take me for a test drive
look there under my hood
tinker with my engine
I still run pretty good
look at my cute chassis
investigate my dash
I can get you anywhere
and do it pretty fast
investigate me deeper
don't do it just for fun
I may have a couple of dings
but I still purr when I run
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Sunday, February 9, 2020
Friday, February 7, 2020
more or less?
you laced on your running shoes
said you'd return real quick
that was several months ago
I haven't seen you since
that's what I get for trusting
or believing there would be more
all I can remember of you is
your yellow shirt going out that door
I haven't changed a thing here
in case you ever come back
your coffee cup sets empty
and dusty on the rack
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said you'd return real quick
that was several months ago
I haven't seen you since
that's what I get for trusting
or believing there would be more
all I can remember of you is
your yellow shirt going out that door
I haven't changed a thing here
in case you ever come back
your coffee cup sets empty
and dusty on the rack
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riding away
now the cowboy is riding away
he played a hand, I couldn't play
the queen of hearts on an ace-high straight
now the cowboy is riding away
love sinks low like the setting sun
there were many things he could have done
the in and out; the revolving door
riding away this time for sure
the moon comes up on the final scene
casting its glow on what could have been
the queen of hearts, I played on your ace
was more than the cowboy's heart could take
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he played a hand, I couldn't play
the queen of hearts on an ace-high straight
now the cowboy is riding away
love sinks low like the setting sun
there were many things he could have done
the in and out; the revolving door
riding away this time for sure
the moon comes up on the final scene
casting its glow on what could have been
the queen of hearts, I played on your ace
was more than the cowboy's heart could take
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Thursday, February 6, 2020
a silent little prayer
you sped by and I glimpsed your face
your stuff all packed for your quick getaway
you've tried before but it just didn't take
a fool never learns from past mistakes
you left a treasure under a Palo Verde tree
down in the Valley where all was green
you're heading north with your heart mapped out
forgetting a tiny piece that lays due South
you hit the brakes as the interstate forks
your heart a little heavier than you had thought
the song that plays on your radio
says you stayed too long...it was time to go
without a thought or without any cares
you say again your silent little prayer
"don't let what I'm doing be a huge mistake
am I too early or just an hour too late"
you hit the mountains and are feeling mighty fine
ready to try it all one more time
but the dust won't settle on your yesterdays
the shadow in your soul you thought filed away
like a 12-step program you try to justify
take all the wrongs and try to make them right
but it comes creeping back when you try to fall asleep
all you left behind and what you couldn't keep
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your stuff all packed for your quick getaway
you've tried before but it just didn't take
a fool never learns from past mistakes
you left a treasure under a Palo Verde tree
down in the Valley where all was green
you're heading north with your heart mapped out
forgetting a tiny piece that lays due South
you hit the brakes as the interstate forks
your heart a little heavier than you had thought
the song that plays on your radio
says you stayed too long...it was time to go
without a thought or without any cares
you say again your silent little prayer
"don't let what I'm doing be a huge mistake
am I too early or just an hour too late"
you hit the mountains and are feeling mighty fine
ready to try it all one more time
but the dust won't settle on your yesterdays
the shadow in your soul you thought filed away
like a 12-step program you try to justify
take all the wrongs and try to make them right
but it comes creeping back when you try to fall asleep
all you left behind and what you couldn't keep
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find your way
it pains me to see what is left
the shadow replaced by mere bones
I see through the skeleton
the view partially blocked by a rib
but viewable just the same
on the other side grass is green
flowers bloom and grow
the sun sets in the west and yonder
the crescent moon glows
a new star shines in the night sky as
an old one dies and falls to earth
walk forward my friend
one foot in front of the other
a prophet shall lead the way
the piper paid in purest silver
as you find your path...
love is an uphill climb
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the shadow replaced by mere bones
I see through the skeleton
the view partially blocked by a rib
but viewable just the same
on the other side grass is green
flowers bloom and grow
the sun sets in the west and yonder
the crescent moon glows
a new star shines in the night sky as
an old one dies and falls to earth
walk forward my friend
one foot in front of the other
a prophet shall lead the way
the piper paid in purest silver
as you find your path...
love is an uphill climb
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breached
somewhere deep between darkness and light
I lost my way in the evening's twilight
I can't remember when I've been this cold
across this valley where it was foretold
I shield my eyes, with both of my hands
reach across this desert where there's nothing but sand
I look across the borders searching far and wide
across this valley to the inside of my mind
I can see the light that's breaking through the leaves
and the harder it gets, the more I believe
over the barricades and trenches I climb
across this valley to inside my decline
the things I've lost there somewhere in time
I’ve stared down honor, saw its surprise
the reasons and the rhymes I still deny
across this valley where my soul wanders blind
chaos reigns when the order gets tossed
and my only crime is the time I've lost
the distance is there but no limits do I reach
across this valley where my heart was breached
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I lost my way in the evening's twilight
I can't remember when I've been this cold
across this valley where it was foretold
I shield my eyes, with both of my hands
reach across this desert where there's nothing but sand
I look across the borders searching far and wide
across this valley to the inside of my mind
I can see the light that's breaking through the leaves
and the harder it gets, the more I believe
over the barricades and trenches I climb
across this valley to inside my decline
the things I've lost there somewhere in time
I’ve stared down honor, saw its surprise
the reasons and the rhymes I still deny
across this valley where my soul wanders blind
chaos reigns when the order gets tossed
and my only crime is the time I've lost
the distance is there but no limits do I reach
across this valley where my heart was breached
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Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Quiet Solitude
In the early evening
After all the work is done
We spend some time together
And watch the setting sun
Sitting on the terrace
Just my love and me
Content in quite solitude
As we watch the rolling sea
Sitting here together
His arm around me tight
Embracing all we see and feel
Under stars that light the night
No place that we would rather be
No place we need to go
We’ll sit here for hours
As our passion grows
The sea and you and all the stars
Are all I’ll ever need
My heart and soul are so content
My mind at last at ease
Let’s stay here forever
Loving, secure, serene
In this beach house by the sea
Just my love and me
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After all the work is done
We spend some time together
And watch the setting sun
Sitting on the terrace
Just my love and me
Content in quite solitude
As we watch the rolling sea
Sitting here together
His arm around me tight
Embracing all we see and feel
Under stars that light the night
No place that we would rather be
No place we need to go
We’ll sit here for hours
As our passion grows
The sea and you and all the stars
Are all I’ll ever need
My heart and soul are so content
My mind at last at ease
Let’s stay here forever
Loving, secure, serene
In this beach house by the sea
Just my love and me
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west by southwest
ebb and flow oh mighty tide
in the golden lunar light
waves that whisper to the shore
I'm always coming back for more
no wasted hours, I spend with you
my soul at peace when once I view
I hear you call, I hear you call
once again, I am enthralled
free my mind, fill my days
with solitude and warm sun rays
my spirit soars, my mind will rest
your quiet beauty, west by southwest
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in the golden lunar light
waves that whisper to the shore
I'm always coming back for more
no wasted hours, I spend with you
my soul at peace when once I view
I hear you call, I hear you call
once again, I am enthralled
free my mind, fill my days
with solitude and warm sun rays
my spirit soars, my mind will rest
your quiet beauty, west by southwest
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Tuesday, February 4, 2020
if you write the songs
keep on moving
push as hard as you can
you never get back anymore
than you are giving
keep on living
keep on believing
if you write the songs
those around will sing them
I can see where you are going
you are half-way there
all it takes is effort
and a little bit of prayer
keep on giving
keep on hoping
if you write the songs
those around will sing them
if you write the songs
those around will sing them
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push as hard as you can
you never get back anymore
than you are giving
keep on living
keep on believing
if you write the songs
those around will sing them
I can see where you are going
you are half-way there
all it takes is effort
and a little bit of prayer
keep on giving
keep on hoping
if you write the songs
those around will sing them
if you write the songs
those around will sing them
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I confess
Father, forgive me for I have sinned...
I confess it all, repenting complete
penance handed down from a curtained confessional
kneeling, I beg for Your forgiveness
vowing to tread a righteous path
knowing in my heart, as I depart
I will still wrong others
that Satan always comes creeping back
and tonight, I will sin again
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I confess it all, repenting complete
penance handed down from a curtained confessional
kneeling, I beg for Your forgiveness
vowing to tread a righteous path
knowing in my heart, as I depart
I will still wrong others
that Satan always comes creeping back
and tonight, I will sin again
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Monday, February 3, 2020
I pray...I pray
I close my eyes and run
blindly, toward what is real
cursing the sweet taste
of lips that ask nothing
can I give without breaking
can I take and ask nothing
I pray for sun, rain falls
I pray..I pray
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blindly, toward what is real
cursing the sweet taste
of lips that ask nothing
can I give without breaking
can I take and ask nothing
I pray for sun, rain falls
I pray..I pray
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inspired
on a crisp white page
I read the words
flowing like lyrics
to my favorite song
and they inspire me
to be all I can be
and the simpleness
fills my heart
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I read the words
flowing like lyrics
to my favorite song
and they inspire me
to be all I can be
and the simpleness
fills my heart
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Saturday, February 1, 2020
lightning strike
lightning flashes across the sky
energy I feel in my veins
it illuminates all, the here and the now
unleashing what lays underneath
thunder rumbles, low and long
tremors shaking deep inside
it forewarns the storm, about to come
the passion quaking inside of me
it does strike twice starting as a glow
it does ignite the heat and desire
it does burn hot, white and intense
it does cause the fire that burns within
nature's ferocity at its best
matched by passion's avidity
stirring what lays just under the skin
a fervor unbridled and set free
let the lightning flash and the thunder roll
striking twice, igniting it all
release the fury..this raging inferno
saddle and ride the tempestuous wind
it does strike twice starting as a glow
it does ignite the heat and desire
it does burn hot, white and intense
it does cause the fire that burns within
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energy I feel in my veins
it illuminates all, the here and the now
unleashing what lays underneath
thunder rumbles, low and long
tremors shaking deep inside
it forewarns the storm, about to come
the passion quaking inside of me
it does strike twice starting as a glow
it does ignite the heat and desire
it does burn hot, white and intense
it does cause the fire that burns within
nature's ferocity at its best
matched by passion's avidity
stirring what lays just under the skin
a fervor unbridled and set free
let the lightning flash and the thunder roll
striking twice, igniting it all
release the fury..this raging inferno
saddle and ride the tempestuous wind
it does strike twice starting as a glow
it does ignite the heat and desire
it does burn hot, white and intense
it does cause the fire that burns within
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Friday, January 31, 2020
grains of sand
lessons sometimes come too late
grains of sand in restless wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands
as you turn your back and leave
bits and pieces fall behind
could I have loved you better
thoughts spinning 'round in time
I can't see Your reasons
I don't know, I just don't know
weeds in the garden grow steadily
as I reap the things I sow
lessons some times too late
grains of sand in the wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands
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grains of sand in restless wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands
as you turn your back and leave
bits and pieces fall behind
could I have loved you better
thoughts spinning 'round in time
I can't see Your reasons
I don't know, I just don't know
weeds in the garden grow steadily
as I reap the things I sow
lessons some times too late
grains of sand in the wind
a soul without conviction
placing it all in Your hands
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evolve
with the wind at my back, a cool breeze on my face
toe to heel, shoes click-clack as I walk about this place
I'm living this life and praying for better days
boxing up the old stuff and stowing it all away
looking for the answers to the same old questions
breathing in the dust from previous misconceptions
narrow is the road, that is paved with truth
wide is the trail that leads me to you
I listen to that voice, here deep inside of me
whispering of sweetness but it doesn't set me free
the sand holds footprints, swept clean by each new tide
and the moon that glows reflects where it resides
I yearn for something, hope that's undeterred
what a dream promises, each morning the sun blurs
still I have my reasons--why I've held on to the past
knowing deep down that it wasn't built to last
the answers to the questions, all stay unresolved
there is no gestation, when love does not evolve
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toe to heel, shoes click-clack as I walk about this place
I'm living this life and praying for better days
boxing up the old stuff and stowing it all away
looking for the answers to the same old questions
breathing in the dust from previous misconceptions
narrow is the road, that is paved with truth
wide is the trail that leads me to you
I listen to that voice, here deep inside of me
whispering of sweetness but it doesn't set me free
the sand holds footprints, swept clean by each new tide
and the moon that glows reflects where it resides
I yearn for something, hope that's undeterred
what a dream promises, each morning the sun blurs
still I have my reasons--why I've held on to the past
knowing deep down that it wasn't built to last
the answers to the questions, all stay unresolved
there is no gestation, when love does not evolve
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Thursday, January 30, 2020
onward
you take me as I am
I take it as it comes
when it all starts caving in
and I start to self-combust
looking over my shoulder
your wind at my back
forward, on this trail
keeping me on track
grace and goodness flow
divine intervention wanes
over and over and over
it all ends up the same
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I take it as it comes
when it all starts caving in
and I start to self-combust
looking over my shoulder
your wind at my back
forward, on this trail
keeping me on track
grace and goodness flow
divine intervention wanes
over and over and over
it all ends up the same
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strength
from the day we are born
You look down and smile
we must really screw up
for You to disown
bless me Father
for I have sinned
give me strength
to begin again
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You look down and smile
we must really screw up
for You to disown
bless me Father
for I have sinned
give me strength
to begin again
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Wednesday, January 29, 2020
surrender
in my mind,
there will never be anything
as sweet as surrender
rendering...
all we have inside
to another
our storms and sun
in my heart,
I know you did what you thought
was best, no retreat
sweets...
leaving all that I have
for another
to love and cherish
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there will never be anything
as sweet as surrender
rendering...
all we have inside
to another
our storms and sun
in my heart,
I know you did what you thought
was best, no retreat
sweets...
leaving all that I have
for another
to love and cherish
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close
what I hold close is all of this...
the songs you sing to me
barely audible whispers in my ear
hands that touch the places they know
fingertips that trace a familiar path
excitement rendered anew
what I hold close is all of this...
the places we've been
the trails yet to forge
together we go hand in hand
footsteps in sync
love warms our way
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the songs you sing to me
barely audible whispers in my ear
hands that touch the places they know
fingertips that trace a familiar path
excitement rendered anew
what I hold close is all of this...
the places we've been
the trails yet to forge
together we go hand in hand
footsteps in sync
love warms our way
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Tuesday, January 28, 2020
love
your kiss excites
your hands ignite
my poetry recites
the fire you light
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your hands ignite
my poetry recites
the fire you light
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Taurus
I get a call and baby's out fishing
ADT says there's something fishy
I told the girl that I'm on my way
this is not what I needed to end my day
no windows broken, no doors unlocked
I creep in, take the Taurus from the box
I check the whole house by myself
all looks good, just like it was left
I answer the door, it is the cops
I said I'm armed and I'm not in shock
I'm putting it down cause I see his car
he's just there to protect me from harm
I check every closet, ever single nook
I'm making sure that there is no crooks
ready to shoot, loaded for bear
hollow points loaded to protect my lair
all is good, there isn't any perp
I pour some wine after I take another look
climb in the spa, it's been a long day
I'm not going to put the Taurus away!!!
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ADT says there's something fishy
I told the girl that I'm on my way
this is not what I needed to end my day
no windows broken, no doors unlocked
I creep in, take the Taurus from the box
I check the whole house by myself
all looks good, just like it was left
I answer the door, it is the cops
I said I'm armed and I'm not in shock
I'm putting it down cause I see his car
he's just there to protect me from harm
I check every closet, ever single nook
I'm making sure that there is no crooks
ready to shoot, loaded for bear
hollow points loaded to protect my lair
all is good, there isn't any perp
I pour some wine after I take another look
climb in the spa, it's been a long day
I'm not going to put the Taurus away!!!
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Monday, January 27, 2020
one more
I write my truth from a one-sided view
it is just about me and a little of you
this page it glares in flowing script
as I come to terms and get a grip
vigilantes sing lyrics written to my heart
ballads of love, unrealized starts
put to music and strummed with pain
of nothing lost and nothing gained
when I bring it forth with prose and rhyme
five hundred days of another time
I'll give him the lyrics for yet one more
of windows closed and shutting doors
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it is just about me and a little of you
this page it glares in flowing script
as I come to terms and get a grip
vigilantes sing lyrics written to my heart
ballads of love, unrealized starts
put to music and strummed with pain
of nothing lost and nothing gained
when I bring it forth with prose and rhyme
five hundred days of another time
I'll give him the lyrics for yet one more
of windows closed and shutting doors
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little things
small things bring pleasure
it is that you think of me
smiling at your thoughts
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it is that you think of me
smiling at your thoughts
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Sunday, January 26, 2020
this path
a traveler on the path of life
a backpack full of smokey dreams
heavier as I choose the ones
that lead me to my destiny
choices always popping up
questions grow along my way
pondering, what do I do?
sometimes causing me delay
lessons learned from heartbreak
a student journeys forth
the road now smooth and signed
but different down each fork
changes in the weather
often drenched by rain
the sun comes out eventually
to dry me out again
this time, slowly, up I hike
to the hightest peak
on this trail, the here and now
that grants me what I seek
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a backpack full of smokey dreams
heavier as I choose the ones
that lead me to my destiny
choices always popping up
questions grow along my way
pondering, what do I do?
sometimes causing me delay
lessons learned from heartbreak
a student journeys forth
the road now smooth and signed
but different down each fork
changes in the weather
often drenched by rain
the sun comes out eventually
to dry me out again
this time, slowly, up I hike
to the hightest peak
on this trail, the here and now
that grants me what I seek
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in between
what was and what is
thick dust settles undisturbed
that door remains shut
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thick dust settles undisturbed
that door remains shut
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