Life On The Good Side

Living for yesterday, tomorrow and nothing in between

Searching for answers in a hotel magazine

Making decisions and revisions of last Monday’s arguments

Wishing I had said my mind for once, hence

The changes in the mood and the desire not to be rude

In a way I look confused but that’s nothing old or new

Life on the far side of the middle of nothing and a half

They all try to break me to be their pet giraffe

As though my choices being made of songs old for the 80s

Makes a difference in how often I’ll go to Haiti

Music and choices teaching us to proclaim or restrain our voices

Looking and seeing and trying to make more sense of all the nonsense

Of everything going round in a vortex when there’s time for lawlessness

I’d rather see it in the flawless sense abolishments

and all the things made to sing for us and think for us

and taught to make our things for us. Living in the ink bank trust

Writing.

You think you know what you’re doing but you don’t.

You think you know what you’re saying but you won’t.

The end, is near.

Our time, is here.

No time, for fear.

I Can’t

Swimming in empty, wat’ry soil

Looking for empty, crashing foil

Staring at empty, open eyes

Making it hard to see disguise

Taking my plain old empty smile

Having him stay ’round here for a while

Trying to look the other way,

But I can’t.

Baby You Just

But Baby it was just one kiss!

No, you always do this.

We get so close to dating then you just–

You Are The Best And You Want My Mess

You’re the best and you want my mess

You grab my chest and you broke my vest.

You look for stress but you don’t find much

Cause you’re no good when it comes to bad luck.

You are the best and you want my mess.

It’s all mess and not worth reading…

Some make promises they can’t keep.

Me, I lie about getting in too deep.

When time shows up to rear it’s head.

I’m already there hiding under my bed.

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Losing like a clock running over souls,

Making noises about toys in big bowls.

I like to pretend you’re the one I’ll choose,

But everybody knows you always lose.

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Not a perfect moment, but we gave it our best shot

Standing under busses making thoughts in a parking lot.

We live and we learn to take twenty bites at a time

Thinking it will reverse the process of lice in the mind.

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I tell you nothing works but you’ve discovered already.

There’s nothing I can give you but news real steady.

It won’t be over till the fire slops blazing

And that depends on the cows and grazing.

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Don’t think too much or too little.

You’ll regret what you can’t see in the middle.

It’s all mess and not worth reading.

So keep on searching for all you’re meaning.

An Intriguing Mind

Written about a good friend of mine who writes beautiful poetry. Read his work at http://merelypoetry.blogspot.com/ if you wish.

He’s a brilliant mind, a beautiful soul

Though he is not perfect, not even a little.

Drawn out explanations and pithy phrases

Make him come up with a word that amazes.

Exponential growth in knowledge and wisdom

He looks you in the eye when you enter his kingdom

Of learning and inquiring to find all the answers

To questions as simple as ‘are we humans or dancers?’

Brilliant rhyme and exquisite dialect

Frame hours of discourse to stimulate anyone’s intellect.

Music with rhythm and words full of passion

Inspire color and vivacity in places of sombre ashen.

Respectful and caring but also quite daring,

He’ll give you a laugh to keep you from despairing.

He’s a brilliant mind with beautiful intellect,

And I know of no soul who would object.