the wind blows my window
i'ts near time to go
across the cold alley way
...
in love again, what good am i,
if i can't see for the stars in my eyes
already, i'm becoming metamorphic
...
New mournin in the city.
New mournin in the town!
Time to thank the lord I'm still around!
...
there was a time the clock ticked slow
then, i moved fast with somewhere to go!
now, like the weather i change
now, i show my age
...
as i lay thinking
i wonder about above
do any creatures, other than man love?
...
the leaves slowly cascade down
to the ground
as winter turns slowly to winter
...
sitting at a stop light
i let my mind drift away,
i'm somewhere far away.
...
I live on the edges of sanity.
My desk's a cluttered mess!
...
I'm running out of paper
and i still have so much to say
i'm running round with myself
...
As i ramble by, the forest beckons me.
Down a familar path i go
...
been writing since i was 16, just started trying to publish.)
From Hell To Heaven
I have a story to tell
from my private hell
Not being clear
I recall not it all
Of what i do, i will surely tell
I loved many times
of those i tried to love well
I was never good enough,
or tall enough, strong or weak enough,
to hold to a single one!
I'm glad it's over
I'm sorry i loved at all
Lord, you know i'ts true!
Now in my private times,
i stare at the stars and dwell,
reading and writing,
and happy as hell!