That Sweet Savanna Smile

Savanna has an 18th b'day in 10 days. I just don't know if I'll be here then.

She sweeps in like a gypsy

In her magical style

She can light up any dark room

With that sweet Savanna smile

C’mon, let me say

C’mon, make my day

C’mon, shine a while

That sweet Savanna smile

Nearer My God To Thee

I thought this kinda creepy poem would make a good post on Friday the 13th, but, quite frankly, I don’t know that I’ll still be here then.   

I had a dream, no Jacob’s ladder for me

No, no angels in heaven that I could see

I really want to be

If I really can

Nearer my God to thee

Nearer to His hands

He knows my name, He can look up the number

Talk to me direct, no distractions, no slumber

Nearer my God to thee

Nearer to His hands

I really want to be

If I really can

I’m waiting, I’m waiting to hear

Scrambled eggs but no toast today

O Lord, where, where is it near?

Speak to me, let me know the way  

Just Poetry, 'K?

I just made a big investment in Scott Tissue, just trying to drum up business.  Do not take these sad lines too seriously, just poetry, ‘K?

Golden Slumbers

This is not the way I wanted to go out

Lord knows this is not right, cryin’ at night

All I can see is lights and shadows

All I can hear is bumps in the night

When the lights go down, I’ve got nothing to say

Time to end this mess and call it a day

Golden slumbers, do not let me roam

Once there was a way to get back home

I once had a dream that’s never coming true

Lord, some answers before I die

So, this is how it ends reaching out for you

Some answers, please, Lord, I ask why?

Please don’t cry for me, just let me go die

Look for me on that beach on ‘the other side’

Golden slumbers, just poetry

Can anyone, can anyone hear me?