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An Affair of the Heart

when it comes to matters concerning the heart
my head doesn't seem to be very smart.
i never look before i leap,
the wrong way down a one-way street.
it seems i've really got a knack 
for picking mr. wrong.
i'll find the asshole in the crowd
it doesn't take me long.
he's the hot shot in the cowboy hat,
the one with snakeskin boots.
or the biker in the leather jacket,
he looks kind of cute.
the asshole with the attitude,
that's the guy i like.
he can have my gratitude
if he'll get me through the night.

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Pisces

by nature i'm a dreamer,
the stars have deemed it so.
the mysterious fish of the zodiac,
content to go with the flow.
ruled by the shadows of neptune
and basking in it's beauty,
ever-changing and rearranging
the enigmatic pisces.
prone to drug addiction
and alcohol abuse,
it appears that i should be more careful
whose company i choose.
a people pleaser by my nature,
the ever-gracious host.
a magnet for losers,leeches,bums
and other unsavory folks.
blessed with certain talents
and psychic abilities,
i've been rumoured to have taken leave
of my sensibilities.
living in a dream world,
bordering unrealistic,
often times delusional
and something of a misfit.
still i keep on swimming,
floating where i may.
fighting in a losing battle
upstream all the way.

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The Law of the Land

 The Good Book says we must oblige,
By the Law of the Land we must abide.
And you know I'm trying to do my best,
I gave up the powder and the pills and the rest.
I traded my barstool for this old recliner
And I don't mean to be such a whiner
But please don't take my bud.
I gave up the whiskey, the beer and the gin,
Stopped paying the price for the wages of sin.
I quit running down the road in the middle of the night,
I'm not looking for trouble and I don't want to fight,
So please don't take my bud.
The Indians really had it going on
As they sat by the fire and passed 'round the bong.
The magic of the peyote button
Cannot be dismissed as merely nothing.
It's Nature's finest remedy
For whatever ails your sanity.
So please don't take my bud.
Don't take away my meager stash,
'Cause I'm getting pretty short on cash
And my dealer won't front me anymore
Until I lay some greenbacks at his door.
So don't you touch that bud!

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To My Loved Ones

 Light as a feather
Free as a bird,
Untethered.
My soul takes flight
Bound for I know not where,
Yet I know that I must go.
Like those who have passed before me,
Now it is my time.
It is with mixed emotions that I leave
This world, my family and my friends.
Then wings of faith embrace me
And I feel my spirit soar.
The angels envelope me
In a welcoming embrace,
My dear old friends surround me.
I have reached my destination.
And so, my loved ones,
Smile through your tears
In fond remembrance of lives shared.
And when it is your time to pass
And you must begin your journey alone,
My hand will be the one
Reaching out to guide you on your journey home.

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Non-Compliance

As adults, we have a sovereign right
To life and liberty.
Pursuent to every manner and fashion
Of that which makes us happy.
The ecstacy of intoxication
Is a fundamental right.
The euphoria of opium,
Every poets delight.
Intoxicants have been used by man
Since Time Immemorial.
Drugs have become ubiquitous,
Commonplace and affordable.
Why then, has dear old Uncle Sam
Deemed them illegal and immoral?

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Forget Me Not

How does one say good-bye to friends you have loved?
For you have loved them for such a long time.
Do you see, my friend, that I cannot say good-bye, only hello
For I shall see you again, in time.
It could be only a day or it may be many times fold.
Good-byes I shall not say!
Think of you I shall, so to never be alone.
Memories become my company when I miss you
For I am not gone!
Close to you, I will always be, as you for me.
Once, I gave you support when needed.
Hold onto this, for I shall always cherish those times.
For you were also there for me.
Do not look behind yourself or up ahead in front.
I shall be walking beside you, thinking of times we shared.
To say good-bye, I think not!
Good-bye is forever and that will not do.
As long as there are memories of a day when we became friends
There will never be a good-bye.

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A Piece of Heaven

 Someday soon, you'll be able to
Pick up the pieces and get on
With the rest of your life.
Relinquish some of those old ghosts
That still haunt you in the night.
You can pick up just where you left off
So many years ago.
Tend your little garden well
So it has room to grow.
Fence your piece of Heaven in
To keep it safe from harm
And hungry eyes.
Set traps for the rats
Who'll try to steal your garden
With their lies.
Guard it well and keep it clean.
Let the sunshine in.
Always new and ever-green,
And don't forget your friends.