Why can't it be.

It was the week of 8/17/2009,
and we were all wanting back our good ol' times,
Back those many years when we were all kids,
Makin up games, an gettin' our kicks.
Life these days seems like livings done,
Giving up what makes us fun.
Well all the adults say it's a part of life,
But I say that's a rotten lie.

We used run around play hide and seek,
We couldn't lift a darn heavy thing,
Used to build forts and eat mac'n'cheese,
Then we'd go outside and climb the trees,
That was back in the good ol' days,
When we didn't have to worry about bills to pay.
Life was simple we had fun livin',
Each new day a surprise we were given.

Chorus
Now why--- can't it be--,
All of that time we felt free--.
Our unexperienced eyes,
were surprised at everything we saw,
We enjoyed the sunsets, and snow falling,
And there was halloween in the fall,
Now why--- can't it be--, back the way it was,
Back when we didn't know anything.

A life worth living (V2)

Show me a world that I can change,
I'll show you a reality untold.
Show me a life that I can raise,
I'll show you a story unfold.
Show me words which were softly spoken,
I'll show you piano notes singing.
Show me mechanical things broken,
I'll show you the potential of thinking.
Show me sunsets and stars bright,
I'll show you a wonderful tonight,
Show me the moons glowing light,
I'll show you dreaming eyes.
Show me a shoulder to cry on,
I'll show you raindrops sigh.
Show me a strong untamed lion,
I'll show you a majestic pride.
And If you see the worlds true joys,
I'll show you a world that's spinning.
And when comes your end of days,
I'll show you a life worth living

I punched 100 billygoats...

You we're sad one day,
So I threatened a billygoat,
You cheered up!
You were sad for a week,
So I puched a billygoat,
You cheered up!
For some damn reason you we're sad again,
So this time I punched 10 billygoats,
And you cheered up!
So tonight when I saw it was a sad day,
I decided to drive it all away, and I punched 100 billygoats!
NOW CHEER UP!
Because next time your sad,
I will punch a 1000 billygoats and they'll get mad,
And I'll get beat up by the 1111 billygoats really bad.

How to Poetry

Scrambling thoughts are good

you let them rattle as they go

then you just pull them out

as they come to you

my movie

I wish that I had some fresh bread rolls and some milk

Cedar Lake Kitchen


I had breakfast there on Sunday

Real Country Breakfast, scrambled eggs biscuits and gravy and bacon


$7.48

plus $2 tip


Kind've expensive but worth it


I miss Cedar Lake


the sunsets and the times I would get dinner at CLK Steak and fries with a pepsi sometimes with friends or with my mom

we would eat and talk about whatever we heard that day, the sky would glow orange and the clouds lit up like fire

the light blue and deep blue skies mixed together so softly the stars would come out the sunset shining of the windows from the car shop on the corner

Oldies music playing from the speakers


we would leave and get in the car and the cool air would reach us and our noses were filled with the smells of freshly cut grass from that day and exhaust

it was my movie

Show me a fire...

Show me a fire blazing in fields,
I'll show you the start of a meadow,
Give me a shirt to cover my back,
I'll thank you for the warmth,
Show me your calloused skin,
I'll be grateful for the work you did,
Take in a stranger cold,
Warm him by the fire and feed him full,
What does it matter that we do this,
Ask yourself, why does the fire burn.

Ode to Pat Jensen

To my friend who met his end,
Six string player
Played his six string well,
Listening to the notes as the fell,
If you ever think the originals were best,
Pat Jensen played his six string,
And His version sounded better than the rest.