I always said
I don’t dance in another man’s shoes…
But there have been times, I wouldn’t have minded,
Trying them on!
I’ve sworn to God
And at him too
Both times…
A busy signal, rang true
I’ve leapt over ponds
Of where right was beaten by wrong
Yet I landed flat
Now don’t that beat that?
Now these silly lyrics
My boy, may not make much sense,
They will sometime
In your future! I guess
I’m so cold
My hands, drenched
In red,
Not clay
Where my heart is tethered to
I tremble
My rifle, my crutch
Its bore, empty
As my heart is, too
And there I rest
In freedoms breast,
And now I die.
Looking unto the dark
Of a forbidding sky
Rest they say!!
Tomorrow is another day!!
And you’ll be fine to join your company
But then I die
Politely -then I die
With no mercy
But no longer so, thirsty
The Executioner:
Four seasons of winds
Held in one’s breath
Awaiting its time
To exhale all of its sense
And when it did
Old dull rivers did flow
Barren lands did grow
Calm seas pitched to and fro
Fish leapt unto the morrow where calm once held
Old lives, once thought gone
But now began to glow
So who am I?
To record such deeds
Of earthy movements set upon those in need
I am the man of rightful calling
Meant to kill all, with no remorse Before the morning
How’s that Edgar??
Two old books sat on a shelf
One said hey you, is this all there is? Is there nothing else?
All my pages, tattered,
My binding, weak and cracked
I don’t think anyone wants us anymore,
Just to let you know we’re two-old hacks!
Yes, the other did respond
It’s true what you say
Our time has sped away, and we’re left here to decay
But….
But- what, my ageless hard –copy- friend. But what is it you say?
We are still here
And reign on the top shelf too
But- below, on lower shelfs; our once supposed replacements strewn in piles of floppy discs,
Left helpless to revel themselves. But our pages still are set free.
You see!
Ah yes, I do see what you say.
So true, for all which has come after too
Cranky hard disks, and flash drives soon. I think I’m happier now, up on the top shelf, rubbing covers with the likes of you
To die politely
I told a friend
Is my goal
Of my end
It’s there I will,
Leave all alone–
For once and for good
Where memories did once
Roam!
But,
To do so,
I thought would be a chore
Who would believe it
That I am now gone?
They would.
He would.
She would also and too—
The tenor and soprano
Who sang at the altar, lies, of my to-do?
And as they thought
I was fare-de-well, I regained one last breath to say
Oh-what the hell
And then
Die politely I did
My dear sweet friends
Remember that
There is a world
That will eventually end….
What time Was it The river flowed The mountain stayed The heart of rock and roll Did meet mother earth And father time said well That's enough Betty So you just go over there And let life decide
Where are you?
My gentle clock
Are you here, now?
Or before, after dark
Or are you well into the future
How can I know when?
Time is almost run out?
Where are you my sneaky friend?
Are you here now?
Or then, before, the time slipped past my open door?
No matter to me, either way
Cause time is short\
Short
Short enough to say
Well, let it just go
Gooooooooooooo
I shot a star
Into the night
There it rested
Among others so bright
And when and if
It tarnished so
I’d send another to
Just say hello
Because with or without
My stars being bright
And if the night isn’t so bright
I’d still want to know
Did you remember me so?
As one who could
Shoot out the stars, bright light?
The trick ta life
ya see
I think,,
Is to treat it like you’re in a rip tide
And when it’s done taking you to where it wants to
You can swim left
or right
To safety
I feel the cold, now,
more then ever
Sea air chills
Rain pelts
Spray from the sail ships piercing bow carves white water
clings
Oh how I wish
To see land again
For I, I am, a sailor in the kings navy
And here I am to seek, the enemy
With, no quarter do I hold life’s righteous love
of life’s worth so told
And bleed they do
As I do too
Little do I care
About me or
YOU!
