Brother Blue

Sixty years of that life, just playin' hard--
went from tailfins and ducktails, baby,
right up through electric cars.
From dive bars down in the Delta
rose the Grandfather Superstar.
The years go quick and the scene has changed,
but the Mississippi poet-preacher's blues?
Well, they always stay the same.

Wanna hear that church-house organ,
feel those mean-woman blues,
backed up by howls of brass and steel
that still speak the hardest truth.

When the organ sings and the pipes are true,
he don't limp through no lazy-man's jive,
but keeps that packed house rockin'
and those Old School blues alive.
The weathered pipes bleed melody,
richer tones than the funkiest soul;
those black eyes seen the world (twice over)
but this prophet's tales ain't yet all told.

Wanna hear that church-house organ,
feel those mean-woman blues,
backed up by howls of brass and steel
that still speak the hardest truth.

A roamin' song-man teacher, touched by the divine,
still just lookin' (after all these years)
for a little peace of mind.
Velvet midnight miracle, heaven learned to sing;
and the sky crashes down on all of us
when he cuts loose on Lucille's strings.
It's a chorus of furious angels,
delivered by grace of the King.

Wanna hear that church-house organ,
feel those mean-woman blues,
backed up by howls of brass and steel
that only speak the hardest truth.

The whole house is enraptured (even fools like me),
vibin' with the echoes of a guitar elegy
from a walkin' talkin' preacher, speaking history.
Stepped right off those cotton fields, baby,
to sit back down on the throne of glory.
And when time itself fades to hazy memory,
only then will the heavens finally reclaim
their blues-man prodigy.

My Trick

I've learned a special trick; Come,
Stare into my eyes.
Dont break the gaze,
Let yourself be hypnotized.
Let my eyes burn into yours, Dont slip from the trance.
Get lost and you wont feel my hand creeping down your pants.
Silence, sweetheart, dont speak, dont even begin to protest.
I know exactly what Im doing as my tongue flickers down your chest.
Im going on a special quest.
An exploration of your body.
My hand on your skin burns,
maybe because you're a hottie.
Rules are meant to be bent,
so lets just disregard the rules.
There has to be an exception for us two lustful fools.
Now its time for my trick,
Guaranteed to give you fame.
Im going to teach you a hundred new ways to scream my name!!!

Torn Pictures

Twenty pieces, a puzzled picture,
Shredded to make my life.
Each chunk of image reflects a glimmer,
A frame of pain and strife.
Together formed some distant memory,
Once true to what I knew.
Now separated to make you happy,
Change me to be like you.

Twenty bits of shard, that held,
Beats within my heart.
I gave you now you're holding,
I'm scared to be apart.
Formally a seamless portrait,
A smiling face with a summer's day.
Resting in their rough edge fragments,
Through the winter their ashes lay.

A smile of glee, your sparkling eye,
I still remember you.
Thankful just to be with me.
Trusting, loving and true.
Sand beneath our feet,
A cloudless warm and sunny sky.
No doubt, fear, bad thoughts or questions,
To you I'd never lie.

Twenty pieces or one,
What's it mater?
Left to decompose.
A memory of a time long gone,
Forgetting that tragic pose.
Now I can't remember that person,
I'm broken into two.
Left here with a torn picture,
All in faith for you.

" HER "

I see her,
She's a prism to a world, where all is magic.
She is radiance, my soul becomes so fragile.
A lone blue orchid, blooming midst the lilacs. 'Tis here she stands, perfection's, very climax...
Yes, I see her.

I breathe her,
Eyes so dreamy, essence filled with dazzling wonder.
She fuels my pounding heart, with force of rolling thunder.
Does she sense how brilliantly, she haunts my mind?
How I long to feel us woven, intertwined...
Oh, I breathe her.

I yearn her,
I can taste her cherry lips, so soft as satin. Her hair infused with all the fairest scents of nature.
When she smiles, all is right and grand and special.
Then wish I to sail her laughter, be its vessel...
How I yearn her.

I crave her,
Can she tell how I go breathless when she's near me?
How my heart cries out so great, the gods can hear me.
How Id cross the starlit galaxy to hold her?
Were my strength and courage, just the slightest bolder...
Oh, how I crave her...

I want her,
Hear her voice, my feeling run wild with arousal. She's the stirrings of a passion, so astounding. And as darkness falls, my love, it grows yet dearer. As through sweet release my cloudy thoughts come clearer...
Oh, how I want her...

I need her.
Like the gardens need the sun and rain together. Like two lovers need the rush of stormy weather. Like the steamy act of love needs searing fire. She irresistibly tugs my heart, strings of desire....
Yes, how I need her...

I love her.
Now her spirit has accompanied my waking...
Offer I may,
My lonely heart to her for the taking.
But the impossible,
She gives herself to me....
Comes my disbelieving voice? Dreams...Reality..." I love you."!!!

Hangover

Last night I partied
Came home late
Drank too much
Couldnt walk straight
Made it home
Some how some way
Enjoyed it then
Regret it today
Head pounding
Stomach sore
Spent the night
On the bathroom floor
Thoughts of yesterday
Shaded by gray
I try to picture
But no display
They say this happened
But I just dont know
Im pretty sure
I had fun though
So party up
And drink it down
But its too much
When you're on the ground
Over do it
And you'll pay
With a hangover
That'll last all day!!!

Memories We'll Never Forget

We were small when we met
Our lives we built together We shared our joys and laugther the memories
We'll never forget!

We walked and talked
We cried and sighd
We will be as one forever
the memories we'll never forget!!!

The Day It Rained (I Felt Sorry For The Roses)

The day that it rained I was on the way to see my love, to love her the way that lovers do. The rain was as cold as the pavement below my feet, which were walking across Madison Avenue. I stopped and bought a dozen roses from a woman at the corner store. I really hoped that my love would like them, as I stood outside her door. It was then that I discovered that strange hollow feeling of which I've come to know. It used to be a foreign thing not all that long ago. You see, my love had left me and I didnt know where she had gone. She must have changed her mind about me and felt the urge to move on. It made me feel sorry for the roses and the role they were to play, their beautiful lives were wasted and thoughtlessly tossed away. So I began my long walk home and stared at the darkened windows along the way. My mind began to drift and think about how much a life can change in just one day. I've heard that every heart has a different beat. Even when the lights are off and shades are drawn and the dark of night seems to be complete, on the inside all of the lights are on. There maybe shadows from burning candles or the bulbs of a chandelier. There could be tears from some saddened-eyed dreamers who go to sleep with their hearts of stone. Though they dream their dreamers' dreams, they always seem to wake up alone!!!

A Teardrop On The Rose

A teardrop fell upon the rose
that she held close to her breast
In sympathy the petals closed,
As she saw her love at rest.
The rose it seemed to feel her pain;
As one by one her petals fell and upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain
Bending down she picked the petals and to herself,
She drew them near,
She saw in the rose her broken heart,
And on the petal her fallen tear.
Between the pages of a book,
she placed the petals tenderly, and the rose it shed a tear.
As if it cried in sympathy.
The words, on the pages read
forever my love,
remember me, And when you see a rose of red
Remember, love to
remember me!!!

Daddy Day

Her hair was up in a ponytail. Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again she tried to keep her daugther home. But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare, each of them was searching for a man who wasn't there... " Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out, " She probably doesn't have one." another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, " Looks like another dead beat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her mom and looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak, and out from the mouth of a child came words incredibly unique... (continue in next blog)

Daddy Day (part 2)

" My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away." But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him. I wanted you to know, all about my daddy and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories, He taught me to ride my bike, He surprised me with pink roses and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. " Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart, I know because he told me he'll forever be in my heart" With that her little hand reached up and lay across her chest, feeling her own heartbeat beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in thd crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears, proudly watching her daughter who was wise beyond her years, for she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hands back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft. But its message clear and loud." I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star, and if he could he'd be here, But heaven's just too far."... "You see he was a fireman and died just this past year when airplanes hit the towers and taught home's to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, its like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement she witnessed with surprise, a room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them. Who knows what they felt inside, perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side." I know you're with me Daddy." To the silence she called out and what happened next made believers of those once filled with doubt. No one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far!!!