You Lucky People!!!

For the next three days my magnum opus Mahoney is on sale for a mere 99 cents. What a deal!!!

Please don’t all of you rush over to Amazon to buy it all at once. The line forms on the right.

Now, if ya’all will excuse me, I gotta go and read my reviews again (all great!) for the 10,000th time.

His Name is Trouble

His name is Trouble

His aim is to drag me down

His way is through the hooch

He seems to be winning the fight

I seem to be losing the fight

Trouble walks the path with me

Trouble speaks into my ear

Trouble says it’s all gonna be fine

Trouble makes me feel good

Trouble gets me into trouble

I feel good when he’s around

I can fly when he’s next to me

I can be anything I wanna be

I can even not be me

The freedom

I can laugh

I can sing

I can dance

I can love

I can die

Trouble is trouble

Trouble is on my mind

Trouble is my only friend

 

A Day for Dying

My man was killed yesterday—run down by a drunk driver while crossing a street.

Henry was my life. Henry was my everything.

He was a long way from home when he died. He should have been here with me, not out chasing money.

It was me that drove him off. I was always going on about how I wanted this and how I wanted that. Now all I want is my Henry back.

It don’t seem right that I’m here and he ain’t.

I think I’ll go to him.

The mountain ain’t that high. I can be up on top by sunset.

I’m wearin’ my wedding dress. Henry always said how pretty I looked the day we was pledged to one another. How my hair trapped the sunlight, how my eyes laughed, how he became weak in the knees as he stood next to me before the preacher. How much he loved me.

As I climb the mountain, I smile. I’m thinking on my Henry. I’m thinking of the time we was kids and went swimming down at old man Ives’ watering hole. It was the first time Henry ever did kiss me.

The sun’s going down; the clouds are orange and pink with purple ’round the edges.

I’m now up on the ridge.

Henry always said I didn’t have a lick of sense. I reckon I don’t.

I loved you so much, Henry, and I am so sorry for my evil ways.

It’s a long way down, but when I get there, I’ll be with my Henry.

 

 

I’d Rather Not Plagiarize

There’s a story I wanted to write, but this guy tells it so much better than I ever could:

Well I’ve seen the devil
And I’ve seen the light
And I know the difference
Between wrong and right
But there still are times
When it’s so hard to tell
If I’m going the wrong way
To heaven or hell

Cause I’ve been a sinner
And I’ve been a saint
There’s a few things I ain’t done
And a few things I can’t
I was this close to heaven when I slipped and fell
Between a rock and a hard place
Between heaven and hell

Cause I have been lost
And I have been found
I’ve been a square
And I’ve been around
I’m down on my knees
At the heartbreak hotel
Begging for directions
Between heaven and hell

Cause I’ve been a sinner
And I’ve been a saint
There’s a few things I ain’t done
And a few things I can’t
I was this close to heaven when I slipped and fell
Between a rock and a hard place
Between heaven and hell

Lord I’m down here on my knees
At some old hotel
Asking for directions
To heaven or hell

 

I Have No Time

 

I have no time for the likes of the Kardashians. I have no time for Monday Night Football where young men have their brains turned to mush. I’m on a trek. I’m trying to make it to the light.

I have no time for Twitter. I have no time for the inane. I’m just passing through this life. Here today, gone tomorrow.

I have no time for advertisements that treat me as though I’m an idiot.

I have no time for Walmart or their like who will not pay its workers a living wage.

I have no time for a religion that teaches hate.

I have no time for patriots. They hurt my head.

I have no time for the bullshit of our times.

I have no time for fear.

I do have time for love.

I love to see people going about their lives.

I love to see children in their youthful exuberance.

I love to see the green of the summer leaves.

I love to see the yellow of a summer sun shining on the green summer grass.

I love to see the white of the cold winter snow that lies before me.

I love to see the orange and pink of a setting sun.

I love the quiet of the deep woods.

I love the songs of birds in the morning.

I love the chirp of the crickets in the night.

I love the light of the stars as they sparkle in my eyes in the deep of night.

I love life.