The Maker

The Maker Song by Daniel Lanois Black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted line I'm a stranger In the eyes of the maker I could not see for the fog in my eyes I could not feel for the fear in my life From across the great divide In the distance I saw a light Walking to me with the maker My body is bent and broken By a long and dangerous sleep I can't work the Fields of Abraham And turn my head away In the hands of the maker Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming swords there over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the maker Burning in the eyes of the maker Burning in the eyes of the maker Burning in the eyes of the maker Oh river rise from your sleep

"The Stranger (Two Souls in Communion)"

Time once again for this one. Credited to Ron "Pigpen" McKernan What are they seeing, when they look in each other's eyes? What are they feeling, when they see each other smile? Is it love, I don't know - or an emotion that I've outgrown? Did I take a wrong turn on life's winding road? Won't somebody help me find the right way to go? My life need some correction, alteration in [and?] direction. Won't somebody stand by [comfort?] me - yes, I'm lost, yes, I'm lost, Yes, I'm lost. What is the secret of this tie that binds? [time of mine?] Two souls in communion, both body and mind. Is it special magic, or just the nature of things? Conceived of [Come see the?] great spirit, not for beggars but for kings. You who have found it please help me along. I'm a man, I'm a man, - I'm not made out of stone. My needs they are simple, I don't want anything, but I surely want to fly on those wings, on the run, one more time. All I wanna do, fly up, fly home. Fly on those wings of love, fly up, fly home, I'm a stranger [a staying?] in your town, fly up, fly home, Help me somebody please! Fly up, fly home. I wake up early in the morning, fly up, fly home, you know I never saw you babe, fly up, fly home. I just can't seem to understand, can't seem to understand what's wrong, fly up, fly home. What I wanna do is take a little ride with you, on the wings of love, woh-oh one more time, one more time.

Dottie

So can I say it really sucks ass being married and alone with a heartless life sucking bitch of which there is no escape lol. Just once maybe pay attention to me you husband of 40 fucking years. I do like being able to travel and see the world but it would be so much better to not be alone because my wife has no heart or soul.

Waiting on a friend

Watching girls passing by, it ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls passing by, the tales they tell of men I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend A smile relieves a heart that grieves, remember what I said I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend Just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Don't need a whore I don't need no booze Don't need a virgin priest But I need some one I can cry to I need someone to protect Ooh, making love and breaking hearts, it is a game for youth But I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend Just waiting on a friend Waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend, waiting on a friend Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger

Well a venting of sorts

People suck and once again I got sucked in to that Black Hole I had written about. All I was doing was looking for a friend and someone to hang with and I was a stupid dumbass blinded by someone 20 years younger with a smile that melted my heart. I looked into your eyes and you not once told me you had someone that you have now called your SO. I told you I don't get angry anymore and that is true but I don't like my heart getting ripped out. This is how I heal by writing about my feelings and how I am affected by what went down. Did I say I am a dumbass. I'm just glad that I have lots o money or I might be more upset then I am because I am out almost $450 in tickets and $500 in a chain and necklace that I would not of given you if I had known your truth. In the end I hope you are hurting but I suspect now that will not be the case but I can dream lol. Take care my little Alabama Getaway and next time try not to use the kind and gentle old guy who talked to you when you sat down next to him. We will always have Mexico. For future reference put on your social media that you have an SO as there is nothing what so ever there and it just might avoid a heartbreak. "Box of Rain" Words by Robert Hunter; music by Phil Lesh Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. Look out of any window any morning, any evening, any day Maybe the sun is shining birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky - What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you - What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you're sleeping? Well please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear through to another day I know it's been seen before through other eyes on other days while going home -- What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through? It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago Walk into splintered sunlight Inch your way through dead dreams to another land Maybe you're tired and broken Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear What do you want me to do to do for you to see you through A a box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through Just a box of rain - wind and water - Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on Sun and shower - Wind and rain - in and out the window like a moth before a flame It's just a box of rain I don't know who put it there Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare But it's just a box of rain or a ribbon for your hair Such a long long time to be gone and a short time to be there Such a long long time to be gone, such a short time to be.

That time once again

I know I was being presumptuous when I sent you what I sent. I found someone who I thought liked what I liked and was fun to be around. I didn't ask for you to do anything and left it at that. I was only looking for a friend who I could travel with and be on my arm "Looks Like Rain" Words by John Perry Barlow Barlow has posted his lyrics Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission I woke today And felt your side of bed The covers were still warm where you'd been layin'. You were gone... My heart was filled with dread. You might not be sleepin' here againvel w [Chorus:] It's alright, 'cause I love you. And that's not gonna change. Run me round, make me hurt again and again. But I'll still sing you love songs Written in the letters of your name. And brave the storm to come, For it surely looks like rain. Did you ever waken to the sound Of street cats makin' love And guess from their cries You were listenin' to a fight? Well, you know... Hate's just the last thing they're thinkin' of. They're only trying to make it through the night. [Chorus:] I only want to hold you. I don't want to tie you down. Or fence you in the lines I might have drawn. It's just that I've gotten used to Havin' you around. My landscape would be empty If you were gone. [Rain, rain, go away...]

Still here

Sup world, I'm still here and free of cancer. I have even allowed myself to be sucked down into a black hole being stopped just short of the event horizon. Time is moving really really slow and I am wanting to step out and away from the edge. Life is good but it could be better. Rant mode on. It really does suck big hairy balls (unless you are into that sort of thing, not I) to be married for health insurance, money and not for companionship and love. It's been so fucking long, will you ever forgive me for my transgressions that you were 50% of. I have needs that you are unwilling to even consider. At least when the time comes I know I will be able to survive hell because I survived being married to you and if that's not hell I don't know what is.