Dear Lady Sniper

Your smile is so sweet

Your eyes never show the heat

They stare just blankly ahead

As if they already know

That you are dead

I Should Have

I should have known

When you were late

Because in your eyes

I could see our fate

Little Picture

Little picture on the wall

Little picture one foot tall

Little picture please don’t fall

Cause you won’t bounce like a ball

 

Moving On

It was early on that day

I really didn’t want to stay

Packed my bags where they lay

Sunday morning, it’s time to pray

Kindness

Kindness doesn’t ask for much

A shake of the hand or just a touch

A smile on the lips

And a tear in the eye

The Crying Machine

Wish I had a crying machine

Could turn you on when things were lean

Would turn you off when things were good

When all the world be as it should

Reactivation

My eyes slowly opened

Blinded but now can see

My ears still slightly damaged

Deafened but now can hear

Paradise Has Closed

The doors are locked
The windows bolted
“No Entry” signs are scattered all about
Paradise has closed
Closed without a shout

Where Have You Gone?

Breathing slowly, waiting for the bells to chime

Deeply hidden in the tick-tock of time

I still wait for my Angel to appear

Gently holding her clock of despair

Tear Drops Are Softly Falling

In the corner of your eye

I see a tear beginning to form

It trickles down your cheek without a sound

And then it falls all the way to the ground

Sitting At The Cafe

I’m sitting at the cafe

Waiting to order a cup of coffee

Everybody seems to be rushing about

It must be getting close to Christmas

Whispers

These whispers follow me wherever I go

Whispers, as haunting as the winds that blow

I can hear them while on my early run

Whispering away into the morning sun

Washing Machine Blues

Take a spoon of Ray Charles

Mix a scoop of James Brown

Add a dash of Muddy Waters

And what have you got?

The washing machine blues

Walk On By

We met at high school; a lifetime ago

We fell in love but were taking it kind of slow

I often spent the night at your home

Your father was on duty those nights to ensure

That I slept on the couch and his daughter next door

Isolation

There is this guy called Joe

He visits me after dark

He slips through the bars, ever so slow

Just like a walk in the park

Dead Man Walking

This is a story about a man, not often told

A man who was so very bold

He died his death

Well after he took his final breath

The Man In The Mirror

The mirror

Reflects a man I do not know

The man that I am

Is definitely not that guy looking back at me

Lean On Me

Sometimes life doesn’t feel that good

It doesn’t feel as joyful as it should

But I’m sure you will agree

You can always lean on me

Regret

I went to the Sunday morning service today

I am not a highly religious man

But I like to go to the Sunday service

Whenever I can

Just Another Christmas Story

Dasher whispered “The fat guy’s not coming tonight, is he?”

Dancer danced a few steps and said

“Hey, we might get the night off”

Dasher looked into the night and then muttered

“Don’t think so”

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Hear me roar so loud

Because I am so proud

I am the king

The king of the jungle

Beware The Ides Of March

He was warned

But he did not take heed

The soothsayer had whispered

“Beware the ides of March”

Be Still My Heart

Just the smell of her

Delights my senses

As she walks through the door

All I see is beauty personified

Crying In The Rain

No one sees him crying

Because he’s crying in the rain

No one knows he’s dying

But he’s dying with some pain

Lost In The Jungle

I look around at the trees

The jungle is overflowing

Long vines are stretching out

Desperately reaching for me

The Hand

I looked across the room

A hand smiled at me

I smiled back

The hand suddenly appeared next to me

The Man At The Gate

He’s the man at the gate

He always stands so straight

He doesn’t try to relate

He’s the man at the gate

Here Today; Gone Tomorrow

A laser is skirting over my head

Slowly chasing bits and pieces

Of my skull to make dead