Ends Too Fast

Save the best for last/ The moment has not yet passed/ We'll still have a blast/ Because we saved the best for last

Only Cinders Remain

She came out hard/ She came out fast/ Heard this kinda love could never last/ But some things are just past curing/ This sorta love is so enduring

Not Like That

She thought with her pregnancy weight gain that she had lost her license to thrill. She worried that he would develop a Madonna Complex and not want anything to do with a "baby momma". Do many women delude themselves like this about the men that care about them?

I Told Her

How you hold your virtue is neither here nor there/ Since you never take your virtue anywhere

A Prescriptive Thanatology

A lifetime's hope/ A moment's mope/ An eternity of dread/ Inside the head/ Freud said all men are great in their dreams/ But old Sigmund must have discounted our many nightmares/ That we all ride in on/ Saddled to our fragile mortality/ Fear not though thou descends into the depths of this deathless death/ Despair is but an instant/ A second in the universal conscience/ For loss is not betrayal but inevitable in the quest to gain

Life's Cutting Edge

Daughter seeks her own level/ Son sinking beyond the horizon/ All this left the prophet at a loss

A Pithy Observation

No one wakes up in the morning to be a ne'er-do-well all day

Legacy of Doubt

You made me question every time I got out of bed to shave and had to look in the mirror/ Never made things any clearer/ It was just your way, always your way, and only your way/ So this is what redemption looks like

Shave That Thing

You moved me/ My corrupted morality/ You moved me/ My juvenile mentality/ Forty going on ten/ You moved me again and again

Hopeless in Love

Remember love is a weapon/ It can bind and bruise/ Wound and kill/ It seldom mends and always ends/ It is better to just stay friends/ Than try to heal this seven inch scar

Let's Go Exploring

Let's go to Capistrano where I can see your swallows/ Let's take a trip where I can visit your Sleepy Hollows/ We can go exploring/ So long as it is you I am adoring

Oxy Lady

She gets high every day/ She's been stoned in every way/ Her only concern is gettin' her fix any way/ That's why her sugar daddy has got to pay/ That's the only reason they play/ Oxy lady

Death's Dance Hall

There are restless souls in the cities of the living and in the cities of the dead/ Is there loneliness in the graveyard?/ A cemetery of break rooms and libraries and lounges where words are dead/ Souls are empty, souls are calling but no one hears/ No one cares

The "G" Note

Why'd you have to go and drop the "g"/ I was just a-thinkin'/ That it's just a stinkin' / That you had to go and drop the "g'

Feeling the Void

The absence of your presence left me bereft/ The presence of your absence always deeply felt/ I wonder why you left/ I cry here where you once knelt

Claiming Her Victory

Blighted, slighted, feeling so misused/ Torn all asunder, left to be abused/ Crying, dying, dried out in the sun/ But you stand there basking, asking will he be the forgotten one?/ Laughing, joyful, feeling so amused/ You called me the user all the time I was being used

The Despicable Silence

There is nothing laudable in the dread silence, in the heartache, the loneliness despicable/ The thorn is the last dependable friend after the bottle has broken/ A wrenching rending leaving a void that is filled once again by despicable silence/ It only fosters deep regret when you hear the echo of the emptiness left behind/ Is the bloody bramble better in sunshine than in darkness?/ It does not matter if you are left alone to tend the wound

Remembrance and Catharsis

Fervently and passionately through all the blissful moments/ I cared not how my jaw ached/ Fascinated by the way you arched your back/ For that is the way of cats in alleys the world over/ But I never will be, really can be over you/ Promise and passion rarely mix

Queen of Nights

Tempestuous and beckoning/ As certain as the Reckoning/ With steel cutlass eyes/ And forever and a day thighs/ In a peignoir or a gown/ She made me her hapless clown/ I cared not how much she put me down/ For such a haughty highness deserves to wear her crown/ I was gladly the fool of days/ I only sought her presence/ Knowing I could never win her praise

The Impending Storm

The sky darkens/ The winds swirl/ The first hail staggers the cattle and scatters the sheep/ The thunder echoes in the valley/ As lightening ignites dry branches in the hollow/ Here the sun was shining/ Here the moon illuminated the trees/ Here the deer found succor/ And all was bright and free/ In an instant all is changing/ Casting doubt into the dark/ As every creature seeks a sanctuary/ Burned to nothing by a single spark

A Lingering Shout

The sin of multitudes will never be drowned in a sea of doubt

The Peace Pickle

What if one party yearns for peace and the other doesn't? What if one party makes concessions toward ending a conflict and the other constantly incites against the compromiser? What if the rest of the globe sides with the aggressor against the victim? Some conundrums defy solution, just offer more mind pollution. For those who despise the Jews, there is always world enough and crime.

Momma Baked Bread

The aroma did awaken, oh how the heart did quicken, as that leavening became a foretaste of paradise./ It mattered little, rye or white, or whether the oven burned day or night./ We knew what we could expect./ Though in the kitchen we dared not manage or direct./ The baking was her kitchen project, taken with the same measure of care as a NASA rocket./ God- I miss that bread so and I wonder why that dearest baker had to go.

Exit Stage Down

Bin Laden been 'liminated/ He thought Allah would have seventy-two virgins waitin'/ Instead, he found himself face to face with Satan/ He had lived to kill/ Until he met a Navy SEAL/ He knew he could not pass the test/ The moment he saw America's best/ He's no longer plottin'/ It's good old American justice he's gotten/ With the dregs of the world he had been palin'/ And now he's burning with Hitler and Stalin