I just think of Him as an answering machine who sits at a desk with army boots on.
Sitting there choosing who to answer,
while he throws the rest of the voices around like paper planes into acid rains
to make sure their faith can never get too high.
How Is This Any Different Than Before?
If a kiss is only a kiss,
than what is a dance without the twists?
Just because you want to keep on moving it
don’t mean that you have it.
So, keep on rocking with it
and keep on shaking it
so we don’t get cold.
We may have just sold ourselves to
the dark side,
but that’s where we go to sleep-
right?
And if a kiss is just a kiss,
then why we do we keep on doing it?
What am I supposed to think
of your coffee stained lips
with smoke drenched breath?
Just because you inhale doesn’t make you smart,
just a little closer to death.
Like every time I breathe-
time gets a little closer to
the dark side,
but that’s where we sleep-
right?
And if a kiss is just a kiss,
then why do we have lips?
This Is Splendid…Not Like The Sugar!
I’ve got some tea & honey.
A pad of paper.
A blue ballpoint pen.
And the CMA’s in the background.
Off to create more my friends, off to creativeland!
I’ve got my groove back. 
Was It Late, Or Just Early?
Woke up late last Friday,
Or was it early?
My alarm clock never gets the time right,
So I go by how the sun shines.
(Google Images)
I may be late,
But I don’t need an excuse
Since I’m smiling and
The clock stopped working.
Does that mean time stops just for me?
Or do the hours keep passing by?
I just don’t know.
Yet, I’ll be the one to love this day the most.
Keep on walking down this avenue
To the Mississippi
And cast out all my hopes.
Knowing the river flows down stream
And I can chase them.
(Village House Inn)
How my glory may fade
But at least time will always be with me,
Even if I don’t know.
You know what I mean?
Woke up late last Friday,
Or was it early?
My alarm clock never gets the time right,
So I go by how the sun shines.
I may be late,
But I don’t need an excuse
Since I’m smiling and
The clock stopped working.
Does that mean time stops just for me?
Or do the hours keep passing by?
I just don’t know.
I’ll be the one to love this day the most.
It seems as though I’m on a fool adventure
Chasing things I cannot see,
But will time ever cease to be with me?
Maybe once I’m dead and gone,
Under the sea.
Time is just a concept that I’ve built
Making sure I get from point A to B.
Societal roles,
Controlling my mind so I’ll never be free.
Maybe I was never late
And was not early either.
Just stuck in the middle of the tick and the tok
Floating in between.
(Google Images)
So I’m not going to get frustrated
And gutted when time slips away
From me.
I’ll just laugh and say,
“Was it late, or just early?”
Aha Moment!
I was in the shower and had my Pandora playing…
Yes, yes I blast music and just listen, think, sing, and what have you.
It’s a love of mine.
When all of a sudden this song came on.
I turned off the water.
Stood in the shower
and just listened.
I was mesmerized.
My heart just melted a bit.
This lovely gentleman has a way with his words.
I may go have a good cry now and write.
