Fallen Man

Its 1 o' clock in the middle of the dark
And I've just plain ran right out of luck.
Oh! Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
Its all been flushed right down the loo.
All my years I've been waiting for the past
Trying to win and not end up as last
I was talking love not looking at the lust
But now I'm tending wounds and scraping out the pus.
Oh! Yes, it's true! Yes, it's true!
Its all disappeared into the blue.
I, drained of power, am dismayed and put to shame,
With a bit in my mouth, I return from whence I came.

Anything's Fine

Anything's Fine

or 

Fur Denielle

Dearest Denielle, when I wrote this rhyme,
Everything about you came flooding to my mind.
Never left me, makes me think about you,
In the middle of the night, and when I'm sleeping too.
Every memory of words, everything we talked about,
Lays dormant, waits for a chance to come out.
Leaves me smiling, you crazy, maddening girl,
Everytime I think of you, I think about a pearl.

Lets be good friends of plain platonic gain,
Over years of sadness and many years of pain.
Virulent times our acquaintance cannot foil,
Even water will never float on oil.

Welcome to my world and my circle of friends,
In the seasons of life, there are only happy ends.
Till we meet again, at a later time,
Hail me when happy, or through lemon and lime.
Instead of just sulking, come readily to me,
Never'll turn you away but will listen for a fee.

Friends forever, is what we could be,
Riverside escapades, adventures so free.
Inexplicable bonds of companionship,
Everlasting and eternal, priceless friendship.
Never dying, never failing, we only speak our minds,
Doing what we do best, yet sharing all our finds.
Snaking through our lives, all meaning may be lost,
Health and wealth, fame and fortune, away may all be tossed.
In our best and our worst, through bad times and fine,
Promise me that ours will always ever be truly yours and mine.

I Am A Rock

A winter's day 
In a deep and dark December; 
I am alone, 
Gazing from my window to the streets below 
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

I've built walls, 
A fortress deep and mighty, 
That none may penetrate. 
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. 
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

Don't talk of love, 
But I've heard the words before; 
It's sleeping in my memory. 
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. 
If I never loved I never would have cried. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

I have my books 
And my poetry to protect me; 
I am shielded in my armor, 
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. 
I touch no one and no one touches me. 
I am a rock, 
I am an island. 

And a rock feels no pain; 
And an island never cries.

Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel