When I Was Young & Dumb






When I was young & dumb

Pretty girls with no souls were a distraction

My fancy bounced from every girl
Who chanced to flirt

Somewhere along the time
I figured out my priorities

I dedicated my heart
Searching for something pure
Something genuine

I found her
I knew

Down the road
Ten plus years later
She is still mine

I love her all the more
She doesn’t need me
But she wants me anyway


Immune To A Power Surge


Immune to a power surge
I sit alone & quietly type
Not affected by technology
Refuse to be your modern gripe
I switched off my terrestrial radio
But I’ll still pound at these keys
I’m not cool or a trendy guy
I’m reserved, doing as I please
There’s never been an audience
Just a few genuine folks
Sharing myself sparingly
I’m better with these slow strokes
I’ll continue to conjure ideas
Preferring to use my typewriter
Nothing fancy; just a love of words
Old, but I can still pull an all nighter

Don’t Throw Words Around Needlessly


Don’t throw words around needlessly
Some of these schmucks have been around thirty years
Tried, tested & forged these unbreakable bonds
Held each other through heartache & tears
There is real meaning behind those words
Forever isn’t some witty concept or newfangled trend
It’s a genuine & authentic lifelong bond
For you’ll know I love you when I call you my friend

Please Lady, Don’t Fall For Me

Please lady, don’t fall for me

I’m really not that great of a guy

Pleading, upon a skinned knee

I can see genuine desire in your eyes

But I don’t know how much is true

I cannot give you any more

I’m not man enough for you

Besides, these loins are spoken for