the other side has flowers
this side wrought with thorns
the other side is sunny
this side thunderstorms
the other side has mountains
this side flat and brown
the other side grows lushly
this side is beaten down
the other side may have
these things
this side not so much
the grass is always greener
on what you cannot touch
I may look there longingly
and think it may be smooth
but I will stay on my side
working to improve it
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Friday, July 26, 2024
Wednesday, July 24, 2024
intense
thinking all about this
choices that have happened
from the first hello
to that last goodbye
the only thing I can figure
in this lengthy analysis
no other observation
relationships are intense
it is right brain, left brain
and everything in-between
it's chemical, physical, biological
emotional and temperamental
it's what we can't hold back
give back or take back too
one false step could rock it
and you fall in a abyss
there isn't rhyme or reason
and forget all those equations
the psychology and self-help books
it's really simple addition
one and one makes two
and giving your best shot
close your eyes. dive right in
float up to the top
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take your best shot
all these comments and none that matter
ego intact, not broken or shattered
say what you want, you arrogant fools
hope you don't fall from that high stool
you think you know, and I'll take a knee
not born yesterday, or hidden from Thee
ego intact, not broken or shattered
say what you want, you arrogant fools
hope you don't fall from that high stool
you think you know, and I'll take a knee
not born yesterday, or hidden from Thee
I put it all out, for others to see
what they all think matters very little to me
so go ahead all, take your best shot
'cause like I said, it matters naught
I read once, the constitution says
I have free speech, it's none of your biz
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what they all think matters very little to me
so go ahead all, take your best shot
'cause like I said, it matters naught
I read once, the constitution says
I have free speech, it's none of your biz
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it's okay
it's okay to say I love you
it's okay to show you care
it's okay to offer all you have
even if you have some fears
it's okay to not have answers
it's okay to take your best shot
it's okay to offer nothing
just say that's all you've got
it's okay to figure often
it's okay to be in the dark
it's okay to know that sometimes
love is going to hurt
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dreams are just for dreaming
I slip in past the smoke screen
hitting just a little too close
night vision is a bonus
I see you as you doze
no different from what I discovered
some things will never change
and I leave you like I found you
with nothing rearranged
I can see you on the road
your thumb out, hitchin a ride
I was carrying a heavy load
construction made a difficult drive
no places on the shoulder
no pull off posted by sign
I stop in the middle of the street
getting ticketed for my time
dreams are just for dreaming
clandestine just the same
real life is for real living
not framing in a picture frame
you take what He hands down
trying to ace the tests
you do with it what you can
then stow it with all the rest
here I stand on solid ground
as the world spins round and round
it's my competitive nature
that won't let me back down
I once took my best shot
got a ribbon for second place
but I was in the running
I accept my trophy with grace
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score
I can tell you’re coming over
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I’ve seen that look before
can tell my date has stood me up
you think you're going to score?
here you are on your approach
my defenses are ready to go
come on over, take your best shot
let’s see what you have to show
“is this seat taken?” you ask
you're already sitting down
except for mine they're all empty
you only have to look around
I shrug my shoulders, move my bag
to the seat on the other side
you’re moving your chair closer
and Romeo, it's now go time
let’s see what you have got there
what you have up your sleeve
I’m not staying here much longer
I'm already set to leave
but you're a little bit different
you start talking about your day
not being at all flirtatious
not making me feel like prey
you tell me some amazing stories
both funny and sincere
I’m dropping my defenses
and starting to like it here
I may have been wrong about you
and where I thought this was leading
there is no such innuendo
you just talk to me with feeling
the night goes on quite smoothly
you seem genuine and real
it’s a long time since I’ve talked like this
you’ve got a lot of appeal
you say “if it’s not too forward,
I’d like to give you a call”
“I’ve enjoyed meeting you immensely
you’ve kept me quite enthralled.”
so I give you a number
from the cleaners down the street
thank you for a lovely evening
and hasten my retreat
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Monday, July 22, 2024
I forgive
what about closure, when it never comes
I know that sudden death leaves a hole
deeper and blacker than any pit;
you climb out, brush off the dirt
continue on your way...
merry or not
an apology, with true heart
with unhidden motives
and purest reflection...
yeah, that would do it
sometimes, you just gotta say
it ain't ever comin' my way
I forgot what all the ruckus was about
I know it was something
but in the realm of reality
lookin' over my shoulder
inside my heart--
I forgive
I know that sudden death leaves a hole
deeper and blacker than any pit;
you climb out, brush off the dirt
continue on your way...
merry or not
an apology, with true heart
with unhidden motives
and purest reflection...
yeah, that would do it
sometimes, you just gotta say
it ain't ever comin' my way
I forgot what all the ruckus was about
I know it was something
but in the realm of reality
lookin' over my shoulder
inside my heart--
I forgive
now go, and sin no more!
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something deeper
a crisp yellow shirt
long sleeved on a hot July
in you walk, my heart goes thump
a cool character
lookin for love
humorous, your eyes twinkle
laughter fills the dim lit room
tequila fuels nervous thoughts
chased by surrender
to something deeper
not so lucky times before
but you got all that you looked for
lines are spoken--they always worked
a few of my own added to yours
history in the making
I've worn that shirt with nothing else
a country tune you may know well
cautions blown away with wind
hazard cones precariously placed
around the chambers of my heart
a seeker finds what he searches for
knowing where to look--sweet mystery
we nurse our wounds from what is not
toss what wasn't in a box
trusting what will be
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long sleeved on a hot July
in you walk, my heart goes thump
a cool character
lookin for love
humorous, your eyes twinkle
laughter fills the dim lit room
tequila fuels nervous thoughts
chased by surrender
to something deeper
not so lucky times before
but you got all that you looked for
lines are spoken--they always worked
a few of my own added to yours
history in the making
I've worn that shirt with nothing else
a country tune you may know well
cautions blown away with wind
hazard cones precariously placed
around the chambers of my heart
a seeker finds what he searches for
knowing where to look--sweet mystery
we nurse our wounds from what is not
toss what wasn't in a box
trusting what will be
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Scratch Deeper
Scratch deeper than the surface
Look beyond the façade I present
Look into my depths
Discover who I am
My insecurities and my fears
My mysteries, secrets, intricacies
Unravel my layers
Each tier something new
Explore all that I am
Search my mind
Search my heart and spirit
Look into my soul
The answers are here
And I will reveal all to you
But scratch deeper than the surface
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Look beyond the façade I present
Look into my depths
Discover who I am
My insecurities and my fears
My mysteries, secrets, intricacies
Unravel my layers
Each tier something new
Explore all that I am
Search my mind
Search my heart and spirit
Look into my soul
The answers are here
And I will reveal all to you
But scratch deeper than the surface
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15 Minutes
Have I already used my 15 minutes?
My 15 minutes of fame
That everyone gets
Did I use it wisely?
Did I help someone less fortunate?
Keep them from sinking deeper into an abyss
Wouldn’t I know?
If I did something fantastic
Other than the good feeling it leaves
I have done countless good deeds
Donated to charities and worthy causes
Going green to save the planet
I have donated food
Worked for the Red Cross
Rescued stray pets
How will I know?
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My 15 minutes of fame
That everyone gets
Did I use it wisely?
Did I help someone less fortunate?
Keep them from sinking deeper into an abyss
Wouldn’t I know?
If I did something fantastic
Other than the good feeling it leaves
I have done countless good deeds
Donated to charities and worthy causes
Going green to save the planet
I have donated food
Worked for the Red Cross
Rescued stray pets
How will I know?
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Saturday, July 20, 2024
morning doves
sing your song, morning doves
it lilts so sweetly on the early morning breeze
I know you are not singing to me
but in the stillness of this cool morning
before my day really begins
sing your song
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it lilts so sweetly on the early morning breeze
I know you are not singing to me
but in the stillness of this cool morning
before my day really begins
sing your song
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stillness
love was slowly pounding,
pounding on my heart's door
was I too slow at answering?
I opened it, no one was there
just stillness in the night air
and the fragrance of what could be
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pounding on my heart's door
was I too slow at answering?
I opened it, no one was there
just stillness in the night air
and the fragrance of what could be
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redemption day
tried too hard to hide it
melancholy seeping through
this shadow on my soul
the sun does not get to
singing my song to you
and casting it to the wind
echoes in the stillness
throbbing pain within
following your heart's path
the one that leads away
abandon thoughts left here
it's your redemption day
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melancholy seeping through
this shadow on my soul
the sun does not get to
singing my song to you
and casting it to the wind
echoes in the stillness
throbbing pain within
following your heart's path
the one that leads away
abandon thoughts left here
it's your redemption day
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Monday, July 15, 2024
the number of the beast
666...
the number of the beast
vexillum of soldiers
marching without souls
debauchery, treachery
destroying all they see
look to your left
then to your right
they look like you and me
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the number of the beast
vexillum of soldiers
marching without souls
debauchery, treachery
destroying all they see
look to your left
then to your right
they look like you and me
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footsteps
footsteps that falter
loosing the path
tripping and falling
in loves abyss
growing softer
slipping away
echoing sounds
from the trail where they strayed
no circling back
on this road I travel
nothing to grab
as it all unravels
in this forest
densely overgrown
I forge ahead
into the unknown
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loosing the path
tripping and falling
in loves abyss
growing softer
slipping away
echoing sounds
from the trail where they strayed
no circling back
on this road I travel
nothing to grab
as it all unravels
in this forest
densely overgrown
I forge ahead
into the unknown
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Saturday, July 13, 2024
for you
in the gentleness of your touch
in crystal blue pools of warmth
in your voice that soothes me
and your contagious laughter
in deep kisses and loving moments
your arm around me as we dream
all of this and much, much more
is the gift you give to me
with support and understanding
your concern for my feelings
my problems that you can't control
you listen and hear me
all the while my heart beating
ponderance and quiet times
music we've both come to know
and a dance we have only begun
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frailties
and in the light I see it
the frailties of man
contaminating oceans
pillaging our land
it glistens in the sunlight
pours down with the rain
clouds of realization
hovering poisonous haze
these sins will last for centuries
our children's children will pay
for the wanton disregard
of all the things You gave
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the frailties of man
contaminating oceans
pillaging our land
it glistens in the sunlight
pours down with the rain
clouds of realization
hovering poisonous haze
these sins will last for centuries
our children's children will pay
for the wanton disregard
of all the things You gave
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distant dream
the stars will guide you
your love remind you
the journey has begun
you're finally on the run
once a distant dream
a fantasy now beams
leave behind the past
your heart now will hold fast
living for this time
all the rungs you climbed
once cloaked in your shroud
emanating as clouds
opportunities now brought
and all the things you sought
it all falls into place
at last your saving grace
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your love remind you
the journey has begun
you're finally on the run
once a distant dream
a fantasy now beams
leave behind the past
your heart now will hold fast
living for this time
all the rungs you climbed
once cloaked in your shroud
emanating as clouds
opportunities now brought
and all the things you sought
it all falls into place
at last your saving grace
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Wednesday, July 10, 2024
11
my hair done up
I am finally ready
to fill my cup
you smile at me
and take my hand
as we stand together
just as planned
eleven years
too fast it goes
if only some way
I could make it slow
I'll take this love
through rain or in sun
forever in my soul
long may we run
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vagabond
a vagabond's heart
did what it pleased
silently drifting
empty of needs
reveling in pleasure
repenting the pain
but it all closes in
nothing is gained
hitting a stone wall
you slip as you climb
asking the same questions
time after time
the answers you sought
burn way down deep
a spirit lost in shadow
trying to break free
let the cleansing come
let the rain pour down
let me ease your pain
as the sorrow drowns
let redemption cloak
let your spirit mend
let your soul wrap around
the heart of a friend
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song
you strum my fate
softly,
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fingers agilely moving
on the strings of my heart
the lyrics you sing
the chords that you play
rip deeply into my soul
rendering memories; acoustic sound
vibrating my pain
and depths of despair
the chords are strong
a scordatura performed
reinforcing anguish
the song complete
tears glisten
and fall
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Tuesday, July 9, 2024
God's good gravce
with God's good grace, I've made it here
my guardian Angel always near
ever watchful, never sleeps
incase she needs to interfere
I've been close to dangers door
she intervened like times before
swooping down to save my ass
I'm sure I am one big chore
thank you God, for all you give
what a life you've let me live
thank you for forgiving my sins
never once did I misgive
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a place in time
in the masquerading dawn
sun rising slowly across the lawn
all the dreams from the night before
just don’t matter anymore
coffee clears my foggy brain
and those old thoughts that still remain
warmed by rays of a new day
cold to the bone by months of rain
how do I sort out the truth?
all that begins and ends with you
am I all or just a place?
a place that holds a tiny space
you swear I am the only one
been that way since we’ve begun
you build on lines that worked before
still ajar is the backdoor
an ace stuck in a ticking spoke
the road to never ending hope
too little pay for so much work
a heart that hides a world of hurt
sun rising slowly across the lawn
all the dreams from the night before
just don’t matter anymore
coffee clears my foggy brain
and those old thoughts that still remain
warmed by rays of a new day
cold to the bone by months of rain
how do I sort out the truth?
all that begins and ends with you
am I all or just a place?
a place that holds a tiny space
you swear I am the only one
been that way since we’ve begun
you build on lines that worked before
still ajar is the backdoor
an ace stuck in a ticking spoke
the road to never ending hope
too little pay for so much work
a heart that hides a world of hurt
here and now
do ghosts stop by, now and again?
reeking havoc, ruining plans
dragging their chains from long ago
like REM, moving quick or slow
do they dig trenches in your mind?
always lagging just behind
seeds you reaped from fields well ploughed
burrowed in your sweating brow
are you content in the here and now?
given a promise and a vow
distracted by the could have been
are you out or are you in?
sometimes silence echoes so
I can't read what I well know
roll the dice on what has bled
exorcize them from your head
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reeking havoc, ruining plans
dragging their chains from long ago
like REM, moving quick or slow
do they dig trenches in your mind?
always lagging just behind
seeds you reaped from fields well ploughed
burrowed in your sweating brow
are you content in the here and now?
given a promise and a vow
distracted by the could have been
are you out or are you in?
sometimes silence echoes so
I can't read what I well know
roll the dice on what has bled
exorcize them from your head
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slow
so we danced for awhile
and we danced real close
the lyrics blue
the tempo slow
you held me tight
whispered in my ear
just for one night
the meaning clear
so we danced for awhile
and we danced real slow
that song has ended
that one night gone
and we danced real close
the lyrics blue
the tempo slow
you held me tight
whispered in my ear
just for one night
the meaning clear
so we danced for awhile
and we danced real slow
that song has ended
that one night gone
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