put on a glove
and give it a shove
it feels pretty good
but i don't call it love
to me love is sweet
and always unique
with a person i love
holding hands is a treat
so call me old fashoned
or call me a bore
but to me sex is just sex
and it's love i adore
by martin
we walk alone
together as one
one a shadow
the other blood and bone
trying to find our way home
the breathing head
on walking dead
thinks of words
left unsaid
now his and his alone
under the mud
now drained of blood
his bones will last
as will his past
he's finally made it home
by martin
trailor park trash
taken out weekly
by garbage collectors
and local police
trailor park nurses
dress down every night
for a moments delight ... and
a new injection site
trailor house boys
work in the galley
of vasoline alley
for trinkets and toys
trailor park turds
don't say any words
as they shoot out of pitbulls
and land by the curbs
trailor house moms
won't answer thier doors
a police man might shoot them
for just being poor ...
then steal all thier cash
smoke thier kids stash
and toss thier warm bodies
into the trash
by martin
i hate training !
it takes the fun out of my running
you know ...
turns it into a job
marathon in 7 weeks
it's gonna kill me
but i wont die
till i cross the finish line
i'm glad i marathoned last year
i know what i'm in for
i'm not afraid
it's not like it's gonna kill me
i need a vacation
by martin
they leave you when you're down
and call themselfs friends
best, fair weather, old, new ...
the list goes on
but when it really counts ...
this is my life
no buddies and no wife
just needy, selfish, so called friends
who wonder why i pray
for god to take me away to ...
maybe down is not attractive
maybe fake smiles and lies
make a person more desireable
the booze and drugs used to make that easy
and i was everybodys friend
truth to all
deals with god
12 step meetings and ...
integeraty
have left me me
totally alone in this world.
by martin
revealed to him
on the mountain of the 10
a fleeting glance
a single chance
at god
or so it says
in a book ... i forget what it's called
i could go to hell for that
not really ... but maybe
oh god !
moses saw god
but couldn't really describe god
with just one look
he saw everything ... and nothing
god ?
i see a refletion
in the mirror
with just one look
i see myself
reflecting god
by martin
the dead are dead forever.
they always have some time.
time to be remembered
for what they did in life.
as long as they're remembered
thier time will never end.
so if you've lost someone you love
think about your friend.
think about their laughter.
think about their cries.
as long as they are in your thoughts
the dead will never die
by martin
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