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I used to think about what life would be like
When I turned twenty-five
Of coarse I mess up, but I'm granted plenty of tries
Tomorrow doesn't matter, for I'm trapped in now
I used to kiss your mother in all places other than her mouth
Not referring to you as a mistake
But now I'm wondering how
I guess the chances I was given, I have taken
And I'll never learn
Now I'm just a father whom can't return
I used to never worry about growing old
I used to say I'd keep my temperature
Even in the blistering cold
Daylight seemed so shady
And I'd shadow every truth my mystery told
Maybe life will turn me into a hardworking man
Stars in the night sky openly stand
Maybe life will lead me to live out my fantasies
I'll be everything, we once as children ran to see
My peers will mourn
For I am now a father whom can't return
I couldn't rehearse a lie
And I couldn't re word a well told story
So I have heard, but what more does life have to offer me
Late at night I witness you lay down and pray for a softer me
What would you prefer to see
I fear that I'll be no better than you were to me
Now I'mma father whom can't return
Form:
Backyard Vacation
(Country, male vocal, speed/tempo in vein of Zac Brown Band's "Knee Deep" w/Jimmy Buffet)
When life’s hurdles got ya goin’
Around in circles without you knowin’
And it seems they’ll never end
I take a walk in my backyard
I like that it’s so large
There I look around and take it all in
Sometimes life feels strained
It shows us joy and sometimes pain
I’m here to tell ya a backyard can explain..
That just for a few minutes
So long as a hammock’s in it
Life’s trials can’t ever beat out a sunny day
I’m lucky got a few nice acres
Trees and a pond from our good lord maker
I’m thinkin’ it’s funny how it got this way
As I take in the view
And tell myself don’t be a fool
This feeling is what you never want to go away
Sometimes life feels strained
It shows us joy and sometimes pain
I’m here to tell ya a backyard can explain..
That just for a few minutes
So long as a hammock is in it
Life’s trials can’t ever beat out a sunny day
The beauty you’ll see offers a hedge
Like a tree’s reflection against the water’s edge
It’s a paintin’ you can see in your mind
It’s all a gift so enjoy the tryin’
Sometimes life feels strained
It shows us joy and sometimes pain
I’m here to tell ya a backyard can explain..
That just for a few minutes
So long as a hammock’s in it
Life’s trials can’t ever beat out a sunny day
Can’t ever beat out a sunny day..
I think I’ll tell you all about,
the things you should not hear.
About the reason for our life,
why your God placed us here.
We’re given life to sample sin
of flesh and mind and soul,
and grab a bit of devilment
to take back to the whole.
For when at last our life is run
we pass to greater things,
and grow our wings and float back up
to where the harpist sings.
To sing a song of harmony
and smile with joy all day.
Oh God, if that’s what heavens about,
that’s not a place I’d stay.
For in heavenly fulfilment
my soul would rot away,
I’d shed my wings and tumble back
.... to live another day.
For life is for the living,
not for dead beats on a cloud.
To be born again is better
than to always wear a shroud.
Join your Godhead if you must,
stay for eternity.
But I’d go back to dwell below,
where life is meant to be.
To share a bit of hell on Earth
and have fun every day,
for living I’ll have a beer to drink
and different tunes to play.
So sing a song of harmony
and joke and laugh and dance .
for when you’re dead it’s possible,
………...you may not get the chance!
Ivor G Davies
Tiny eyelids flutter ...
The orbs beneath, busy with their magical meanderings,
Monochromatic piano keys gently holding up your cherub cheeks.
I wonder, Squeaker, so close to the instrument ...
Do you dream of melody and metre?
Are your tiny legs yet dancing across a whimsical landscape,
Black and white cobbles underfoot -
While marvelous creatures tumble and play for your charms?
Or is it possibility and hope that hammer the strings of your heart?
Oh, my precious and darling little one,
How I pray for your life to be full and fancy!
How I hope that you hear the music of wonder and enchantment ...
The white, shiny tones of joy and love and beauty!
But I wish for you to know the black keys as well,
The sharps and flats of life and love,
The darker and more concerning harmonies ...
Only in moments, but enough so you'll know their importance -
So you'll appreciate the bright melodies all the more,
And learn that it's the balance and delicate interplay of BOTH,
That makes this song, Life, so exquisite - so priceless and amazing!
I wonder, what will your song be, my little one?
What pattern will you follow as you skip atop the keys of life?
Whatever your song, Squeaker, it will be YOURS ...
And it will most certainly be joyous ... and loud!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Tell Me A Story 2" Poetry Contest
Brenda Chiri, Judge & Sponsor.
Come listen to our life story
Suffer for something more important
My plan to strategize
Prepare for a burden
Unless they let us slide
Hard times, you’re at home
But how do you provide
Once more, I find myself asking why
I’m guessing it only rains when the heavens cry
And even though darkness doesn’t seem to fade
We’ve been blessed with something lighter than shade
Dear sister don’t cry
All I see is something heavenly made
My criminal elevation
My peers doom, a similar revelation
A lifetime subtracted from a broken quotation
Who’s gone love me, whether I’m right or wrong
Was I so unright to live a life alone
Write my truest feelings, my deepest thoughts in a song
And I’ve been waiting for days to hear your voice
A decision in my worst ways, it was all my choice
We could never be enemies
For you will always find a friend in me
And that’s all that matters
What remains after our dreams shatter
And even when the nights refuse to fade
We’ve been blessed with some than shade
Dear sister, don’t cry
For all I see is something heavenly made
Bill sweats his life out loading boxes on the dock.
He eats, sleeps and breathes by the ticking of the clock.
Has a dead-end job that can barely make ends meet.
Wonders why the grass is greener across the street.
Chorus:
Some dreams flash across the sky,
in a burning flame of light.
Most dreams fade slowly away,
into the dark of the night
People dream of having fame,
dream of gold and diamond rings.
Some try not to dream because,
they know what broken dreams will bring.
Jane smokes two packs a day, drinks a bottle each night.
Has a tire around her hips, her lid’s not on tight.
She’s given up all hope of finding Mr. Right.
Now she only cries and screams when she dreams at night.
Repeat Chorus:
Some dreams flash across the sky,
in a burning flame of light.
Most dreams fade slowly away,
into the dark of the night
People dream of having fame,
dream of gold and diamond rings.
Some try not to dream because,
they know what broken dreams will bring.
Sue left for the city, had a modeling gig.
She knew she had what it would take to make it big.
Momma prayed for her baby not to come to harm.
They found her today with a needle in her arm.
Repeat Chorus:
Some dreams flash across the sky,
in a burning flame of light.
Most dreams fade slowly away,
into the dark of the night
People dream of having fame,
dream of gold and diamond rings.
Some try not to dream because,
they know what broken dreams will bring.
All things beings sing the song of life
Be it song of joy or one of cries
If I was a fish I would sing still
Using my eyes body liquid lips gills
If I was a snowflake in a globe
I'd sing of never ending snow
If I was a white weed in the yard
I'd sing of beauty just as hard
As a puppy I'd howl a song
And wag my tail all along
As a cup on the table
Song would pour make you stable
As a butterfly in the wind
I'd sing of color and you'd join in
As an old shoe with black soul
I'd sing to you of silver and gold
As a baby not yet able to speak
I'd babble angel songs perfectly
As a silver elder with no teeth
My song would be of wise prophecy
As a blue bird my wing would play
Music on the wind as I chirp away
As a raindrop I'd baptize notes
Singing song of Holy Ghost
Life is a song for all to sing
Let the music start strum heartstrings
it's by the group "Switch"
for memorial service 9/29/10
i'm not worried bout a doggone thing
i'll take anything you bring
although i love the sunshine
i still accept the rain
and when i'm in a lonely mood
and i just can't be with you
i try everything to occupy my mind
but there is no substitute
thinking about all that life would bring
when your not around
i just can't seem to find my way
i dont even know up from down
but sence i've had you in my life
all things can be found
strong and true baby
comming from you
yeah yeah yeah yeah
i don't worry about what the people say
in my life today
although they try to say
your not the one for me
i loved you anyway
their intentions might be cool
and if what they say is true
there is more to you than they can ever know
and they don't even know you
thinking about all that life would be
when your not around
i just can't seem to find my way
i dont even know up from down
but sence i've had you in my life
all things can be found
strong and true baby
comming from you
you, i call your name girl
when ever i am lonely
i call your name
when i'm in the of love
i think of you and it eases the pain
take away the pain
(the morning i was working for some reason i played this song over and over and over
again and again the whole morning. later that after noon i receieved my tragic news
about april. later it came to me that this is the song that she want's me to sing. it truely
is a song about us.)
Form:
I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back in time…
Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime?
I used to travel all around the world.
and I bought my condoms by the case full.
I stored all my cocaine in quart-sized mason jars…
in my yachts, jets, and fancy armored cars.
Man, those were sure some good old glory days.
Before I smoked and drank my dreams away.
When everything I touched turned into solid gold…
Back before the horse took away my soul.
You know that once the devil seals the deal.
There’s no way you can beg, borrow, or steal.
Another second of the fame that you ain’t owed…
No matter how bright the lightning you rode.
Chorus:
When I was on top, man I was the best,
I was so damned far above all the rest.
I’d give my life to have that spotlight once again…
Not outside on this sidewalk begging change.
Standing here playing guitar in the rain.
Your tracks may have faded away with time.
But all those old wounds that you left behind.
Left me with so much more to remember you with…
I can’t say that I thank you for the gift.
I wonder is there nothing left in me.
but the memories of what used to be.
and those sad dreams about how my life could have been…
Knowing I can never go there again.
Now I’m playing these old forgotten songs.
begging change from strangers that come along.
Hoping to get enough to buy a fifth of gin…
I lost my wife, kids, and even my friends.
So heed the words of this broken-down man.
Hold on tight to any dreams that you can.
Because once they're gone, they won’t be back again…
And you’ll find yourself outside, playing guitar in the rain.
(Repeat Chorus)
You know I could have been a rich man,
maybe a Hollywood movie star.
Or rocking out on some spot-lit stage,
singing songs and playing my guitar.
My fans would swoon and beg to touch me,
and they would tell me that I’m just grand.
But because of you, I’m all alone,
too afraid of failure to make a stand.
Chorus:
I don’t want you. I don’t need you,
not gonna stay here and feed you.
Because I have got a new plan,
I’m hiding here inside my sleeve.
Done with doubting and with lying,
with failing at what I’m trying.
I know I can do anything,
as long as I can just believe.
I have decided to move along,
stop lying here curled up on the floor.
Forget the past it can kiss my ass,
I’m gonna toss you right out the door.
Not listening to what you have to say,
you’re always telling me what to do.
Now get out of here and hit the road,
cause you and me are finally through.
Repeat Chorus:
So, if like me, you’ve spent all your life,
trying hard to make your dreams come true
But every time you nearly reached one.
Old Man Doubt took it away from you.
If you’re too afraid to start over,
and don’t know if you can dream again.
Don’t listen to what he has to say,
because Old Man doubt sure ain’t your friend.