Blackbird oh Blackbird
Where is your proud song
I heard you sing in the sixties
Aren't you still downtrodden and all

Have you grown complacent
Did they clip your wings
I marched with your Fathers
They wouldn't hear of such a thing

Why was it they suffered
If not for the chance to be free
They had their eyes on the future
Is this what they wanted to see

The cage that contains you
The latch is on the inside
Blackbird in you is the power
To take freedoms ride

Blackbird oh Blackbird
Where is your proud song
If you'll sing it again
This time we'll all sing along

Crossed fingers couldn't bring you back
I know because I've tried.
Neither could these tears I've shed
I know because I've cried.
It was two weeks ago I fell asleep
While you played with my hair.
I didn't see this coming
I guess I must have missed the flare.
God saw that you were hurting
He could tell that you were weak.
Your life lived says it all
You didn't have to speak.
An angel came to guide you home
In its arms you were embraced.
Taking you to be with Grandpa
The angel walked you through those gates.
You held on for so long
But that fighting turned into a battle.
The cancer was the only horse
You never got to saddle.
I admire all your efforts
You're the strongest person I ever knew.
I'll love you still forever
And I know you loved me too.
I always hugged you twice as hard
I didn't want to let you go.
I remember when it made you cry
That somehow helped me grow.
I learned a tighter hug can comfort
And sometimes mean much more.
I think I finally realize
What I love yous are truly for.
I learned not to take this life for granted
Or the ones you love.
Because at any given moment
We could die and rise above.
Know this isn't goodbye forever
I'll see you again someday.
Give Grandpa a kiss on the cheek for me
In my heart's where you will stay.

I'm so bored with winter
Waiting for the thaw
That I spread mayonnaise on the ceiling
And Parkay on the walls

Chicken salad on the chandelier
Tuna on the couch
A sprinkle of some bacon bits
Straight out of the pouch

Grape jelly on the door jams
Peanut butter in the locks
We'll have them eating out of our hands
Like a Canadian Mayor smoking rock
(but only when he's drunk)

Pickle relish in the picture frames
Nutella smeared into the floor
A half a pound of hard salami
Nailed onto the door

A call down to the bakery
Order up some pumpernickel
Slap it on the outside
With the house fixins in the middle

Here you have our special
What you taste you'll soon find out
Welcome to Mike & Savannah's
Famous Sandwich House

lost inside this leaf,
all has become gone.
sun, is time thieved,
life has become no-one.

where did it go?
that silly soul of mine.
all i am is tree-branch-fallen low,
thoughts summerautumnwinterspring kind.

swallowed by the breeze,
encumbered by something unknown.
i can't dance tonight, my lovely, see.
the breeze floats by where it has flown.

finger hand arm, thoughts in the eye
no longer leaf-lost, thoughts found mine.