It’s so crazy, right?

Illin’

What is illin” me

Is that my feet are killing me

Blisters sore as hell

Oh how in this pain i want to dwell

I was only going for a walk

No ill intentions to stalk

So why oh why me

Cant you see

How big these blister be?

Good service is hard to find

Good service is hard to find

When hungry and trying to find

A quick fix, not necessary one of a kind

With money in your hand

Waving there where you stand

Alas unsatisfied you were destined

Because all the waiters had left

Even if you had paid a thousand

There still was no service in this lousy

Establishment which promised plenty

Now just exit to the left gently

And hope the hell the store is still open

Or else the rage there is no stopping

It’s just Me and My Shadow?

“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English”


It was nineteen eighty-five
When I hitched a ride
Ever since that time
We have been tied
Like sugar and spice
Abbott and Costello
And what have you
I am still quite amazed
And feeling totally graced
That someone would stare at my face
For forty plus odd years straight

So thanks for all this time, sweetheart
Lets try to make it to the next part
And add another thirty to the cart
After all the most important thing
Which makes you want to sing
It’s good to have that one person
Who will support you without a reason

No matter how serious
Or delirious
Life gets
I will bet
You will still be the one
Who I can rely on
To go absolutely
And completely
Bonkers with
Ain’t that a hit!

Wishing a Happy Anniversary to Us both!!!

Dr Jekyll and Mrs Hide

Dr Jekyll and Mrs Hide

Smiling, dancing, happy
Angry, growling, crappy

I want to embrace the world
World: you know where you can be hurled!

I am up
I am down
Smiling
Then a frown
Calm
Then a whirlwind
With a halo
Then some sin

The light side of me
Clashes
With the darkest me

First off, Dr Jekyll
Then, Mrs Hide
Nothing to be done
Only option, 
To smile

Crazy?

Crazy?

Call me crazy

Call me insane

Call me anything

But i will not explain

I am me

I am myself

I am it all

And everyone else

Tell me you hate me

Tell me you’ll kill me

I will laugh

I will not run

Couch Potato

Couch Potato

Ouch!

As I was sitting on the couch

Dumbfound as I was

Watching the flicker of the screen

Images, sounds

All of it i had already seen

Too lazy to move a muscle

It seemed a waste of energy

And maybe some channel trickery

After all, the same old repeating

So whom was i kidding

I knew all the lines by heart

Even that one commercial supposedly smart

So why do I keep watching then

When i could be doing the zen?

I, am the ultimate

Couch potato!

Chillin’


“Some slang?” Gun Roswell

On this particular trip

I really wanted to ’trip’

To see all the great sights

Since I landed from the flight

But now its cold and dreary

Would not want to go near the rain

Just hang out in my room

Sip some wine to get rid of the gloom

So why not just get chillin’

That ain’t to be illin’

If one day I do rest

I can do more on the next

Trip to this very place

Heck everything always stays

The same

Cant touch this

“Something about buttons?” Gun Roswell

The button, with a stop sign

Cant touch this

The red dress, with pearls

Cant wear it

The chocolate cake in the freezer

Cant eat it

No, no, no,

Access denied

Danger,

Do not walk

Feel the negative

Feel the denial

Hell

I will do them all!