Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette.
Tonight, out of the clear blue, I craved a king-size ***--
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
Suddenly, my forehead broke out in tiny beads of sweat.
I sat quietly, staring, thinking about the suffocating drag;
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette.
Years swiftly pass and the mind still cannot forget,
It should be the first to send up the signal, the red flag,
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
I was a teenager when the Marlboro man and I first met
In a hole-in-the-wall café where we teens danced the rag,
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette.
At fifty I gave up smoking when my heart became upset
Over twenty-five years I have not had one, I must not brag,
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
I know I would pass up that cigarette, even if I lost a bet,
Nothing would be worth it; the thought of it makes me gag,
Twenty years have passed since that last cigarette,
The one thing out of everything I know I’d soon regret.
Written April 8, 2021
As a natural born skeptic,
how in the world did they convince you
to fall into a cult religion out of the clear blue?
Looking back, it's now easy to see why,
what it was that attracted you
They promised you a ticket to heaven;
and your present lifestyle you didn't have to give it up,
you could still do any and everything you wanted to do
Proselyte,
new convert
Dark is your light,
holiness you try to pervert
Keep telling yourself this lie ...
that you can live any way you want to,
because it's God's will for us to live free
Your premise is topsy-turvy:
God freed us from sin, so we could live holy
Hearing that you got converted to that cult,
sounded so strange to my ear
You never believed in anything,
a pure nihilist
who always scoffed at what you called religions of fear
Now lookie here, look at you ---
A proselyte,
a child of hell times two
So don't you dare try to persuade me,
I know all the lies on your cult's long list
I suppose you got what you always wanted,
to meet the devil, who you said didn't exist
getting up and getting away
no coin toss or real reason
you have a tasted for some buttercream cake squares
i have a taste for a butterscotch mikshake
afterwards we drive to different areas and check out some houses we saw online
we learn that you do not like modular homes and i am not crazy about well water
you like hardwood floors throughout and i dig wall to wall carpet
we both like turnkey ready and absolutely no exceptions
fixer-uppers are not even close to an option
we then decide out of the clear blue to drive to a particular park
there is a walking track above a hill close to the Heavens where held hands inside my jacket pocket on a very cold winter day
we converse while at the same time take in the moment and the moderate sun
it is then that we (aka SHE) decide to do some "window shopping"
you pull me into your world, and i end up buying some island fresh febreze, some fresh spring waters purex crystals, and a dr. pepper
inside and to myself i just shake my head and wonder where we will be heading to next
with the way our minds work we both never know....and by golly that seems to be the way we like it!
No job
No prospects
No optimism
It took all his energy
Just to fake a smile
Health eroding
At the speed of light
His world grew smaller by the
second
Former small pleasures
Transformed into ambivalence
Blank and numb
He walked blindly
There were no solutions
To any of his problems
And then one day
Out of the clear blue sky
He smiled without effort
I even caught a glimmer
Of a spark in his eye
Life became a little more
pleasant
We all cheered him on silently
Me his number one fan.
As his confidence had
diminished
His gut had grown larger
He wore his belt below it
But his pants always slid down
Far enough to annoy him
Another problem
With no solution
One day, after months
With the spark in his eye
He chose to die
It was a shock because
He'd just discovered
suspenders.
It is in this unfortunate time
Where man has no feeling and
Death has no meaning that
We find ourselves lost and alone
We run headlong into darkness
Hiding from ourselves and what
We perceive, old lies and old lives
For our many sins we must atone
Around in circles we go, in our
Minds and in our lives, all in a day, all in a year
Never really going anywhere
The purpose not at all clear
As we look towards the light, waiting for some answer
Wondering if faith or chance will triumph
All the while in the back of our minds
Who will deliver us from fear
One day in the future, it will come without warning
Out of the clear blue sky, the answer we seek
Will resonate on the wind, giving hope and purpose
To a people in need
From a time where madness used to reign
A new day is borne, out of necessity
And with that day will come peace and understanding
So that we no longer have to bleed
Like a sudden rain storm
Without a way to be warned,
All at once, out of the clear blue,
I stumbled upon you.
It started rather slowly.
But came upon me quickly.
And now, I'm losing grip and...
I'm starting to slip and...
I'm falling, falling, falling so deeply;
I'm falling, falling, falling completely;
I'm falling, falling, falling so in love with you.
Will has said goodbye now.
My defense has lied down.
When you're near, I can't make a sound.
I completely break down.
Like the strongest current,
Powerful and stirring,
With a pull, that takes such a hold;
A strength that will not let go...
I'm falling, falling, falling so deeply;
I'm falling, falling, falling completely;
I'm falling, falling, falling so in love with you.
Though I've tried not to give in,
The strings have begun to wear thin.
My hold has become loose and...
I fear that its no use `cause....
I'm falling, falling, falling so in love with...you.
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