Doc, well written.

Anytime anywhere, let me know.

yea doc keep writing..

This is truly totaly AWESOME.

to give a title is to be for sale
so my rants in here dont deserve it- well...

what kind of commercial
what kind of billboard sign
what kind of damn thinking
can i give your aged mind
something that has few syllables
a rhyme on every line
something that has a rythm to it
to help you keep the time
i promise not to tread to deep
in waters above your head
and maybe if you read real slow
you'd understand what i said
keep it simple stupid
is a phrase i like to use
i've had to do it all my life
for people just like you
i hope that didnt confuse you
i hope your still with the class
i hope some day you will learn
theres many ways to kiss my ass
you see here- we are writing
creators of the same thing
and if i had to title this
i'd call it drama queen.

apologies are cheaped
by the over use of them all
in a time when we need them most
they never seem to call
and there we are
with our hands in the jar
afraid in the moment
that we took it to far
and the cats have the feathers
the dogs have the cats
the man has the dog
that he kicked at the mat
and when we say its over
it never really is
we sit right back and take in it all
cause we know we're full of shlt.

Well phrased and simple enough for everybody

something not about the woes me
as someone said i write.
all for her i write this thing
cause you know shes always right.

you are as prescious as a new born child
not allowed to take a breath
swimming alone in your darken world
youve tried to sway many souls from death
on the dirt, in an ungrateful time
to them you try to crawl
though try as you may, as hard as you may
you can never save them all
is it this one or that one
a choice sometimes made
the man or the woman or the little child
tell me which one did you save
people do not choose your chosen path
its a burden of love from the heart
and as much as it is, for all that it is
Ms. Alex it also sets you apart.


doc

Keep them coming doc.

Glad to see you are writing, Doc. Keep 'em coming.

Oceans

thanks guys, helps me to keep my rantings in check i think.

silence
not even a humm in the air
darkness
not sight of light anywhere
unfeeling
no sense of warth or cold
blank
the thought to behold
tasteless
as it can only be
sensless
black is all they see

to keep my writing
in here a public place
for you to read
to show my simple face
is a honor for me
to enlighten my minds
and bring you along
to see simpler times
but for now i must go
so some get their praise
pushing down pure intent
they only want their way
for them i am sad
bound by that hate
you can have an opinion
but nothing good on your plate
peace to them all
i hope they find a soul
we'll see in the end
but for now i'll just go






peace

waking up today in a blur
from all the dreams that last night i heard
ive been meaning to do some stuff for me
but the times gotten short
and no motivation to see
and all that i was
and all that i thought
seemed to fade away
as i watched the love rot
and i want to scream to your heavens
so its felt by all the bretheren
for f**ks sake give it a rest
you dont have to be my best
i will do what i can
for you to take a stand
but dont take it for granted
my eyes have been slanted
enough with my rantings
for you they dont mean a damn thing
and i know its to much
for that i am sorry
but for me to speak to you
is something i dont want a part of
but allow yourself a love
no matter from where its all good
something besides hate to make you smile
the way little kids should

no long drawn out thoughts
pleasant times turn to rot
the knowledge that was sought
has been abandoned, hands wrought


exit stage left, its been real. peace to you all who are not pretenders
or fake deceivers of truth. the rest of you bring my mojo down with your
bad vibes.


doc

i heard laughing little girls
playing on the merry go round
spinning in circles watching
strangers who kept coming around
not a care in the world
could i hear in their voice
i wondered about their future
and as if i had a choice
i saw bright wonderful visions
of a truth so pure
then in a flash of its brilliance
and i wasnt so sure
if their wild flowers
will ever still blossom
their trees spring to life
in the glory of the sun
still i know their lives
have not seen enough
in the times of uncertainty
i call on the love
and listen intently
for the laughing they shared
spinning round in the world
with not even a care

sometimes we care, but only sometimes
sometimes we share, but its only sometimes
sometimes we laugh, still only sometimes
sometimes we cry, mostly sometimes

heart filled with uncountable joys
little sights and sounds i love
i watch her sleep on her bed with peace
impatiently i wait for my good morning hug.

a laugh so pure and innocent
nothing pretencious in her
i love you daddy she says to me
but its more than the words i hear

someday my life will have ran its course
will i have done right in raising you
did i do my best, to help you with your tests
to make the right choices in all that you do

i wish i had all the answers
to every question that you had
but there out there for you to find
my advice given you from my dad

so many dreams have for you
to never feel pain
never have a heartbreak
success in everything

follow your heart
and to yourself be true
dont worry about the little stuff
because it wont worry about you

stand up for yourself
stand up for the right
stand up for the helpless
it helps ME sleep at night

but above all else
please dont grow up to fast
i want you to be daddys little girl
for as long as it lasts

Arisen from the ashes
the fire could not vanquish the soul
of the lessor man we were
than the ones we all know

Have i come back for the dead
have i come back for my mind
is there any reason to suit you
that some how we could find

I love every bit about you
I think your soul has beautiful lines
where are you tonight
are you walking through my mind?

so we are alive
as the world strums on by
the swells tell the story
as the surf washes the night

in a moon hung so heavy
what worries her weighted light
that only two were in the morning
and we finally had the sight

the second coming of den himself
arrogant and self assured
but one little moment of levity
pains of hurt to great be sure

and ....

hell bingo was his name oh
there goes the neighborhood