Stan the man always had a great plan,
'Til he got snockered while driving his van.
The coppers showed up,
Saw Stan had hit the cup,
And sent him off for a week in the can!
I lost a friend; Jason really loved his gin.
One night while he was on a binge.
He walked off into the deep end,
now no one has ever seen Jason again.
I lost a friend; his life was his duffle sack.
One day he headed to Iraq.
I didn’t know him when he came back,
well I guess Billy’s mind slipped right off its track.
I lost a friend; his name was old Stan the Man.
Spent two tours in Afghanistan.
Survived bullets and scorching heat,
just to come home and get shot down in the street.
I lost a friend; lived in a house on the hill.
Had two kids and a bag of pills.
One day they found her on the floor,
she’s not going to need those pills anymore.
I lost some friends; I only think about them.
Oh, once in a while, now and then.
Don’t want to seem harsh or unkind,
but as they say, they’re out of sight, out of mind.
You know that life is a very fickle thing.
Make the best of what it might bring.
We’re just a bright flash ‘cross the screen,
before we can blink… we’re just a memory.
WHEN YOU VISIT ST. LOUIS, HOME OF THE ARCH.
TAKE TIMEOUT, TO VISIT THE PARK.
THIS IS THE HOME, TO THE GREATEST OF ALL.
STAN "THE MAN" MUSIAL OF CARDINAL BASEBALL.
FOR 22 SEASONS, HE PLAYED A GREAT GAME.
WELL DESERVING, OF THE HALL OF FAME.
BACK IN THE FORTIES, HE MADE HIS DEBUT.
IN HIS FIRST PLATE APPEARANCE, NOBODY KNEW.
WITH A BATTING STANCE, YOU COULD DISPUTE.
LIGHTNING FAST REFLEX, YOU CAN'T REFUTE.
EXCELLENT VISION, TO SEE THE BALL.
WHEN IT CAME TO HITTING, HE COULD DO IT ALL.
WITH HIS FINE BASEBALL SKILLS, THE NUMBERS WOULD COME.
CAREER BATTING AVERAGE OF THREE THIRTY ONE.
THE SEASONS BEST AVERAGE 7 TIMES WON.
I CAN ONLY IMAGINE, HE MUST HAVE HAD FUN.
HE HAD A GREAT SEASON, IN FORTY-THREE.
AS A RESULT, HE WON MVP.
MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT THIS MVP.
HE WOULD HAVE 2 MORE GREAT SEASONS, FOR A TOTAL OF3.
THIRTY SIX HUNDRED THIRTY HITS TO REMEMBER.
20 TIME ALL-STAR AND HALL OF FAME MEMBER.
LET'S NOT FORGET, ABOUT THE LONG BALL.
FOUR-SEVENTY-FIVE, WOULD CLEAR THE WALL.
THE GAME OF BASEBALL, IS A GREAT LOVE FOR ME.
THE GREAT STAN "THE MAN" MUSIAL, PART OF IT'S HISTORY....
The Room of I // You Betrayed ME
So this what you do,
You leave me here alone,
Cage in this castle you decided i wanted your throne,
How many times do i have to tell you wake up,
Under-Stan the man who sees the ways you bring,
I'm not the fear you leave because you couldn't think,
Five years i watch you veer I'm trying,
To steer your life back,
So come on man i can't do this alone,
I'm Perez you are Dan this is the world you design,
I bet you haven't travel the land,
Lost at sea for the fear you think i am,
I roam in these walls telling what i see through your eyes,
I seen the lies your not fine,
Your broken lost in twine with what you see,
I May be your rage you hide for the fear you don't want to show,
Well its a wake up call your not alone I am you in the world you fear to live,
I am the reasons why i try hold the pillars from falling off,
We lost in touch for who we are,
Dan I can't do this man baffled on what happen years ago,
I wonder why we can't be whole,
I am the rage that moves your motive,
On this page you write.
written: 6/2/2015
edit: 10/17/15
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