Once Peace at a Time

I guess I’ve tried to make light of so many things in my life because I’ve had so many heavy things happen, I just tend to blow it off. It doesn’t matter. I don’t have feelings. Or the feelings I have are off the mark. Exaggerated components of emotions I’m trying to place together. A jigsaw puzzle in the mind.

But it comes to a point. And I start to feel. Like when you sleep on your hand and the feeling starts to come back again. The lack of circulation? It was ok to be numb when I was numb to it. But when it starts to tingle…when it starts to feel…that’s where the issues come in.

That’s when the scrambled pieces come together.

I’ll figure it out. I always do.

If I look at it hard enough……I’ll start with the borders and look inside.

One piece at a time
One peace at a time
A jigsaw puzzle in the mind

Good Habits - Bad Behavior

Mama didn’t teach too much about life
She liked to preach…though
About walking five miles in the snow
To get to the church on time
But hell Mom…
This ain’t Idaho

She was born Smackover
In an Arkansas oil patch
Sleazy and Greasy
Never met her match

And didn’t understand about the bird and the bees
When asked….she said
“There ain’t no bees in a man’s pants!
She said a lot of things when she went on rants

She said…..
Girl…..to get your man…
Ya gotta have good habits
But bad behavior
Blessed is our Savior
For Good Habits
And bad behavior

Oh Lord, she said, don’t you know
I can’t tell who's good or bad
At a church social
Or in a Sears catalog
I’ll never have my wish book wishes
Of marriage dishes
And midnight kisses
My life has been a fog

She’s looking for the light
She’s looking for a light
For the next cigarette
Ain't never gonna quit
In the bars or behind the bars

It’s killing me
So I’m gonna pray
For God to release me
From the bonds that torment me

I pray every night to see the light
God, I pray for good habits
But Lord knows I’ve got bad behavior
Blessed be my Savior
Give me good habits
And good behavior
Be my Savior
Of bad habits and bad behavior

A write and a wrong

No one likes to write…everybody likes to wrong

When you’re on the trip….ok....
When you’re walking around….
Absorbing nothing of the natural sounds…..or looks…in a way….
Take a picture…it looks good…on the grassy knoll....a willing mole

You gotta look…it’s by the books….

What did I hear?
Zupriter I fear
A billboard in the wake
A Convenient convertible on a sunny day

A bullet on the gurney
Took quite a journey
So did the pill box hat
On the trunk
Imagine that?
That’s why I love Dallas…

Blood On Air Force One
Let’s get the good One
Profile….that is…
Profiles of Courage?
Gotta look good for the cameras…

No one likes to write…everybody likes to wrong

We proved it
On Air Force One

That's why Yellow Makes Me sad

Spaghetti Bushes
I’ve seen them all

On film
On trees
I’ve seen them drying in the breeze

That’s why
Environment’s on the brink
And that's why yellow makes me sad
I think

Santa Claus is
A little nauseous
I’ve seen him
Picking Spaghetti bushes
Gotta find a new profession
Melting poles/pool reflections

Can we get off the jackwagon
To mamby pamby land?

We can’t afford glad
We’re staring at spaghetti land
Bushes populating the land

And that’s why yellow makes me sad
I think

We are on the brink
Of Melting poles
Cool reflections
And that’s why yellow makes me sad
I think

Goodbye...Or...Good Buy...Either Way..Adios.....

I don’t know
And it doesn’t matter
I’m detached from the world right now
I can’t get thru it
Thru the orbit…..
And it doesn’t matter, anyhow

A pimple
On the forehead
Not a consideration
Just something to get rid of
Something to make fun of
Do what everyone does
Eliminate, Eliminate
Too much to take
It doesn’t matter, somehow
It doesn't matter, anyhow

I’ve seen enough
I’ve done enough
Been through enough
Enough is enough

I’m done
I’m done
It wasn’t won
no winning
It doesn't matter somehow
It doesn't matter anyhow

You''ve Killed Me

You gotta go
It’s in front of your face
You can’t “peace out”
Or have grace
Just cry and blow – Cry and blow
You’ll leave this world without a trace
Or is there….another show?
Is there another race?

You ask questions
But the truth is
You’re already there…….
Hell Yes
Does anybody care?
Hell No
Easily replaced?
Hell yes
Too tired to curse
And what’s worse
You’re already there

Cry it out
Let it go
There’s always
Another rodeo
With a tramp-o-light
Or a tramp-o-lean
Or with a Middle Aged Beauty Queen
Did you get Her?
With the first Swing?
Yeah
I guess ya did....

And now you got Sing Sing

With tramp-o-lights
And tramp-o-leans
And simple things
Called neck strings
That solves most problems
For everything

Just swing and swing
With the Big Bad Band
There's a good Horn Section
In Sing Sing

A Poser Posing Question

What should I do????

Is anyone what they should be?

Superman leaped tall buildings with a single bound

But later found dead with drugs all around

Faster than a speeding bullet - couldn't be found

What should I do

What should I be

Pink crinkled doughnuts

So easy to please

We've lowered the pedestal to an alarming rate

Looking up from the ground....through the grates?

Oh...that's where we live

In the United States

What should I do?

Make it while you can

Who should I be?

Too bad you don't have identity

Throw a ball or throw a race
If you're good.....you've got a chance
Too bad for you
You have no stance

But we love it when you dance
Love it when you dance
We all know about chance
And you have no Stance
In the Dance