Other Things

The poet in me isn't dead

There's other things to say instead

There's something in it's place

But same old heart, same old face

I had no choice in your adoption

You were the choice and not an option

I know such certainty is strange,

And I meant it when I said "don't change"

Down the line, we're growing strong,

Doing fine, where we belong

Wake Up Call

Fucking cowboy snowplough dude

Three A.M. Is pretty rude

Ripping up and down the lane

Beneath my bedroom where I've lain

In troubled sleep while winter rages

at holiday's end's return to wages

Fucking bourgeois sleeping dead

This'll shake them from their bed

Rev it,shove it, beep reverse

Here's the drill, chapter and verse

I make noise so you can get to work

So suck it up you fucking jerk!

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want

I want to have my freedom 

But i can't

What do you need

What do you need

I want to be free

But i got mouths to feed

Follow your bliss

Follow your kiss

Everybody's always 

Trying to tell me this

I can't do the things today i love

So i try to fit what I love to

Things I have

I'll tell you what I want

I'll tell you what I've got

I want to love you

Every single day

I get to love you

Every single day

I want to write for you 

Every single day

I get to write for you 

(G)Every day

(B)Every day

(Emi) Every Day

(A7) Every day brings me closer

To my (D) bliss

One Day

You Say

One of us will leave

One day and

One of us will grieve

One day

But tomorrow is not ours

To say

So why not live today

As One

Come to me without shame

No barrier between us

Approach me in the night

With your need

I will turn and hold you 

And stroke your nest of hair

The outline of your beauty

So pleases me

I press your soft bosom to 

My hard chest

And feel our hearts

Beating as one

i'm Coming Home

Where can I go?

Where can I hide?

How can I stop

This feeling inside?

If i ever find that place

That I've been looking for

I will leave without a trace 

And lock and bolt the door

Who was I then?

Who am I now?

What was the point

Of making vows?

If I ever make the change

That I've been longing for

It might be strange

To not be here any more

Why not my bliss?

Why not your kiss?

If I leave now,

I won't be missed

I'll be doing what I want

Sleeping in the sun

I'll be doing what I want

And finally having fun

I'm going home

I'm coming home

No more to roam

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

||: Fma7 , Gmi11 , C7 :||

||: Ami, Abdim7 , Gmi7, C7(b9) :||

A place to call mine

Peace of mind

Caché

Poems

Have their

Seasons too

Just because

You haven't

Seen one

Doesn't mean

It isn't there