He sings of phones and traveling,
a voice of loneliness and blues.
He sings and wishes desperately,
that he could be with you.

Those bars and stages all lit up,
still don't let you see,
the words he sings, in baritone,
he didn't get them free.

He's paid for each and every line,
with an aching, torn up heart.
He thought he wanted freedom,
he let his marriage fall apart.

Somewhere deep in Texas,
he let her get away.
She left without a word,
there was nothing more to say.

As her voice rose to the stars
and filled my waiting ears
raw emotion took me places
I hadn't been in years

Back to days of happy times
when my heart was whole
unhurt by shattered dreams
built with another soul

I cried for all the times
I left her all alone
waiting through the night
beside a silent phone

The blue roughness of her voice
spoke of promises unkept
and as she sang of love
I hung my head and wept

I named him Jet.
My favourite pet,
The only pet I ever owned,
Dad found him wandering in a field,
Picked him up and brought him home;
We were friend and playmates for
Oh! I don't know how long
Till the day he decided to leave;
One morning he was there, by evening, gone,
No clue as to where he may be;
I hunted for days, in hedgerows and fields
but I never saw him again;
I hope he was happy, maybe found a mate
To sire more of the tortoise strain.

Aviana, a ray of sunshine
with precious eyes of blue
A beautiful little baby,
fresh as morning dew

She lit the room with her smile
she served joy to every bowl
Her family saw the stars in her
this little beautiful soul...

Daddy was the king of her castle
he made her world so bright
He made sure that he was home
to tuck her in each night

Her brothers' eyes upon her
not playing at protection
they loved to help her play
showered her with affection

The sun appears huge, sets on the distant Pacific horizon.
Paints the sky with fiery hues, a mixture of burning passion.
A surge of emotion comes, mother nature draws a breath.
As light slowly turns to dark there are whispers, goodbye my love, I shall return for you,
I am the unwavering faith, your ever-present universe.

For eons I've protected you
nurtured, fed, given all;
My undivided loyalty was yours,
how have you repaid?.

Once, long ago I had your respect
you took what you needed, no more,
no less.
You thanked me and praised me.

But now, and I know not why,
through stupidity, avarice or both
you have taken advantage.
For affluence, prestige, luxury,

You have ravaged and raped me.
Your mother;
no respect,
no thought.

Touch me, caress me Dark Angel
Let me feel your soft flesh close to mine,
For eons have you taunted and teased me
I feel now that this is my time.

Come closer Dark Angel come closer
Too long have you stood far away,
Draw near let me free your wild passion
As to my commands you obey.

Your furnace red hair almost burning;
Your raven black eyes all aglow;
Your proud breasts lifted and pointing;
Let me free them from your tight robes.

I have a little book, it's blue,
In fairly good condition.
Published 1863,
The 34th Edition.

This pocket book of which I speak
Cost one and ninepence new.
A goodly sum in days of old
Could buy much bread and brew.

I try to learn much as I can
With exercises plenty,
Till page 73 my brain implodes
With recapitulatories many.

Etymology and Syntax
Plus six kinds of moods,
Indicative, Subjunctive,
Potential is there too.

Don't cry to me,
when she breaks your heart.
Don't cry to me,
you were told from the start.

Your self-serving prophecy,
for a down payment,
a disgusting choice,
"what she can do for me!"

You can't call something trash,
pull it from the can,
and by some miraculous flash,
expect it to act any other way.

Don't call me,
when it's over.
I could care less.
Don't call me, ever.

We both know your nothing but a lie.

King Charles the first
Was considered the worst
So they cut off his head
Till he was dead.