I thought of you just this morn
and my heart ached again.
My soul is so very worn.
I thought of you again this eve
and a smile found my face.
Your spirit will never leave.
I thought of you just this morn
and my heart ached again.
My soul is so very worn.
I thought of you again this eve
and a smile found my face.
Your spirit will never leave.
My heart beating fast
like the nimble hummingbird;
your love is so sweet.
Nature always finds a way
to carry on and stay strong;
even when she’s kicked down
she’s never down for long.
Human nature has a way
of destroying all that’s good
as power, hunger and greed
hold more power than they should.
For those who don’t know, I have been collaborating with a very talented musician and friend, Kristina Looney. The product of these collaborations is pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. Just last week, we took a trip to the recording studio and recorded some of the songs we had finished. By we, I mean I stood outside the recording booth and made funny faces at her while she strummed and sang. We each have crucial roles in this partnership.
While I continue to write sad lyrics and she continues to demand happy tunes to be strummed on her ukulele, it seems that this partnership is the start of something good. So please, LISTEN! And be sure to keep an eye out for more great tunes in the new year.
You can check out our songs here, or on my “Music” page that will be updated as we continue to record! If you really like what you hear, our songs can be downloaded for just $1! Our first CD will be available soon!
This year I will not scratch,
this year I will not bite,
this year I will not meow
and keep my girl up all night.
This year I will be good
and lose that pesky pound
I will not beg for fish
and I will run all around.
This year…
who am I kitten?
I will still scratch
and I will still bite
but I promise only
when you deserve the fight.
And that pesky pound
can stay or go,
but the fish shall stay,
this I know.
The countdown reaches zero
and the fireworks pop
champagne is flowing,
the celebration won’t stop.
Cheers grow silent
all around the room
as kisses are shared
banishing last year’s gloom.
I sit back and observe
knowing this is not for me
and thinking that next to you
is where I’d rather be.
Molding feelings into words
is something I can do
which is why it’s odd
that the way I feel for you
is entirely a mystery
of which I haven’t got a clue.
I remember your strength
in a way everyone could see
and for the longest time
you were who I wanted to be.
I can see your strength now
in a way almost no one can see
and I know without doubt
you’re stronger than I could ever be.
The backbeat calls out,
accentuating your eyes;
music of your soul.
Quill to ink
ink to paper
and repeat
just to meek out
a story from within
dying to escape
and run rampant
on the page
which once ran rampant
in my mind.