haha COOL!! thanks laebedahs. I love rock and i love country so i'll take that one as a compliment

I would love to be able to write a good ballad... ive tried but they all end up either too cheesy or depressing. I have a few country droving books and i really like this one called Vale Rusty Reagan. It makes me think about all the times I avoid a drunk at our local little inn, or everytime i've ever known of an old town drunk. We have a few of them come by in our little country town, and i never associate with them, but these words made me think about a few of them in a light i never had before. I wish i could write something that could do that to people. move them as it moved me.

Vale Rusty Reagan

Old Rusty Reagan’s cashed his chips
No more he’ll go on droving trips,
And no more grog will pass the lips
Of drunken Rusty Reagan.
He died of drink, or so they say
Or pure neglect, but anyway
The sands of time have slipped away
For luckless Rusty Reagan.

Although he camped upon the flat
The bar was his true habitat
And home was underneath the hat
Of drifter Rusty Reagan
There’s none to say from whence he came
Not sure, in fact ,if that’s his name
To Rusty, though, its all the same
Dead finish Rusty Reagan

No relatives with reddened eyes
Will weep at Rusty’s sad demise
No lowered flag at half-mast flies
To honour Rusty Reagan
We’ll miss perhaps his ugly dial,
His raucous voice and toothy smile
We’ll miss him for a little while
Then forget Rust Reagan

Perhaps somewhere someone will wait
A mother, sister, brother, mate
Who’ll wonder as they vainly wait
For absent Rusty Reagan
I’d like to think some tears might fall
For Rusty’s ilk, no-hopers all
Who answer that last trumpet call
Unmourned like Rusty Reagan.

excellent. :thumbsup: :thumbsup:

Written in 2001 "Just lay there". Written just weeks before a terrible demise of a very unique relationship.

JUST LAY THERE

Laying there was all you had to do
to keep me satisfied and in love with you
sleeping next to you is a "de ja vous"
that will always be welcomed

Your beatiful body protects me
and keeps me safe from harm
i feel safe and secure
beneath the embrace of your loving arms.

the resisitance of your kisses
is a challenge i've not yet met
they are beautiful, and my chest thumps
at your lips - so warm and so wet

Lay there beside me forever...
You and me sleeping together

I love you

so just lye there

Its all you have to do,
To keep me satisfied and in love with you.

Very nicely done.

But the "lye" (typo?) there threw me for a second the first time I read it. :lol:

Rusty Reagan is great -- I love those pint-in-the-air singalong type songs

No typo, sometimes a lie is the only thing that can keep you happy.

Flight Plan
 

Boarding the plane my heart flutters, to think of impending compaction.
The tears well, the stomach turns and the bones begin their contraction
Over and over i repeat, never again will i risk my ties that bind
With a searching for beauty that without them, I may as well be blind.

through media and mayhem, ill witness my dreams that go by
and never reach those destinations through the perils of the sky.

When I’m old and living has passed and the flesh that set forth me is gone,
There will, only then, be no fear - and, like an arrow, i can allow my travels to be born.

I know, but while a white lie might do that, sodium hydroxide (lye) is only good for making soap. ;)

And melting dead bodies to hide the evidence.

oooh yeah, you american spellers. all your i's e's and Zee's

I was always taught to spell lye (as in laying down) as lye? maybe it is Lay? would that be correct?

:D

Up on this hemisphere, I learned it as lie, lay, lain, lying and lies.

Grown Tired
 

Quarter my love, like William Wallace
Send it 'round the world to all four corners
i will let it be taken
and watch all of its layers unfurl

Less turbulent the love will be
when at last it is set free
for I've grown tured and need to rest
without this fighting in my chest.

SunSparkz, you are very talented. I do like the way you use language. I particularly liked 'William'. Very moving.

I also liked this verse "The air that you breathe in this suburb,
Eventually comes down my lungs too
And the red light you stopped for this morning
Is the same green that let me pass through."

fall kissing to my knees - but fall right throgh the floor
 

The beats fill up my head, like top 40 demons releasing twisted endorphins into my brain

Too much Excitement, from the gaze of your bedroom eyes, allows my common sense to wane

Your judgmental acceptance was a craving - that left me broken and naked to your flames


I don't think my skin can handle the aging smoke that fills the air

From the barrels of prematurely cocked guns, ablaze with ego and misguided flair

Thinking i had found love, i was just dizzy from the super-hold gel in your hair.


You had nothing I could use or need. I thought i was smarter than to let lust lure me in

I guess it is like Stienman says - we're endlessly searching for an original sin

And you let me leave you, without a battle - because you knew that I would win