Freckles

Freckles

Who told you that you weren’t pretty

That your skin had to be completely flawless

You have so much unique about you

The freckles you have are you

No matter what they say

There is something special about you

An inner and outer beauty that everyone sees

So, the makeup they sell you only hides you

And you really have no reason to hide

Every freckle you have is the touch of an angel

A sign that Heaven has blessed you

And it was given at the second of your creation

So, wear your “imperfections” with pride

Because that is the way God wanted you to be

The American DJ

The American DJ

A lifetime ago

We had friends all night long

Living all over the AM dial

They played all music

Anything we wanted

All we had to do was call

Free concert tickets

Cheap little prizes

Or maybe some spending cash

We never slept

Especially on the weekends

We listened all night long

Calling in to win

Or maybe just to talk

They were always willing to listen

Then they all just vanished

Became extinct like the dinosaurs

But, the American DJ will be missed

Even if no one is old enough to remember them

Moonshine Thursday

Moonshine Thursday

Thursday night with nothing to do

It’s a long weekend

And the fridge is empty

But, I know a place

Down at the end of Sycamore Road

A still hidden in the back

And Mason Jars full of moonshine

The people there are just like me

Sad, lonely and just a little bit crazy

But, they all love to drink and have fun

And that is what I need right now

So, after an hour of backyard banjo

And at least a gallon of shine

The empty fridge and my empty belly is a memory

And that fat girl at the corner table

In the halter top and cut off jeans is looking good

Well, she is looking mighty good

Another gallon of drink

I’’ll take her home for the night

I know I will wake up wondering what I have done

And who she is

But, after another drink or two or three

This Friday won't look so bad

Except for my broken fridge and the naked girl in my bed

They may make me stop drinking

I Will Remember You

I Will Remember You

R.e. Taylor

I do not know if I am going to die

And I don’t know the date and time

I do not care where my soul ends up

There will be so many people I will miss

Some more than others

Just know, whether I miss you or not

Whether I loved you or not

I will always remember you

Colours

Colours

I can see so many colours

Nature has created so many

Man has made so many more

Some are blindingly beautiful

They are the ones everyone sees

Other ate dull and hardly ever seen

Still, they are all there

They make us who we are

They make us create

And see what others may not

Maybe turn the world better

However, there are others

Colours which should be forgotten

Brown, red, yellow, brown, and white

They are used to create hatred

But look behind what you see

Get to know the person, not the colour

They may be more like you than you think

And you both may be the better for it

Bush Party

Bush Party

Let the Sun go down

Let the full moon rise

Light the fire

And tap the keg

Old John can play

Bringing his guitar to life

Let's all sing our favourite songs

And dance until we fall

The are no rules

Except to celebrate living

The time has come

Light the world

Come together

And be as one

Tonight is the night

Let's have a bush party

A once in a life event

That we have all of the time

If it is as good as we hope

No one will remember a thing

But we will all wait another month

When the Sun has set

And the full moon has risen

When we do it all again

A Voice For Safety

A Voice For Safety

A new world is here

Not the Utopia dreamed of

Fear and anger fill the streets

And people have nowhere to turn

Schools, stores and concerts are not safe

Hundreds are gunned down

Walking on the street can be a death sentence

If some lunatic decides he is having a bad day

Police and government are useless

Powerless to help

This world needs a single person

One to stand up and say enough is enough

There will be no killing today

No one will be harmed today

Then, with their voice

People will stop their hate speech

And we may be able to survive

At least for another day

Weekend At The Beach

Weekend At The Beach

She dreams of Friday

The work week behind her

Getting yelled at

Never getting everything done

Always being watched

The moment she clocks out

Her life changes

The beach calls with its warm Sun

The coolness of the soft breezes

And the smell of the salt water

It is so close that she feels its spray

For three days she does nothing but relax

Closing her eyes, she goes to another world

A world with no bosses and no deadlines

She just lives in every moment

And she prays that they would never end

But that will never happen

Real life knows where to find her

And it knows that she will be back on Monday

At least for the five days before the ocean calls

And the other world once again becomes reality

Hey Gravedigger

Hey Gravedigger

Hey there gravedigger

I know you are waiting for me

The hole you dug is deep

And the ground is dark and cold

I am not ready yet

But fate says I have to go

They will place a rope around my neck

Someone will say a few words

And they will take my life

I only ask one thing with my last breath

Bury me deep

Deeper than I should be

Let me rest in the peace I never had

And please mister gravedigger

Cover me quickly

And leave no marker at my head

Once that rope snaps my neck

I do not want to be remembered

I just want to be left alone