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Between the Lines

Between the lines,  is where you want to read, 
that’s where people hurt and smile, laugh and bleed
between the lines they’ll always tell you what they really want and  need,
where words aren't just something to fill the page, 
simply drifting thoughts setting the stage, 
entertaining our over worked minds, 
when we read between the lines, where  we can see a heart unfold, 
where sometimes it seems kinda dark and cold,  
where words can express our hope, or share a bright future being told, 
between the lines can say all we truly feel about things like growing old, 
between the lines, is like looking into a mirror, and seeing things a bit more clear, 
between the lines, where tears will  flow, 
hiding the sadness we refuse to let show,
where we can truly see a souls warmth and glow,
where words so proudly let others know, 
all we hold onto and all we let go, 
while between the lines, we shout it out,
all we love and all we are truly about,  
so the next time you read a note, a book or just a letter,
try reading between the lines, you might just understand things a little bit better

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The Last Storm

From stern to bow she’s strong, she’ll stand the storm, 
she’ll take it’s brutal pounding all night long,
and when the dawn comes shining thru, we’ll cast her sails,
and head her into December’s frigid wicked gail's,  
as the winds moans and wails, she’ll show us, what she can do, 
with every man jack that dare to come along, by the sweat of his braw, 
and a back that’s made strong, whisperin a prayer, for forgiveness, 
as the wild winds through the long night blew,
and swore if he made it ashore, dear lord, he’d give his life over to you, 
but those of us who ride the waves in all of their rage, we’ll ride em to glory, 
this is a story foreknew, for once long ago, we made the same vow too,
but we’d rather die on the winds that whip up the sea, 
with hearts and spirits that will always blow with the storm wild and free,
rather than live trapped in societies cage, that’s how we reasoned, 
those of us, now hard, and the sea has made seasoned,  just a chosen few,
that know, if we let her go, and turn her into the howling north wind, 
she’ll come around and crack like a whip, when we trim her quick over, 
she’ll cut deep and run true, cuz this storm is just startin to brew, 
as into it’s icy heart, the sculls and cross bones we flew,
and as sure as your born, every lovers been sworn, 
to pay all that in the end, will come due,
every man shaking and shivering down to his bones, 
down on his knees steady praying, 
as we run her steady ahead,full sail straight into a forty foot swell, 
listening to a whisper in his ear, when all he can hear, 
is Davy Jones saying lads, welcome to hell

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Just Friends

ya know when you think you have a friend, 
but it’s just someone who uses you over and over again and again,
because you believe there friendship is true, 
and each time you just let them back in, 
knowing, all the things that they’ll do, 
because you truly care, so when they need you your always right there, 
maybe i’m just not that smart, i struggle, 
dealing with issues that come from the heart, 
so i can’t see their deceit, so each time,
 i get blown away and knocked off my feet, 
 each time they leave i tell myself this times the last, 
and i start to grieve and try to remember 
all the bad things they've done in the past,
the ways that they’ve hurt me, 
and all the times they've chose to desert me,
i begin to think what did i do wrong, 
but all i did was welcome them in 
and make them feel like right here is where they belong,
i open my home and my heart, i continue sharing
believing there really not so cold and uncaring, 
but they just take all i offer and move on, 
with out a thank you or a wave saying so long,
i guess i’m just a sucker for pain, 
always sharing my love in vane, 
but i’ll always have a place for even the worst in my heart,
and i’ll always miss them each time we part

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Winging It

I gotta start something new, a new chapter, leave behind the old, 
I’m tired, worn out, I’m feeling like Ive been left out in the cold, 
I don’t have a plan, this time I’m gonna wing it, throw it out and sling it, 
see who will understand, who will even care, that I’m losing grip and slipping,
I’m tired of falling down and tripping, being torn apart, 
and feeling like my seams are always ripping, 
so I’m leaving for a while, no one will miss me, no one will notice that I’m gone,
no one will say good bye, when I start moving on, but it really doesn't matter, 
it’s time to switch the batter, let em take a swing, move me to the second string,
Ive hit a few, and you can bet Ive missed some too, 
but Ive always done the best, that i could do, 
and now it’s time for something new, 
I’ll go see whats waiting for me,  down the road a mile or two, 
I’ll just keep looking until I find, a little peace of mind,  
and a part of me that’s stayed true, and I’ll rest my weary bones,
somewhere underneath a big old sky,  filled with deeper shades of blue.

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Another Hard Ride

know this,  if your feeling tired and cold, worn down and strung out from the road,
just remember i’ll be right here, helpin ya carry the load, 
and if your just looking for the end of the line, 
but you just keep falling further behind,
 and your out here looking for something your not sure you’ll ever be able to find, 
running from memories like ghosts, now haunting your mind, 
i’ll be right here by your side, looking out, watching your blind,
so if your feeling like you won’t make it thru,
i’ll stay with ya, to make sure that you do,
cuz i been down the same road once or twice too, and i know where it ends, 
so i know you’ll be needing the love of some  friends, 
it might take some time, til your heart heals and mends
and you’ll have to go through some dangerous curves and perilous bends, 
but don’t get detoured, hold to your course being confident and assured, 
that soon your voice will finally be heard, your cause justified, 
let go of the pain down deep inside, 
so your thoughts will feel the ease of being satisfied 
when you can see the reason for the tears that you’ve cried, 
i’ll do my best to get you thru this hard test and stay by your side, 
cuz for you and i, this ain’t  nothin,   just one more hard ride

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Lifers

My old friend called today,

30 years now he's been away.

jus said hello n he is well n fine.

n through the years,our friendship,

he's kept,in his heart,n alive in his mind.

recalling the days we ran hard,wild, n fast,

knowin we goin down young,our lives won't last,

jus takin it all,sufferin some painful bruises,

adventures price.for the risks we took,

jus kept shootin them dice, always off the hook,

never thinkin bout things twice,

cuz ain't nothin matters,we was always thinkin,

so belly up to the bar,n we jus keep on drinkin

for us,no one cares, no, ain't even one who dares,

as my ol friend,expressed he,s missed me,

n  i've remained,in treasured thought n caring prayers,

seems,he's one of those precious friends.

got loyalty n love,thats reai,cuz it jus never ends.

i was thinkin of a night, a man,wanted me dead,

but he,knocked me down,n took that bullet instead,

ya know,my friend,is what he chose to be.

never asked or expected,a dam thing,from me.

i guess, we ran hard, wild, n fast, i jus couldn't see then,

we were not, so care free, tears now begin filling my eyes,

thinking hard n slowly starting to realize,

my friend, is who he freely chose to be.

n this man still means the world to me,

seems so dam real to me now, yes life is so short,

n so many years my friend and bro have spent apart,

yet always bound by brotherhood n friendship,

within my friends mind,n some special place, deep in his heart

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Our Journey

How did you know for this place I was bound
did you know how I longed to be found
are you here to hide me inside,in a place safe and warm
sheltering me from the rage of this storm
was it destiny for our paths to be crossed, 
two hearts broken forgotten abandoned and lost, 
are we here seeking something we hold within
seeking the courage, to love once again
were we brought here seeking our long journeys end
searching for the strength and finding a friend
knowing only time can cause our hearts to heal and mend
still choosing to close our eyes and pretend
as we can both plainly see i came here seeking you
and you came to this place seeking me 
we came to find a lover, then finding each other
rekindling our hope in this place our journey together might begin
longing for a lover and becoming a friend 
never found in all the lonely places we've been
searching for a reason to live our dreams from the start, 
seeking our destiny, already written, 
longing desires that tore us apart
within the love now shared inside each others heart
were we brought here for lace and leather
and in this place have we found, 
our journey has just begun, 
forever more, two hearts will be bound together as one




                                                                                                                                       






































































































































































































































hope in this place our journey together might begin
longing for a lover and becoming a friend 
we've never found in all the lonely places we've already been
have we traveled here reaching for hope, 
to find a reason to live our dreams from the start, 
understanding our destiny lies 
within the love now shared in each others heart
were we brought here together,
in this place have we found, 
our journey has only just begun, 
forever more, two hearts will be bound to become one

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Portraits

I guess sometimes I write, just to get through the long empty night,
when the loneliness comes to settle in, and it feels like a dear old friend, 
so to escape it’s gnawing grip , I pick up a pen and I take a trip ,
down memory lane,  where i am cleansed by a warm summer rain,
back to all the wonderful places, filled with friends and familiar old faces
I fall asleep my eyes filled with tears, no dreams drift thru my mind,
only thoughts of all the days now left so far behind, how I ended up here all alone,
walking through this life on my own, after all the people Ive known, 
realizing now,  how far apart we've grown, where have all the years gone, 
where are the nights filled with stars we once wished upon, 
accepting the truth, when long ago I said goodbye to my youth, 
good bye to the days, when I only thought in child like ways, 
my mind was care free, with a big world waiting out there for me,
what did I find, on an adventure into a future already designed, 
i found  all those wonderful things that only become memories, 
for the long empty nights, vivid portraits of time, pieces of life, now left behind

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No Place Like a Place Called Home

I jus thought i'd sit n write,a song,or maybe a poem,

maybe bout a place,some folks call home,

ya know i ain't got much to say bout that,

cuz it's been a while,since i had a place to hang up my hat,

except an ol rusty nail,thats been banged in an ol tree,

not far off the road,reckin it's as close to home,as i'll ever be,

so how will i find the words,reckin i'll jus have to go from the things that i've heard,

from fella's i meet every now n then,seems they are always headed back home again,

i jus don't know,why they ever wanted to leave,if it's all they say,

i can plainly see they truly believe,as they turn away,so i won't see em cry,as they grieve,

n ya know it kinda makes me mad,that somethin they tell me is so nice,

can make a fella so sad,n still say,they love n miss it,so dam bad, 

i guess to me it jus seems,a picture,that is jus passin thru in my dreams,

i always thought,homes,were jus places,full of things,that jus gather dust,

where ya spent all day,paintin things so they wouldn't rust,

so i reckin im glad,the road,is the place for me,

jus so many things,out here, for me to see,n i don't like being,where i already been,

i like feelin free,n blowin along with the wind,n jus knowin that where ever i roam,

i can always choose,to let my heart,feel like im home

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Loves End

When my words of love fall on deaf ears, 
when all that return, are kringe’s and sneers, 
when it’s I that has failed, now alone, 
wishing I’d kept such feelings veiled, 
is it I, that will remain on my own, 
is it my heart, that must turn into stone,
has loves perfection, pressed me hard, 
with only the bitter taste of rejection,
once more leaving me scarred
has it worn me down to the bone, 
only I on a lonely wind, will forever be blown, 
is there not even one, to be found, 
into the emptiness of my tomb, will I forever be bound,
whom shall I ever know, never touching a souls fire, 
quenching this deep longing desire ,
drawing near passions warmth and it’s glow, 
never finding tenderness of mercies I  hold onto so closely below, 
is it just I that feels the pain,  that I refuse to let show, 
is it only my heart, that is destined, to be broken apart,
why then do I cry, again and again,
when in the night, the loneliness comes to settle back in, 
do I welcome it, like an old friend,
knowing my heart, will never heal and mend,
as once more into my lonely tomb I descend, 
surrounded by hollow walls of my empty room, 
where I can no longer pretend, 
on love I will ever depend, on it’s wing I will ever ascend, 
my tears, love shall never attend, 
with the emptiness of my life, I’ve been left to contend,
 another empty night alone, will I have to spend,
only being blown on a lonesome cold wind, 
hoping my lonely journey,  will soon reach it’s end