Pain and Pleasure

Pain and pleasure, the twins of fate

Opposite kinfolk, like love and hate

Back and forth from one to the other

Like one is my sister and one is my brother

Seeking comfort like a warm fuzzy sweater

Like avoiding pain would make it all better

But it isn’t so – we need the strain

We wouldn’t know pleasure if we didn’t know pain

Hand in hand, they arrive together

They tickle your heart like an annoying feather

Like under your nose as it makes you sneeze

Feathers that flit on a summer breeze

Pain and pleasure are underscored

I might be confused, but at least I’m not bored

There’s no real adventure without some danger

Pleasure’s my neighbor, but pain is no stranger

If pain would leave, so would pleasure depart

And leave me alone with an empty heart

And that indeed is a horrible state

So I accept them both, the twins of fate

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At The Bar Tonight

Sitting outside

Out there by the pool

Soaking up sunshine

I ain’t your fool

 

I’m going to the bar tonight

And it’s gonna be fun

I waited for you

But now you’re not the one

 

My skin’s soft and warm

Like coconut cream

My eyes are closed

I’m having a dream

 

I’m going to the bar tonight

And it’s gonna be fun

I waited for you

But now you’re not the one

 

 

I’m doing my hair

My nails are done

I’m lookin’ like

I’m lookin’ for fun

 

I got new shoes

And some new earrings too

Getting ready to go

But not thinking of you

 

Sitting outside

Out there by the pool

Soaking up sunshine

I ain’t your fool

 

 

Yo-Yo Love, Baby

You give me yo-yo love baby

Making me crazy

Here I am on the end of the string

Spinning around while you do your thing

One day you’re going to marry me

Cause you like that ole blue dress

Next day you’re just plain sick of me

And the sound of my voice I guess

You don’t want to hear me bitching

That’s how you’re going to say it

Like I got no right to ask

That’s how you’re going to play it

So sorry that I questioned you

And ruined your big day

I keep forgetting baby

I just get in your way

You give me yo-yo love baby

Making me crazy

Here I am on the end of the string

Spinning around while you do your thing

One day you’re going to marry me

Cause the house is really clean

Next day you’re going to charge me rent

Baby that’s plain mean

Sometimes you turn your cheek

When I go to kiss your face

Makes me want to slap you

And put you in your place

One day you’re going to marry me

You’re so sure that I’ll say yes

Like you’re doing me a favor

I’m the lucky one I guess

You give me yo-yo love baby

Making me crazy

Here I am on the end of the string

Spinning around while you do your thing

For Such Little Pay

Another housekeeper quit today

You can’t get a slave for such little pay

Perhaps you could find a little tart

One who doesn’t pretend to be smart

She’ll clean your house and bake the bread

Keep you warm and keep you fed

And she won’t ask for anything

Nay, even ask you for a ring

She’ll work her fingers to the bone

And though you leave her all alone

When you come home the fire is burning

And for you her heart is yearning

Devotion is her middle name

Every day, the same, the same

Doesn’t matter what the pay

She’ll be there for you everyday

Would not your heart be full of gladness?

Would there be any room for sadness?

And never would you have to say –

Another housekeeper quit today.

Mama’s Doing Fine

Mama drives her Mustang

Ninety miles an hour

Singing with the radio

Finally found her power

Gave up cigarettes

And lost a ton of weight

She’s looking pretty good

She’s really doing great

Mama says she’s happy

And she runs a business too

Mama’s doing fine, Dad

Since she got away from you

Off The Beaten Path

I’ve been out to a sacred place

Down off the beaten path

I’m wearing a happier face

It’s a lovely aftermath

 

I was just a visitor

It’s my honor to describe

The place where I have been

Is of the Seminole Tribe

 

The city stress just left me

Right where the pavement ends

We traveled down a trail

That winds and curves and bends

 

We came upon a place

Beautiful and serene

A place that is the prettiest

Best place I’ve ever seen

 

Planted by the hand of God

Were waves of golden flowers

Taking it to heart

I was awestruck there for hours

 

We stayed there at the Deer Camp

By the home of many deer

In the woods so deep and thick

Some were always near

 

The air was warm and soft

And the sky was crystal blue

Like puffs of pure white cotton

The clouds enhanced the view

 

In a hut they call a chickee’

I was kissed by a gentle breeze

It called out to my spirit

It put my soul at ease

 

Food was cooked on an open fire

And water was drawn by hand

An extraordinary aura

Was there upon Seminole land

 

It’s like a place I dreamed

Where the children freely roam

A secluded, sacred place

A special kind of home

 

They spoke of old traditions

With respect for the old ways

It was like I had been granted

A tiny glimpse of bygone days

 

The time just floated by

And too soon we had to go

Time said we must return

To the life that we all know

 

But there remains an aftermath

Wearing a happier face

For I’ve been off the beaten path

Out to a sacred place…

EAT CROW

If you ever had a broken heart

You’d know just what I mean

If you’d walked a mile in my shoes

Or seen the things I’ve seen

You’d never doubt the truth

Or waiver just a bit

You’d know it had to happen

And you wouldn’t give a shit

You’d keep your chin up

Tuck your gut

Say, “Kiss my ass!”

And then, “So what?”

‘Cause how’d I get here –

After all

I had some fun

I had a ball

I ate some crow

So now you know

I say okay

It’s time to go!

You Say You Love Someone

HER:

I don’t believe he loves me

I just don’t think he does

If you had only been there

And seen the way it was

The harsh words that were spoken

The tears upon my bed

You say you love someone

And then you kick ‘em in the head?

 

HIM:

Oh no, she never loved me

I just don’t think she does

If you had only been there

And seen the way it was

The cold words that were spoken

The chill upon my bed

You say you love someone

And then you kick ‘em in the head?

When I’m Not Feeling Too Smart

I sing songs of love

Every day in my heart

When my mind will let me

When I’m not feeling too smart

It’s the songs of love

That keep me alive

The banner of love

Under which I survive

If only – and when

I can choose it so

The songs of love

Will let me go

They set me free

So my spirit flies

They keep me safe

From so many lies

I sing songs of love

For you, my dear

Right here where I am

Even though you’re not here

But I sing them also

To hold myself up

To make myself happy

To drink from this cup

A cup that is filled

With joy and peace

Allows an incredible

Sense of release

You only must choose it

In everyway

In all situations

Everyday

Love is my God

And this I know

Whether anyone else

Thinks it is so

Love is so good

I will sing it again

Each day must begin

So each day will end

And you’ll rarely see me

Without a smile

Though tears can be good –

Sometimes for a while

But not for long

My loving friend

Because Love is forever

It has no end

Each new day

Is a new beginning

Life goes on

And I just keep grinning

Because I know a secret

And this much is true

Same for me

As it is for you

It’s not really a secret

Just a little trick

Works like a charm

Works real quick

You only must choose it

That’s all it is

It’s just that simple

Golly gee whiz!

It doesn’t cost you

A dime or a dollar

Not a lot of

Fuss and holler

Just stop thinking so much

And then open your heart

It’s really that easy

You don’t have to be smart

You don’t have to be handsome

Or pretty, or rich

You don’t have to fight

Or complain and bitch

You just turn around

Like flipping a switch

It’s up to you

And no one else

You can’t blame anyone

When you ignore it yourself

Which we all have done –

Fallen short of the glory

We all have our reasons

We all have a story

The condition of man

Is in the pit

Because we forget –

Simply to choose it

Choose to be happy

Chose to have hope

Like climbing a ladder

Or climbing a rope

You lift up your spirit

By an inner light

You’re no longer subject

To dread and fright

Your spirit will soar

Your spirit must fly

And when it comes

Your time to die

Your dust becomes

A part of the earth

Then death becomes

A new kind of birth

Not really a secret

But some folks don’t know it

Or if they do

They’re afraid to show it

But why should they be?

Why should anyone care?

The nerve to be happy!

Why, how could you dare?

But you could also –

If you only wanted

Forget the places

Your memory’s haunted

Choose the moment

Choose the now

And you too can be happy

You’ll see it somehow

Just sing songs of love

Everyday in your heart

When your mind will let you

When you’re not feeling too smart

It gives me courage

To live every new day

No matter what others do or say

So I tell it to you

With my trusty pen

And so I won’t forget it

Ever again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scrub Top Service

So you don’t feel lonely when I am there

You can sit all day in your big easy chair

Tell me your tales and the victories you’ve won

Tell ‘em over and over; it’ll be fun

 

I know you’re good – yes, you’re a dear

I know all your family, all about your career

The stories, the faces and your routine at night

I know all of this to your delight

 

I pay attention to details, your face and your tone

That’s why when I’m here, you’re not so alone

Memories peppered with lack of recall

Your whims and your fancies, I know them all

 

But you really know very little of me

Nothing really, but what you see

Little more than just my name

And my appearance, which is always the same

 

The persona who sits here and shows you such care

Is partly created by what I wear

In my scrub top, I listen, and say, “As you wish”

And go to prepare your favorite dish

 

About myself I say hardly a word

Very little of me is ever heard

Just a servant here to take care of you

But I could be anybody, any old who

 

Just put on this top and do what I do –

Think not of yourself while in this role

Tender yourself to another soul

Witness the world taking its toll

 

I am nothing; I’m no one – just here to serve

Another’s life to enhance and preserve

It’s exhausting! I tell you at the end of my shift

My tired heart needs a lift

 

My tired body wants to lie down

And sleep like a rock till morning comes ‘round

Another day and I’ll go do it some more

The agency sent me; I’m at your front door.