What if I open a door and let you in?
Show you a world you'd be comfortable in.
What if what you read in those books would come true,
tell  me, what would you do?
Rose petals floating in a bathwater just for you.
Breakfast in bed waiting for you.
Tell me. Tell what would you do?
What if I showd you that a man can do right.
Work hard all day, come home at night.
See the things that you have done.
Pass compliments on each and every  one.
Listen to you as you say your piece.
Want only to hold you in a lovers sleep.
Tell me, tell what would you do?
What if..... what if I show you that all this had been done,
even after all this , I eat at a table for two....but I am only one.

There is a pillow, there on the bed.
The pillow where she used to lay her head.
The pillow we slept, dreamed  and played upon.
The pillow her breakfast in bed was placed on.
That same pillow she held tight.
The one she threw after the fight.
The one I  held after she was gone.
The one I talked to wondering what went wrong.
There is a pillow , there on my bed.
The final witness of the wrong words said.

Words  are so fragile yet powerful once touched,
whispered in the winds, needed oh so much.
Words have launched a thousand ships, spoken by men long gone.
Remembered by all who read, inscripted on granite walls.
Words seem to be unspoken when relationships slip away,
there are so many words to use...yet nothing is left to say.
We stumble on the right words to use when we try to say goodbeye,
yet all that is left to the ears is the lonesome bugle cry.
Poets around the world use words everyday,
one only has to stop and read ,  so much one has to say.
My words are just that, words on a electric page,
words that I hope, record the journey of the day.
Words...... the mind travels as the soul stays  in its safety zone,
listening for a fragile reply.
Waiting, wondering if the  words he wrote had died.

I have seen too much.
Ate too much, drank too much....
danced too much..... crawled,
cried, felt, hurt too much.
I have fought too much
Killed too much. Buried too much.
Had nightmares too much, forgot too much.
Ran, carried, jumped,sled too much.
I have been lonely too much, alone too much...
worked, spent, gave too much.
.............. I have said too much.

I close my eyes.....
see you there...
a touch of white lace.......
long , flowing hair.
I breath in.......
smell the fresh scent.....
ordinary shampoo.......
money well spent.
We move....
experience here......
nice and slow, knowledge, mature.
Each move countered, well received,
the  sheets lift from  a cooling breeze.
I feel.......
moist lips with a gentle part,
not rushing, moving over  selected parts.
I feel......
fingers guided by passion yet under control.
The nights journey is about to unfold.
I hear........
Silence...except your breath,
movement of lace,
the slip of the bedspread.
I sense......
it is my turn to return the pleasure,
to receive is one thing, to give is better.
I close my eyes......... breath in.....
Smile

Take your shoes off,  follow me to my home.
Gonna go down a red clay road,
feel it sqeeze up through your toes.
Not to worry..bucket by the porch to wash them feet.
Come on up here, get out of this heat.
That down yonder, case the need aroused,
that my friend is called an outhouse.
Think I got most of the spiders out there,
won't eat much, don't be scared.
We cleaned up a mess of rabbits yesterday.
Fried them , plenty, you will stay?
Oh, I am sorry, no running water here.
cold water comes up with that well bucket over there.
Now we stay up till a cooling breeze,
them fans will start going, if you feel the need.
Once the morning chores all get done,
we'll take you to the lake and show you some country fun.
Will swing off that rope swing that we got *******,
some folks get real fancy, diving, flipping and such.
Me I'm kind of laid back on that inter tube,
don't need alot of splashing getting into my cold brew.
So take off your shoes, follow me home.
Got good country cooking, second to none.

They laid a few men off at the factory.
Some how that pink slip avoided me.
Later I walked to my truck and closed the door.
I hung my head and thanked the Lord.
I cannot remember how this ship wrecked.
Why I am working now from check to check.
I  cannot look my family in the eyes.
They think  that that every thing is still fine.
I don't ever want a *** of gold.
Just be able to work for the bills I owe.
Have a food enough for my family to eat.
A roof over their head to sleep.
I'll work from sunlight to dark.
Been a working man since I could walk.
Tommorrow I'll go back to that factory.
I quess I'll see if Lady Luck will be riding with me.