Sand In Our Cracks

Sand in our cracks Breathing the ocean breeze As we’re makin’ sweet memories With Hawaiian Tropic oil on our sun kissed backs and warm white sand in our cracks Tired

Songs, not Poems

I write the songs That no one wants to hear People are indifferent To my concern and fear About my former lovers About guilt inside my heart For mucking up

Today’s Agenda

Today ain’t like any office day We’re gonna change it up a bit You might hate it, like it or love it But I hope you brought your mitt See

If I Had More Money

She didn’t break up with me Cause I said the wrong thing She didn’t cut me off permanently Cause she didn’t like the songs I’d sing when I’d serenade her

A Reunion Tale

A wave of nausea hit him as he walked through the halls He remembered their mocking and physical abuse They teased him heartlessly & kicked him in the balls But

Well Spoken Woman

No matter where I go, or who I’m around There’s a kind of gal I haven’t yet found She reads Town & Country Wears a little black dress She smells