Over the hill they say
When it comes to my age,
I miss the golden years
But now my fears
Have arrested me in worry caves
And as a young man
I could count the cars
Passing by dads house.
But now I'm older
A geezer, a loaner
To those I want to help.
Like dad did with
All his friends
Loaned out wanting nothing back
These are the morals
Dad taught me
As I remember
Dad had my back.
reminiscence was pop's speciality
Now I have reminiscence
Of things that used to be,
An elder now
With his stringed guitar
I sing dad's words
In my concerts
And bars.
And wherever I go to
His words are stuck in my head
Son, don't die young
When your older
"Your already dead".
Those talks will not leave me
My golden years actually just begun.
Dad was right
In my restless nights
I'd find a wife
For me to love.
I'm glad that pop had met her
She was a daughter to his last wishes
On his bed
I kissed his head
Goodbye dad.
To the azure
You will gallivant
With your banjo, and string with me.
While I'm jamming down in dads rock and rolling dimension.

**** out the wonder
From
Down
Under

Manipulation's
Allegation's
Sanitation
Strangulation
All frustration
Let out
On a
Seventie's delux
Strat.
Putting blues
On the screaming
Map.

Space rocking
Rocking and rolling
Guitar strolling
Sell out crowd
Speakers
Bang crack
Loud.

My life
Like a lucid dream
I control the nightmares
And battle the screams
My wife is my comfort
My sweetie everything
My wife makes the terrors go
And the rock and roll I play for her
Bleeds.

The older we get
The more knowledge I obtain.
The older I get
The more in tune with myself I am.
The older I get
The more I place bets.
The more comes the debt
Though in aging we don't think of it.
The older we get
Our names are carved in stone
Gravestones soon enough
Though with my wife I'll make my home.
In my ripe years
My fears do
Dissapear.
In the years ahead
I look forward to me and her
Instead.
The older I get
The more satisfied I have become
Knowing I will be better
Tommorrow with my wife
My golden one.

Master at his guitar
Rocking rod
A band of stars
David Bowie
Taking mars
Planet red
The dead and the doors
Fixated on the Chevy
The year was sixty eight
Lolo and I
Just kids on their way.
I always played for her
Jammed downtown and fifty first, and 26th
Fifth avenue
We kissed blank stare decency
Though not decent for our moms and dads.
We did the best with what we got
We had the best of sixty eight.

Rocking
And
Rolling
Soothing
And molding
Strings
Like
Boeing's
Lifting up
Taking me
Far
Into the
Crowd.
Rocking loud

Tender wife
And I rest where the blue's are
Rocking rod, Joan Jett
A night to remember
To never forget
**** light
A cigar of maroon
The night was our entrance
For the next honeymoon

Crazy does
What crazies will
Crazies live
On crazy fill.
Crazies need
Their crazy pills
Rock and roll
Will be my thrill.

Rocking
And a rolling
While the crowd is show boating.

We forget what's most important to us
Being caught up in life's fast faced cycle
What's important to you? Is what I must ask
But I seem to forget what's important until
Sometimes it's dead and gone
Or just gone in other more simple words
So really'
What's important to me.

I went to the place
That looked like Shawshank
The old hallways were a boor
Yet strangeness still remains
Sink's got clogged up
The bathrooms
Fifty years or so
The movie section was odd
I felt the distant show's
But I had to get back
Home
Where all is safe and warm
I went to the old
Shawshank
Where society still
Mourns

Every story has two sides to the tale

It's about which side of the story you want to hear
Some choose the part of truth
Others choose parts their mind will make up

Which side

Will you choose.

Love could be like glass

If you drop it, it shatters

And never be put completely back together

But love can also be like porceline

Never cracks & stays forever

As honey I will be the porceline.

I made a vow the many years ago
She was made my wife
I was made her life
She did all
Others couldn't show

Life is but a stopping place,

A pause in what's to be,

A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity.

We all have different journeys,

Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay...

Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,

For some the journey's slow.

And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,

And find an everlasting peace,
Together at your door

Melody of the stardom
Bleeding out rock and roller ear's
The year of 79, Frampton,Kiss
Metal
Steers

When I get this writers block
The best thing for me
Wammer jammer time
The guitar always speaks
What my mouth
Is held back
From
Doing

Mississippi, let the good times ramble
Biloxi, and Jackson
Flag raised high
Passion,
Tupelo rocking and roar
Hattiesburg for a show tonight
With my wife
My girl

This rock and roll analogy like liquor
The bang hits with a bust
But the drums go quicker
WAMMER JAMMER

Jamming on the three stringed binge
Beer and loud shock
To hit the grin
Stoning down
With Hendrix sound
Pow to the highest chord!

In the mayday of setting capture
My love and I forever after
We have been now for ten long year's
My wife and honey
My tender dear.

Rock and roll flare
The eighties beers
The seventies hair
Bellbottom bringbacks
In the new?

saw your shinning face
In the same old place
On that lonely day
When you go away
I wonder why
You always have to lie
When I'm still here
With my memory and fear
I feel a deep pain
Because I know you will never love me again
I still feel sad
I can give you all I had
I give you my heart and soul
I will be there If you call
I will give you my all
I don't know what to do
Or where shall i go
Where do i belong


Old write when me and wife had bad time in past

My rock and roll lines
Indicate my mind and body
Are in direct motion
With one
Another
Playing on
In depth
Surrender.

Mississippi, down to louisiana
Prowling new Orlean's
Than a right to Alabama,

Than I'll trip to Florida
In the vehemence by the bay
Catching the jellyfish view
And the Floridian way.

Sometimes the bitter
Is extremely bitter
And they love to bitter
Not better,
There selves.

True love is like
the full moon and the
bright stars
when they shine
when true love speaks
you don't have to read
between the lines

true love has its own
way of showing
like the wind
has its own way of blowing

true love is a feeling
that you'll only
understand
when that one
someone kisses your lips
and holds your hand
true love
Better than never
Dear wife
I need you home
To come across my letter's.

Her silent eyes, blue topping, made me cry

Silver tongued bandman jamming on a six string

Silver lunged frontman

Making their ears ding!

Old write of 2014


Sometimes life is utterly revolting and tiring;
With its boring obligations-
Life is strife.
I wish that I could take these moments
And throw them in a
Dumpster called 'Life.'
Perhaps I am a *****,
But I weep for worthless worries,
Hating that these soppy tears
As well are nothing.
That is why, at night I calmly
Lay down on the road of dreams,
And I watch the moon 'changing.
The moonbeams and their stars,
As they illuminate existence.
I wish that
Life was beautiful
Would brighten up as well.

promise you an endless love
that will never change
My love to you will always exist
to comfort you through the hard times

I promise you an endless love
that will support you
All through the long way

My love to you is like the sun
that will bright all your life
And warm you through the cold nights
My arms will always be open
to hold you very tight

My Love to you is not like the wind
that blows and soon goes away
My love to you is like the air
that surrounds you from everywhere

My life is like a candle in your hand
to light your life
When you are afraid of the darkness
And blows it off when you are safe
this candle will always light your way
Untill it melts away

Remember
that there is a heart that will beat
for you forever
Only you.. no one else

Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash

Jam band
Three band man
Three guitar's
One hand
Killing with chord mania

One wailing guitar
String's to the wammy board
A jam to blast out there ears
The girl named chandel.
Plays fine history to me.

We create
Just to destroy

Love, it may so happen,
Love, it works, I tell you.
Never stop saying, as your always saying,
“Nothing, nothing but love.”
You alone, shall be you
And I, love you

When there is love
There is nothing Impossible
When there is you & me
There is nothing hard or difficult
When there is understanding
There is no place for problems
When there is faith
There will always be hope
When there is hope
There will always be a smile
When there is a smile
How can tears ever exist?
When there is care
How can a heart be broken?
When there is a heart beat
There is always a way for dreams
When there is a dream
There will always be tomorrow
When there is tomorrow
How can we ever not meet?
If we ever not meet up again back home?
How can I live without you?
When there is no you
There would be no me

Steps steep of swindler's confession
A monstrous sleep that Pike's definition
Chard broil eggs on a winter of sleep

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

This is a Robert Frost poem I forgot to have put this down

Credit is due where the credit is due
The storm's are changing as the sun burst comes through
And the winter's seem hazy when you aren't my muse
I just wanted to say my wife, that I love you

What is love?

What is love?
A constantly asked question.
Some say love is just an emotion.
Sure, but is that all?
I say, love is a gift.
A gift from one heart to another.
It is something to keep and to cherish.
Not throw away like some worthless piece of paper.
It can be painful at time,
But for the remainding, it is beautiful, everlasting, and forever.
It is never selfish or greedy.
Mean or cheating.
What ever you do,
Never throw away love
when you come across it.
Whatever the obstacles,
Hold on tightly and never let go.

A pen on the shelf
A laptop for the head
And a padlette for good reads

To my wife of ten long beautiful years
We've dug the dirt
And shed some tears
But me and her have overcome fears
When I can spend hundreds more years
Just being with the woman of my plans
She's made me see
And made me be
A far and yet way better better man

Cloning elephant's and clicking her heels
She was somewhere as a fantasy
When I was younger:
She was here for a purpose

They were layed to rest
In 69
I remember those days
Where the killers would unwind

Love is not Just the saying of words
But the giving of one self
Love is caring
Love is daring
And most of All
Love is sharing

Love is not to live in fears
Love is not a matter of counting years
But making the years count

Love is
Telling, listening, understanding,
Respecting the truth and never pretending
True love does NOT have a happy ending!
True love does NOT have an ending!

Love.. some say it is blind
But I say
Love gives you a third eye
To make it easy for you to find
Who is worthy

Upgrade
To coin to nickle
From all the memorandum papers to chop
Slice
And decide and decide what is your dated fate

Kindly
Gently
Making a riot in a Gothic city