Rhymes with Dave

There was a hermit named Dave.
He kept an old whore in his cave.
She was minus a tit and smelled just like s*@t
But look at the money he saved.

Summer sky.

Brown eyes gaze,her heart's been razed.
locked in deep,around the monster creeps.
Oceans fill,from the tears she spills.
Fears set free, she'll never come to be.

Stars falling from this summer sky.
By and by the whole world ignites.
Dreams to be. Dreams, not for me.
The dry earth quakes, she begins to wake.

Brown eyes gaze upon the cursed face.
The souless beast,on her will never feast.
For he has fled, his heart's been bled.
Lost is he in his trite to-be

Stars falling from this summer sky.
By and by the whole world ignites.
Dreams to be. Dreams, not for me.
The dry earth quakes, she begins to wake.

Brown eyes gaze, upon the earth awake.
This place so green, could not be a dream.
life set free for her will always be.
A hint to take...I will never wake.

Stars falling from this summer sky.
By and by the whole world ignites.
Dreams to be. Dreams, for me.
The dry earth quakes, I begin to wake.

Amendment

The previous post was a shameless display of low self-esteem. I would like to distance myself from the afore mentioned statement. The fault lies solely on a closet case of MPD.

....the paper it's printed on.

Not worth the phone call.
Not worth giving up for.
Not worth the jealous roomate.
Not worth my reputation.
Not worth what others might think.
Not worth taking a chance on.
Not worth the risk.
Not worth the morning after.
Not worth the moment.
Not worth the drink.

Dave Vs. the scissor lift

Got in a fight with the scissor lift at work the other day. Have to say the lift won this one, as I'm lucky to have my head intact. A lot goes through your mind when you relise you might be resposible for your own decapitation. Anyway I got off with a sore head and swollen ear. I had no idea an ear could swell up to such a size. Not to mention the bruised ego.

Hey there.

I must have lost my mind.
Must have been the overtime.
All the self-imposed worry and busyness.
How could I forget?

Then out of nowhere it hits like a Mack Truck.
The deafening shatter of everything else.
All is quiet.
Through what's been heard or said, I'm taken back.
Now it's just you and me.
You and me.
Life was simple.


Are you ever proud of me?