Idle Folly

Idle Folly Down at the corner barroom The fellows gibe and jest For their homelife is too common, Too vulgar for their taste. So, when between their teeth A tussle comes in view, Each little snip of gossip Is worth a month of chew.

Back For A Visit

I'm here to make confession at your imposing grave. You taught me that discretion was never for the brave. You taught me so much else, most was by innuendo, at times I heard faint bells and, sometimes, true crescendo.

Pity The Beautiful

PITY THE BEAUTIFUL Pity the beautiful, said Dana Gioia, beauty is truth, but it cannot survive any more than the truth, because age, its destroyer, abuses it while it attempts to stay live, for it can't survive any more than what's isn't as lovely, and what isn't fair won't engender the envy of those who by it aren't imprisoned,

Beautiful Surroundings

God loves the beautiful. He has clothed the earth And the heavens with beauty, And with a father's joy He watches the delight of his children In the things that he has made. He desires us to surround our homes.

You Left

And when you left it was just utter smithereens, adorning all those places we had made it once, or twice or more and often, with abject abandon I do remember cruddy details but will you? So does it matter then who left the bliss we had or what the reasons were that drowned our sacred spirits just ask yourself, I think not is the answer, who gives a flying, as they say in lazy circles. Yes, you were skinny, to the point of anorexia, yet left a whole inside the carpet so gigantic

Home-Life

Have I ever known that you love me Have I ever known you've no one but me. You think my heart full of fears My silent cry full of tears But you are wrong, I am as you see. Love at first sight and all you know it Wait for the next with hope and limelight. You fill my life with chuckle And soothe my painful trouble

Jeopardy Game

Jeopardy a wasteful game a homelife you can not attain If in fact you show yourslf worthy Do not make your inner cloak dirty For in this demise I hopefully emphasize the facts are unusual So take the case for if its a waste... Jeopardy a fool's game

I'm Tired Of Earthquakes

I will go to a place today And I went to the same place yesterday And I don't mind this I ate dinner today And I ate a similar dinner yesterday And I do not protest this Routine and I now look at each other in a completely different way Where we once declared war on one another

My Notebooks

if my notebooks could speak theyd tell a thousand of painful stories some would tell of my homelife some would tell of my pain some would tell of my knife some would tell that im insane theyd speak of things that youd never dream of my 'wonderful' childhood my 'sweet' reality of cuts and blood not quite understood