When I'm hungry, you feed me food,
our wedding vows, we recently renewed,
the *** is better after a good feud,
I prefer you only in the ****.
When I'm sick, you make me well,
marrying you, was an easy sell,
head over heals for you, I madly fell,
remember our first time, in that motel.
When I'm thirsty, you get my drink,
both our thoughts are always in sync,
you are my unsolved missing link,
I love when you give me that special wink.
When I'm naked, you give me clothes,
forever grateful, its me you chose,
you even let me pick my nose,
I love you from head to toes.
When I'm bleeding, you give me stitches,
together we went from rags to riches,
we scratch each others unbearable itches,
you cured all my faults and glitches.
When I'm *****, you make me ***,
you made this man from a ***,
just look at what I have become,
everyday spent with you, I am succumb.
When I'm down, you make me high,
with you, the limit is the sky,
anything you want, go ahead and buy,
you're more American that apple pie.
When I'm lost, you give me a found,
its always nice having you around,
before you, I was tightly wound,
saying I love you, requires no sound.

It may be it's maybe too hard to handle,
or to understand.
Truly you'll take my pain away? My worry? My doubt?
Having only other mortal souls and bodies to compare to,
the gaps are vast.
There are chasms in my truths.
Perforated facts.
Even moreso sometimes it merely seems cruel.
You've been through enough.
What good could it possibly do to have you
bear the extra burden of wretched, unrighteous us?
It should be uplifting that you be so strong for me.
It is rather, and yet sometimes I find a hint of sorrow
in my heart.
A dash of guilt in my subconscious.
You, Keenest Eye beyond any measure of the sky
hide not I from it.
Observe my wandering wonders, oh wondrous one.
Let me behold.
Beautiful, of the light and the love peace abounds.
Sorrow, never to reach such a plateau.
Not ever to be but only to know.
To feel fondness for ever.
For so deeply my heart wishes to grow
as close to you.
A soul as sweet as fruits from your own garden.

Take my hand,
take away my anger.
Take my heart,
make it love me.
Help me,
heal me,
show me,
know me.
Where you go,
I'm going.

Patience is a virtue,
it's too soon.
I won't shoot,
I'm holstered.
It's a moot point,
point blank.
Thanks.

Where are my manners?
Managed to stick myself between
a rock and hard place again.
Not a bad spot if you're a lizard.
Not a bad shot if you're cold blooded.
You didn't check the scene, now it's a crime scene.
I've seen this all before,
and yet it seems to get
darker each time.
Maybe it's finally getting to me.
They caught up to me,
my demons did.
They hid
within my skin, hungering.
Taking control
of my limbs, and I'm fumbling.
Mumbling phrases of praises
erases their faces.
Slate clean but shivering.
Deliverance is chilling
when your captives kept you warm.
Be forewarned not to enter their house again.
They will tempt you with fire,
and so you must
build a hearth
within your own heart.
Feed it your own breath
to keep it burning
while the world turns.
Yearning to be at the center
of something you can't quite remember.

I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king

I remember me and Grandad
Listening to the radio
We would listen to the Opry
While my friends went to the show
Johnny Cash, The Gatlins,
Grandpa Jones, and Old Hank Snow
I was raised on country music
I just wanted you to know

I loved the feeling I would get
when I heard a country tune
Singing about trucks and girls
And a golden Tennessee Moon
Charlie Daniels, Jimmy Dean
The Judds, and Roger Miller
Willie, Waylon, Tom T. Hall
and Jerry Lee...the Killer

I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king



Country lost it's western
and Rock it lost it's roll
But, still old country music
Those tunes just made me whole
I learned all of the lyrics
And I love to hear them sing
I grew up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was King

I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king
My friends all liked the Beatles
But, that was not my thing
I liked to hear the fiddle
To hear the joy burst from the strings
I Grew Up on Country Music
When Rock and Roll was king