"cjm" poems
It aint just the blue collar or the hands in the dirt
or the coal on the belt line or the paint on the shirt
or the dust from the cowboy and the cattle he's drivin'
or the eighteen wheels rollin and the gravel thats flyin'
my best friends named Sparky, he works in the mine
six miles deep, come rain or come shine
dont take lip from no one, ive seen him move fast
give him some **** and he'll hand you your ***
I got a buddy called Outlaw, he rolls eighteen wheels
sometimes nine in a corner with the logs on his heels
he aint scared of nothin, says he dont like to fight
says hes just exercisin' for the long haul tonight
my ol man swung a hammer for most of his life
he earned blood sweat and tears
but he came out alright
might be a church in the city or a cabin far from town
but he''ll die in his tool belts before he'll die sittin down.
it aint just the blue collar or the blood in the dirt,
or the coal beneath your skin or the scars from the work,
or the rope burns on your hands and yet you keep ridin
its just the breath thats the difference between livin and dyin.
(c) 2013 CJM
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
She said 'where you off to now, Tumbleweed"
I said "i got so many places to go,
it might be what i want it might be what i need
it might be the strangers touch ill never know"
its a lonely way to go the road is long you know
i walk the path of troubadours from long ago
the moon she is my light
the sun she is my night
the pen the only compass ive ever known.
Where you off to now, Tumbleweed
you set your course or you just blowin in the breeze
just like ships in darkness pass
too far to touch too close to last
to grow the soul you know you've got to plant a seed
Tumbleweed
(c) 2013 CJM
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
Mother when you finally get to heaven
can you tell me just what you have found up there
and if you speak to Jesus, tell me
what he really said
because I think we lost it long ago down here
Now I don't mind what you tell me
but I don't know if it's all true
but you're going' and you'll see it
and I know you really care
that's why I wrote this note to give to you
Well, mother, when you find your place in heaven
just in case I never make it there
tell my old friend I can still hear the ringing of his laughter
and I often wish that he was still down here
Mother, when you look down on me from heaven
in the chance that you arrive while I'm still here
tell the angel at the door to leave the porch light on for me
because I know I'll need help finding my way there
Momma tell the angel at the door to leave the porch light on for me
because I know I'll need help finding my way there
© 2009 CJM
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
I'll be the whiskey that you used to drink,
if you be the good thoughts that I like to think
I'll be the paper you write all of your tragic poems on,
if you promise me you'll sing them like they've never been sung.
I'll be your late night till the darkness turns to dawn,
if you will take my simple words and turn them into song
I'll be the one who sometimes makes you want to see red,
but you'll always be that gypsy tune runnin' through my head
Standin' on the front porch smoking' Camel cigarettes,
favorite cup of coffee hangin' 'round with your best friends
you are the life inside the painting that is hanging on the wall,
and if I didn't come here to see you then I wouldn't come here at all
old suitcases and the guitar strings scattered round the floor,
knives drawing notebooks and a bucket of dreams sittin' by the door
I will be playin' this guitar for you as you fall asleep tonight,
and you'll hear it through those paper walls in the early mornin' light
you can find her at the depot but she ain't waiting' for no train,
you might find her in the attic starin' out at the rain
she is as lively as the colors of which most artists only dream,
she's seen the bitter side of life before and its jaded her it seems
(c) 2011 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
Northbound sittin on a southbound train
No money in your pocket and youre left sittin in the rain
Two way ticket down a one way track
Don’t know where youre headed but you know you aint comin back
It feels like ive reached the bottom but its
Still a long way down
So I ask, the bartender
To pour me another round
Stars don’t have to fall for you to know that its night
Whats left is all you’ve got when youre all out of the right
Started at the ending don’t know where to begin
And so it goes, no one knows about the shape I'm in
It feels like ive reached the bottom but its
Still a long way down
So I ask, the bartender
To pour me another round
(CJM 2013)
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
I hate to see her go
But there she is walking away
Sometimes I just don't know
I guess its better off that way
She laughs at everybody's jokes
the whole world makes her smile
I guess she just wants to be free
because nobody makes her...
nobody makes her cry but me
She left her key in the door
She left a note on the bed
Sometimes I cant make sense of all the things that run through my head
The tear drops on the paper are dry
so I know she's gone
maybe I'll see her later
maybe she was never here at all
She laughs at everybody's jokes
the whole world makes her smile
I guess she just wants to be free
because nobody makes her...
nobody makes her cry but me
(c) 2013 CJM
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Old chair sittin' broken in the corner
a dusty mirror hangin' on the wall
mamma's in the kitchen makin' a cup of coffee
daddy, he's just sleeping down the hall
sisters in the backyard picking' flowers
brothers in the treehouse with a gun
and I am watching all, but they can't see me
no one else around knows what they've done
Some of them will live and die without ever even knowing
and I have lived and died among them all
bones'll break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
and you will hear my voice after it all
old man shopping cart down by the river
the banker drives his cadillac back home
his high rise overlooks the lifeless city
that in his eyes does not seem lifeless at all
twigs and sticks have gathered to build a heart of fire
twigs and sticks or maybe sticks and stones
give or take or crush and break the time that you fear after
realize it was never there at all
Some of them will live and die without ever even knowing
and I have lived and died among them all
bones'll break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
and you will hear my voice after it all
and you will hear my voice after it all
and you will hear my voice after it all
bones'll break and dust will make the pathways we walk after
and you will hear my voice after it all
(c) 2011 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
I went out searching' with nothing to find
went looking' for someone with no one in mind
last petal on a rose in the fall I feel alone
all the faces starin' back from the crowd reflect my own
I can't breathe without you here
I can't hold on, I need you near
Down this highway, lonesome road
life before me left untold
tell me something that I wonder
forever lost or just untouched
a wounded heart in two is cut
lost at sea, I'm going under
Through the darkness I feel you
in the silence I see you
turnin' slowly you fade away
your lips moving with nothing to say
reaching out without my hands
a voiceless call on nothing lands
I went out searching' with nothing to find
went looking' for someone with no one in mind
(c) 2008 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:44 AM UTC
I went down to the river to try and find Maria,
but Maria wasn't there, I walked the bank for a while,
skipping stones I searched for miles, but you know, Maria was nowhere
Oh, Maria where did you go
Maria where did you go
Where did you go
Maria where have you gone
I went into the city, to try and find Maria, but in the city I only found despair,
skyscrapers streets and boardwalks, the empty sound of my feet on the sidewalk,
stares and glares were all I found there
so I walked down to the ocean, to try and find Maria,
and I found her, yes I found her there,
her soul was the waves in their crashing,
her voice was the breeze in her laughing,
and her tears were the mist softly floating in the salty air
Oh, Maria, I miss you so
Maria I miss you so
I miss you so
Maria I miss you so
(c)2011 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
Don’t need no body tellin me
Nothing at all
Don’t need nobody to tell me
Nothing at all
Sometimes ya just gotta try it
And its my fault if I fall
Don’t need nobody tellin me
Nothing at all
Don’t need to call me on the phone
Don’t need to call me on the phone
Sometimes this ol boy needs to be left alone
Don’t need to call me on the phone
Don’t need you kissin me goodbye
Don’t need you kissin me goodbye
Just go on and walk away so you don’t see me cry
Don’t need you kissin me goodbye
Sorry if I curse too much
Sorry if I curse too much
Used to read the bible
But lately ive been out of touch
Sorry if I curse too much
Don’t need to tell me not to drink
Don’t need to tell me not to drink
You know I do my best thinkin
Sittin in a corner drinkin
Don’t need to ask me not to drink
Its just the kind of life I lead
Its just the kind of life I lead
Sometimes I win the fight and other times I bleed
But its just the kind of life I lead
© CJM 2012
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
I dont cry when it rains
dont always smile when the sun shines
ive seen my fair share of pain
and it helps me through the tough times
ive broke a couple of hearts along the way
had mine broken once or twice myself
thats just the way it goes they say
but i say
if life throws you a curve, you keep your eye on the ball
and if youre backed up and cards are stacked up
make sure you know where the hammer falls
some nights youll sleep with your boots on
and some days youll walk alone
but ive been there and i can still say with no shame
i dont cry when it rains
I dont cry when it rains
i guess i never really thought to
never been one for walking behind the crown
guess i was never really taught to
i dont always do what i should
I dont like to do what I'm told
I guess im just happy to live my life
with any luck I might die old.
(c) 2013 CJM
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
I saw the look in her eyes
Caught my reflection in the tears that fell
Like rain from the stormy skies
But I had not a single word to say
Just left an echo in the silence
As I faded into grey
Because she's just a stranger
And I do not recall her face
Like a nickel laid on a railroad track
Lines gone without a trace
She's just a stranger
A memory I cannot recall
Like a whisper lost on the summer breeze
Before it made a sound at all
Was she a painter with no canvas
A poet left without a rhyme
Last grain of sand dropped through the hourglass
Or just a nightmare in my mind
I do not know why her empty shadow
Is the only thing I see
She may be somebody to someone
But all she is to me
Is just a stranger...
(c) 2013 CJM
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
Some days you've gotta read the story just to figure out your lines
and other days youve gotta write it just to save some time
so i sit here with my guitar and nothing much to say
but the melody keeps flowin on without me
sometimes it works that way
i like to be in full control but im the first to know to grow
sometimes you gotta learn to let things go
its hard to do im tellin you youre tellin me
sometimes i cant see
but all i can be
is me
some days you gotta read the story just to figure out your lines
some days youve gotta write the poem just to work out all the rhymes
some days the pen goes where the wind blows just so you survive
some times you just gotta watch the blood flow to remember youre alive.
(c)2013 CJM
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Ive got boxes full of memories
Next to the mattress on the floor
My hat still hangs in the same place that
It always hung before
Nothings really changed much
Except now I wash my own clothes
And the hole I try to fill seems to get harder as it goes
Sometimes I miss her
Sometimes shes all that I can see
Theres times I think that life is set to make a fool right out of me
But sometimes I smile
When I think of a memory
Because shell always be texas to me
Theres not a highway I don’t see her
Houston on up to raton
The thoughts they fade into the cracks that have opened in these bones
Sometimes I find a bottle and crawl way down inside
Sometimes I sit and feel the pain to remember I'm alive.
© CJM 2014
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Some say he died of a broken heart
some say he never had one from the start
some say he must've lost his soul
some say a lot of things, but some they'll never know
Some say they think he's lost his mind
others say "Nah, he's alright, yeah, he's doin' fine"
some call him a hypocrite, a liar, and a fool
but he just keeps on rollin' on ,yeah
cause he's just passin' through
some have walked miles and miles in the same shoes that he's worn
and others say they curse the day that this man was born
some judge him harshly
and some pretend that they don't care
but it's the ones who think they do no wrong
that make him wanna disappear
some say he's walkin' blind to all the places that he's been
some say the man he tries to be is lost, long gone with the wind
some say he moves too fast and others think he's lost control
but it's the ones who really know him say "he's just got a gypsy soul"
(c) 2010 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
Wont somebody tell me
why the world is so grey
I don't know if I can take it much longer anyway
I don't understand the evil men do
Oh, sometimes I just sit and imagine
like Lennon told us to
I don't know why, won't somebody try to help me
tell me please, tell me won't you try
I don't know why, won't somebody try to help me
tell me please
and look me in the eye
Can't take anymore, never settle the score
Oh, don't be alarmed if you sell yourself to the world
in the mirror you see a *****
how did it go wrong, all I've got is a song
and I feel like I lost my place
in a book called life and the pages kept flippin' along
I don't know why
and don't you tell me the answer is in the question
'cause I know that's a lie
(c) 2008 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
Maybe it's the way that the rain came down today
made her smile go away and now it's gone
or maybe it's the way that I look at her and say
that I'm here today but won't be here for long
I don't want to talk about it
I just want to scream and shout it
I just wanna live without it all along
rearview mirror I see it fading
dark sunglasses, my eyes shading
yeah, the cover of the glazing and I'm gone
I stare into the mirror I already see it clearer
and I won't let it get nearer not this time
I separate the pain I cut the heart off from the brain
take the letters from a name no longer mine
(c) 2011 CJM
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
There's not much left,
Pieces left strewn
And abandonded
In all of the places
I've ever died
There's not much left,
But you can have this heart
If you would like.
It isn't much,
But it sings in the thunder
And it is all I have left
To give.
-cjm-
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC