Tricky

I might fall in love
three or four times a day
but not hard enough
that I’d ever say
the kinds of things
I might regret later
don’t want to turn a friend
into a hater

I know what love takes
I don’t have it to give
still in the shadow
of the last love I lived
the cracks in my heart
won’t stand too much trauma
so my head tries to steer
me away from any drama

But love can be tricky
it won’t knock on the door
it crawls through the window
and ties you up on the floor
it that happens, mercy
is all I’d ask for
something along the lines
of the sea and the shore

Too old to run
too tired to fight
if cunning doesn’t save me
whatever happens is alright

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Risky

Water and whiskey
are doubly risky
when you add a blue moon
and a mournful tune
and all the sorrow
in the known universe
fits in the back
of an average hearse

clouds like phantoms
in the ghostly light
guarding the secrets
of the night
and like angels dancing
on the head of a pin
lift you out of the
hole that you’re in

In the onslaught of beauty
sadness must yield
to the wonder and awe
you begin to feel
your soul fills
with what you see
in a moment perfect
as only moments can be

Another Take

Don’t have a sweetheart?
That’s no cause for you to start
doubting the power of Love
or even God above
for the sun’s out there
on the darkest night
and the world will turn
until you see a light.

So, you have a sweetheart?
Never forget to do your part
time will not stand still
so savor every thrill
and when you wake up alone
in some future night
you’ll have sweet memories
of that precious light

and never doubt for a minute
you are being thought of
by family, friends, or angels
you are being loved

Comprehensive List

It might rain, or it might not
it might be cool or it might be hot
it might get dark a little later on
but it may brighten up along towards dawn
If you want a comprehensive list
of all the things I am sure of
you can put it on a post-it note
taxes, death, and a mother’s love
The left might vote against the right
who’re trying to crush them with all their might
what they don’t understand they might call fake
How much are we supposed to take
If you want a comprehensive list
of all the things I am sure of
you can put it on a post-it note
taxes, death, and a mother’s love
A pretty woman might turn some heads
a handsome man might find her bed
but if one is just hoping to be fed
the other might wish they were dead
If you want a comprehensive list
of all the things I am sure of
you can put it on a post-it note
taxes, death, and a mother’s love
Your mother won’t care how you vote
she just wants you to be healthy
it won’t matter to your mother
if you’re poor or wealthy
might be ugly as a stump
you’re beautiful to her
she’ll always be on your side
that is certain sure
If you want a comprehensive list
of all the things I am sure of
you can put it on a post-it note
taxes, death, and a mother’s love

Pants

Looking back
and looking forward
are starting to look the same
peeking aroung a corner
focusing on a distant flame

As we remain under siege
by a whole host of temptations
that turn the best intentions
into idle contemplations

Rusty hinges and broken wings
make it difficult to acheive some things
and becoming what we’re meant to be
is a lonely voyage on a stormy sea.

We only fail
if we cease to try
the struggle its own
reason why

Every day gives another chance
Each day gives another choice
so hitch up your grown-up pants
hold your head up and rejoice

Voice

Will this year’s voice
be different from the last?
Will I speak to the present
as much as the past?
Will the future hold
some new allure?
Will there be anything
of which I am sure?

We can hope for more songs
and fewer sobs,
and try not to complain
about the job.
More intimate whispers
fewer anguished cries
more simple truth
fewer baldfaced lies.

But it’s too early to tell
what the year will hold,
just going to have to
let it unfold
and hope at the end
to still have a voice
and the presence of mind
to make the right choice

Cold Sheets

The wedding day was sunny
and clear with a crisp breeze,
but I don’t think the temperature
ever reached thirty degrees.
Honeymoon in a lake house
that had been closed for the winter,
we had to light the furnace
before we even entered.

The windows were frosty inside
we didn’t really care,
enjoying views of lake and woods
was not why we were there.
The sheets were as cold as ice
but not for very long
we didn’t wait for furnace heat
to begin our wedding song.

We loved and laughed for two days
and kept things toasty warm
then went back to civilization
and what was now our home.
So cold sheets don’t really bother me
with this memory to warm my heart,
death’s farewell couldn’t break the spell
we’ve never been apart.