Jingle bell blues..

I'm miles away from home and hearth
I have, of late, lost all my mirth
To my world I'm quite forgotten, I fear.
Yes, Christmas is the loneliest time of the year.

Diseased Ramblings..

Dont say its the end of the road.
remember the flowers I sent..
i need you.. babe..
to put through the shredder in front of my friends

Dont leave me now..
How could you go?
when you know how i need you..
to beat to a pulp on a saturday night.

Rewind

Asking you to stay
the words are finally here
let's rewind, and rewind

you see, you're the only star
in the film i never made
would you rewind it all the time
rewind it all the time

in the driveway
see you pull in
then my heart stops
when you're stalling
as if the phone rang
and he's calling
now you're backing up

it's a long way out
i'm asking you to stay
the words are finally here
let's rewind

would you rewind it all the time

see, you're the only star
in the film i never made
would you rewind it all the time
rewind it all the time

do we make it to the sequel
second chance for our survival
oh we all need a hallmark ending
and a change of heart

but it's a long way back, back to what you said

swayin' on my mind

it's swayin' on my mind
it's swayin' on my mind
would you rewind it all the time
rewind it all the time

i'm asking you to stay
the words are finally here
so let's rewind
would you rewind it all the time
oh you're the only star
in the film i never made
would you rewind
would you rewind it all the time

would you rewind it all the time
rewind it all the time

would you rewind it all the time
rewind it all the time

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

W.B. Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above
Those I fight I do not hate
Those I guard I do not love
My country is Kiltartan's Cross
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before
No law, nor duty bade me fight
No public man, nor cheering crowds
A lonely impulse of delight
Led to this tumult in the clouds
I balanced all, borught all to mind
The years to come seemed waste of breath
A waste of breath, the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

What ho!!

A certain critic--for such men, I regret to say, do exist--made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained 'all the old Wodehouse characters under different names.' He has probably by now been eaten by bears, like the children who made mock of the prophet Elisha: but if he still survives he will not be able to make a similar charge against Summer Lightning. With my superior intelligence, I have outgeneralled the man this time by putting in all the old Wodehouse characters under the same names. Pretty silly it will make him feel, I rather fancy.

First or Second?

Just A Perfect Day,
Drink Sangria In The Park,
And Then Later, When It Gets Dark,
We Go Home.
Just A Perfect Day,
Feed Animals In The Zoo
Then Later, A Movie, Too,
And Then Home.

Oh It's Such A Perfect Day,
I'm Glad I Spent It With You.
Oh Such A Perfect Day,
You Just Keep Me Hanging On,
You Just Keep Me Hanging On.

Just A Perfect Day,
Problems All Left Alone,
Weekenders On Our Own.
It's Such Fun.
Just A Perfect Day,
You Made Me Forget Myself.
I Thought I Was Someone Else,
Someone Good.

Oh It's Such A Perfect Day,
I'm Glad I Spent It With You.
Oh Such A Perfect Day,
You Just Keep Me Hanging On,
You Just Keep Me Hanging On.

Void.

Empty vases
Empty cases
Empty cages
Smudged out pages

Vacant plots
Vacant lots
Vacant looks
Hidden nooks

Placid lakes
Placid flakes
Placid thoughts
Iron wroughts

Their void is felt
the feeling dealt
what once was is broken and long gone
Empty spaces linger on