What dreams are you entitled to when they say you never were.
If a knowing intuition is surrounding everything that is sure.

A sometime Inquisition is all you have to show.
Between the thoughts of emptiness there are things that you do know.

Believe in me
I’m all that you need
Trust in me
It’s a question not a creed

In the morning of my life I took a peek at the things no longer sure.
If we have any faith at all don’t expect it to be too pure.

At a time of trepidation
At a time of things not sure
At a time of inspiration
There are reasons we are no more

I meant it
No disdain
No absolution
No hate
No forgiveness
Anything, Anyone, Anywhere

Living up to the moment

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It wasn’t spring – but then the springtime never meant too much too her.
She wasn’t ill – but she had a hurt so bad she had to find a cure.

It wasn’t how she wanted it – but too a cross she had been nailed.
That blonde hair blue eyed lady chasing Canterbury tales.

It wasn’t much – but then she always had to take what she could find.
It never lasts – it’s held at bay by the shadows in her mind.

She never saw the truth so she guessed that she had failed.
That blonde haired blue eyed lady chasing Canterbury tales.

She sang her song – a tune so loud it knocks you right off of your feet.
She sings it wrong – she lets you know that she has gone down in defeat.

How did she ever get that wild wind in her sails
That blonde hair blue eyed lady chasing Canterbury. Tales.

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Woman put your dress on, you’re not fooling anyone.
Get your act together, you’re starting to come undone.
Lay it on the line babe, what you’re thinking of.
We were having fun, til you claimed we were in love.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should’ve been stronger!

Well I told you not to worry, everything finds a way.
Hell I never knew you’d use those words on me one day
Halfway home from nowhere, is where I’ll always be.
Don’t think you can come with me, cause there’s nothing there to see.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should’ve been stronger!
I spent all my life trying to do what they thought I could do.
And in the end there was no one, left for me to keep talking too
But I laid the cards down flat and said well we’re threw.
But the thief stole the bunch, my God it’s was past curfew.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should have been stronger!

Tell me if you are out of the game.
Tell me cause no one else is left to blame.
Tell me cause I’m trying to ride on my fame.
What started out real, ended up lame.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should’ve been stronger!

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I got up today,
had little to say!

It’s just shoes in the litter box,
I think, there for, I am
But, just shoes in the litter box!

Had a smile in my hand,
did not quite understand!

I felt a heart felt mind,
we always lend a hand.

It’s just shoes in the litter box,
I think, there for, I am
But, just shoes in the litter box!

Hey, are shoes in the litter box?
I guess we’ll never know!

But, take just half a breath,
then it’s stay or go!

It’s just shoes in the litter box
I think, there for, I am
But, just shoes in the litter box

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SCOTTY TOWN

Posted: 12/06/2013 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry

Hey, how you doing?
Been thru a lot I can see.
But hey, how you been doing?
Just trying to be friends, you and me.

Maybe your just doing.
I see nothing that you can’t see.
So hey, what’s been brewing?
All things will come to both you and me.

Days go, and we go through them.
Let’s look up so that way we can see the trees.
Forest, what you doing there?
Are there many places that we can be.

Well then, that’s amusing!
Saw the forest and forgot the trees.
Times are fleeting and hearts are still beating.
I looked to the forest and all I saw was the trees.

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PEOPLE

Posted: 12/06/2013 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry

Winner and loosers.
Players and choosers.
People with things on their minds.

Good friends and lovers.
Sister and brothers.
People who can’t find the time.

Story book writers.
Peaceful and fighters.
People to show you the way.

Shouters and screamers.
Drifters and dreamers.
People with nothing to say.

Father and mothers.
Us and them others.
Distinctions that we all make.

Doers and seekers.
Captives and fre-ers.
They bend but they don’t break.

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PARTING

Posted: 12/06/2013 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry

Be on your way.
Go on and have your day.
I’ve got nothing more to say.
We never got it together anyway!

Monday morning always treated you fine.
Friday night you never had the time.
It never mattered what was yours or mine.
Too bad we got our signals crossed!

Halftime breaks came much too soon.
Single beds never had the room.
We sang while the flowers were in bloom.
And cried when (all) the flowers died!

Late night talks to ease the pain.
Midnight walks to catch the rain.
Summertime always seems the same.
But we can never go back again!

Teatime movies and horror shows.
Matinee lunches in the second row.
We take a break but the story (still) goes.
How come all the heroes die!

The days grew old and nighttime came.
Kiss it goodbye from the passing lane.
It’s hard to figure out who to blame.
Just let it all be swept away!

Now the lady, well she lost her way.
And the lady didn’t know what to say.
Watched the daylight (slowly) slip away.
And the night turned to another day.

–and her life was just like a river bending.
Moved from fragile begging to a peaceful ending.

Well the young man, took it as it came.
And the young man didn’t know who to blame.
All the days and nights seem to end the same.
He knew that one day, he would end up alone!

–but he waited for that day silently pretending.
–that this troubled start would have a peaceful ending.

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