By the Way

No matter what you believe,

Some like Adam and some like Eve,

But the only rule is practice not to deceive,

Unless your desire is for them to leave.

Casablanca

Tired struggles of confusion from the part that was smart.
Figures of the mind, strings of thought were just art.
Lines of thought, tied hands was only part.
Stopping the outside from connection before they start.
Bring ones soul from the deep as if pulling a large cart.
Screams of disgust and less troubles tore apart.
Emotion crumble, my feeling of the heart.
Broken left for dead, rushed aside,
Through the forest, left to run like a Hart.
Gone the desire to go on, no wind, no map, no chart.
Left at the airfield like Bogart.

Santa

Fathers are not happy being Saint Nick.
Wanting one more candy cane to lick.
Feeling oh so uncomfortable, all most sick.
In that red suit wondering, why it has to be so thick.

With a clock tic and a clock click.
The father must be, oh so quick.
Leaving the red piece of his suite on the brick.
So Santa’s family wouldn’t know it was just a trick.

The Little Things

The big things count for more, not wanting to be a pest. 
I am sorry to say that they are bigger than the rest. 
As always, maybe it is for the best. 
And I will always point trouble with in my chest. 
Trying to ignore this feeling within breast. 
So to the little thinks I stressed. 
Are just little things that need to be blessed.

The Fort

The light, cast shadows and trails of darkness,
It felt cold and but not like Christmas,
Holding myself silent, looking out into the blackness.


Damn it, why did I feel so hopeless.


Holding the flashlight, almost loosing consciousness,
Oh, why were we out this night, looking back I hide my shyness,
My little fort, my hiding place, I only feel disgrace.

You

YOU!

Why am I blue,

Though, it may be true,

That I am remembering you.

The memory that I once felt I must undo,

I cry into the clouds from where you once flew,

I remember you.

LaVerne

Oh, here is to my father,
He was loved by my mother,
Hailed by my brother,
Adored by my sister.

Once a hell raiser,
He could have been no other,
His tales brought laughter,
Not to mention, his humorous manner.

He was a man, he was a real charmer,
The wood worker, the carver,
The old man farmer, the share cropper,
The constant barterer.

A hero construction worker,
He was a problem solver, he was the fixer,
A real pack master,
LaVerne was his names given by his father.