PSA #2

So, two in two weeks.  Makes you think, don't it?

I'd originally written this out in the woods after hearing a good friend of mine fell of the wagon again.  Can't help but wonder sometimes whether or not our presence means enough to others, but once they're gone, that's it.

Love 'em, hold 'em tight, let 'em know you love 'em.

This is a song at some point, but we'll see.  I'm going to have to learn to play.

(sketch credit: Justin Gleghorn)

tell me, where does the time go
when you're busy wasting time
I swear I meant to call you
but I got to feeling fine
looks like I took you for granted
said some things I didn't mean
I long to have you back my friend
you're the best there's ever been

time takes us by the hand
and in mine I'm taking time
such a spinning, circling dance we lead
and I'm all punch-drunk on the rhyme
guess I forgot what this was for
thought, I didn't need you anymore
so when you're feeling down and out
all you have to do is shout
I'll be here forever more

haven't seen you in awhile
can't help but wonder where you've been
wander too far, you might get lost
with the state of affairs you're in
you've been running through my mind all day
your legs must be pretty tired
caught up in the quicksand of this world
in all the mud and muck and mire

oh, I'm waiting for the day
when I can do no wrong
someone let me know when I get there
Lord, I hope it won't be long
jumping down from this here fence
it's greener on the other side
not sure what to do with this time lent
'cept count me along for the ride

time takes us by the hand
and in mine I'm taking time
such a spinning, circling dance we lead
and I'm all punch-drunk on the rhyme
guess I forgot what this was for
thought, I didn't need you anymore
so when you're feeling down and out
all you have to do is shout
I'll be here forever more

SUICIDE PSA

Wrote this beauty a couple of years ago.  Performed a few times with The Echo & Sway, even to the point of being the first real performance piece I've ever used props for.  I've got another that I'll have to dig up, but this is enough for today.

I didn't want to write it then, and I certainly didn't want to publish it again, but I think a conversation needs to start.  I'm not sure what to say other than I'm tired of thinking about this crap.  

I know folks have it rougher than some, but seriously, The Beard is here for you.  

If you need someone to talk to because you've been affected by it, The Beard is here for you.  

If you're thinking about it, The Beard is here for you. 

Always.

Julie, Bob, and Roy, say it ain't so.

To Write:

Love in Her Arms

Your testament

is written here,

not for the cause

that I want to please you

but because I’m pleased

to want you.

Indelible ink

tattooed into my

veins, flooded

with the permanence of

your love

not to bring pain,

only the attention

to self, me

that I so greatly desire

above all things.

Unsure of which

direction to go,

sinews connecting the

horizontal and the

v

e

r

t

i

c

a

l

do not adjust your television set,

they must deem me crazy.

Slipping under

hot and cold

make no matter, either

way works just

as well.

It’s the sensitivity

to the pain

I’m losing

a cry for help

can’t say it

any other way.

God, how I plead

for an escape.