Deep Breaths

Hey, baby.
Please don’t look so sad
Don’t you know,
These bad times will never last?

Honey, I know that,
That the world has got you down.
And when you cry on the inside,
Your tears don’t make a sound.

So darling, just let me in,
And let your light shine on.
I will be your harbor, baby,
Your smile is my morning sun.

Tell me, can’t you see
Just how beautiful you are?
Look into the mirror
And try to see what I see.

So take a deep breath
And slowly let it go.
Let it take away your worries
When it goes.

Honey, I know that,
That the world has got you down.
And when you cry on the inside,
Your tears don’t make a sound.

And darling, let me in,
And let your light shine on.
I will be your harbor, baby,
Your smile is my morning sun.

If you let me in,
So the hurt can stop
Just take a deep breath
I’ll wipe away the tears

So...

Lately, I've been feeling like I've been in a funk. I have no idea why, but I hope it ends soon because it's really annoying. So feel free to give me a random hug....or two. I'm not averse to hugs.

New!

Textual Relations
Hi there. How you doing?
Tell me what you’re thinking.
I think this will be just great.

Hey, babe, how’s your day?
You know if I had my way,
I’d be with you right now.

So here we are,
Having textual relations
By the moonlight.
And the world is alright with me.

I miss you something fierce.
And I know you must be tired, ‘cause
You’ve been running all day through my mind.

I’m just nervous to begin this
Because no one’s ever really
Treated me this good.

Yet here we are,
Having textual relations
By the moonlight.
And the world is alright with me.

New songs

Sweet Dreams
Late nights
All alone
Waiting for you
To pick up your phone.

Waiting to hear
That voice so sweet
You sound so near
So close to me

But you’re a world away
And I can’t seem to get through to you.

So close your eyes
And go to sleep
And if you dream
I know it won’t be of me.

So I won’t dream of you
I won’t think about you tonight.
I’ll light up a cigarette
And push you from my mind.

Because you’re a world away
And I’ll never get through to you.
So dream sweet dreams tonight
I’ll be gone before it’s light.

Letting Go
How many times do we have to say goodbye
Before I know that it’s for good?
How many times do we have to say hello
Until I know what I should do?

Tell me baby, now what will you do
Now that I’m really gone for good?
Tell me, honey, now what do you do
When you’ve got a hoop but no one to jump through?

I tried to hold on to
What was left of you
But no one in this world can be that strong.

I trusted you
Even needed you
Although I knew that it was wrong.

How many times do we have to say goodbye
Before I know that it’s for good?
How many times do we have to say hello
Until I do what I should

And forget you.

I’m letting go.
I’m letting go
I’m letting go of you

I’m letting go
I’m letting go
But it’s so hard to do.

I’m letting go
Because I know
It’s what I need to do.

Motherf***er

What makes a person unforgettable? Is it their looks? Their personality? The combination of the two? Perhaps it may not be them at all. Rather, it might be the person that can't forget them. Looks fade. Personalities change. The combination of the two can have a seemingly endless list of possible results, but there are only so many of those. It must be the other person then. Something inside the other person won't let them forget about the other person. Either way, it doesn't matter for me. I am apparently a pretty forgettable person. I mean, people remember me, but what I may have meant to them is pretty forgettable, even if it may seem like at the time that I was the most important person in the world to them. I lose my shine and they move on to bigger and better things. And I am left like an old toy plane; discarded and forgotten. It's tough to be the flavor of the week, but one day I know that someone will find me, pick me up, dust me off, fix my broken wing, and truly appreciate me for the rare item that I am. Until then, I'll wait here in the dark, dusty attic, just keeping on like I always do. Coping and managing. Hoping to catch the discerning eye of someone new.

A little confession...

I like to express myself through song. Not necessarily MY songs, but usually other people's songs. This is one that I've been feeling for a little while.

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg

I think that possibly
Maybe I'm falling for you
Yes
There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I want to come too

I think that possibly
Maybe I'm falling for you

No one understands me quite like you do
Through all of the shadowy corners of me

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

I think that possibly
Maybe I'm falling for you
Yes
There's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I'm shining too

Because
Oh
Because I've fallen quite hard over you

If I didn't know you I'd rather not know
If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

All of the while
All of the while it was you
You
You
You

Floating

I watch you standing there
Smiling back at me,
You catch my eye,
And set my caged heart free.

I’ve got a fire inside
I’d like to share with you
But I can’t control it
And I don’t know what to do.

I---I think that this is probably just a dream,
‘cause this would never happen for me.
I---I know that this is more than just a dream,
Still I never thought this could happen.

I gotta tell ya,
I’ve been floating above the ground
Ever since you’ve
Started hanging around

My feet haven’t touched the ground
Since the day that I met you,
I’m flying high
Nothing can bring me down.

So....

After a short hiatus, here I am again with a brand new song. Which, as described by Pam, has a "Jack Johnson-ish" feel to it. Not to toot my own horn, but I think this is one of my best yet.

Tell Me
The sun is shining
The breeze is cool.
Your love has got me acting like a fool.

So come on, girl
Tell me which way is up
‘Cause it seems every other way is down.

When the darkness grows around you
And it swallows and surrounds you
It’s hard to see the light when you’re surrounded by the night. But now…

The sun is shining
The breeze is cool.
Your love has got me acting like a fool.

So come on, girl
Tell me which way is up
‘Cause it seems every other way is down.

So take my hand
And show me the way to go.
‘Cause you light my life with your beautiful soul.

Every time you’re gone I start to miss you.
Every time you’re near I want to kiss you.
So stay with me, let’s keep it the way it is…

The sun is shining
The breeze is cool.
Your love has got me acting like a fool.

So come on, girl
Tell me which way is up
‘Cause it seems every other way is down.

Midnight Thoughts and Silhouettes

To be a man in this day and age
Is to be adrift in a sea of confusion and longing.
But every once in a while,
These meandering thoughts
Allow for clarity and cleansing.

These thoughts of Love and life,
Of fears and strife,
The kind of thoughts that
Will keep you up at night,
Keep you up and give you peace.

While thoughts roam the open expanses
Created in his mind's own vacuum of space
They happen upon a thought whose origin
simply cannot be traced.
For the thought originated not in the mind, but in the heart,
Nay, the very soul, the fabric of being
From whence all things claim as their motherland,
And to which all shall, one day, return.

And it is in this vast plain of existence,
In the calm offered to him from the dark
By the Almighty Creator Himself,
that life gains new perspective.
Among the flickering shadows of hope
And faith and responsibilities,
Moving through like a pack of wolves
In search of their next meal of an innocent soul
Desperate enough to invite them out of the shadows
And into the light of wisdom where they prey upon the naive.

It is in this place,
This place where midnight thoughts mingle
With the menacing silhouettes of desire and ambition,
And prospective love that today's man
Can reflect on his life in the silence
Of the thunderstorm.

To B. Akhmadulina

We are many. Four, perhaps, altogether,
spinning along in our car devil-may-care.
The girl at the wheel flaunts her orange hair,
the sleeves of her jacket yanked up to the elbow.

Ah, Bela, though your driving leaves me limp,
you look angelic, out of this world;
your marvelous porcelain profile
glows like a white lamp...

In hell they bang their frying pans
and send their scouts up to the gate to watch,
when you, as the speedometer runs wild,
lift both hands off the wheel to strike a match.

How I love it, when stepping on the gas
in your transparent tones you say,
"What a mess!
they've taken my license away...

"I swear they got me wrong!
You'd think I was a reckless driver!
Why! I was just poking along..."

Forget it, Bela. To argue with a cop,
you know, is a losing proposition.
He can't appreciate your lyric speed -
it's past the power of his transmission.

A poet owes it to himself
not to be trapped in miles-per-hour;
let him resound at the speed of light
like angels choiring in the stratosphere.

No matter, taking light-years as our measure,
if we should vanish like a radiant star,
with not a creature left behind to earn the prize.
We were the first to crack the sound barrier.


Step on it, Bela, heavenly friend!
Who cares if we're smashed to bits in the end?
Long live the speed of poetry,
the most lethal of all speeds!

What if the maps ahead are enigmatical?
We are only a few. Four, perhaps, altogether:
Hurtling along - and you are a Goddess!

A middle school class was asked to tell a story with a moral. Kathy went first. "once we were driving a basket of hen eggs to market when we hit a big bump in the road. the eggs broke. the moral is don't put all of your eggs in one basket." Tammy went next. "once we had a dozen chicken eggs, but when they hatched, we only got ten chicks. the moral is not to count your chickens before they've hatched." Then it was Johnny's turn. "when my aunt karen was in desert storm, her plane was hit. she bailed out over enemy territory with only a bottle of whiskey and a machine gun. she drank the whiskey on the way down so the bottle would not break, and landed in the middle of 100 enemy soldiers. she killed 70 of them with the machine gun, and when she ran out of bullets, she killed the rest with her bare hands." "what is the moral of that terrible story?" the horrified teacher asked. "the moral of the story is to stay away from aunt karen when she's been drinking."

My grandson Tanner recently visited a fire station with his kindergarten class. while reviewing safety tips, the fire chief asked what to do if your clothes were on fire. Tanner replied, "wear something else"

Fourth of july fireworks displays are for the most part, safe. but that didn't stop the technicians at the last bash i saw from wearing this on the backs of their orange shirts. it read "if you see us running, try to keep up."

a tourist in maine paid an emergency visit to a veteranarian's office when his dog got the short end of a brawl with a porcupine. after the dog was dequilled, the man went to pay, but was shocked at the $450 bill. "450 dollars?!" he shouted. "what do you mainers do in the wintertime when all the tourists are gone?" "raise porcupines" the receptionist said as she took his check.

Haikus

Your look melts the ice.
The cold winter reversed as
The world bursts to life.

You light my whole world
And make me fly, you alone
Set my heart aflame.

Sweet to all you meet
Sometimes it seems like you are
Too good to be true

Until I Think of a Title, This One Will Rival Any Title Put Out by Fall Out Boy or Panic at the Disco
She’s trying to find a place to call her home
She doesn’t like to be on her own.
So she settles for whatever comes her way
I would have missed her completely on any other day.

But as fate would have it,
I’d take a stab at
Loooooooovvvveeeee
As fate would have it
I’ll take a stab at Love.

Some folks keep saying that it’ll never be real.
That this, like many things, shall pass.
But I say there’s no way they know how this feels
Or that this doesn’t have to last for it to be real.

But as fate would have it,
I’d take a stab at
Loooooooovvvveeeee
As fate would have it
I’ll take a stab at Love.


So don’t worry, baby, if this thing will last.
Or if what we have is doomed to fade too fast.
Just enjoy the time that we have right now
And we’ll get through whatever happens somehow

But as fate would have it,
I’d take a stab at
Loooooooovvvveeeee
As fate would have it
I’ll take a stab at Love.

Sometimes I worry that I'm the one going to pieces, not the world.

I'm not sure about this song. Let me know what you think of it. Maybe it would make a good story, but not a good song. I don't know, It just doesn't sound right to me, but I don't know why.


The Tragic Tale of the Squid and the Whale
C Am F E - Verse
The squid and the whale
Share a tragic tale
For they were, you see,
Not always bitter enemies.

The squid and the whale
Would be best friends
Until that day
When it all would end.

The squid asked the whale
Over for tea.
The whale accepted
Said he would be pleased.

F E Am E - Chorus
Oh what a fate!
Would be in store…
Oh what a fate!
To be friends no more!

The squid and the whale
Didn’t see
The fish hook waiting
So silently

The squid and the whale
Swam through the door
The hook caught the whale
And his large lip was torn

The whale asked the squid,
Do you see what you did?
The squid told the whale
It was your carelessness.

F E Am E - Chorus
Oh what a fate!
Would be in store…
Oh what a fate!
To be friends no more!

The whale left the squid
Convinced that the squid
Had purposely hid
The hook for him.

The squid followed the whale
And smacked his head
Could he be that stupid?
To think the squid could kill?

Now the squid and the whale
Are mortal enemies.
Because one wouldn’t listen
And the other failed
To understand.

F E Am E - Chorus
Oh what a fate!
Would be in store…
Oh what a fate!
To be friends no more!

So I've been listening to a lot of Daft Punk lately...

Digital Love - Daft Punk
Last night I had a dream about you
In this dream I'm dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
the kind of feeling I've waited so long

Don't stop come a little closer
As we jam the rhythm gets stronger
There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun
We were dancing all night long

The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun
Before I knew it this dream was all gone

Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true

Ooh I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true

Why don't you play the game ?
Why don't you play the game ?

My New Song

Secret Yearnings
I just want to know you
Just want to feel your touch
I just want to hold you,
I just want too much

I just want to pull you close
And tell you how I feel.
But I have to hide my love
To you it can’t be revealed

That I need you so badly
I need to see you smile
That I love you madly
And dream of you for a while

I just want you to know
No matter what you do
Where ever you go
I’ll be waiting for you.

I just want to pull you close
And tell you how I feel.
But I have to hide my love
To you it can’t be revealed

That I need you so badly
I need to see you smile
That I love you madly
And dream of us for a while

Throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you're not a square from delaware

And you got on clean underwear

Let me hear you say "HEY!"

Let me hear you say "HO!"

Let me hear you say "Hey!"

"HO!"

"Hey!"

"HO!"

And stop!