Travel’n
Climbed a mountain
Slung a rope over the tree
It ain’t the hang’n so bad
Poor simple boy travel’n lost
Travel’n lost he’ll be
Hopped the bus
Slung the bag on the seat
Tires whistl’n nowhere
Poor simple boy travel’n lost
Travel’n lost he’ll be
One more city
Slung the song over the empty crowd
The song is a story
Poor simple boy travel’n lost
Travel’n lost he’ll be
Someday down off that mountain
Slung rope tattered by years
It ain’t the live’n so bad
Poor simple boy travel’n lost
Travel’n lost he’ll be
A lonely place
Standing in the rain washing yesterday away
Thousands of miles stand between yesterday and today
Throw some quarters in the juke box play our song
Soon the lonely night is over before too long
The road’s a lonely place where stories and lies are told
The road’s a lonely place where lost love should unfold
Here I go again and again and again
Don’t look for a moral even though I know you will
Some things are best left sitting on the window sill
No telling whether coming or going if a poem will measure time
Along the streamed comfort is a rich perfect rhyme
The road’s a lonely place where stories and lies are told
The road’s a lonely place where lost love will unfold
One more time here I go again and again and again
A story in every song
Write a simple poem into a simple song
Let the tides of the world splash as they may
Words hold a tune so little so much more
Autumn leaves and bright colors win the day
Oh how sweet and perfect it all is
For the wandering spirit
How perfect it all is
Yes it is
So I got this crazy gig at the “Slippery Slipper Lounge”
The beer stained stage carried a story all it’s own
Singing songs over half-full mugs
Empty souls and spirits sitting all alone
Oh how sweet and perfect it all is
For the wandering spirit
How perfect it all is
Yes it is
There’s a song in every story
A story in every song
Don’t care what the corporate big shots say
A fool can’t always be wrong
Oh how sweet and perfect it all is
For the wandering spirit
How perfect it all is
Yes it is
Light the gas lamp
The gas lamp light
Don’t care what the norms of society say
A fool can’t always be wrong
Oh how sweet and perfect it all is
For the wandering spirit
How perfect it all is
Yes it is
Today…I lost my mind
Today…
I lost my mind
over you
All over again
Like a tide that shifts
Your scent
Your beauty
Changes my center point
Causing me to tilt
Oh catch my breath
Today…
I lost my mind
over you
Today I claim permanent insanity as my norm
Never desiring or wanting the past
The way it was like a fog
Staggering and reeling the curbs my only boundary
I trip and fall and curse that day
Today…
I lost my mind
over you
STOP
Maybe after all what we all really need
Is a God after all to forgive when we plead
A God after all who will love and show light
A God after all who will clean up the mess over night
We tried it our way yes we did like gods in our own mind
We tried it our way yes we did- we failed we find
Free will has been given yes it has a seemingly low cost
Free will you will discover if not kept in check you will be lost
STOP
All the worries have been put to be bed
Turn off the lights close your eyes
A great poet doesn't write what she or he feels
A great poet writes what she or he hears and tastes and touches and dreams
Lone little boy
Sometime no matter how hard I try
Sometimes no matter how many times I try
I can’t through the first 4 or 5 pages
The novel so it is claimed that refined literature
Still I ask myself every time
To redefine one must have to define
And I’m not quite sure how you redefine ‘shit’
The lone little boy shuffling down the off-white sidewalk some 30 minutes at least after several dozen children passed the intersection separating today and one day closer to summer vacation
Why I wonder lone little boy are you so late
Why I wonder lone little boy are you so alone
No one should ever be so alone
He passes me such a sweet gentle smile
My lone heart hopes when he gets home he isn’t all alone
No comments:
Post a Comment