Monthly Archives: April 2021

Do you?

Do you have Chambord? 

Do you have the time of –

Day? 

Is your pet well healed? 

Is it within the lines of good taste?

Where life and good wine find

Their skills, bound so fast

And where the breath of new roses 

Spills within and among those

Of equal moral classes…

Oh hell is that all one can see or say

Our does ones time, life, hopes and dreams

Melt desperation 

Away? 

It’s not the violence that wins

It’s when you’re legs are kicked out from you

You fall to your knees

And you finally see truth at eye level 

Someday

Someday you will wake

You will grow

You will take

All of life’s, confusing winds 

And carry them upon

Your

Silver,… wings

Oh let the rustle

Let the bustle

Let, the frustration, of

A kind life

Streak upon grays skies

Of moss and elms bark

Someday you will wake

And grow

And take

All of life’s risk

And mistakes

Someday

You will let the rustle

The the fragments of life’s

Ohh.. life’s…

The most honest
Is music
The least
Is music
But there is no better place
To hide
Ones eyes
From the grief
Of headlines

Danger

Well I got introduced to daaanger

When the street doctor said

Heey man

I’ve got the thing

To kill the pain

Of a love’s gone bad

bad-dream

Well I don’t know I said to him

Oh don’t worry, he said to me

This is your friend man, it’s just the thing

To kill the pain of love’s gone bad -end

So I paid his price

And rolled the dice

And sure enough I was cured of lust

But only for a while

You see,

Cause love’s gone bad needs time to die

In its own time

And the price I paid for the doc’s med’s

Was only a down-payment on hells edge and lie