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Not Just Another Country Life

Well I knew God since I was three
Side-line sitter was fine with me
But that’s not where He wanted me to be
So He gave me just another country life

Well, I forgot God
Went my own way
Didn’t think how much I’d pay
The route I traveled was plain to see
It was based on only me
Lost my family
Lost my friends
But that’s not where the story ends
Even my dog, and my girl
They were all gone in a whirl
And the only person left was me
And I’m not very good company
And it’s real hard to be filled with the Spirit
When I’m full of me
I can’t even hear it
So I left God for pain and strife
Just another country life…..

Just another country life
Lose the dog, lose the wife
Lose all you got just for yourself
Live your own little Hell
Never go back, never prayin’
Never admit the Good Lord’s savin’
Spend all I have just on me
Cry some, never being free

Then I changed route…

And I headed back
No more “Me”
Want to be back in God’s company
Want to be filled by the Spirit so sweet
Tellin’ good news gives you beautiful feet
God gave me back my dog and girl
My friends and family around me twirl
No longer gonna live for me
Cause how boring would that be?
I’m fully God’s and His to use
In any way that He’d choose
So full of life and now I’m free
To live more than just another country life

Not just another country life
I found God, love my wife
Give all you got and give yourself
Never gonna go to Hell
Never go back, Always prayin’
Never forget the Good Lord’s savin’
God’s given me eternity
Cry some, now I’m always free

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another attempt at a Country song.... Enjoy!

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Daydream

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My Love

Alone again
Nobody near
Silence
Darkness
Or are my eyes just closed?
Luminous strangeness
Shifting shadows
A world undiscovered
A life not yet lived
A new beginning
My own imagination
A torrent of light and shadow
Existence and demise
Agony and ecstasy
Heat and ice
A look into my heart
What am I?
Light or dark?
I am whichever I feed
I am whoever I want to be
But who is this?
A new picture
Someone else
Someone I love
A beautiful person
A beautiful dream
Then I wake
There she is
Still asleep
And I smile
Thinking about you
And hoping by some slim chance
That you’re thinking of me too.

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Waves

Somewhere between the sand and the sea,
remains your thoughts and a likeness of me,
remembering you renders dreams so deep,
deep enough to make me want to sleep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It means whatever you want it to.

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Death

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Light and Dark

Light turns shadow
Shadow grows darker
Brightness has left from my eyes

Light has left me
Darkness calls me
As I sink into these lies

The world has called me
And I will answer
As I fall into this void

Sleep now takes me
Life has left me
Now I lie dead and cold.

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Sleeping Soul

Summer, Autumn, seasons end,
promises made
in yester year
never die.

Though I be evil
do not remember me
as what I am
only as I was.

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Old Projector

Beneath the pinkened dome of me,
there sat an old projector.
For many days it was unused,
and those days soon became weeks.
From time to time its reels would spin,
only to run dry of film;
leaving it a relic that
had little in the way of purpose.
Then there came a recent night
where flickers came and whisked away
my conscious and unconscious mind,
revealing images of you.
The cradled box had gotten hold
of strands of hair from 'top your head
and fed them through each cylinder.
I reveled in your fairish glow.

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Drug

My mind is awake
it never sleeps
Keeps me awake at night
and in the day, weak

I can't control
where it goes
My morbid thought
only my mind knows

The messed up things
I like to do
I turn my heart off
when I go through

the things I drink
The things I take
the happiness
I try to create

My bleeding nose
My darkened eyes
Hide my apathy
Behind lies

The edge of cliff
way past the line
and no one can save me from me
this time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this last year for a friend of the family. rip.

"Faithful"

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Cobalt storms; not azure skies,
predict changing seasons.
Vague ambiance of lies,
waltz with fated reasons.
So tug upon the corners,
try to veil the smile.
Gather all ye mourners,
weep for her awhile.

He knows that she flows,
rivers channel deep.
But ocean's floor below,
caress his troubled sleep.
Golden pair;wounded dreams,
silently entreat.
Moments slide between the screams,
stranded in the heat.

She can't draw inside the lines,
of howling winds deranged.
And up ahead; ominous signs,
the highway looks so strange.
But he can hold her brave will;
in his hands so tenderly,
not even strong enough to still,
his mind she cannot free.

He is the lust to breathe and fly;
his wings stay unused,
within her voice; an angel's sigh,
but the melody, confused.
When questions birth insanity;
saline begs for more.
But he can only hear and see,
the vision behind the door.

And he will toss; and he will turn,
until his eyes are bright.
But in the loss of orgasmic burn,
the other sighs in the night.
He cannot wait; the world is open,
quiet, he leaves the bed.
Heart is faith; pulse is broken,
but his soul must be fed.

With trembling hands;he gasps to feel,
her curves and body light.
Silken strands and he must kneel;
to deliver here tonight.
He hears soft cries;for all too soon,
the other is in pain.
As his soul dies; behind the moon;
denying need again.

Have you ever had to choose;
one over the other?
And you knew that you would lose,
giving up one lover?
Life is a composition;
he strives to hear the source.
He must create; orchestrate,
passion is the the force.

When you read this piece of art;
you may think me wrong.
But I've heard the rhythm of this young man's heart,
and the music keeps him strong.

As he grows closer to his wife;
it's the stuff dreams are made of.
But from now til the end of of his life;
he's alive in guitar love..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My son, in the Air Force, loves his new wife, but oh my.....that guitar beckons in the moonlight.

Sweet sleep

Sweet it is to
sleep but even
sweeter to
dream.

To drink the
nectar of
forgetfullness.

For all to be
like it once
was.

Sweet poison
of little lies
to cloud the
bitter truth.

Memories of
what never was
awoken for
one night.

Freedom from
the burdens
of life.

Sleep well sweet
child!

Dream of
happiness long
gone.

Hide in darkness
until the dreaded
morning comes.

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