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Steely Dan be damned
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes

I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime

we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago

Emerald eyes
had to stare
smile ear to ear

Tall and lean
sexy in jeans
silent screams

Lips shinny and moist
sexy voice
filled with lust
bodies encrust

that’s the night I fell in love

Oh, I really don't know what happened
oh, and I really don't seem to care
in a way it seemed so dramatic
the way I left you standing there

could have have asked one more time to hold you
could have asked one more time from fear
but I never really knew what happened
so I couldn't really shed a tear

somewhere in the distant future
I'll call you up, hope you're feeling fine
then maybe we can make it happen
make it happen one more time

you can't win if you don't even try
you can't win just walking by
softly
she said, "its a shame if you're just going to lie
in the morning I'm just going to fly"
softly
here's a thing I just have to say
I've got the power to reason away
softly
if you know me there's nothing ado
when you know me we can get through
softly

Her gentle fingers on my face
Bringing me to morning life
I need that kind of wife

I hope that doesn't sound selfish
And I would tell her I love her every time I hold her
And every morning after breakfast was over

I would sit there starring
At this wonderful light
I need that kind of wife

No words would be spoken and looks would be like a treasure
With a magical spell of everything that's right
I need that kind of wife

Just a little more coffee I'll be high as a kite
I'm getting older but I still need to see her hair fall off her shoulder
I need that kind of wife

Slowy moving though my minds demise.
Hearing mumblings as others reminisce.
Some smile and laugh an ode to you and your amazing life.
Lyrics, jokes and thoughts, all manner of sadness disguised.

With wine in hand, I smile a story from youth I recall.
A breeze can be seen as the plants you planted bend and petals and leaves fall.
Your garden is full of life and colour and its movements enchant my sight.
I first set eyes on the sorrow that now haunts me.

There you sit unruffled and yet you set my mind to muddle.
One Magpie with eyes like magnificent black pearls.
Your sit alone and stare.
I look to the sky’s above to see your friends to complete the rhyme.
But it seems sorrow is my faith at this time.

The sands of time flow your presence, your stare.
A constant that fuels my despair.
I look to sky’s, I try, I look to my soul.
The pain I feel I lie.

I look to the skies to find your friends.
But is just me and you locked in a sorrowful stare.
I look to the darkened ground of the garden, and this is where your friend is found.
Amongst the fallen debris.
Of leaves, petals, branches, and shards.
Is a decaying Magpie, now a maggot ridden tomb.

I reflect and ponder; Did I deliver sorrow to you?

Rap a tap,
Not feeling the vibe
Rap a tap.
Information online

Sending a text
Information untamed.
The aftermath can send us insane.

Rap a tap,
Quick to release.
Into the world like a raging beast.

Connection to the world.
Just one tap away
Yet we treat in so nonchalantly.

Rap a tap,
No checks just release
Rap a tap,
Deletion the impact dose not decrease.

Rap a tap.
Be careful what you text.
But you’re not alone.
Millions rap a tap away.
Ironically with very little to say.

When all that matters is no more
and emotions lay bare on the floor
when all that once was no longer is
then life has surely lost its fizz
but hope springs eternal, or so they say
and maybe I'll find love again some day
maybe not now, or even next week
but in time I might find the one whom I seek
She might not be perfect but then neither am I
she might not come to me in the blink of an eye
but as the saying goes, and we all know it well
'there's someone for everyone'.....
it's on these words I dwell
we've all been in love and lost someone dear
and after the pain then comes the fear
the fear of finding someone new
and of closing the book on the past that we knew
and the one that we loved and with whose love we grew
but books are written with a start and an end
and love is the same, no matter how we pretend
all we can do is enjoy each chapter
while cherishing the love of the new heart we capture.

I've received many Christmas gifts through the years
Stretch Armstrong, Evil Kenievel motorcyle are memories of happy tears
Toss Across, Light Bright, Lawn Darts, Battleship, and a tape recorder
A weight bench and a stereo with record player, 8-track, tape were in order
A majic set, metal ball space game, a dart gun
Having someone to play with all these things would have been more fun
If I had a wish now is the time with someone to play with all these things
Because the best Christmas gifts is a friend and the joy it brings

In this day i cannot say why there eyes met with symmetrical position,
dying elevates the need for life.

recognition is an understanding don’t pretend,
the soul cries until the body denies such demise. listening to a fate sealed by the sealed, toxic enemies created by desire which emotion with ugly denomination,
falls guaranteed ill relief a drug a temptation to alter the alter,
to reset time, it does not exist now is when now began otherwise imagination was a terminal premonition fate foretold by few understood by one. empty barrels crash its gone its gone. Forgotten to grim this end will just begin.