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Sunday morning found me by the ocean
counting promises and dreams
I don't know how many of them
I have lost or broken
Most all of them it seems
Take a swing at me and you will be
hard pressed to find
a place that ain't already
black and blue
So throw another boulder
on these sloping shoulders see if
I can find a way to make it through
But it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me
Another lonely mile from home I wander
dusty feet and conscience clean
It seems no matter how the clouds may gather in the distance
it can't be as bad as where I've been
So it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me
Lord knows I'm a rolling stone
marching to a different drum
and Lord knows that I may die alone
but I know that I'll be ready to go home
So it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me
So it won't get me down
I've got wings, can't you see
No I won't turn around
That ain't me
That ain't me
That ain't me
Sunday morning found me by the ocean...
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Unspoken
I wish that you would see me
sitting off beside myself
and walk over to say "Hello"
or "How are you?" or something else.
I wish that you would be the one
instead of him or her or them
who comes along when I go walking
in the sunset-colored sand.
I wish that you would leave me notes
(it doesn't have to be a letter)
just to let me know you noticed
make me feel somehow I matter.
I wish that you'd give me a chance
to make you laugh or smile or grin
and work to somehow earn the look
given to one who's more than 'friends'.
sitting off beside myself
and walk over to say "Hello"
or "How are you?" or something else.
I wish that you would be the one
instead of him or her or them
who comes along when I go walking
in the sunset-colored sand.
I wish that you would leave me notes
(it doesn't have to be a letter)
just to let me know you noticed
make me feel somehow I matter.
I wish that you'd give me a chance
to make you laugh or smile or grin
and work to somehow earn the look
given to one who's more than 'friends'.
Driftwood (Ex-pat)
I have been weathered for far too long.
Tossed about, worn down
chipped away
shaped.
I have absorbed too much.
Early on
in the warm days of youth
I stood
basking in bright rays
before being taken by the mighty
cold
unfeeling sea.
I don't remember much about the middle part.
Some days were calm, flat;
others were black, wild.
What matters
is that now, I sit curing
as a tourist
or ex-pat (as it were)
in bright rays once again.
Tossed about, worn down
chipped away
shaped.
I have absorbed too much.
Early on
in the warm days of youth
I stood
basking in bright rays
before being taken by the mighty
cold
unfeeling sea.
I don't remember much about the middle part.
Some days were calm, flat;
others were black, wild.
What matters
is that now, I sit curing
as a tourist
or ex-pat (as it were)
in bright rays once again.
Oleai (To Gulls)
I can be found
where the surf and the shore
get together for lunch
in the poor part of town
at a little cafe or bar on the corner
discussing their guests
and the rest of the day.
And I can be heard
swapping jokes with the night
playing poker with stars
telling tall-tales to gulls
we send up a pray'r
and prepare for the morning
that breaks over Topachau
East of our fire.
**
I feel like this isn't done, may add more later.
where the surf and the shore
get together for lunch
in the poor part of town
at a little cafe or bar on the corner
discussing their guests
and the rest of the day.
And I can be heard
swapping jokes with the night
playing poker with stars
telling tall-tales to gulls
we send up a pray'r
and prepare for the morning
that breaks over Topachau
East of our fire.
**
I feel like this isn't done, may add more later.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Quest
I follow a scent.
Nose to the ground
pawing at clues
get distracted
...something smells like...
I dunno, something more exciting
What was I chasi-
Oh, there it is again.
keeps popping up
hooking me
there's
so
many
leads!
I faintly remember
the reasons for my quest.
For some reason, it is important.
More important than
...well, than anything else.
But oh!
The world is a tantalizing
frustrating
disappointing
red place.
Nose to the ground
pawing at clues
get distracted
...something smells like...
I dunno, something more exciting
What was I chasi-
Oh, there it is again.
keeps popping up
hooking me
there's
so
many
leads!
I faintly remember
the reasons for my quest.
For some reason, it is important.
More important than
...well, than anything else.
But oh!
The world is a tantalizing
frustrating
disappointing
red place.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Song- Loose cannon
V1
My heart's on a hair trigger tonight
Step away before you wind up in my sights
I'm shootin' at anything that moves
and I see you standing there
I'm a loose cannon man can you relate
to having everything you wanted turn up
not to be fate
Pretty girls will be the death of me
at such a young age
so tonight I need another one
to ease my pain
CHORUS
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
V2
Your heart is a' gonna start a fight
He won't be as charming with black eyes
Sharp dressed, impressed and outta sight
And he sees you standing there
I'm a loose cannon man can you relate
to having everything you wanted turn up
not to be fate
Pretty girls will be the death of me
at such a young age
so tonight I need another one
to ease my pain
CHORUS
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
BRIDGE
Come and put your arms around me
Tell me that you love me
even if ya don't (even if ya don't)
I've been captured, you surround me
Baby lets not take it slow
CHORUS
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
My heart's on a hair trigger tonight
Step away before you wind up in my sights
I'm shootin' at anything that moves
and I see you standing there
I'm a loose cannon man can you relate
to having everything you wanted turn up
not to be fate
Pretty girls will be the death of me
at such a young age
so tonight I need another one
to ease my pain
CHORUS
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
V2
Your heart is a' gonna start a fight
He won't be as charming with black eyes
Sharp dressed, impressed and outta sight
And he sees you standing there
I'm a loose cannon man can you relate
to having everything you wanted turn up
not to be fate
Pretty girls will be the death of me
at such a young age
so tonight I need another one
to ease my pain
CHORUS
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
BRIDGE
Come and put your arms around me
Tell me that you love me
even if ya don't (even if ya don't)
I've been captured, you surround me
Baby lets not take it slow
CHORUS
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
I don't
learn my lesson very well
I eagerly
create my own personal hell
Oh baby I know you will do me wrong tonight
but it's OK, I like it
lets get closer
Song- Love takes you
I wrote this song about some ex-girlfriends and various other people of importance, and it's only about 50% true.. Enjoy
VERSE 1
Sarah was a girl
who I knew in second grade
with those big blue eyes
that make a boy lose track of time and space
We played tag and hide and seek
she put her lips up to my cheek
and I knew then and there
I knew she was made for me
But the years went by
and time and tides
and fortune had their way
then in an airport in Japan
I thought I heard her call my name
The next morning when we woke up
in each others' arms...
CHORUS
I said it's funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
VERSE 2
Kimmie was the next girl
who I thought would be the last
But during high school change can happen
over night or between class
She went Left but I was Right
so I took her home
and said "Good night"
then cried the whole way
back to my place like a child
I think about her now and then
and wonder where she's at
But between her and Grace
and Amanda's place my memory starts to lapse
maybe one day I'll be old
and cold enough to look her up
and I'll say...
CHORUS
Ain't it funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
BRIDGE
I don't know where they all are now
Im not sure where I am myself
But I'll follow the road I'm on
'Cause I don't know nothing else
VERSE 3
Jessi is a girl
who I've known most of my days
born as wild and free as me
but with an angels eyes and face
She moved West to find herself
but wound up finding someone else
You know Idaho ain't for the faint of heart
I thought that she was gone
until one day I got a call
She'd seen my face on Rolling Stone
and said she had some things to talk about
We sat and reminisced
until the sun came up
CHORUS
She said it's funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
I said it's funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
Yea it's funny how love takes you
where it will
VERSE 1
Sarah was a girl
who I knew in second grade
with those big blue eyes
that make a boy lose track of time and space
We played tag and hide and seek
she put her lips up to my cheek
and I knew then and there
I knew she was made for me
But the years went by
and time and tides
and fortune had their way
then in an airport in Japan
I thought I heard her call my name
The next morning when we woke up
in each others' arms...
CHORUS
I said it's funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
VERSE 2
Kimmie was the next girl
who I thought would be the last
But during high school change can happen
over night or between class
She went Left but I was Right
so I took her home
and said "Good night"
then cried the whole way
back to my place like a child
I think about her now and then
and wonder where she's at
But between her and Grace
and Amanda's place my memory starts to lapse
maybe one day I'll be old
and cold enough to look her up
and I'll say...
CHORUS
Ain't it funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
BRIDGE
I don't know where they all are now
Im not sure where I am myself
But I'll follow the road I'm on
'Cause I don't know nothing else
VERSE 3
Jessi is a girl
who I've known most of my days
born as wild and free as me
but with an angels eyes and face
She moved West to find herself
but wound up finding someone else
You know Idaho ain't for the faint of heart
I thought that she was gone
until one day I got a call
She'd seen my face on Rolling Stone
and said she had some things to talk about
We sat and reminisced
until the sun came up
CHORUS
She said it's funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
I said it's funny how life takes you
where the hell it wants to go
ya know, it's funny how love takes you
where it will
Yea it's funny how love takes you
where it will
Thursday, February 17, 2011
It is beautiful everywhere
Some people see a city
I see dreams.
I see...
chipped paint covering
cracked front steps holding up
old black men telling lies
little boys playing rough
dressing like their fathers
packing imaginary heat
women with eyes
that wished their little girls
would change the world
and angels who
scarcely rest from protecting
dreams
It is beautiful everywhere.
I see dreams.
I see...
chipped paint covering
cracked front steps holding up
old black men telling lies
little boys playing rough
dressing like their fathers
packing imaginary heat
women with eyes
that wished their little girls
would change the world
and angels who
scarcely rest from protecting
dreams
It is beautiful everywhere.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Mirror
The moon in my mirror
tonight may be clearer
than ever before I have seen
But it's still a surprise
to see shadows at night
as I wander along in its beams
tonight may be clearer
than ever before I have seen
But it's still a surprise
to see shadows at night
as I wander along in its beams
Sunday, January 9, 2011
One Red Morning/ A Re-birth
One Red Morning
I saw a girl one red morning
whose coal hair shivered in the breeze
whose brown face turned towards the sun
like a green leaf
and whose delicate features
made love to the light as it broke over the Pacific.
I saw a girl one red morning
whose small feet knew mountaintops
whose dark eyes held the depths
of the sea
and whose heart
beat with the wings of the circling gulls.
***
A Re-birth
These are the good days
the golden hours
of playing tag, kickball
falling in love
and such.
These are the lazy afternoons
the time spent
at the end of the dock
where the fishermen
cast their lines.
These are sunny times
the oily sunblock days
the sweaty brow days
the gold and the brown.
These are cool splashes
clear water
slippery rocks
wet clothes.
These are starry nights
pillows in pickups
jazz and stocking feet.
These days awaken something
deep inside.. It stirs around
and explodes from every pore
a song
a peal of thunder
a spring
a re-birth.
I am ALIVE.
I saw a girl one red morning
whose coal hair shivered in the breeze
whose brown face turned towards the sun
like a green leaf
and whose delicate features
made love to the light as it broke over the Pacific.
I saw a girl one red morning
whose small feet knew mountaintops
whose dark eyes held the depths
of the sea
and whose heart
beat with the wings of the circling gulls.
***
A Re-birth
These are the good days
the golden hours
of playing tag, kickball
falling in love
and such.
These are the lazy afternoons
the time spent
at the end of the dock
where the fishermen
cast their lines.
These are sunny times
the oily sunblock days
the sweaty brow days
the gold and the brown.
These are cool splashes
clear water
slippery rocks
wet clothes.
These are starry nights
pillows in pickups
jazz and stocking feet.
These days awaken something
deep inside.. It stirs around
and explodes from every pore
a song
a peal of thunder
a spring
a re-birth.
I am ALIVE.
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