Shades of Blue

There's a wrinkle in my nose
and some lead stuck in my toes.
I'm hiding behind some prose, on this lovesick afternoon.
So I'll write about a gal
and about her about her special pal
and all the things they'd wished they do.

And I've just got to say,
from the barren field I lay
where I thought my days were through:
the sky just looks a lighter shade of blue.

Well my back is pretty sore
where she got me with the sword,
but the stitches seemed to hold just fine.
So I'll hum a tune along,
as I sit and write my songs
and the memories are all dulled with rhyme.

And I've just got to say,
from the barren field I lay
where I thought my days were through:
the sky just looks a lighter shade of blue.

--
because it's not in the moment
that marks the key component,
but in the lessons and thoughts that we learn.
In every foul spell
for the hours that we dwell
are the badges of  our lives we earn.
--

There's a frown that tows the line
of a week of muck and grime,
it's a near mortal crime to fell so sad and blue.
But this feeling I know,
but intermission in the show!
Life's a mystery and  this blue is just a clue.

And I've just got to say,
from the barren field I lay
where I thought my days were through:
the sky just looks a lighter shade of blue.

Life just looks a lighter shade of blue.

All I Can Do is Laugh

We've all spent nights a-tossin
and we've all spent nights a-turnin
and we've all tried to push the thoughts back
and we all keep thinking
of
them
anyway.

My mind won't stop a-racin
busy like these DC streets.
Lost in smoke of burning bridges
scorched by fire, blazed by heat.

But when I take a step back,
kind of funny I have to say,
with the time that's passed,
the feelings are healed like plastered up casts
and
all I can do is laugh.

--
All I can do is laugh and say:
gotta be better than I was that day.
--

We've all spent time debating
and we've all spent time relating
and we all wish we could have said "that"
and we all know that it won't
change
anything.

So many times I've said I'm sorry,
most times I think I really was.
And now I find it kind of funny
how deep some things got between us.

But when I take a step back,
kind of funny I have to say,
with the time that's passed,
the feelings are  healed like plastered up casts
and
all I can do is laugh.

--
All I can do is laugh and say:
gotta be better than I was that day
--

**

--

And I lay here while I'm cringing
at ever stupid thing I've said.
I always think that I'm so clever
now I wish those thoughts were dead.

But we can't undo what we've been through,
whether tortured or plagued with how they are viewed,
but we can all just stop and laugh.
yeah
woah
all we can do is laugh
yeah
woah
and with time I know you'll laugh.
yeah
woah-oh

--
All we can do is laugh and say
It'll be better than it was that day
--

The Mirage

I walk a desert alone, unsure, 

footings lost on shifting sands.

I walk a desert burnt, thirsty
and you, my dear, were my mirage.

The savior oasis of splendor, of life
the calming horizon but one step away.

I knew it was fake, but so I trod on.
The thirst will fool but the strongest mind.

I'd rather grasp, to swing and to miss

never letting the desert show me my fate.

but you were an oasis with water salted.
The saving grace that spelled a doom.

A doom self-inflicted, of knowledge not need

A look past an ignorance that I chose to believe.

but mostly a doom that is not a finale

a hurdle and bump in the unfinished tale.

Though thirsty I'm left, in anguish or peril,

my legs keep on troding, and my lungs take in air.

Destination unknown, hardships unyielding, 

the journey persists, till victory or death.

My dog and me

I've got myself a friend
A furry gal, my canine pal on which I can depend.

We've been together seems like my whole life

Shes seen the glory shes seen the boring, blessed all the love and softened strife.

We've loved and lost, been double crossed
And tripped on our own 6 feet.
But I'd bet our tails on a chance hell that us two cant be beat.

My dog and me.

Claws and teeth betray the warmth of a love she wants to give

She sniffs and barks and gives a point toward the life we strive to live.

She may shed, or hog the bed, but she's worth it all because:

Come hell or heaven bet your lucky seven that she'll come running after me.

My dog and me.

Those floppy ears are flappin

and that stumpy tails a'waggin

she's got a pool of drool

as she starts a duel

with the mutt that lives next door.

Now I've had times

when I've lost my mind,

but she fetched it back for me.

When I've gone blind

or fell behind

she gave me sight to see.

My dog and me.

So if you've a need and can afford the feed let me pass along the word

that there's a way you can start each day with love not seen or heard.
Man's best friend, with you to the end and I can say with all my soul:
Whether soft or tough, with bark and ruff, they'll give you all you need

My dog and me.
My dog and me.

Little Honest Moments

Love is made of little, honest moments,

moments shared between you and me.
It's the sincerest sacrifice, the truth to be free.

It's not a post or a tweet, a text or a card
It's a sliver, a chip, a crumb, and a shard
of a part of a whole of a dear honest soul
on a tumultuous tug of the truth on a roll.

Love is made of little, honest moments,

moments so clear that the blind can still see.
It's torturous though tolerant: the lock and the key.

Now the tumblers are moving, first, second, and third
each word that is heard is the key ever turned

and the heart ever burns for the secrets interned

and in ever few moments we find what is yearned.

Love is made of little honest moments,

moments not always met with a grin.

It's breathless and gutless that swirl and then spin.

The minuscule memories made of mere malice

are dulled and then grieved with each gulp of the chalice

and the fallacies flare with the glares and the stares

a compounding conundrum for which nothing compares.

But these are the moments that define and refine
and teach the heart lessons from scorched to sublime.
Honest though leery these moments ne'er dreary
expose and impose a love oh so clearly.

Love is made of little honest moments,
moments shared between you and me.
It's the sincerest sacrifice, the truth to be free.

Hair of the Dog

Wake up in the morning
No sights to see
My fuzzy vision focused
On nothing next to me.

It's another morning
Spent on my knees
Do whatever it takes now
Just to be free.

Fix another drink yeah
Need some hair of the dog
Need a little something
To raise my head from the fog

Need some hair of the dog
To fill this wound
Need some hair of the dog
To get me through

I need some
I need some
I need some more
I need some
I need some
More of what I had before.

Wake up this morning
No sights to see
My locked hearts slow-beating
And you've got the key.

Wish you'd give it to me
Just one more time
Wish you could know
How bright we'd shine.

So I meet another
Call it hair of the dog
Need a little something
To raise my heart from the fog.

Need some hair of the dog
To fill this wound
Need some hair of the dog
To get me through

I need some
I need some
I need some more
I need some
I need some
More of what I had before.

And I'm tired of living
The same old mistakes
With the bend and the break
With the gain and the take
The masochistic charade
That's always self-made
Is a debt I have paid
A hundred times before.

But I'll try it once more now
Call it hair of the dog
Run down these feelings
To raise my soul from the fog

Need some hair of the dog
To fill this wound
Need some hair of the dog
To get me through

I need some
I need some
I need some more
I need some
I need some
More of what I had before.

Need some hair of the dog
Cause I need some more
Little hair of the dog
Cause I'm wanting more
Some hair of the dog
To level the score

Need some hair of the dog
I need some more.

There's no rush

Time was defined
by the salt and lime
but I'm moving toward an outlook
that is more reclined

I've been searching
I've been hunting
'cause I'm hurting
just been fronting
Ain't looking just for something
but for what I have been wanting.

I was spiraling down
stuck with a frown
brushing it off
and playing the clown

When I didn't know what to do,
a friend sang these words
to get me through:

There's no rush
to fold
Might get hot soon
though it's feeling pretty cold
There's no rush
to be
Anywhere other than
seems right to me

oh oh oh oh woah woah oh

Say it's okay
even just for today
to experience your life
just like you're unafraid

Break the frame
no more pain
as you spirit is unchained
There's no rush
No need to fuss
If you just refuse to play the game

Get that feeling so high
And fly through the sky.
Freedom's within you
So don't you deny

So If you don't know what to do,
just sing these words
and they'll get you through.

There's no rush
to fold
Might get hot soon
though it's feeling pretty cold
There's no rush
to be
Anywhere other than
seems right to me

oh oh oh oh woah woah oh

Know time is defined
by the thoughts in your mind
so ensure it's in a place
where the sun always shines.

If you're searching
If you're hunting
for real feeling
not just fronting
then search not just for something
but for something that's worth wanting

Optimism is key

To really be free

To give it a try

You've just got to believe

And if you fall I'm here for you.

To sing these words 

And get you through.

There's no rush
to fold
Might get hot soon
though it's feeling pretty cold
There's no rush
to be
Anywhere other than
seems right to me

oh oh oh oh woah woah oh

Killing Time with You

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you.

It was 5pm when we ordered a beer
humble happy hour
and the path was clear

8pm then rolled around
the deals ran out
now it's time to bounce.

It was 10pm when you gave me a sign
take you to the dance floor
you'd be mine oh mine.

12pm we had a long drunk talk
diggin real deep
because we couldn't walk

At 1am I said I loved you
At 1:01 you said you loved me too
At 1:04 I threw up on the floor
and by 1:15 we started drinking more.

and my phone says that at 2am
Our wild ride finally met it's end
stumbled out and called a cab
and we didn't even close our tab

--

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you.

It was 9am when I felt a kiss
my favorite furry friend
had to take a piss

10am I was in the bowl
wishing last night
wouldn't take it's toll

It was 11am when you took my place
Neither of us ever
learned the meaning of pace

but at noon I said I loved you
you mumbled out a soft love you too
at 12:03 we hammocked in the tree
and I realized there's no where I'd rather be.

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you

This is the best day of my life and I'm hungover
but I'm hungover in this hammock with you.

Midnight Conversations

When will I tire
of these fake conversations,
that spin round in my head for an unfortold duration

I'm a patient of my patience
and I'm feeling kinda sore,
But these words keep dragging on
and they leave me wanting more.

When will I say
that I've had just bout enough?
That I'm feeling kinda rough
about all that unsaid stuff.

If you were sitting right here,
under the influence of a beer
I'd tell you how I fell,
but now I'm failing just to tell:

How good it was
How good it'd be
Where we would go
and what we'd see.

When will I tire
Of these fake conversations
That spin round in my head for an unfortold duration

It's a fight near every night.

And I'm feel pretty sick
But the mind knows what it wants
And these thoughts are getting thick.

When will I say
that our time was not yet through?
We had so much more do
where it'd be just me and you.

If you were sitting right here,
I'd tell you with a tear
that I wont just let you go
that I wanted you to know:

How good it was
How good it'd be
Where we would go
and what we'd see.

It's just a midnight conversation
that I'm having in my head
lying sleepless in my bed

thinking what I would have said.

It's just a sleepless night's frustration
as I don't pick up the phone
and I don't drive to your home
and I leave you all alone.

Now I'm begging for salvation
that my mind will just move on
stop feeling like a pawn
sacrificed and then it's gone.

Its just a midnight conversation
In this sleepless night's frustration
Left me begging for salvation
As I'm thinking all about:

How good it was
How good it'd be
How the sun and the moon and this whole wide world

were rooting for you and me.

How good it'd be.

How great it'd be.

Forever unpublished

Where do I start?

To approach such a love

a feeling anointed

like it's touched from above.

Though I've wrote it, I've spoke it,

the heart's never heard.

of a certain four letters

that spell a new word.

It's love that I feel,

and it's love that I felt.

Though our time is now over

To the thought I have knelt.

It's freeing

It's chaining

Like being cleansed

while it's raining

The roaming,

not knowing

has both hurt me

and honed me.

Through a rambling body,

a message so clear.

the mind has now latched

to the one I held dear.

I've tried so hard

to build back a wall

to push out my thoughts

and never to fall. 

But one night in OK

was all it would take

an honest affair 

left my heart for the take.

We spoke just once,

but it's heard yet again.

and over and over

Like I'm frozen back then.

As the sunset came down

under the pink and the red

it was the honesty shared

that filled up my head

Never before 

and never again

had we spoken so freely

had we broken our bread

and when I lay down

to sleep for the night

it's that very day

that just doesn't sit right

I said what I needed,

but not what I should

Should have told you I loved you

More than I knew that I could.