A heart that once was tender
Can somehow turn to stone
Their words may still sound gentle
The actions set the tone
A rock is just a rock
But a quill may well disguise it
As lips may spin BS
And hide the cold inside it
Those hearts can thrive on weakness
To feed on and grow stronger
‘Reuse that same old source
To resupply their hunger
It gratifies their muse
To know they have your number

I know I’ll pass this way again
And when I do you’ll take me in
But it won’t work just like before
I’ll hold you in my arms until
Sun splashes on the window sill
And then I’ll leave just like before

I know your arms will open wide
And welcome me so deep inside
And you’ll be all my own once more
But when the warm sensations fade
The parting won’t be long delayed
I’ll hit the road just like before

But I know soon we’ll meet again
Your lips will be so sweet again
You and I keep craving one taste more
But in the aftermath to come
Life looks different in the sun
And it won’t work just like before

Old man they say there's magic
In your friendly face above
They say your smile can turn the tide
And inspire a human love
So I prayed you'd sprinkle moondust
On her sweet lips soft and warm
So when I get to kiss her
The kiss could last till dawn

But your old smile is only
Valleys of the moon
If lovers give you credit
I hate bursting their balloon
For her love would be all mine
If your magic was divine
Your smile is only
Valleys of the moon

Your skills are just a legend
Tied to that old cratered face
If you could cast a spell on her
I would know her warm embrace
But those asteroids that carved your smile
Were just an act of chance
You couldn't help me reach her
You know zero of romance

For your smile is only
Valleys of the moon
If lovers give you credit
I hate bursting their balloon
For her love would be all mine
If your magic was divine
Your smile is only
Valleys of the moon


[Music by Dawn Diamond]

I came back to a town

In a year of my life

To nothing the same as before

I tried to recapture

Those early beginnings

But time had barred shut every door


I came back to a town

The first haven I knew

I never would see it again

Like Mr. Wolfe said

Nobody finds it

It's gone just like yesterday's wind


I came back to a town

That nurtured and reared me

Now only the memories unfold

While one lonely figure

In all the shop windows

Seemed utterly lost in the cold

with life's first breath

the newly born

cries out in fear

for what could be


and at the end


with life's last breath

the dying man

goes out in fear

for what could be

I wander down
Old Macon Road
The countless years unreeling
I love the taste
Of  yesterday
Reliving every feeling
I wander by
The old home place
To gaze through cracked old panes
The laughing ghosts
Are looking back
As it begins to rain
A sudden storm unleashes
And the memories
Fade once more
Just a house
With falling clapboards
As winds blow off a door
I wander down
Old Macon Road
As I have done so often
Now back to sleep
Till Gabe’s ole horn
In my old rusty coffin

[I understand Shakespeare played every role around his theatre such as managing the theater, acting, directing, playright, etc, etc.  Too many responsibilities for one man.  He was treasurer and everything else.  What did he didn't do?  Was that true about him I ask in all humility]

William Shakespeare, wordsmith king…
Some people doubt he did all things.
Such teeming thoughts for just one man…
Perhaps Chris Marlowe had a hand
Among some others underfed
Who sold their work to buy some bread.
And Will for one bought many plays
Then claimed the work through present days.
No sweat upon his brow rolled down…
For those he claimed for shills and pounds.
That system shorted men with skill
And all those credits went to Will
And though the man was very great
He kept the profit on his plate

That pretty blonde waitress

Who filled my cup her way

In that unbuttoned  blouse

They say she's gone today


She had me looking down

With warm admiring eyes

As she poured out her best

I saw the great divide


It seems she took great care

To keep my interest new

For columbia's mountain grown

And for the canyon view


I thought we had a bond

Yet now she's running loose

But lo!!  Another brings a cup

And, yee-ouch, check that caboose

I must warn

The high achievers

To stop reaching

For the sky

Great success

Has its downside

Over rainbows

Do not fly

If you do

You'll get what's coming

Oh, you'll stand tall

In the park

But you'll always be

The target

Where the pidgeons

Leave their mark

I'll ask 'em

While they still

Know it all

Before their I.Q.

Takes a mighty fall

Cause their knowledge

Will seem tiny

As their heads

Get bald and shiny

I'll ask 'em

While they still

Know it all

I remember tomorrow

In our home full of memories

Now this house is a big lonely shell

You're nowhere in sight

It's four walls at midnight

And yesterday's ringing the bell

I found a letter in an old coat pocket
I thought of you before my brain could stop it
It’s been a long time healing
But I felt the same old feeling
Living in an old forgotten pocket

I found a letter yellowed by the ages
Your fragrance there came wafting from the pages
That memory stirs a dream
Much too bitter to redeem
All we had belongs now to the ages

I found a letter in an old coat pocket
A thought of you was there--I couldn’t block it
In  my old winter coat
The chill was in your note
I squeezed it into trash but couldn’t drop it………..

We must fill

Our short journey

With laughter          

Savor moments

So precious and brief

For time is

A hammering ocean

And life is

A vanishing reef

Let us love

As long as it feels right

Even if it fades

In the morning light

Even if it lasts

Forever and a day

Let us love

Till the new wears away

She brought to mind

The one who loved my Dad

A Guinevere in modern times

And me her Galahad

But that was the illusion

Of a non-mind reading lad

I mistook her pounding heart

That evening in my pad

We watched a film with Richard Gere

The man who drove her mad

When I misread her lust and drool

She slapped this randy lad

He waits in ambush
Down the road of time
Around some bend
Atop some lonesome hill
That black highwayman waits
To do his loathsome task
Inexorably,
The road draws closer
To this abomination
Who waits to pounce
Some tired misfortunate
Whose time runs out
I cannot dodge his keen
And ****** scythe
I'll be tremblin
Perhaps wailing with remorse
On this untimely day
At odds with my demise
For before I go
I hope to frequent
All the taverns
Quaff the potent elixirs
And dance with all
The dark eyed girls I can
To test each proven pleasure
Invent a few myself
Until I know for sure
I've had a chance to taste
The last sweet drop of life
Before that final rasp

That freeway exit sign

Still leads to yesterday

Though it's better not to turn

Temptation has its way


There's our old house still there

I know that back bedroom

In love's finest moments

We helped the baby boom


A new name's on the mailbox

Love died one jobless year

That exit sign still points the way

But you can't get there from here

i passed one who slipped

through the town's safety net

he stood in the drizzle

he might be there yet


the guilt in my heart

is not hard to explain

in god's love no brother

is left in the rain

tonight I started

believing my old lines

like I want you girl

I need you girl

until the end of time

it was different with you

the words were really true

there's nothing like

lying in your arms