Laughing leaves swim the sky
They delight in an autumn dance
When the wind sweeps by
Her broom lets fly
Colors bright
To swirl and prance

Ozone no zone
Meerly threads
Scraped across
My balding head
The trees are gone
And it won't be long
Before I'm finally dead

My waters are no longer clean
Oil spills and plastic beads
Asphalt coats my outer face
I'm artificial lit  in space

My air is bad
And I guess I'm glad
I can not smell or taste
With nothing left
I wait for death
By the hell bound
Human race

Diametrically opposed forces tend to repel
Divorcing each other with identical hate

The colors of my heart are true
I remember Aster Blue  
This raindrop life
one day will end
While there are flowers yet to tend.

As you and yours are growing free.
There shall be blossoms I won't see
When rainbows cross the Autumn sky
Think of me but do not cry

I've lived my life with an open heart
And Loved you from the very start.
This poet's muse my Aster Blue.
My poems are flowers meant for You.

If only one should move your heart
I'll know it wasn't wasted art.

So when the asters bloom my friend
And my life has met it's end
Recall my words from time to time
My children are my words of rhyme

Ran down her road
It was dreary
The sky was dark
The clouds were eerie
Went past her house
Saw the bedroom window shining
Silouettes of the finer things
Hurried past
The rain was pounding down
Heard her voice and
I had to turn around
That's when I saw her standing there
In nothing more than her underwear
What's a man supposed to do

She let me stay til I was dry
Of everything I had inside
That was just before the dawn
Put on my clothes and I was gone
What's a man supposed to do

Thankyou for the cup of tea
And everything between
The sheets the floor the living room
Oh how she made me ....scream
What's a man supposed to do

Now I go down her street every chance I can
But she's always with another man
Once was great that much is true
But what's a man supposed to do
If I get caught again in the pouring rain
And circumstances are the same
I'll stay the night and play her games
But I won't leave til I know her name
What's a man supposed to do

Thankyou for the cup of tea
And everything between
The sheets the floor the living room
Oh how she made me
....scream
What's a man supposed to do!

I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes
Because she always let me be
Her rooster in the room
And when she calls
I always come
Crowing out her name
She loves it when we wake the neighbours
Time and time again
So I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes

I wear my jeans
A bit too tight
That's when
She says
They fit me right
But I would wear
Most anything
To watch her smile
While I strut and sing
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster in the room

And I Love the way
That she thinks
That I'm all that
And even a little bit more
I know nothing can come between us
If I keep both feet on the floor
Because I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster in the room

You are my secret
When I'm sitting by myself
I fantasize about a life
With You
You and nothing else
Night and day I will lay
Kisses on Your skin
So I know that You are there
And not a dream within
And so I dream
And dream aspire
To feel the heat of Your desire
But this is just my secret
When I'm sitting by myself
Dreaming of those kisses
That I have never felt