The Distance
I hear her in the distance
Yet cannot see her face
She was here a few hours ago
But vanished without a trace
I remember us talking
About was, when & where
It was the liquor-
Not me, talking
When I told her I didn't care
Soon as I said the words
She was up & on the run
If only I could fix it
To undo what had been done
It's the process of elimination
That's tearing me apart
With one fell swoop
Gone is my lover & my heart
Loneliness is a brutal way of being
Sadness & depression light the way
Self-destruction lurks in my house
I don't wish it to stay
I hear her in the distance
Yet don't seem to give a shit
I barely remember her leaving
Right after she threw a fit
What was that she said?
What was my reply?
Take another drink
Release a thoughtful sigh
Jimbo
11-18-04
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Time To Think
TIME TO THINK
I have a lot of time spent
with the blast hood on my head
alone with my thoughts
most of which are
better left unsaid
I have contemplated life
and have retraced many steps
many hours have gone by
immersed in these depths
Of all the things I think about
you seem to show up most
together we have walked the beach
after driving Blue up the coast
wading in the tide
of some great ocean far away
have sat watching the sun
plunge deeper towards the bay
reality comes for me
as I blast the metal clean
all the dust I stir up
becomes the newest scene
threw the haze I reach out
and can barely grab a view
I am pleasantly surprised
to see that it is you
"where are we off to this time?"
I ask as if you know
in my head we are really good at
traveling to and fro
Off to some new adventure
or maybe to relive the past
my mind tends to wander
and the scenery changes fast
one moment we are swimming
and the next we are laying in the bed
I lose my self inside you
as you get lost inside my head
I am thankful that I have you
and grateful that your true
I don't know if I deserve you
I'm just glad you said "I Do"!
Jimbo
8-19-03
©All copyrights remains with the author
I have a lot of time spent
with the blast hood on my head
alone with my thoughts
most of which are
better left unsaid
I have contemplated life
and have retraced many steps
many hours have gone by
immersed in these depths
Of all the things I think about
you seem to show up most
together we have walked the beach
after driving Blue up the coast
wading in the tide
of some great ocean far away
have sat watching the sun
plunge deeper towards the bay
reality comes for me
as I blast the metal clean
all the dust I stir up
becomes the newest scene
threw the haze I reach out
and can barely grab a view
I am pleasantly surprised
to see that it is you
"where are we off to this time?"
I ask as if you know
in my head we are really good at
traveling to and fro
Off to some new adventure
or maybe to relive the past
my mind tends to wander
and the scenery changes fast
one moment we are swimming
and the next we are laying in the bed
I lose my self inside you
as you get lost inside my head
I am thankful that I have you
and grateful that your true
I don't know if I deserve you
I'm just glad you said "I Do"!
Jimbo
8-19-03
©All copyrights remains with the author
Monday, September 27, 2010
Drinking Less
Drinking Less
Try to figure
Dreading change
Always different
Kinda strange
Loving one
Not another
Friends are family
Unrelated brother
Don't test me
Cause I know
We need something
Maybe overthrow
Drinking less
Eating more
Future present
What's in store?
Break your back
Crack my knuckle
As you cry
I have to chuckle
jimbo
01-18-01
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Try to figure
Dreading change
Always different
Kinda strange
Loving one
Not another
Friends are family
Unrelated brother
Don't test me
Cause I know
We need something
Maybe overthrow
Drinking less
Eating more
Future present
What's in store?
Break your back
Crack my knuckle
As you cry
I have to chuckle
jimbo
01-18-01
©All copyrights remains with the author
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Toxic Shame
Toxic Shame
Who is to blame?
Must be you again
Guess I will never win
You are to blame
With your toxic shame
I try to stay away
I will refuse to play
I’ve got no circle to complete
Got no dead horses to beat
You’ve got no business here
Tread lightly if you dare
For now, I know the game
It is called Toxic Shame
You handed it to me like a birthright
I didn’t put up much of a fight
Just accepted every lie
As my inside started to die
This problem will end with me
My daughters will benefit, you will see
I don’t doubt what you thought was true
Why you subscribed to that ideology
I have no clue
What’s best for you is worst for me
With your blinders on you couldn’t see
Free from blinders I can view
Exactly what the Toxic Shame
Has done to you
Jimbo
12-06-02
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Who is to blame?
Must be you again
Guess I will never win
You are to blame
With your toxic shame
I try to stay away
I will refuse to play
I’ve got no circle to complete
Got no dead horses to beat
You’ve got no business here
Tread lightly if you dare
For now, I know the game
It is called Toxic Shame
You handed it to me like a birthright
I didn’t put up much of a fight
Just accepted every lie
As my inside started to die
This problem will end with me
My daughters will benefit, you will see
I don’t doubt what you thought was true
Why you subscribed to that ideology
I have no clue
What’s best for you is worst for me
With your blinders on you couldn’t see
Free from blinders I can view
Exactly what the Toxic Shame
Has done to you
Jimbo
12-06-02
©All copyrights remains with the author
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Face
“Face”
What’s your core
Soft or hard?
So damn wild your
Life is scared
You drink
With the enemy
A toast
To the dead
Out on Thin ice
You so often tread
No tie
For this guy
With a face-full
Of shit
There is gold in most holes
And a hooter that’s lit
Take a ride in Calypso
The funky green truck
We’ve a date with destiny
So let’s test our luck
Jimbo 6-18-00
©All copyrights remains with the author
What’s your core
Soft or hard?
So damn wild your
Life is scared
You drink
With the enemy
A toast
To the dead
Out on Thin ice
You so often tread
No tie
For this guy
With a face-full
Of shit
There is gold in most holes
And a hooter that’s lit
Take a ride in Calypso
The funky green truck
We’ve a date with destiny
So let’s test our luck
Jimbo 6-18-00
©All copyrights remains with the author
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