinking differently
In our monkey do, you do too
Floating in our monkey sea

They say all's well that ends well
And maybe that is why
I'm not happy with the situation I'm in
Without you here in my life

Must be because it never ended
The day you said we're through
You were so sure when you walked out the door
But I never did stop thinking bout you

They say happiness is where the heart is
And yours is not in attendance
As I rely on mine, one beat at a time
While yours goes about its business

A heart that is self employed
A one person operation
As I sit at home filling out forms
With you no longer taking applications

They say time is the mighty healer
If so, physician heal thyself
Though there's no magic pill that ever could heal
Why am I just now finding this out

After I've already contracted the sickness
Without you not sure I'll regain my health
On the street the word is there's no cure
The way I see it now, this can't end well

I think I've finally figured it out
Just what it is I am
No more than a rhymer of life
And one mind you, without a plan

I'm here to jot down the elusive word
As it comes to me
How ever long it shows itself
Or however brief

In hopes at the time
They make some sort of sense
And when it is I get to the end
I start all over again

With another subject
As one catches my eye
With another rhyme
That happens to scratch my mind

Yes, I think I've finally figured it out
Just what it is I am
A simple rhymer of life
That has hold of a pen

Love me with a reason
Love me like you mean it
Love me hot as summer
While winter is in season

Love me like a new day
A day without the heartache
Love me in your savings
More give than you could ever take

Love me as in a parade
Love me like you're saying grace
Love me with a memory
The very best that you can make

Love me like your lost is found
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
Love me when the secrets told
The moment that you find it out

Love me with a made up mind
Love me like a childs night light
The comfort that it brings at night
That only time can truly find

Love me like it's all brand new
Love me with loves lasting truth
Love me in all that you do
Like I'm loving you

Over time
You may find
That both the heart and mind
Have four sides

While one side's wide open
One side's closed tight
One side sees the future
While the other is blind

The open side rolls easy
The other has no stride
The future side no darkness
Where the blind sees no light

Which side do you cling to
In your heart and mind
Now that you know
They both have four sides

No matter the pain
Nor where you've been
No matter the depth
You're swimming in sin

No matter how far
You've drifted away
Wherever you are
You still can be saved

No matter your past
No matter the present
No matter the time
That you are left with

No matter the chains
That weigh you down
Jesus makes the way clear
The lost can be found

No matter your deeds
No matter disasters
No matter all that
Cause what really matters

Is what you now do
With what you now have
A God before you
That holds out His hand

And says no matter the pain
Nor where you've been
No matter the depth
You're swimming in sin

No matter how far
You've drifted away
Wherever you are
You still can be saved

They flip and fly in all directions
As they **** their victims dry
So untamed and fearless
Feeding undisturbed in broad daylight

They hang outside our homes and city parks
Nowhere is it I feel safe
I'll see them flutter by the corner of my eye
How much longer must I play this charade

After years I'm breaking my silence
To tell the world it freaks me out
When they light upon the innocent
And that long black tongue comes sliding out

I've had this fear from early childhood
And countless doctors don't know why
I always faint and then I wet myself
At the very sight of the dreaded..."Butterfly"

Your life is like a pocket
Shallow filled with mess
Pull out most things that you don't need
Leave behind the rest

If you went any deeper
What difference would it make
What you would have would be but lint
With hardly any change

Over the years
it's plain to see
I've lost most things
but my ugly

Most folks I know
would agree
Ugly has always
looked good on me

Ain't no sense
trying to figure out
How all this ugly
came to come about

Or how it is
the only thing
That has ever really
stuck with me

Lost most my mind
and all my shape
Not enough math Pi
and too much cake

The hardest thing
that is to fake
Is the face of ugly
I face every day

I just had an epiphany
one on the grandest scale
Fire works went off in my head
Lucky pennies tossed in the well

I will take a single line
from all the poems I read
and come up with the greatest poem
in all of history

Just one line from brilliant minds
and jot them as my own
which shouldn't take too much time
for me to stand alone

I'll take their lines that make me cry
ones that make me smile
The ones that make me think I'll sneak
over to my side

I'll mix them up, lay them out
in some sort of rhyming order
No one the wiser will find out
I took them from another

I'll be known as the greatest poet
to ever grace the stage
As the greatest poet
to ever bless the page*...

sun baked fields

rows of cotton

time can't heal

a stench so rotten

scars that form

on darkened backs

cuts so deep

don't leave the head

mother's cry

the whips they crack

this kind of life

only healed by death

stolen souls

from broken homes

face of the proud

beaten down

over a hundred years

not much has changed

different scars

on different names

what we find

in the drag of time

that whips still crack

mother's still cry

how many bridges
must you burn
before a lesson
is ever learned

how deep the river
how wide the stream
how far the gap
that's in-between

are you prepared
to swim to shore
if the burning bridge
is all you know

will you take with you
the innocent
will you turn your back
on a drowning man

how many times
must it burn down
with no concern
for those around

I have stepped into your quicksand
Wondering how many men
Have fallen into this trap
And never made it back
To the reality of dry land

I'm searching for the safety of a vine
Anything to grasp that I can find
To get me out of this
Insanely crazy mess
That I get myself in all the time

I find the more it is that I panic
The further it is that I sink
I fell in over my head
Thinking love is where it lead
Now I'm afraid I'm in way to deep

Right now before this day is over
Right now at this moment in time
Right now before your last breath is taken
You need to make up your heart and mind

Choose this day whom you will follow
Choose this day the path that is right
Choose this day a life never ending
In the loving arms of Jesus Christ

What could be a more joyous occasion
What could be more natural a flight
What could be beyond all elation
The moment you step from darkness to light

So right now before this day is over
Right now at this moment in time
Right now before your last breath is taken
You need to make up your heart and mind

This heart inside of me
Has been living out on the streets
No need to ask how long
It just needs a home

Try as hard as it might
It's so tired of the daily grind
Wandering to and fro
In desperate search of a home

It's been out on the road for years
Making its intentions clear
How much further must this heart roam
Out there looking for a home

Not looking for sympathy
But looking to fills its needs
That's really all this heart wants
In its search for a home

No matter how far it seems
It's ready to take the leap
Knowing it can't do this alone
Ready for a home

The reflection of me, rather strangely
As I drive deep my gaze into the mirror
Last time I had a look-see it was baby face me
At what mile marker did this road map appear

There are wrinkles that make their way North
With flab sagging deep to the South
It's hard to see clear, East and West in the mirror
Guess for that I'd have to turn around

At what point did I turn in my compact
Trading it in for another ride
I still remember the day I only took up one lane
Now I'm barreling fast down black top double wide

Without so much as a thought
In what you have to say
What comes out of your Church Mouth
Seems to sound okay

Your loosely quoting of scripture
Not quite sure where it is at
But it's somewhere in the Bible
And of that you know as fact

As you smile with your Church Mouth
Is this really who you are
Cause what you squeeze between your teeth
Isn't always in your heart

It all but sounds so righteous
Gives impressions of a saint
But if you dig much deeper
That's something that you ain't

If all you knew you set to spew
Too soon you would be found
You can not always hide behind
What comes out of your Church Mouth

are we now numb
to what's going on
another life snuffed out
another mothers son
with this now common place
in our daily run
are we now numb
to what's going on

do we shrug and say
it's just another day
think about it for a blink
then go about our way
does it make a difference
in the difference that it makes
do we  shrug and say
it's just another day

do we stop and think
i'm glad it's not me
is that where we are
at this point in history
are lives that meaningless
in this disease
that we barely stop and think
i'm glad it's not me

who will be the first
to break this deadly curse
siphon all the gas
out of the hearse
say this is enough
before it gets much worse
who will be the first
to break this deadly curse

Come first thing in the morning
I'm replacing every thing with machines
Nothing will be hid, first go the wife and the kids
Then next in line all of my friends

I haven't had the much of a problem
But then again things ain't been too smooth
Back talk I don't need and opinions certainly
If you were me, seriously what would you do

I hear they love to do your bidding
And most machines are built to please
I'll even have one say "Gazuntite"
On occasions when I happen to sneeze

I'll have one that's always in the kitchen
Another in the laundry washing my clothes
As I'm watching T.V. one that's right next to me
So it can kindly hand me the remote

And if I'm ever in need of conversation
I'll have a machine that listens to every word said
Another that laughs, one too that cleans up my mess
And a shinny one that just nods its head

I guarantee first thing in the morning
This is going down so bring it on
The only problem I find is the slight one with my mind
As I barely know how to use my smart phone

Good friends don't
Let friends drink and drive
The last thing he said to me
Before he drove right out of life

That very moment
I watched him drive away
Haunts me in my memories
Haunts me to this day

With the attitude
Of it can't happen to me
The opened hand of death
Welcomed my friend in tragically

Now I don't know if I should
Be the one to laugh or cry
Because my good friend had offered me
A ride home that night...

Is there anyway
this day I could borrow
It's been the perfect day
I'd love to use it tomorrow

I'd take its sweet morning crispness
and spread it out evenly
as God and man is my witness
I'd give it again generously

Its breeze I would take
without you even knowing
let it brush gently against your face
so it would feel worth in blowing

I would take the sunshine
give it to the new morning, noon, and night
if I could just borrow this day
and do with it as I like

With both Love and Hate
Being four letter words
Some try and group them
As a matter of course

While Hate loves to hate
In everything it does
Be ever so thankful that
Love knows how to love

With hate being hate
Hate ever thinks of
Love thinks of others
More than often enough

Love is always out looking
For those in need to help
With Hate siting at home
Fuming all by itself

Hate hates when love
Gets others to smile
Hate would much rather in life
See everyone frown

So while both Love and Hate
Are four letter words
They are far from each other
More than a matter of course

With the dream to fight for your country
Being one of freedoms rights
Shame you didn't see
The ****** up in the tree
That took that part away from your life

They shipped your friends home in a casket
Right next to the cot on the plane where you lay
As they call you blessed
Who would ever have guessed
This day you'd rather be given the grave

No one on the tarmac to greet you
Anyways you always hated to see your mama cry
And with all that's gone on
You don't feel much like home
Is where you could spend the rest of your life

Who knew how much this all would cost you
As you fell deep into the Hollywood hype
Now you know what they mean
Saying freedoms not free
When you paid more than you would have liked

You're no longer in the battle but still in the fight
As the nightly voices in your head scream
There you slept in the sand
Here on a park bench
Living out that American dream

You don't like what they say
Or the way that they play
A decision needs to be made
Don't let it ruin your day

There is one thing that I know
A mechanism in which to cope
Take the short end of the rope
Let it go

Because it's not just you but them
That seems to have the problem
With the handling of the angry stick
They keep beating you with

Before you lose all hope
Seeds need to be sown
And then to help them grow
Let it go

Take it from me
Time and again I have seen
The worst in these
Played out in history

They'll tie you up with guilty rope
Feed you all their worthless dope
But now that you know
Let it go

I fell headlong into a poem
And was immediately swept away
As words passed by on paddle boats
They pulled me in their wake

The sweet dew of sonnets glistened on the shore
Lined with allegory trees
Dripping with fruit of poetic glaze
As a rhythmic breeze rustles through the leaves

There was an ode of maidens in a field
Cultivating the finest of verses
With colors of yellows, pinks, blues, and reds
From amongst the rows of stanzas

The cool lapping of the waves
Brought the imagery to its peak
As the metaphoric stream I floated down
Opened up into a sea of dreams

I fell headlong into a poem
And was immediately swept away...

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating...

Why do some go through such misery and pain
Being hit by tragedy again and again
Is it something that they do?
Is it something that they've done?
What is it that shoots holes through life
With both barrels of the gun

Is it the deal of the cards?

Or the twist of fate?

Perhaps the lie of the deck

That lays a life to waste

But who's to say what it all means
For none are promised tomorrow
Just be prepared for the coming storm
In the raining down of sorrow

For life is never easy

And never is life fair

Aren't we all just teetering here

On a thin rope above thin air

There never seems to be words of comfort
Words of wisdom we could give
All we need to be in the time of need
Is the shoulder of a friend
For those that go through misery and pain
As more is yet to come
Hitting them hard again and again
Over little they have done

As my friends and enemy's gathered round my death bed
For the reading of my last will and testament

Excited with the prospect of what I have left
As my lawyer clears his throat, this is what he says

To Bob I leave all of my misery
He can use it when he needs company

To Sue I leave behind all of my regrets
If I live much longer I'm sure I can add to the list

And for Darren I've packed up all of my weakness
I hope you have the strength for them, as God is my witness

By now to say the least I'm sure some of you are shocked
But don't worry I'm leaving behind much more than that

Jamie for you I'm leaving my selfishness
That might be in itself my last selfish act

And Cindy here's my envy when it's all done and said
I bet you'll be wishing you had Sue's regret

Jerry to you I leave my jealousy
After all you always wanted it much more than me

I never got around to adding procrastination to the list
Guess you can all share when it comes to this

As my lawyer came to the end of the very last page
And all my friends and enemy's turned to walk away

I spoke my last words saying there's one thing I can't leave
As I'll be taking all of my happiness with me...

I'm the caretaker of a lonely lighthouse
On the shore of a small New England town
Not much here has ever happened
That is until Stephen came around

For weeks now I've been haunted
By the ghost of Stephen King
I'm quite sure that he's still alive
Which makes this very strange indeed

At first he wasn't doing much
Rattled chains, walked through walls like any ole ghost
Then Stephen discovered the roaming light
That I shine up and down the coast

Now his favorite pass time every night
Until the break of dawn
Is to make shadow puppets in the light
I don't have the nerve to tell his ghost it's wrong

Yes, Stephen King loves his shadow puppets
On the jagged rocks below displayed
Butterflies and puppy dogs
Is Stephen's ghosts forte

But all the puppy dogs have monster heads
And the butterflies giant bat wings
I guess you just can't help yourself
When your the Ghost of Stephen King

This lighthouse is no longer lonely
Since Stephen King's ghost did arrive
I'm still not sure how he does it
Cause I'm quite sure Stephen King is still alive

You may not remember
Me now by name
Or the promise I made
On our wedding day

Through thick and thin
To have and to hold
From this day forward
As we both grow old

Whatever is thrown
Our way my love
It's never enough
To break us up

Even if you
Forget who I am
A promise is a promise
And needs to be kept

Through good and bad times
Till death do us part
Though these bodies may change
Love is still where we are

Though memory may falter
And over time fade
I remember the altar
And the promises made

I wake up in the morning
With the alarm clock going off
The Major League would hire me
If they got a look at that toss

Landing perfectly in the trash
On the other side of the room
Didn't wake up then
Till mid-afternoon

Pretty sure for certain
My boss is wondering why me he hired
On the job less than a week
And already on the verge of being fired

Forgot to pay my phone bill
So I couldn't give him a call
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong

Too cheap to buy flowers
So I pick them out in left field
Right next to the honey patch
With bees munching their meals

Brought them home to my girlfriend
Who proceeded to sneeze and cough
With a case of hay fever
This didn't go over as well as I thought

Her sneezing also interrupted
The bees in the bunch
Sticking their heads out from
The middle of lunch

That's when Miss Noisy
Was repeatedly stung
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong

Needing to withdraw my measly savings
I head down to the bank
Step inside and holler HOLD UP
As I was running late

All the tellers they screamed
And pointed accusingly at me
As I stood there in the middle
Of all the melee

The cops roughed me and cuffed me
And took me to jail
With no boss and no girlfriend
To pay on my bail

Now here I sit in the slammer
With no idea of how long
Seems the only thing I do right
Is doing wrong

i look at life through the small end of the telescope


where problems seem so far away
then i can take time in dealing
with the issues i'm dealing today

i look at life through the small end of the telescope

so what ever life wants to hurl
is not big enough to bother me
when what's in front of me is the smallest of worlds


i look at life through the small end of the telescope

Let me start off at the start
Where this tale begins
I was turning 5
Wishing I were 10

Always did I feel
Youthful years they held me back
There was so much more that I could do
But so much that I lacked

As sure as I live
Then I turned 10
Hoping soon to be
The tinder age of 13

I knew as a teen that I would be
Footloose and fancy free
13 seemed to hold me back
Had to be 16 is where it's at

16 soon arrived
I took the car to drive
But had nowhere go as an adult
Hoping 21 would make it so

Say hello 21
I took it on the run
Never looking back
Still something that I lacked

The big 3-0
Would be the age I know
The one to satisfy
The apple in my eye

What 30 did
Was came and went
40 hit me up side the head
Like an angry brick

Then I blinked and
50 learned my name
Nothing since that moment
Has ever been the same

Now with 60
Staring me in the face
Can I go back to 5
If there is any way