The Good of Us

I’m glad for when we talk

And remember what was good

I guess we would have stayed

If we both thought that we could


You must have felt it too

A longing to be free

To unloose the wretched shackles

That kept you tied to me


Dear Love, for your forgiveness

For the road that we both took

I’ve written many songs

Enough to fill a book


But I wouldn’t trade a minute

Of that life that was so full

And deep within my heart

You’ve always had that pull


Some say our love was tainted

With a few unsavory deeds

And neither one is sainted

Each one with their own needs


But no one else will ever be

The greatest love you were to me

In that place within my heart

Where you and I shall never part


That’s a treasure that can not rust

I store my treasures where I must

And no decay or rot shall get

The good of us…I won’t forget…




Tomorrow May Be Different

There are times when I simply must

Stay home all day and cry

When sadness washes over me

And my eyes will not be dry


When the world is such a weary place

Though nothing’s really wrong

I haven’t any way to go

I hear a heavy song


Most days I can move past it

Or set it aside for a while

But there are times when I can not

Muster up a smile


Not only for the past

But for the future too

I cry out all my tears

For myself and yes, for you


For all the silly people

For the condition of mankind

For all the busy people

No solution they will find


There seems to be no answer

To the problems of this life

It’s such a troubled world

A struggle full of strife


On a day when such a sadness

Has somehow claimed her rule

I simply can’t go anywhere

I feel like a stupid fool


My mental state in question

I must cry to find relief

By the end of so much sobbing

I’ve cried out all my grief


At the end, I’m quite exhausted

And it hasn’t helped a thing

Except drained out the heavy song

That my heart will sometimes sing


And then if I am lucky

I’ll hear a happier tune

And if I listen carefully

I’ll be singing that way soon


It’s such a wicked world

All full of pain and sorrow

But there’s a rainbow somewhere

And there’s still hope for tomorrow


Today I will not worry

I’m okay for a while

Tomorrow may be different

But today I have a smile.








To Diffuse

Should I do all those things

That I should have done then

Or sit here and think about



Should I get up and around

And be moving about

Should I sit here quietly

Or get up and shout


Should I keep to myself

The dark tales of the past

Or tell it all

Tell it all at last


Should I listen to reason

Or throw caution aside

Should I keep my secrets

Or have nothing to hide


Why would anyone

Ever want to tell

The way they lived

In a self-made hell


No rather to tell

A tale to uplift

Than give the truth

As a rotten gift


So I write in poems

Then no one knows

How the true story

Actually goes


Sometimes I feel like

I’m about to explode

I have to put down

My heavy load


So I tell a tale

Of all colors and hues

If only for myself

To amuse –

A ticking bomb

Thereby to diffuse









The Fountain Of Gall

Gather ‘round, come one, come all

Step up to the fountain of bitter gall

We haven’t room for the pragmatic realist

Step aside for the romantic idealist

There’s plenty to drink for all of those fools

Step around the tears, puddled up there in pools

Make room for those souls to drink their fill

As they cough and choke on that bitter pill

As they think of those words their dear one said

And they lie alone at night in their bed

While their loved one lies in another’s arms

And another partakes of those desirable charms

If you believed in those songs that rang so true

Step up to the fountain; this drink is for you

If your hopes and dreams have been verily crushed

If your words of love must now be hushed

If your fire’s grown dim; you’re the walking dead

But you still hear the promises swirl in your head

Jump in with both feet – linger, abide

The fountain is big; it’s deep and wide

Drink it up, let no sip be small

Step into the fountain of bitter gall.

That Old She

I am that Old She

That I feared I’d become

That same Old She

Who can’t say where she’s from


I am that Old She

Cast aside like a toy

That same Old She

Who still somehow found joy


I am that Old She

Who was so hard to tame

That same Old She

Although with a new name


I am that Old She

She’s no longer a youth

That same Old She

Now embracing the truth


I am that Old She

For whom love songs were sung

That same Old She

Who does not wish to be young


I am that Old She

She whose heart has been split

That same Old She

Who is still mending it


I am that Old She

Who has struggled and fought

That same Old She

Who is now what she thought


I am that Old She

Who has tempted the fates

That same Old She

For her destiny waits


I am that Old She

With her excellent goals

That same Old She

She for whom the bell tolls


Sweet Affection

All I ever wanted

Was your affection

All I ever really was

Was your reflection

You didn’t seem to know

What you really meant to me

I didn’t seem to know

What I was really sent to be

Your wife, your lover, your friend

Through thick and thin to the very end

To receive in return, your sweet affection

To be in the end, your own reflection

In your arms, under your protection

My hands, my heart, my eternal devotion

Whatever gave me the silly notion

That you too would see, you were meant for me

As I knew I was meant for you

But I didn’t know what to do

I felt like that, more times that a few

Oh, but we tried, in our goofy ways

Really we had some very good days

We had some fun and some full bellied laughter

Things to remember ever after

But I let you down and I know I did

I ran to hide, just ran and hid

Afraid of your anger, quacking in fear

Justifiably so, I’m afraid, my dear

At least in God’s eyes, mercy is shown

And there is the peace I would not have known

You made my life full, you made it rich

You also made me feel like a bitch

But I regret it not for all we’ve been through

‘Cause you were for me and I was for you

But now I can tell, that’s no longer true


I just got out of prison, one of my own making

Received adjudication from the beating I’d been taking

Kickin’ my heart around the block

While the clock kept ticking, tickety-tock…

Oh, he won’t remember – all the crap that he said

Dragged me around by the hair on my head

Hurting my feelings left and right

Leaving me cry night after night

That son-of-a-bitch, what he did to me

And now, even now, wouldn’t set me free

But I escaped, and I’d do it again

Ain’t no going back to way back when

What I was to him – an indentured slave

And he was a cad, a handsome knave

Lied to me from both sides of his face

Then after all that, put her in my place

Let her earn her stripes as I’ve earned mine

Let her put up with him crossing the line

The line of decency where you try to do right

With a moral compass at least somewhere in sight

He’s her problem now, for me not to worry

I got out of prison, but I didn’t hurry

Still wanted the love that he couldn’t give

Yet I go on, yet I still live

I have no clue how it will end

No one knows what’s around the bend

I’ve walked the line, walked a hard mile

I’m free now and that’s reason to smile

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

Couldn’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

On This Corner

Not another dream

Where I have to let it go

Not another time

Where I question all I know

All those little pictures

That I treasured in my mind

All those stupid problems

All the answers yet to find

Not another scene

Where I’m bound to fall apart

Not another time

Where I must seek another start

Not back again to zero

That naked starting square

Not back to that again

It’s just too much to bear

Where I must dare to test the spirit

To push it to the edge

And between my dreams and me

There is a giant wedge

Not again – I mustn’t

I must fight for where I’ll be

And yet I mustn’t worry

In the end I’ll still be me

There isn’t any reason

I can’t have what I want

A very simple thing

My own little place to haunt

In many dreams I’ve wandered

And carried a lot of stuff

I looked and looked and looked

I couldn’t look enough

I searched across the countryside

And deep within the city

I found a lot of places

And some of them were pretty

But none of them for me

They were all for someone else

So many did I see, I was beside myself

And then at last I found it

The one that fit my dreams

I knew that I had found it

And that it wasn’t what it seems

It looks so ordinary

It’s nothing super grand

It has a good size yard

But it’s not a lot of land

When I finally found it

The place was meant for me

Somehow I just knew that

It’s where I’m supposed to be

I don’t know all the details

Of how it shall come about

But the place will be in my name

And I won’t be moving out.

“Old Grim”

People act different when the Grim Reaper is near

Can’t really be sure for whom he is here

Quietly lurking there by the door

He might just take one, but he could take more

He’s here for someone, that old ugly guy

He stands around patiently; the time is nigh

I saw him standing at the foot of the bed

Of someone who looked already half dead

But that old bastard is a sneaky prick

And you never know just who he might pick

One day he’ll be coming looking for you

There’s no telling exactly when he is due

If he has your ticket, it’s time to ride

Won’t do any good to try and hide

But I did see an old gal once spit in his face

And damn if she didn’t give him a chase

But he had her ticket; it was time to go

He didn’t care who cried “Oh, no!”

“You’re coming with me.” he flatly said

Don’t think you can stall with fear or dread

That is his job, and do it he must

When it’s time to go, it’s done, it’s a bust

The first time I saw him, he looked pretty scary

But the first time I saw him, he didn’t tarry

He took who he came for and left right away

But he came back again the very next day

He wasn’t loud and not even rude

I know this maybe will sound rather crude

But after a while, I got used to him

I’d walk down the hall and there was Old Grim

It’s not that I liked him, but I knew who he was

I knew his role and I knew what he does

I’d see him around just lurking about

And it has to be so, and so I didn’t freak out

But that old bastard carries a stink

And that son-of-bitch gets you to think

Makes people act different when Old Grim is near

Can’t really be sure for whom he is here

Take nothing for granted; that’s what you learn

‘Cause you never know when it might be your turn.