"hey grandma, how are you this year?"
"how's deer season going, uncle wayne?"
"how many cats do you have now?"
by the way i think i'm depressed
(sjb)

and you let him leave bruises
on your skin
so you'd know what it was like
when he was gone
(sjb)

and maybe I just
get attached too easily
and maybe I just
get my hopes up too fast
but I cannot fight this feeling
in the pit of my stomach
that every single atom
of my existence wants to be with you every minute of everyday.
so no,
I cannot help but get my hopes up.
no, I cannot help
getting attached to you.  
because you taught me
I shouldn't turn others into my lungs and rely on them for every breath.
but I should allow things
like sunsets
and the ocean shore
and the way the stars look at 3 am take my breath away.
(sjb)

Truth was planted in aged couples
It jumped and pulled the cord
Hail, lo! Here comes  the lord
I'm not worthy to hold his buckles

I'm of water he is of spirit
Both are with herds  among the jackals
Caught in wilderness fitted with shackles
I'm the old will he's to do merit

Head of truth gets severed and thrown
The will sprauts watered by spirit
Bread could prevail on dead woods credit
Yet truth gets crushed to win its own crown

Truth is the word of  God and his way
Word is life of God he gave away

but everyone kisses
the wrong person
once in a while.
(sjb)

life is just a story and you are the binding of my book**
(sjb)

and maybe i like
my coffee cold and bitter now
because as much as I hate to admit it,
it reminds me of you.
(sjb)