The circle

They kept the circle from the Ryman,A piece that has been graced by so many starsBut Susan’s floor is where they ended upWhen they were kicked out of the bars Where is Susan’s floor now?Does anyone give significance to the place?For pickers that you may not have knownit turned them into a familiar face Kris

Words for Sarah

On the night of your testI was far from at my bestYet I hope I made you smileIt was a karaoke barAnd I was far from a starBut I sang to you in my style You were always on my mindYou were always on my mind On waking to meet the dayIn that bed I

The Ill-Treated Warrior

He walked out of the stationThis hero of our nationHis arms bound behind his backHe’d come back to an empty homeNothing to eat, not even a boneHis crime was sleeping in a sack Stood to be judged by twelve of his peersThe breath scented by last nights beersAnd clearly he craved the nextBut no-one heard

Give Him An Inch

Give him an inch, He’ll take a mileBut he’ll only keep it a little whileA little while is all he needsHe took the flower and picked each petalConvinced her that he was the kind to settleBut left only the thorns in the weeds Yet she was stronger than he thoughtAnd too well knew just what

One Last Look

She won’t hear the words I am sayingBelieving my actions won’t hold trueAlthough I dearly love herAnd that won’t change with a beer or two. I will drink away the memoryTill I can no longer seeSee her lookin’ back at meAs she walks off down the street It was just one last lookThe end of

Waiting by the bay

Stood in the doorway with you in my arms,What I would’ve given to stayI dream of riches that lie in waitAnd I plan to return the dayI took claim to what was waiting for me by the bay The first part of the journey was easyThe first flowers appeared that MayBut the road was still

The father’s will

It is for the father to remove me from his willTo make me unwelcome in the mansion on the hillTo summon my soul when my body is stillIt is for him alone to remove me from his will. I am just surviving living life my way,May be right, may be wrong, but who is to