jpaulgorman

.bleary eyed and restless. .let me be honest. .this day to day rocket. .our wilting tolerance. .forever makers. .icehouse owners. .night of the soul. .when no one is awake. .words are corrupted. .the raging men. .the disgusted women. .get to your feet. .invite the devil too. .he's likely to no show. .we got skin in this place. .check the archives. .an automatic silencer. .summon the will. .request a happy tune. .flaunt your silk face. .walk with a sway.

led down a hall to a room full of pecan clusters. glazed with sugar and steaming. the smell was incredible and stays with me always. morning dreams and fireproof unions. more good days than bad. heartbreaks and last second shots. move the body and expand the brain. this life, full of cliffs. jumping jacks flashing the grease. makeup containers litter the room. old ways of thinking. when liberty was for the courageous. only love matters in the end. the love of it all. pleasure and pain. old and new. of things not even new yet. this ain't no American dream. laws and regulations and socially acceptable behavior. as long as the checks keep coming and the roads get smoother. house all the people in the hills. like the Incas. name streets after robbers. make maps of the city limits. plunged into poverty and reliance. as the Texicans built barbed wire fences.

Read from the Psalms. Old Testament common ground. Written in past tense after heavy thought. Heavy thought man. Gun range went out of business. Houses strung together with plaster. Just got back from a cruise and walked around barefoot. Had our choice of those female pups. Took one and called her Bella. Cash under the table. I've considered my path. The steps we'll take. Get your toenails done. Pluck your brows. Got a birthday party coming up. Sleep well sweet Bella.

.central nervous system.completely shut off for an hour.time to think about how we think.or why we think.and why we think because we think we are superior to other brain equipped animals on this world.only the soul elevates us.the hope for always.this is why we think of death.animals think of death only when its upon them.the lifelong dread and awareness is not there.for humanity, our minds are active in self awareness only.a selfless person has not been known.for the last two thousand, or so, years anyway.prior to that, bands of cannibals roamed the land.violence is nothing new.brutality is old.persecution is real.protect and serve.echoes repeat on the other side of the valley.progress and civilization advancing.move aside you fighters.stand down you gangsters.look ahead and see where the path leads.romeos of all colors selling the plan.for themselves, remember.to coast at the end.be chattered about fondly.no wisdom left behind.just a past..

in a distorted panic, the stumble to the window. visions of the promised resurrection to come. glassy eyes from years of being a dreamer. dreams as a way of life, creating inspiration. walking shaky ground with careful thought. seems like the world keeps going sideways. the mind is damaged by what it endures. the body, we know, will be wrecked. only the soul can escape untouched. resisting logic and ignoring common thought. reaching untypical and alternate conclusions. indignant, restrained, resigned to fate. all the frauds are illuminated in the end. spotlights will shine and fingers will point. ways to consider and steps to take.       

.rotting from the inside out. .choking on the decline of dignity. .checking him out from shoe to top. .calculating up the competition. .respect the pain envy can inspire. .unsurprising but unexpected. .compromising lines in the sand. .ignoring the pleas of the soul.

the morning bed, with it's comfort and warmth. sleeping minds treasuring another minute or three. vanity will wake them eventually, reluctant still. we'll have brrrrrs and hollars and other noises. overtaking the day, disregaridng time and living. listening to the digital sounds, the fans and chirps. zipzipchirp. errrrzitttchu. zazazaeekk. beeeeeeep. chill of the wind still awaking the still sleeping bones. holy promise if only ideas were actually created. he was, and is, and will always be, the original creator. his full image we can only hope to understand one day. creator of moments and opportunities and inspiration. and to think he created us in his image, creators all. da.boop.de.baup.lala.do.didly.pop.la.da.da.dee.da.dee.da.ahh.     

a room full of wine drinkers. talking of the great grape harvest. texas roots and imported spanish vines. spanish roots can't make it in the texas soil. some sort of hybrid was developed and nurtured. care was taken to allow for several years of oversight. the vines now robust and mighty in the large waves of rows. the explanations were magnificent and i understood the reasons. get it to the bottle and capture the liquids of the earth with a cork. finest grapes in the world grow on mitas hill in north collin county.     

.part the sea again Lord.  .free your people.   .sing holy songs and blow trumpets.    .those girls want a tree.      .and a list. .hide your sneeze in your sleeve please.  .we can do without you for a day.   .or two.    .renegade wranglers.     .tophat chasers. .respectable reputations.  .all dignified and trusted.   .adversity absorbed.    .sponge of madness.     .shaken loose by use. .proclaim your future.  .set the scene.   .watch her sip from the dish.    .sipping like a cat.     .and barking like a dog. em am em am d7em

him who brought levity and grace. who told you about the mistakes. lighting the path all the way through. aware of each specific experience. aware of the thoughts of others even. but uncaring and resolved to fate. blend in with the marching band. waive flags and throw flaming batons. wind blown tangles and floppy shoes. all the days are owed your attention. attend to the particulars of your culture. make your written words count.  

she really works for her supper. all day long worry about the little ones. waking her deep sleeps. every day is its own. a sunrise and a sunset. dusk and dawn. the day makes sense. seasons too. changes are evident and recurring. a week and a month are man made. all the days already named. named before they arrived. it is a tradgedy. i want to name my days. yesterday was creekbed day. the previous, follow the sun. today, maybe earning applause. but she does awake. and works. works to keep that spark. breathing in heavy. his enthusiatic row. sleep is easy now. her work is complete. hopefully he's been tamed.

          To some, water is the most essential element.  Not only does it ensure sanitary living, but the soul needs the cleansing prior to the arrival of the Holy Spirit.  If you were to invite God over for dinner, would you not give your house a good cleaning?  Wash that infant soul.  Because of its obvious importance and tremendous abundance, many steps were taken in the early days of Texico to develop the water purification industry. The process was very simple and required only steam emissions.  The abundant ocean waters could be consumed.  Privately funded infrastructure was improved and, relatively quickly, the deserts and dust of western Texico became an oasis.      The Pacific Ocean water proved more tasty and fresh.  Baja was known as the Pias de Agua--Land of Water.  The Gulf water better for irrigation and swimming pools.  Gulf mud baths were a luxury for vacationing t...

       Texican hands were rough. Full of earth spots, sun spots, and nicks.  From the fertile dark soils of the northeast to the dust left over from the dust bowl of the previous century, there was a purpose for all the dirt.  Sands of Galveston, Padre Island, and the Yucatan Rivera met the Sea of the Gulf.  Baja and Acapulco bid farewell to the Pacific.  It does always go east to west it seems.  Follow the sun.      The family farm was a thriving industry in Texico.  Robust local economies supported direct trade. Producer to consumer was the normal exchange.  Only manufacturers of large or specialized items used middle men.  Mostly, it was direct and modestly priced.  America's corrupt institutions included its economy, where several deals were contracted and negotiated before the buyer got to decide.  Persuasions to fool the masses represented the largest industry in America.  Advert...

cfcgx2 harmonica tones and blabber mouths. two times the tears as yesterday. and it's only noon. left brain maniacs and hopers. silly dances and wails. lunged for a slice of muffin. cobwebs and crazy faces. our globe turns and speeds through space. the territorial games. huffing and puffing. plenty of h2o. plenty of love to go around. agaex4 we are tangled up in love, together forever on a timeless ride.  we are the frozen tramps with glory plans so we can sleep at night.  call out for me in the desert, forgive me for my lies.  honey please forgive me for all my lies.           reaching desperately for the ladder. the boat won't stop now. you can make it--swim! on the deck they're giving eyes. reading minds and blaming. starving for a moment of flight.

Chatter chatter chatter My guy my guy my guy Winner winner winner Chatter chatter chatter Historic and extremely important It's all a game of dice God is indifferent The devil is a political junkie Hope they pick up all the signs Don't mess with Texas Said Willie and LBJ.

...trips through the garage. the trash carried, the rakes and cutters. same star is always there. the once great meadow now an estate. and the world revolves around them all. the importance of each life. outcomes only temporary, pain endured. lock 'em down girls. pull the shades tight. the bikers and wheel boys keep coming around. looked him in the eye and told him the truth. he seemed to understand as I explained the rules. don't come around here again. these girls don't like you...

razor birds flying on a clear morning, playing games of tag in between giggles. long sleepers complain about disinclusion, sincere and heartbroken the woman screams. carefully creating a long and static life, knowing nothing more and enjoying the earth. evolution in an instant and watery eyes, the fear of this life gone for good.

....busted out of a lion's den. tested the world until it tamed me. tasted chocolates and wine. felt the softest skin. saw the most incredible sights. heard canyon birds make music as the evening smells rose from the canyon floor. the balancing of indulgement and restraint, blind faith and intellect, rest and work, poverty and prosperity, and of blues and joy....

.went crazy last night. .remembering 20 years of toil. .silk and plaid ties and shades. .the fast and loose aren't around anymore. .came and went and came and went. .figured them as part of the lost tribe. .down from upstate New York . .voices I've heard for ages. .huge voices with cackles and spit. .punk rockers and deadlifters. .slick cats toeing the line of integrity. .old men working and working.

speaking out of turn with a lisp and a sneer complaining about fairness and rights. thinking of a word need a powerful word multiple meanings and blunt that's the one. clinging to a life raft waves engulfing and salty floating while gazing the night sky.

ememgem bulldogs chewing on shoestrings. her tatoo spread out like spider wings. just then heard a phone ring. and a lady bird started to sing. cg sang....honey, why don't you love me. cgdg why don't you worry about my worries and blues. cg she just wants a man who can give her a hand. dcg when life comes and takes away our youth. honestly, he was just a lazy player. heard his daddy complained to the mayor. it was the town with that stupid ole jailer. when my woman didn't take no for an answer. sang....honey, why don't you love me. why don't you worry about my worries and blues. she just wants a man who can give her a hand. when life comes and takes away our youth. go over there you better have gold in your pocket. wise woman said they high but the food is worth it. poured me a single malt drink and just nursed it. found my harp rack, thought i forgot it. sang....honey, why don't ...

...mitt romney seems to want to be president so bad, it is weird. he might get it just so americans can have a break from his campaigning. in the end, the guy is just weird, and his judgement is suspect. i believe. the presidency of the united states has a track record of right man at the right time. surely lincoln would fit this category, as would washington (the ultimately humble man who resisted being king), jefferson (who better to navigate our early foriegn policy and lend credibility to americans because of his personal accomplishments and impressiveness), jackson (the people take the house back, literally), the forgotten maze of late 1880's presidents that let industry thrive. talk about turning a blind eye and corruption. teddy was my personal favorite, truly a man of the people. and national parks. a true leader who fought in hand to hand combat. finally tamed this new industry called industry. a civilized start anyway. but all were flawed in very incredible ways. anyone ...

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g the place was closed 'til eight, when the blue cats would arrive. c                                                                                g the house of blues was up the road, this place was a dive. started with a bb tune with a shaking boom boom beat. place was full of lover girls and smokers took the streets. d7                                c         g can't nobod...

ea thought the rain wouldn't stop last night the day, a common blur of decisions and worry. everything seems lost, everything seems blurry. la la la la la la la la la la la d7ae i wanna drown in the holy water i wanna love my wife and protect my daughters i wanna get down to the truth Lord i wanna, i wann, i wanna all the time i tell myself the blame is justice don't care if the easily offended get miffed. don't care what you drank, or smoked, or sniffed. la la la la la la la la la la la heard ole levi got lost while walking in the woods thoreau it was, wrote a chapter on the benefits of walking. once you get Him started he'll be talking and talking. la la la la la la la la la la la knowledge is captured revelation to revelation the minds coming alive and glowing to know. i'm glowing, i'm glowing, i'm glowing to know. la la la la la la la la la la la

g c livin' on the lines g in the middle of a third set grind d7 time after time after time after time g c you come through d7 you take the shot yes you make the shot c g oh yes. oh yes you do d7 g

things we understand alone way down in our bones things we understand alone deep breath when it's done pick up a five pack and shake out the paper stack make room for a cart and check if the engine starts put a finish on the old desk and see that oily mess the fixtures need fixing and the paint needs mixing things we understand alone way down in our bones things we understand alone deep breath when it's done the story has to hold with a patience not yet shown just words on a screen going from scene to scene some say it's pretend but let me tell you man my truth comes from my soul i know what i know things we understand alone way down in our bones things we understand alone deep breath when it's done solitary moment of time shines like they all shine seems like ones that last are free from the past living a new morning ignoring the night's storming held together cause we said so she got a natural glow  ...

          things we understand aloud and things we understand alone provide the needed perspective to joyfully live this life. from beginning to end, understanding brimming with each passing moment. until it overflows. we sympathize with others, our empathy knows no limit. the poor, and sad, and desperate. the blamers, and angry, and greedy. the selfish. we never completely lose it either. we never become completely selfless. we don't hang on a cross, hated by all. we don't choose that. but we overcome in the most microscopic ways. humanity can, does, and will do great things for the benefit of others. but, to create. to make. to discover. that is divine work. made in His image. the creator's image. things we understand alone. i've lived thousands of hours of peace. i can't explain it, but i understand it.

...the mountains laugh at the endless stream of humans who think they are living in the end times. our predeath life is plagued by anxiety and fear. The afterdeath of our eternal life is where all the shakin' really happens...

Those boys sounded just like Merle Haggard. Eat with your fingers if you have to. Two two one or one two three for a waltz. Told the story of Mustang Sally. That don't look well done to me. Look at all the blood on the plate. Back roads on the way home, lost them on Custer. Not many more left around. A few by the prison and behind the gardens. Nowhere left to get lost. Full street of cars to see the navyman off. To float on the oceans of this world. He'll grow up, hope he becomes a man. The singing starts in fifteen minutes. The Lord lifted high. The ladies are rushing around and smelling good. The clock! The clock! Gotta make better decisions in this world. Or you will pay the price.

to move, to create new moments to go, to plow different fields cry with the net man... fly with the net man... to stop, an action as well to linger, a bit too long try with the net man... die with the net man... to ask, to respect your response to glow, like the moonbeam faces

She indicated all my errors with the red pen. Massive amounts of red ink reminded me of a war. The bleeding vowels, the unknown nouns, the exclamation sword. When the questioners came at the end...'what has happened here?' 'huh?' asked the ignorant girl, and continued, 'you say you got some beer?' 'it's not cold but we could put it on ice', i told her with complete confidence 'you drink ice in yer beer?,' she stayed curious, 'is it any good?' 'depends on the beer', i replied as i took a long drink of my english ale.

pure influencers are utterly unconcerned about politics

so many days we laughed and rambled so many times we were lost we walked the night and burned the candles never once considered the cost seen colors you can't imagine been so many places i forgot your love is lasting and lasting yes, i been seeing in the dark without you i know that i'm stronger thinking bout doing without girl i would live this life much longer absolutely no doubt when you wake me in the morning when you feel my beating heart know that my soul is still a stormin' yes, i been seeing in the dark cem amg cem amdg

There must be thousands of fish in this water. Twenty four million hats. I'm not really sure if we are supposed to be here. Seems like forever since the rightous man came. Correctly deciding we couldn't' save ourselves. Then the world was left to us. The wasters. The criminals. The selfish. The prideful. A few come and go through the years. Speaking the truth and crying out to the lost. They are hated. They are destroyed. Everybody wants truth. They say anyway. Hear that? That's truth coming home. A sweet singer.

What a strange place for a chandelier. Beach bums are a myth. Dolphins and pictures of girls in bikinis. The same annoying beat with every song. Lenny Kravitz was right about rock and roll. Dead it is. Finally some island music. Goes with the musty and salty air. The perfect photograph does exist. If only the rain would stop. Not tonight she said. Everything attached to a phone number. Robot voices on the other end of the line.

it was a hot day the pavement moved and the dogs dug holes the inside was cold bless those who work in the air conditioning industry gypsies talking bout revolution citys lame and asleep, the coastlines are aglow towns with numbered streets and dirty gas stations the east/west roads are travelled and travelled car loads of glowface robots knowledge is only taught here there is no more to know what a depressing prospect truth is, we make our own knowledge the old will hold on to their own knowledge the imposition is relentless no compelling at all well, take your knowledge and find a tremendously large coconut crack it open, without breaking it in two place your computer beeper into the coconut immersed in the coconut liquid bury it in a suburban landfill the most repectable method of waste control certainly better than trashing the holy oceans from there, we can know nothing what a joy that would be finding things out on our own learning from d...

          charting my way through the night was more challenging than one would think at 3:30 in the morning.  the youngest princess had called on a device and pleaded for us to come and rescue her from her own illness and the affections of a cat.  i understood.  we shared the same allergy tendencies and the combination of horses, cats, hay, and tall grass was too much to bear.  no doubt a late night was had by all.  posing and unoing and all the clothing.  these girls were grown up.  understanding of the need for nutrition and water was lacking however, and the little one was paying the price.  when the call came in, the glow filled the bedroom.  who would be calling at this hour?  was our baby alright?  she claimed she was ill and that she needed to come home from the sleepover party.  despite initial thoughts of frustration, I awoke, dressed, jumped in my car,...

on top of the world the money and the girls the ones with the pretty curls lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out used to be so fly didn't even have to try now he sits at home and cries lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out then he learned kung fu got rid of the blues started hanging with his crew lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out his girl got trapped in a jar the scene was so bizarre we tried wishing upon a star lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out then they picked up some mud it was lights out and his buds they sprung his one and only love lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out cfx2 cg cgcgcgc

d                    c Pleasers and teasers. g                    d Suicidal sneezers. g                         d Rockers and mockers.. g                        c Nervous tick tockers. c                       d Lovers and mothers. c                         g Sisters and brothers. d        ...

.we take the criminals out to west texico. .out between sweetwater and guthrie. .there we hang 'em in the sun. .make sure the wild hogs have their fun. .target practice for the bow hunters. .all the prisoners in tents within the razor wire. .left there to work, then die. .society better off without the killers of innocents. .mercy shown to the citizens of our great nation. .termination of the guilty without any rehab attempts. .the judges send them away as applause fills the courtroom. .and they don't get any camera time. .assigned a number and all their teeth are pulled. .no television no visitors. .hosed down once a month. .reptiles rule the yard.

.the neon lights are brightest at dusk. .the texican women take their time. .hot jets and twisters with water smooth as glass. .okies keep coming in over the red river. .better let the archers know to tighten their bows. .up near powderly they seem to have snuck in. .back in the early thirties the americans cut them loose. .something about bankruptcy and the tulsa uprising. .the mayan people know the art of the brush off. .and francisco del corona put his foot down.

Those blood suckers. Lining up for the quarterly squirm. Protect that China doll. With dots that connect. Holy moly it's a hot day. Huge billowing black clouds. Brought relief in the early evening. Iced wines and tomato breads. Capered side of a calf. Popped another top last night. A matter of understanding. Reconciliation and embraces. Another of the 35 thousand. Begins with a goodbye. Anticipation of days. And daily prayers. Just give us this day.

decisions have consequences circumstances unpromised assured of nothing made by humans and don't forget fate the selfish do rule this world the devil's den in my very early eternal life.

My eyes been burnt. A layer of chardust remains. The dim view. Damn johnson grass made a cut. Left leg left bleeding from the injury. It stings and you know life. It heals and you know death.

Nothing never really happens. Something is always going on. There are times of boredom beyond measure. Connections of wires and waves won't save us. Somehow our nods and reactions have meaning. Only truth and courage to guide us through. The wallowers have their ways out. Diversions and distractions blocking the paths. Monsters on the outside looking through broken walls. Howling and hissing all afternoon. One day the creek will rise and the flood will continue. Water, always the decider. Plain spoken and perfectly honest. Saw through the charms and compliments. Calculating and self-serving she was. Full of worldly knowledge. Empty of soul.

never heard nothing like the velvet underground distortion and echo sounds rambling lyrical space rides back to the audience and numb. the wind keeps blowing ashes in my eyes i wonder, i wonder, of the the day that i will die hope to have singing, hope to have cheers talk about the fine times and break a smile, my dear The ones who embark on slippery paths. Carefully walking the roads with serious intent. Ignorant to the unknown and lurking tempters. With glowing faces and occupied minds. Unprepared for the collisions and destruction. Leaving stray animals and orphans all around Left to the earthworms and red oak roots. The winds carry the melodies and poems.

Telepathic nose ring. High tone printers. Delivery clouds. Plutonic stripes. Katalystic memories. Oblivion of planets. Asian strangers. Retreat. Retreat.

take a step back, or up rather through the clouds above the blue beyond where gravity reigns take a look from the moon stand in the moondust and raise a glass mock the important sneer at the tradgedies plead for peace.

These gods been whining. Complaining 'bout bread crust. Mirrors only reflecting the outside. Their insides are a godly mush. .be back in five. .got the whirling wind. .sun makin' purple. .and blooms blow away. Full of vanity and weakness. Growing soft on top of the hill. These gods are a big disappointment. The good they coulda done.

.throughout our journey we learn how to live. .to have mercy and know the pain of others. .the happy souls know the heart pump is mortal. .this machine needs tender love and care to maintain. .lubrication and proper use. .it will beat for the love of others and victory. .it will weep for lost brothers and sisters. .it will sink when reality does not equal expectations. .pour it out, your blood all over the floor. .give it up and become the patriarch. .give it up and save the world. .save the best for paris.

.heard a painter hum. .heard a hammer pound. .heard an island drum. .heard a silent sound. .heard an engine start. .heard a roaring flame. .heard talk about art. .heard a wise man sang. .it's all you got when your blinded. .by the neon lights of late night San Antone. .them neon lights of late night San Antone. .been blinded once again in San Antone. .heard a bathtub fill. .heard a coffee pot. .heard you got a good deal. .heard you loved alot. .heard an old dobro. .heard a four four beat. .heard a face that glowed. .heard stomping feet.

.awake and peer through the broken fence. .weeds, four feet high and blooms of healthy trees. .the air is heavy with the smell of humid heat. .the songs and colors of european pride. .a relic from the past as we hold on to what we know. .the world has shrunk to avatars and masks. .red dirt slides and grunts and groans. .the relief of victory and the knot of defeat.

.partly, it was a magnificent night. .the bells, the conditions, the spells. .but there was tradgedy on the inside. .predicted futures of woe and decline. .perhaps love will save all of us. One another. .a mishap to bring us closer. .the mind of a hero in a place of need. .searching for saved souls to encourage and convince .heart gets twisted and wrecked. .needing love to survive and enduring anguish. .eventually, it will squeeze off the blood to the bloody ole mind. .mind over body, lost in the end. .boredom, envy, apathy, and days of leisure. .traps of spider webs and quicksand. .birds of all colors will be left, still singing. .the life of a digger without a plow.

the eternal mind laughs loudly if only we could stop the raging of others oh, the days when we described silence noises from places other than ourselves the twangy singer could move her hips but no one has the voice of cray thank you very kindly the cavernous place was filled gittery musicians and ponytail holders parking was easy ten dollar drinks were worth it the brother of stevie ray showed him his first chops referred to as the badest man and he was hammond organ lifted the place blues is best in a small bar the glowing advertisements golf courses and city magazines struggling stair climbers with canes renegade radio--knon-- left some stickers lyrics on a hotel notepad parlor guitar from 1856 looked like it would play blind lemon jefferson played it in the early 20's one thing is clear nobody wants to listen to the blues yawns and early departures before smoking gun encore was the best of the night silence quieter as the room emptied...

all the walking that we do all the searching for the gold been awake all night my love i think i'm getting close the way out is leap of faith like a city street midnight run the lungs fill up with motor fumes and the robbers have the guns private undertakers they know the world will turn to ash sold the line about a huge success gonna go out in a higher class their blood is blue, they have no clue, the rulers have aligned making rules to fleece the fools, don't think i'm inclined already got their hearts already got their minds no no no, can't let you have their souls they've been claimed by the King and soon they'll be going home. from the towns in the backwood waters near the alligator swamps men and women with stories to tell about greasing the right palms checked into a hotel room saw the lights of boston's night all i could do was shine my shoes and i went out for a bite...

     The racquet was a load. Like the hammer of Thor, it was too heavy for mortal man. The 7th mahut of this isner match, as with every isner match, was played vintage. My Jack Kramer was letting me down. Or I was letting it down. Keck, with his French made Sportif model, had won 7 straight games to make it 8-2, which made it 69-31 overall, which put him one game away from winning his 7th straight inser match. I stood on the baseline to begin the next game with, hopefully, a big first serve. I was weary. My legs had failed me this day. Coming directly from work to play our weekly mahut prevented me from stopping by the house to grab a handful of nutrition and, perhaps, an extended kiss from my lovely wife, glorious hugs from my wonderful girls, or a wag from brando, the family deck dog--best dog I ever had. No, I had rushed over from work, changed in the parking lot while wondering about Allen city laws against changing in parking lots, drank a few sips of water...

wonder if the six blade knife was swiss army stepping out for coffee beans wild west end where duck was eaten got a day time job, doing alright nirvana don't have a gun no they don't have a gun no they don't have a gun grunge was great, but only for two years then it died inevitable finally, he found a gun song about numchuks swingin' wide and loudly throws a chinese star blades sharpened wizzed by my head cash just watched him die dreaming about cigars blondes all around lotion smells and sweat all the rapper gun raps sideways shooters those bullets really kill.

e7 ever wanna shake it out a7 ever wanna get it out e7                                            d7 thought you and me could work it out e7                  a7 right here at home. think it might be our destiny always be you and me write down all my philosophies try to stay unknown. d7                           a7 ohhh, found her in a rush  ohhh, told her bout my crush ohhh, my mind's in a knot  e7         d7           ...

them germans, them germans can surely make some beer sat around the fire all night wanting to shed a tear the little girl in cell block 10 was screaming for her life told me in the schützen tent don't look them in the eye them germans, them germans can surely make some beer sat around the fire all night wanting to shed a tear i know, i know deep down in my soul the devil is commanding and he must be overthrown them germans, them germans can surely make some beer sat around the fire all night wanting to shed a tear

the circus barker called up the midgets they ran around that big tent the whole time playing tricks on the poor big cats camel rides for 10 bucks a head. two for one on sundays. that benitez family got some good flyers what a life they live trailers and extended applause lost a brother, son, and really good tosser last month cancelled the saturday night show in amarillo buried him in the graveyard on the north side of town dedicated the sunday show to his memory broke it all down on monday and drove to dumas for the next show on wednesday night, 3 of the midgets got thrown in jail for disorderly conduct a drunk cowboy made one too many jokes detectives found his eyeball the next morning, floating in a fish tank

parking lot queen never needed anything from a man 'til the money dried up borrowed shoes sold out of hot glue keeping the lines away curls and combs overheated females

almost drowned down there, on the galveston coast, had to go deeper and deeper to make sure a big one was rode. passed on a few, got oily saltwater in my mouth, sunglasses aflutter. purchased a boogieboard that morning, a day after constructing massive and precise castles and underestimating the sun's capability to turn me bright pink. wore a longsleeve shirt and tight hat from then on. spent the morning getting the hang of it and instructing my daughters as they caught wave after wave. then went out deeper to find a wave of my own. my youngest daughter stuck with me for awhile, but halted with great concern as she saw me heading for the big breakers. wanted to ride one all the way in. had two concealed modelos iced down on the beach. a huge umbrella covered our possessions. finally got out to where the big waves broke, having to jump as the waves passed to prevent a face shot. learned this the hard way. then it came. saw it from way back. had a rythym so my confidence wa...

wash behind your ears son. and pluck out the hairs. grooming is a selfless act. andy rooney was a menace. lights went out. when the wind picked up. cuban beans and corn chips. sweating dancers. tired and sleepy women. very loud in the early hours.

em                            g                 just drove up from kerrville em                               c been sunning in the guadalupe river g            c                d          c saw the brightest sky ever last night g        d            em           c venus shining like a spotlight c  ...

into the costa rican waters we waded on the hunt for natives and bounty floated on a battered ship for months for the chance at riches and fame set your braids just right darlings make sure your hat is pulled down tight trapped in a net of jungle vines and leaves a two-eyed one nosed spiked haired man looking down on me a spear blade sticking in my side jibberish is spoken to a few others that arrived eat a bite of something in the morning just to get you going girls a few kicks later i finally screamed out thought maybe if i acted like a crazed man they would scatter they talked some more and eventually began giddy laughing released me from the net and hooked me to a large limb keep your friendships in perspective you're in school to learn honeys two natives picked up either side of the limb carried me through the jungle with no concern for my groans approched what looked like a small village or a tidy campsite set me above the fire and that's when i...

on the other side of time, there is no wisdom on the other side of time, there is no gray on the other side of time, there is no coffin on the other side of time, there is no coughing on the other side of night, i saw a sun beam on the other side of night, i saw a colored house on the other side of night, i saw a windmill on the other side of night, i saw a bad deal on the other side of life, we'll be floating around on the other side of life, we'll be restful souls on the other side of life, we'll be satisfied on the other side of life, we'll be sanitized on the other side of love, i feel a razor blade on the other side of love, i feel a sunken heart on the other side of love, i feel a desperate touch on the other side of love, i feel a merciful touch

built up a bubble of sorts control the swaying of the thin layer of soapy film it never breaks come close a few times inside the bubble there are only two people remember, of course, my wife and i are one the other is Him He's always around, in my head, in my dreams left there, in my bubble, by God I wanted to escape a time or three always held back, every time instincts sharpened by His voice looking backwards from the bubble the distance and fleeting is understood avoiding disaster and dodging bullets this faith life is hard.

early am air seasoned just slightly with coming heat two dogs chasing flies around, cornered one and got it photographers and the clueless in rapid discussion about new orleans guitar players with horn sections modern day rum runner on the fayetteville to austin line cigarette hounds step up to the grill and make selections

these iron eyeballs are rusty seen some things you could never believe ignored the all out gang fight tried to chart a middle way to make it through

a terrible waste the way we fret fate closing minds obsessions and maniacal quivering scheming and plotting unknown unheard and concerned about it on the ten year plan more like a ten cent plan depending on assumptions and calculations mathematics as truth adds up but doesn't really divide into anything and we can multiply the subtractions only a fraction of our prime fate has reasons, to be sure everything has a reason anticipation is forgotten shoulda coulda woulda a fools fate

'huh?' shrugged the maiden of the house prone to bouts of inarticulation and not a beginning of understanding only her instincts to guide her through 'whaaat?' she asked gloriously after my silence 'your beauty makes you oblivious to the obvious.' an initial blush reacting to the beauty compliment then a confused look and noticable thinking 'obviously you are mistaken about my obliviousness.' 'you're aware?' i asked and continued louder 'you know of the suffering and distraction you cause?' louder still 'of the disappointment and raging heart?' she stood there as the city shined behind her my captured soul in her unmerciful possession 'we should take a walk.' she finally said considered several responses 'why don't we.  nice out.'

when we look back on our last coherent day, preperation will be seen in a regretful light. while moderate and thoughtful preperation can enhance life's experiences, many will spend far too long perfecting their rediness for eternal life. perfection has been known, by One. it is finished man. our bones will be left, but our souls will be gone. funeral mutterings tell the story of your life. pictures too. smile big in all of them. eat a rib-eye. watch a 4th quarter. sleep peaceful, heavenbound.

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pack 'em up thirty feet high. the friends, acquiantences really. provided a diversion, an escape. an acceptance and ear. ageed they did, with everything. dug your music. called you by your last name. a youthful indulgence, friendship. a silly game. the old souls grow old alone. realizing they have only light to give. to others, all the others. peaceful and friendly, not a drag. the friendships came with a price. occupying finite time with disappointments and expectations. grudges and done-me-wrongs. real friends always forgive. eventually. the coolers and the koozies. bright shirts and jeans in ninety. live music all weekend, the brownhawk band. late night closings with real servants. smokers, almost all. poker nights and planet jams. wandered green lawns for hours. all the while hoping to make it. just to look back. it goes on ond on and on. people i used to know. seemed important at the time. a worthy pursuit of worldly bonds. and it continues, t...

                          Refinement of the Isner Scoring Method(ISM) is a continuous deliberation of incremental improvements over time.  Time, as we know it, has no end.  Therefore, this scoring method will be subjected to the American developed and Japanese implemented theory of Kaizen which is founded upon the principle of improvements implemented in a continuous cycle ad infinitum.  It is with this intent that two changes were made to the scoring method that significantly impacts isner tennis culture.      First, the definition of a mahut has changed from 10 games to 15 games.  The benefits of this improvement are:  (1) increased physical exercise.  (2) quicker Isner matches.  (3) rewards stamina.  (4) elimination of mahut ties.  The change has also led to the increased importance of the pre-mahut ...

a7                                e7 stoic glares of remembered years silent stares, no need for tears d7                                 a7 mornings are foggy, nights are clear d7                e7     e7              a7 nothing suprises, nothing to fear about seventy turns around the sun everything learned, had all the fun i'm still right here, i ain't quite done more to say from these tired old lungs my high's been high, and my low's been low told a few lies, and ate a bunch of crow ask anyone around 'b...

june, a year ago, had a concept explained regarding time and it's static nature. no, i huffed originally, time waits for no one, it's always on the move. time, it was argued, is the most serene and peaceful thing on this earth. it's humanity that's on the move. the slow ones, the fast ones. only a few, the still ones we'll call them, understand time's true properties. possibly, it's the most heaven-like aspect of our very early eternal life. time is certainly truth we've decided as we acclimate over the centuries. again, darwin was partially right, except for the monkeys. our conformity is motivated by pure selfishness. we can't help it. you can overcome, i protested vigorously, you can decide to think of others first. you can choose, but you can only choose to overcome your selfishness, he said. continuing, points were made about killing your own nature and co-crucifixion. it made perfect sense in that moment, and still does. the b...

on the other side of midnight can't look anyone in the eye bushwhacked by self reflection what could've been. just this side of daybreak cured of my blues and aches gonna live another rotation probably.

dissent, dissent won't matter in the end your end or my end the days will just stop ours will be the same reality none of the rightous bickering relevant bread and wine consummed confessions uttered and stuttered blessings bestowed on the unknown the hours and hours spent in prayer hating God tragedies and circumstances overcome by hope producing faith characteristics of those who persevere belief is an empty word to most more a noun that verb these days the believers club t shirt affliction and crosses everywhere Jesus was not tolerated nor was any other self described king on this earth take elvis and michael jackson they were all hung this is the king's graveyard

an oval moon appeared tonight displaying its glow on the horizon partly obscured by late dusty clouds twisters missed this place last week dressed up in rain gear and dry sunroof got jammed in the middle of a gusher wet dashboard and screaming sounds just wait for the heat wave and drought girls be wishing for any kinda rain then an old man looked back at me today first time ever he looked at me that way turned from the mirror and opened my mind took the blinders off and quit chasing acceptance the gift of age and it is true that age can give words candidness holding on to the langauge of our youth protecting them in the name of the good ole days but they are only old days and don't matter anymore this day is truth tomorrow is speculation and unassured He was forsaken, yes He was. by His Father. and ours. His mother was there. and the one. they called him johnny goodnight now he was a good man.

Think of rubber on the roads Bonnie and Clyde drove through here The hitchhikers never saw it coming The day when roads were obsolete. Hours and hours of driving folks used to do To visit relatives or lay on a beach with the tanned Before the Chinese cut them off and gas was still available Everyone in America walks now and bikes are abundant. Just wonder of the rubber on these roads Plain people and the famous kings and queens Back before it was decided the definition of liberty had changed We left the ruins of a revolution in the ditch.

compromise is the seed of debauchery turning the eye, missing the last sentence can't feel my way around. the raging crowds were for, then against certainly they would not join the death didn't make a lick o' sense. nail up the criminals for an afternoon roast blood thirsty and rightous citizens weary from the whirlwind week. the twelve scattered logically and tragically self interests and instincts prevailing alone He bore the weight. doubt He ever thought of tv preachers salvation won by guilt is fiction sold by the greedy. thus began years and years of conviction eternal life misunderstood by most this ain't life and death. wars waged by the dumb, ignorant, and cowardly for nothing more than 'national interests' warriors pay their price. invoke decency and morality and responsibility bow your heads for the cameras in God we trust. the devil orchestrates the wars of this world blessed are the peacemakers Jesus, the divider. ...

called photographic, our mind records. it's all there, life fulfilled. cool winds, remembered. dinner talks, went on 'til 2. after dinner, we rang them bells. mornings too, wanting to please. put on your face, go into the world. be another's joy, stare at them in the eyes. understand their pain, reduce the sympathy. only us are left, for tomorrow. the mind continues to record, permanately. on your last day, you'll watch the movie. you will rememeber all, it was there all along. the best movies build and build, carpenters being good at life. some end with a 'what?', secrets no more. i hope to see a colored movie, one with some jazz.

the late arrivals always arrive late early risers are quick to rise. the timeless never have a start time others are confined by a planned destiny. well intentioned intentions are rare the inability to not please one's own self. the sad clowns just clowned around stepping through hoops and blowing horns. fakers, everywhere you look, everyone you meet even the known ones. takers too, all around, taking and leaving garbage on the floor. the crimes. the injustice. the hopelessness. rational thought completely avoided. pick sides, read the manual, for the greater good 'at least we're not egypt.'

     the diminishing that takes place once business is introduced to a concept is an awful shame. unavoidable, no doubt, but still a shame. the business mandate of negotiation and compromise should not be excluded from artistic endeavors. however, it has to be totally excluded from the creative process and completely seperate from the performance process. it has it's own very narrow space. in addition, it should be managed expertly and efficiently by a person unconnected to rest of the overall process. creative and performance can be the same individual, but certainly doesn't have to be. actors act, writers write, a few great songwrites are great singers. only a few. willie, dylan, cash, bono, lucinda, merle, all the hanks, and all the elvises. many that died too early were mostly dumb and addicted. morrison, cobain, elvis, janice, hendrix, hank sr, and michael jackson. prince is a true hero. so to is pat benetar, who is playing at choctaw casino in durant, oklahoma,...

went up to pay my fine that lost book finally caught up with me pulled out fifty six bucks in crumpled cash 'it's sixty four ninety five, honey' the librarian was not smiling any way i can pay on it and still get more books? 'the whole thing has to be paid off before you can get more books we'll take a check' who's got a check? 'i know. sorry' it's not your fault came back after a three dollar atm fee wandered the library for an hour melville, twain, roth, explorers, mcmurtry, dylanologist, scottish poems making eyes and breathing low a God bless movies bore me thumbing through the dying animal the young and boisterous and lovely skins readers are the caged beginnning and completing over and over never venturing until one day when words go bare.

automatic response of a trembling mind, significance in an instant. the routine men and women, reluctantly counting myself. committed to lesser breakouts, completely enjoyed in a burst. times when eternal is revealed, exposing a creator's paradise.

religion is incredibly human. and all that humans touch is corrupted. invented by us. refined for us. easier the better. push a button and see religion. being religious means nothing. other than intense self focus. knew a guy once who got religion. went to the mountains to pray. and live by himself. still there. hope he's one with God by now. i guess i hope that. the Word is worthy of attention and study. but religion can hold you back. the letters of screwtape. the devil's masterpiece. we're made to work and serve. specifically for God. but it has nothing to do with religion. we're also made to create. made in His image. the Creators's image. create songs. and poems. and paintings. and faces from rocks. and love. think even of technology. and we'll continue creating. humanity, i mean. until the credits roll.