Poetry, lyrics and other words…
Turning and turning
Around and around
Looking for something
That cannot be found
Lost on the playground
Or out in the park
While walking the dog
Just after dark
Restless and queasy
I cannot find sleep
That ring was my lifeline
She’s still gone – I still weep
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I cast out the blue demons deep into the night
Yet their shadows continue to haunt me
How do I escape these unworldly specters
While even now they fall around me in silhouettes
How I pray for the light to chase the unseen away
How I beg in a guttural growl to be set free
Then, and only then, did I awake from this nightmare
Longing for grasses
Left long ago
Below the bench
Where I used to sit
With my grandfather
Listening to tales
Of exploiting the world
In the guise of a sportsman
While inhaling every drop
Mother Nature so graciously provided
These are the tales of days gone by
These are the memories
We hope to inspire
While holding a little hand
And where big innocent eyes
Look up to us in wonder
Blinking up at the stars I see
What is right in front of me
A billion reasons like grains of sand
Painted by the Father’s hand
Reflected in the perfect light
Though I may doubt He got it right
Make no mistake of who you are
God dipped you from His favorite jar
Concentric circles
All around
In the air
And on the ground
They have me leaping
Here and there
Nowhere safe
Should I care
My drink it sits upon the bar
Next to the eyes
Within the jar
No, pickles must be what I see
Have I been drugged
Oh yes, clearly
So if I must endure this dream
A spirograph I choose to be
Given the hand that feeds me
I shall bite, no more!
It’s cold, and wet, and dark out here.
A dog house? What’s that for?
From the cat, I heard a rumor
That Master was very upset.
Her shoes were there and teasing me…
Did I chew them?
Oh, you bet!
Now, here I lay, so lonely
In the backyard where I can see.
The cat on the sil
With a smile on her face
Looking out on me!
That soft, concave place
Just below your ear
And along your neck
Is where my lips love to have whispered conversations
I fought for inspiration
From my imagination
And at the end of the day
I got kicked in the teeth
By a thunderfly ottermouse
Whew!
What is it like to capture a dream
To hold it your hands
Like a beautiful scene
How do you keep it
And not let it go
But for a second it was yours
Like one flake of snow
Only to disappear to the past
A picture in the mind
That may never last
Yet, just for a moment
The dream did come true
It put a smile on my face
Has it happened to you
