Grandpop

                                                                   I am sitting here, writing this,thinking about

                                                                   my grandpop,who died in 1973

                                                                   Most of the time he was a cranky old bastard

                                                                   who wouldn’t give you the time of day

                                                                   But at other times he would tell me stories

                                                                   He told me that when he was young there

                                                                   no cars,that people got around in horse&cart

                                                                   He said that when he worked in the mines,

                                                                   he used to carry around a canary

                                                                   If the canary died you couldn’t go underground

                                                                   He also told me a bit about when he went to war

                                                                  he would tell me a bit and then go quiet,you could

                                                                  tell by his face that he was haunted

                                                                  I think that the war got into his head,he would

                                                                 sometimes drink,and go a little wild

                                                                 He liked his whiskey and roll yer owns

                                                                and the wore a funny hat

                                                                He never smiled,most of the time he was withdrawn

                                                                and sullen

                                                                But get him on a good day,you couldn’t meet a

                                                                better person

                                                                I still think about grandpop,every now and then

                                                                So here I am now writing with paper and pen

                                                               Goodbye Grandpop  

                                                                                 The Devil

                                                            Well I was on my way to heaven

                                                            When I took a bit of a stumble

                                                            I went a little further

                                                           And it turned into a tumble

                                                          The devil said he gave me a push

                                                          He said I was going the wrong way

                                                          I was supposed to go down,not up

                                                         I had done to much wrong

                                                         The devils voice sounds sweet

                                                        When he whispers in your ear

                                                        He will tell you things

                                                        That you think you want to hear

                                                        So I have settled down in hell

                                                       It is getting rather hot

                                                       I will have a red hot barbie

                                                       Then again,maybe not

                                                       The devils voice sounds sweet

                                                       When he whispers in your ear

                                                       He will tell you all the things

                                                       That you think you want to hear

                                                       If you don’t want to meet the devil

                                                       You have to be good to other people

                                                       Love your family&friends,the best you can

                                                       That is all you have to do,

                                                       Just be a good person. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                    

                                                          

                                                                                           Faded

                                                               I am like a curtain,thats been in the sun

                                                                                          Faded

                                                             I am like a sail,thats swinging in the breeze

                                                                                        Faded

                                                            I am like a foot ball player who has to retire

                                                                                       Faded

                                                          I am like a politician who has to resign

                                                                                      Faded

                                                          I am like a gum leaf floating to the ground

                                                                                     Faded

                                                           I don’t to shrink and fade

                                                           I want to stay bright

                                                          You are like you are made

                                                          And you know,thats alright

                                                          So fade,fuck off

    

                                                                                       Don’t You Say

                                                                         If you are leaving,dont slam the door

                                                                         I don’t want to see anymore

                                                                         If you choose to stay

                                                                         Your attitude has got to change

                                                                        So be what may,sometimes you are strange

                                                                         So don’t you dare say that you love me

                                                                         Cause we both know it is just a lie

                                                                         You don’t know what love is

                                                                         I would rather just say good bye

                                                                         What are you waiting for

                                                                         You haven’t gone yet

                                                                         Just take your problems and go

                                                                         I wish we had never met

                                                                         You can do whatever you like

                                                                         So get on your bike,and take a hike.     

                                                                             Make You Mine

                                                               I see you standing on the corner

                                                               Looking all sweet and fine

                                                               With your long hair and big boots

                                                              I want to make you mine

                                                              As I look to where you are standing

                                                              Our eyes meet from across the street

                                                              A knowing glance,is that a sign?

                                                             I want to make you mine

                                                             You tell me your name is Nancy

                                                             Your face made up all fancy

                                                             The sun catches your hair,makes it shine

                                                             I want to make you mine

                                                             I hope like hell that you are single

                                                            And want to go out and mingle

                                                            Lets go and have a good time

                                                           I want to make you mine

                                                           We go out for a dance and some loving

                                                          Things are getting all hot and heavy

                                                          Jesus is this really happening

                                                          Could she really be the one

                                                         She knows a trick or two with her fingers

                                                         As they go exploring

                                                         There is one thing,she is never boring

                                                         So after all the dancing and romancing

                                                         We get along all fine all dandy

                                                         She tastes as sweet as candy

                                                         You know she could be mine                 

                                                                                  Goodbye 27

                                                         We have been going out for a month now

                                                         and I still don’t anything about you

                                                         You have all these little secrets

                                                        you built a wall,that I cant beak through

                                                        You sit there playing with your phone

                                                        oblivious to whats around you

                                                       I ask a question,i get no answer

                                                       You are just a lonesome dancer

                                                       So goodbye 27

                                                       I thought you were an angel from heaven

                                                      but  you are an angel in disquise

                                                      now you are free to see other guys

                                                      I wish you the best on your travels

                                                     but open your mouth and speak

                                                     just find your path and seek

                                                    So goodbye 27

                                                    You are not what im looking for

                                                    your too young,only27

                                                   I need someone older that’s for sure

 

                                                  This poem is dedicated to my good friend

                                                  Clyde Dylan Ybanez

                                                  Thanks for your friendship,support

                                                  and inspiration.  

 

                                                        

                                                                       Aint No Good Luck

                                                       I woke up this morning with the blues

                                                       from my headache to my shoes

                                                       turned on the tv,got the bad morning news

                                                      Plane crash,car smash,train off the rails       

                                                      news reader lookingsmug,tidy and neat

                                                     reading the news from their privliged seat

                                                      Im just a spectator in this thing called life

                                                      got no children,havent got a wife

                                                      If I get up to walk,i would fall down the stairs

                                                      If I get in my car,i would drive off a cliff

                                                      If I took a girl home,my cock wouldn’t get stiff

                                                      You get the picture,just stay in bed

                                                       You cant get in trouble that way

                                                       Unless you piss on your electric blanket

                                                       and become a crispy critter haha         

                                                                   A Little Something

                                                         It seems like pain and sorrow

                                                         follows me around like my shadow

                                                         A knife in the guts,a hole in my soul

                                                        Im standing on the gallows

                                                        Ineed a little something

                                                       to get me through the day

                                                       a pill a beer,i don’t care

                                                      just give me a little something

                                                      Im creeping around,going nowhere

                                                     waiting for a pick me up&go

                                                     I feel the badness everywhere

                                                     It feels like im dying,real slow

                                                    Ineed a little something

                                                    to make the pain go away

                                                    A whiskey,bourbon,maybe some coke

                                                    Something to drink,something to smoke

                                                    You know what I am saying

                                                    You have been down that road yourself

                                                    I am out of my head,dont know whats happening

                                                     Just give me a little something      

                                                                                            Ode To Sue 

                                                   I lost my sister about six months ago,she had the cancer that gets in your bones

                                                   she had just turned fifty when she was taken from this earth

                                                  So I am writing this poem for what its worth

                                                  Sue was my little sister,two years younger then me

                                                 A sweet little sister and now she is free

                                                 She was diagnosed,about six months before it took her

                                                 She gave it a fight with all her might

                                                 But it was a fight she couldn’t win

                                                 She left behind two great kids,and a grandchild,she didn’t get to see

                                                So,it is good bye Sue,I will see you in a little while

                                                When I come up to see you,i will bring a ciggy and a smile

                                               This is the hardest thing that I have ever had to write

                                               I had to put it down on paper,the love I have for my sister

                                               I do now,and always will miss her

                                              My heart is full of sorrow,my eyes bleed tears

                                              That fill the rivers of tomorrow

                                              So I come to the final goodbye,Sue you were the bravest perso

                                              That I have ever known,a free spirit floating everywhere

                                              So Sue go and find Greg{ deceased brother} and you can walk

                                             the path together,whereever it may go

                                             Fly,bye        

                                                                             Little Miss

                                            Little Miss Hurricane

                                            She blew me off my feet

                                           Little Miss Tornado

                                           Sne spun me around,upside down

                                           Little Miss Firecracker

                                           Well she was one hot mama

                                          sparks wrere flying,round&round

                                          Little Miss Dunny Door

                                         Well she banged and banged and banged

                                         Little Miss Hard Hat

                                         She was a tough mother,no nonsense

                                         I was out of my depth

                                         Little Miss Cant Be Wrong

                                         Well you know the one,a pain in the butt

                                         She just couldn’t be wrong

                                        Little Miss Perfect

                                        Well she doesn’t exist