School bells ring; change from class to class No one knew that it would be the last Bloody backpacks, strewed on the floor Unprepared, as the gunman entered the door.
I still feel like a bear slowly coming out of hybernation.
Oh, the heat we have in Texas makes a cat meow It burns the paws of doggies and tans the hides of cows The tar it gets so hot, that when you cross the street Make sure to wear your shoes or burn the bottoms of your feet.
My Hope: We must stop the internal fighting and put that energy towards solutions. We are suffocating ourselves with anger and compliancy. Let us focus upon what we have in common, not our differences. My Prayer for the world... May we aspire to the greatness of our collective souls.
I know a little thing; it’s how to play the guitar Sometimes it takes me little, sometimes it takes me far I’m as good as some, not as good as most I love that I can play it, but do not like to boast.
I was sitting so comfortably in my chair When on my face, I found a stray hair Where did it come from? How long was it there? I jumped straight up from my comfortable chair.
My social media suffers a lot Too many irons in more than one pot A potential gig wants to see my fans Hopping from the fire to the frying pan.
A concrete world, neon flashing lights, Deep fried dainties on a Saturday night.
As the bullies shadow fell again and again The boy tried, ducked, weaved, eyes darting Surely someone would step in and help him But all that was done, was tossed to him As he fell, astonished and defeated to the ground.
I’m good when the scale doesn’t go very high But when it does, sometimes, I cry The older I get, the harder it seems To reach the magical weight of my self limiting dreams.