To Catch a Dream Part 2

Adios!	For Mom	Love Me or Leave Me	Our Government	Soft Moon Rising
Face of an Angel	Her Scent	Low Maintenance Woman	Out of the Darkness	Softly She Flows
Fall from Grace	House of Cards	Measure of Love	Out of the Fog	Tread Lightly
Fear Not	Leap of Faith	Oceans of Love	Passion's Embrace	Wasted Time
Field of Battle	Little Boy Lost	Opening of the Door	Poisoning	Winds of Change

Native American graphics courtesy of

She bears no responsibility,
for anything she does.
She needs no rhyme or reason,
she does things just because.

I asked, she wouldn't answer me,
she feels that she's too good.
I tried to her to explain to me,
the things I misunderstood.

I'd been injured and I hurt so bad,
the operation, drawing near.
I needed for her to be with me,
I'd made that very clear.

She told me that she loved me,
that she'd be by my side.
But when the time had finally come,
she up and took a ride.

She went to play with family,
to be with her special "friend."
She hurt me so very deeply,
and the wound will never mend.

I felt that she'd betrayed me,
and it hurt so deep in my heart.
She took the love that I gave her,
and she tore it all apart.

She says that she's sorry,
for the things that she has done.
But it's too late for that now,
I'm gonna miss you, hon!...Adios!

She really makes me mad at times,
and my anger gets the best.
I wish she wouldn't do this,
wouldn't put me to the test.

At times like this I feel I've failed,
to be her loving man.
I don't know what to say to her,
I done the best I can.

My anger makes me say things,
that I don't really mean.
And later I regret them,
and it's time then to come clean.

I haven't told you often enough,
when I look into your face.
I see the face of an angel,
of the woman that I embrace.

I've really placed my trust in you,
I've given you my heart.
I get so very lonesome now,
when the two of us are apart.

In time our lives will settle down,
however long it might take.
And I'll see the face of an angel,
every morning when I wake...I love you.

It's funny the lessons we didn't learn,
past history we didn't heed.
Like the fallen Roman Empire,
we're lost in lust and greed.

The goodness of what was in your heart,
was once the measure of a man.
But not we're willing to sell our souls,
to gain what wealth we can.

Evil, wicked people
are looked UP to for their worth.
We're taught to worship the dollar,
it seems, almost from birth.

Honesty, love and compassion,
well they don't pay the bills!
Who cares about your neighbor?
Who cares about his ills?

First thing most women ask about,
when seeking out a beau,
is how much money does he make,
how much is he willing to blow?

They'll accept that his heart is empty,
as long as his wallet's fat!
So what if the guy's an awful jerk,
he's got money, what's wrong with that?

So what if she doesn't love him?
That's not what it's all about.
It's about the things that money buys,
she'll find "love" when she steps out.

So what if I don't have alot,
my woman loves me true.
I think that's what it's all about,
but I can't speak for you.

Fear not, my love,
come walk with me awhile.
Take me hand, hold me close,
let's walk these last few miles.

Together we'll look for the future,
and forget about the past.
For us this may be a fleeting thing,
or maybe this love will last.

The future is full of uncertainty,
at best it's a roll of the dice.
You have to be willing to gamble,
and you may have to pay a price.

Nothing that's worth having,
ever comes without a cost.
You have to be willing to stay in the game,
to find out if you've won or lost.

At times you have to fold a hand,
when the cards you're dealt are bad.
When you take a chance on happiness,
you sometimes end up sad.

You might just lost a game or two,
but don't let it get you down.
As sure as the sun sets in the west,
there's another game in town.

There's always another hand to play,
take heart in this, my friend.
You might just draw a winning hand,
and be happy in the end.

The battle lines were drawn for us,
so long ago it seems.
We both squared off for a bitter war,
gone were the hopes and the dreams.

We donned our armor, picked up our shields,
and set to the task at hand.
With steely eyes and tightened jaws,
we waited for the first blow to land.

It started at first with token blows,
with anger held at bay.
Reluctant to draw the first blood,
but determined to win the day.

You struck the first near fatal blow,
as your dagger grazed my heart.
If I had been a lesser man,
you would have torn me apart.

But I was not in this fight to lose,
from the pain I did arise.
From those who came before you,
I'd grown older, more battle wise.

I fought back with a vengance,
as my blood boiled deep inside.
T'was you who chose to pick this fight,
this was not time to shirk or hide.

You'd sent your lackey in the dark,
with her dagger, to make me bleed.
I sent her back with a warning,
one that you didn't heed.

You seem surprised at my viciousness,
no prisoners will be taken.
You took what was a gentle heart,
and caused the beast to awaken.

It didn't have to be this way,
you forced me into this battle.
Be careful who you poke and prod,
beware whose cage you rattle.

The blows have finally stopped now,
as we stand on this bloodied field.
Two hearts broken and torn inside,
but neither side will yield.

Gone are the hugs and kisses,
the friendship we once shared.
The nights we lay together in bed,
knowing how much we both cared.

What's left is a bittersweet memory,
of a love that's now in the past.
Of a love that burned deep inside,
of a love that didn't last.

Of what we both once cherished,
nothing can be found.
There's just this field of battle,
and our blood upon its ground.

In loving memory of my Mom, who died 5/24/01 at age 68 of cancer. May she rest in peace. (added 5/29/01)

Lay me down in a field of clover,
give me peace when it's over.
Although we'll seem so far apart,
save me a place inside your heart.

I only hope you understood,
that I did the very best I could.
Remember the good times that we had,
cherish those good times and forget the bad.

It was never easy being me,
for I was only human, you see.
I watched you stumble, I watched you fall,
and I tried to see you through it all.

But the Lord is calling and I must go,
there's just one thing I want you to know.
I lived my life for my family,
and you children were the world to me...I love you all.

As we lay there in the bed tonight,
your scent was all around me.
Distinct as the stroke of an artist's brush,
and I was happy as could be.

I buried my face in your hair so soft,
and slowly drank in the smell.
Your scent was so familiar,
I know it oh so well.

As I drifted down around your neck,
the smell began to change.
The scent of your skin is different,
but it's you and it isn't strange.

You could give me a hundred women,
and I'd still pick out your scent.
It smells of love and laughter,
and the time together we've spent.

As we make love to each other,
in the passions of the night.
It's a different scent I draw from you,
as I drift off holding you tight...I love you.

You built us a house of cards, my love,
all full of hopes and dreams.
The foundation wasn't solid though,
nothing was what it seemed.

Your life was shrouded in mystery,
nothing was very clear.
Aside from your gentle words of love,
there was nothing of substance, dear.

You may have thought you had me fooled,
but there was always that lingering doubt.
You may have even fooled yourself,
was that what this was about?

It's true I fell in love with you,
or at least with what you seemed.
But I know the difference is what is real,
and what is often dreamed.

I gave you almost all my love,
but I held a little back.
Pieces of the puzzle are missing,
and you hold the ones I lack.

If something seems too good to be true,
then more than likely it's not.
I had to hold just a little bit back,
or be put on a terrible spot.

I never fully trusted in you,
for all I knew you were married!
I don't know how many ghosts you have,
or how many truths you've buried!

You leave behind your promises,
behind you are broken dreams.
You live in a world of illusions,
where nothing is what it seems.

I feel for those before me,
and for those who soon will follow.
For inside that pretty exterior,
lies a heart that appears to be hollow...for you, Candy.

We've both been hurt so many times,
we've forgotten how to trust.
But if we want to love again,
we know we really must.

We know we have a chance now,
it we really try.
We have to trust our hearts, dear,
and know that they won't lie.

The thought that love will be returned,
is really hard to swallow.
But now we've reached a fork in the road,
which one ya think we should follow?

The one is a familiar road,
we've traveled it so long.
The other is full of uncertainty,
to walk it, we have to be strong.

I know it takes a "Leap of Faith,"
to travel this other road.
At times we'll have to walk uphill,
and under a heavy load.

The path is full of frustration,
of anger and of pain.
It's also full of love and joy,
and there's oh so much to gain.

I'm not you, but me, my love,
and that will always be true.
But just remember this, my love,
you're not me, but you.

The little boy lost grew silent,
as the clock ticked on towards five.
Dad would be there any minute,
he wondered if he'd survive.

The beatings had become severe now,
and Mom wouldn't interfere.
The only thing that he could do,
was to silently face his fear.

He knew he wouldn't cry out loud,
he'd take it like a man.
Although he was a little boy,
he'd be as tough as he can.

At times he wasn't really sure,
what he'd done that was so wrong.
But he knew it was time for his beating,
and he'd have to be very strong.

Dad didn't allow the boy to cry,
that only made him mad.
Then the beating only got worse,
as was, they were pretty bad.

At least he had his brother,
to help to keep him sane.
Together they would face their fears,
together they'd face the pain.

The little boy grew to a man one day,
his life had carried the cost.
For inside this man of forty five,
he remains a little boy lost.

I have no time for games now,
so love me or leave me be.
The time for playing is over,
that's just how it has to be.

It's true that I really love you,
but I'm not an ignorant man.
Playing all these mind games,
doesn't fit in with my plans.

I'll never know what spurs you on,
your need to play with my mind.
But you seem to underestimate me,
you count on my being kind.

The love I give is precious,
and it's not meant to be spurned.
You'll see how fast I withdraw it,
if I feel it's not returned.

Yeah, I might regret it,
it seems I always do.
But I'm not giving up my self respect,
especially over you!

I'll suffer all those sleepless nights,
but at least I'll have my pride.
No one will know I've suffered,
they'll never know I cried.

I know that I'll get over you,
it soon won't mean a thing.
Just a lot of heartache,
and the suffering that you bring.

You'll find out just how cold I get,
when faced with these silly games.
You'll end up just a thing of the past,
one of the faceless names.

High maintenance women are kinda neat,
real pretty and all of that.
But I've been there before and I'm here to tell you,
they're not where the real fun is at.

They're of the opinion their shit don't stink,
and to them, the rules don't apply.
They whine and cry when they don't get their way,
they're the first ones to tell you a lie.

They want to be placed on a pedestal,
up there for you to adore.
They scheme, connive and want to be praised,
They're everything I abhor.

I'll take my low maintenance woman,
for I know she loves me true.
I simply just have to treat her real good,
that's all I need to do.

She might not look like a knockout,
but she sure as hell don't hurt my eyes!
I can relax in a comfortable state of mind,
no conniving or scheming or lies.

She's got a nice, tight, little body,
and she knows how to act her age.
I don't have to put up with tantrums,
or feel the brunt of her rage.

She'd never intentionally offend me,
she's more prone to be the one hurt.
I'm comfortable out on the town with her,
she's just not the type to flirt.

She gives me her full attention,
in return I give her mine.
And I think if I stick with her this time,
things will be just fine!

Have you ever stopped to ponder love,
what it's all about?
Love is unconditional,
there's never room for doubt.

For some, love means I'm with you,
as long as times are good.
It's likely they'll never know love,
they've always misunderstood.

Love is not a fleeting thing,
it doesn't come and go.
You feel it deep down in your heart,
it's there and you always know.

It's clinging to a loved one,
their body wracked with pain.
It's not how much a person has,
or how much you can gain.

It's looking deep within their eyes,
the windows to their soul.
Giving them all that's in your heart,
to make their heart feel whole.

Love is the soft and gentle touch,
of a hand upon your face.
Love is not a fluid thing,
it's something mere time can't erase.

Love shows its face in anger,
when your heart is full of pain.
Love is also forgiveness,
so that you can be happy again.

Love is the passion that burns inside,
and never goes away.
This poem is truly a measure of love,
and that's all that I can say...I love you.

My love is like the ocean,
as deep and just as wide.
You may never understand it,
may never know me inside.

At times it seems so clear,
so deep and oh, so blue,
I wonder if you feel it,
the way I feel for you.

You cannot change the ocean,
you cannot change my heart.
The more you try to change it,
the more we drift apart.

The tides will come, the tides will go,
it's something you can't change.
My thoughts were born so long ago,
they can't be rearranged.

The ocean, it just can't be tamed,
you have to ride it out.
You have to place your trust in it,
there is no room for doubt.

My heart is much that way, my dear,
so wild oh, so free.
You have to learn to ride me out,
and place your trust in me...I love you.

And it slammed shut,
she'd done this before.
It was a bitter sound,
of her heart's slamming door.

The sound echoed cold,
and it chilled my heart.
The realization,
that we'd now be apart.

So I wandered around,
didn't know where to go.
My heart was so heavy,
my thoughts were so slow.

I went kinda wild,
and I didn't much care.
My heart had been broken,
and the love wasn't there.

And then one day,
I saw your green eyes.
And in them saw a heart,
that would tell me no lies.

At first I resisted,
but the feelings were strong.
I know in my heart,
it should have been you all along.

As we stood and I held you,
as I'd held you before.
In your breath was the whisper,
of an opening door...your heart.

Have you ever pondered government?
Who it works for and how?
If you've never really given it thought,
what say we do so now?

We live in a "democracy,"
at least that's what they say.
It's supposed to represent us,
but it doesn't work out that way.

In order to be elected to "serve,"
you need a lot of money.
And the way they go about raising it,
isn't very funny.

They go to the ones who have the cash,
corporations and the rich.
THOSE are the people that they "serve,"
now isn't that a bitch?

If our forefathers knew it had come to this,
they'd roll over in their graves.
If they knew that to the corporate world,
we'd been sold as unwilling slaves.

Money controls the media,
and they put out the word.
The truth of what is happening,
is seldom ever heard.

Republican vs. Democrat,
there's a difference, yes, it's true.
But who does either side represent?
Surely not me or you!

The Republican is so brazen,
they slop at the public trough with pride.
They represent the rich folk,
it's a fact that they don't hide.

The Democrats are more cunning,
with magician's sleight of hand.
They claim to represent the little guy,
buy they wear special interests' brand.

This isn't what they had in mind,
when our country was conceived.
It's all so warped and twisted now,
who'd have ever believed?

"By the people, of the people and for the people,"
the words have a noble sound!
But it doesn't even resemble that now,
corruption does abound!

We need to get a grip on things,
and reel those scoundrels in.
But they're the ones in charge now,
so where do we begin?

You see it's all about money now,
it's not about us anymore.
Special interests have become the "pimps,"
and our government's just a whore!

For so long I traveled in darkness,
everything around me a blur.
The booze, the women, the night life,
when it all started, I'm not sure.

It's so easy to be seduced there,
so hard to find your way back.
In all the things of the darkness,
you look for what you lack.

For so long I didn't know what it was,
that I was looking for.
With every chance I had to find it,
came the slamming of a door.

I got to where I didn't care,
the darkness was all I had.
The wildness in me had been released,
I was getting pretty bad.

Then somehow I started to change,
I started to see the light.
I know I can get back into it,
but I'm in for a hell of a fight.

The rewards of the light are many,
the rewards of the darkness are few.
I need to come out of the darkness,
to find my way back to you.

Life seemed oh so simple once,
like falling off a log.
I had it all, a house, a pool,
two daughters and a dog.

I thought I'd found my center then,
it's a feeling I'll never forget.
Did I really think I had it made?
Well sure I did, you bet!

I settled into the "good life,"
at least that's how it seemed.
Life appeared so crystal clear,
I was living the dreams I'd dreamed.

But I was stuck in a loveless marriage,
and the reality was rather stark.
As the fog slowly settled in,
and my life began to grow dark.

The things I thought made me happy,
the things I'd held dear to my heart.
Suddenly seemed so meaningless,
as my world slowly crumbled apart.

The marriage I thought so important,
slowly faded, became so obscure.
And I didn't mourn its passing,
I was free then, that was for sure!

I drifted off to the night life,
an illusion I knew too well!
It's a smoky world of confusion,
a mixture of Heaven and Hell.

A number of years I wandered,
not knowing right from wrong.
I was living out my fantasies,
in a world where I didn't belong.

And I slowly began to realise,
that the night life wasn't for me.
That I didn't have to be wild,
just in order to be free.

The values I'd had, so long ago,
began to work their way back.
I realized the thing I was missing,
the thing that I needed, but lack.

A woman to cherish, who loves me,
the one who will hold me tight.
As I slowly rise up out of the fog,
and make my way back to the light...some day.

As I bask in the softness,
of your skin against mine.
My thoughts begin to fade,
as I gently cross the line.

Nothing around us is important,
just the two of us lying there.
Every touch, every kiss, every movement,
the things of which I'm aware.

A moment ago there were two of us,
but as I look into your face.
The two of us become one now,
in the heat of passion's embrace.

The soft, gentle curve of your hips,
as they meet your tiny waist.
I know every part of your body,
your texture, your smell and your taste.

The touch of your hands on my body,
the feel of your lips on my face.
As I lay here in your arms now,
in the heat of passion's embrace...I love you.

What is it makes us men this way,
and do the things we do?
Till women hung a label on it,
we didn't have a clue.

Why do our cars have to be so fast,
300 horse power plus?
Why do we need a twelve pack,
when we sit down to discuss?

Why do we stare with steely eyes,
when some guy is acting bad?
Do we really want to kill this guy?
Did he really make us so mad?

Why do we sit on bar stools,
and get so very drunk?
We know when we see our lady,
our butts are as good as sunk!

Why don't we like a movie,
unless it's really bloody?
Why do we watch our violent sports,
as we drink beers with our buddy?

Have you noticed that our eyes light up,
when we see a power tool?
When we see a pair of pretty legs,
we often act the fool?

Why do we go out hunting,
with a store right down the street?
Well here we are in the freezing cold,
with our guns out looking for meat!

Why is it we're just normal men,
but we all aspire to be king?
It's this little thing that women call
"Testosterone Poisoning"...and we LIKE it!

My life had been so hectic,
so wild and oh, so free.
Now life the soft moon rising,
my love has come to me.

She didn't come unnoticed,
with her soft, subdued light.
The tender wiles of her womanly ways,
the feelings I couldn't fight.

I looked into her eyes so soft,
and sensed her tender heart.
The gentle touch of her hand on my face,
in my life, she'd play a part.

She has her work cut out for her,
this way, I've been so long.
But she seems to possess an inner strength,
the woman inside her, so strong.

Like the soft moon rising in the sky,
she gently lights my way.
She's gently soothed the beast in me,
and I don't know what to say.

With afterburners at full thrust,
I traveled so very long.
Until I met my soft moon rising,
until she came along...I love her.

I listen to the rushing,
of the river as it flows.
I allow my mind to wander,
I don't know where it goes.

It takes me to a far off place,
someplace deep inside.
A place in which my soul is bared,
a place that I can't hide.

Standing in the darkness,
the sounds my only friend.
I listen to the river,
Its sounds, they softly blend.

I think deep thoughts of loving you,
of where I want to go.
And listen to the river,
as it talks to me soft and slow.

The river and I, we seem in tune,
she talks to me in soft tones.
She reaches out and touches me,
whenever I feel alone.

I love her for just what she is,
her power so subdued.
She surely has a hold on me,
a hold I can't elude.

But she ever so softly guides me,
in everything I do.
I'm glad I have my river,
and wish that so did you.

Tread lightly, my love,
my heart's in disrepair.
It's hard to accept that you love me,
it's hard to know that you care.

I have to trust your feelings,
to know that this is real.
To listen to what you tell me,
when you say just how you feel.

I can feel it in my bones,
that you're different from the rest.
I don't know where this will lead us,
is this some kind of test?

Don't know if I can pass it,
my mind is kinda worn.
My heart's been up and down this road,
and still it's kinda torn.

But try I will to love you,
to be the best I can.
To try to show I care for you,
to try to be your man.

At times, this is very hard for me,
I never really know.
Do you really love me?
Will you stay or will you go?

You've broken the spell,
that was cast on me.
You've unchained my heart,
and set it free.

With your soft-spoken ways,
and your gentle heart.
You've opened your world,
and made me a part...I love you.

I gave 18 years of my life,
to a woman that couldn't love.
She was wicked, mean and nasty,
she was all of the above.

Nothing I ever did for her,
was ever quite enough.
She took the best I had to give,
and made my life so rough.

My friends would always ask me,
"Why'd you marry that witch?
She treats you like an asshole,
she's always such a bitch!"

I never understood her,
and she was always so unhappy,
That had to be the reason why,
she'd treated me so crappy!

She'd gained a lot of weight, you see,
she did it early on.
As soon as our first child was born,
ber body was totally gone!

It didn't really matter to me,
it mattered only to her.
That didn't make a difference though,
she treated me like a cur.

I did my best to love her,
and the children that she bore.
I gave my body to please her,
I felt like such a whore.

My children my the hearts of my heart,
they have my love forever.
And for all the wrong she did to me,
I think I can forget her.

She doesn't own me anymore,
those days have long since past.
I've invested my heart in someone else,
it's love I hope will last.

She's soft and kind and gentle,
she treats me like a king.
I'm really shocked to tell the truth,
at the happiness she brings.

You see, like me, her life was rough,
she'd always been abused.
The husband didn't treat her right,
she was something to be used.

We've wasted enough precious time,
it's best that we move on.
We have the rest of our lives now,
lets greet the brand new dawn...together.

The winds of change blow slowly,
like a soft, gentle breeze.
They don't blow in like a hurricane,
change doesn't come with ease.

It took so long to become this way,
the road was long and hard.
The solution to our dilemma,
isn't written on any card.

Change takes time to happen,
in its slow, gentle way.
It's a series of little changes,
that happen every day.

I don't know where life will take me,
I don't know in which direction.
I know it will take a lot of time,
and a hell of alot of reflection.

I know I'm not just what you want,
I may never truly be.
I'll try to be the best I can,
but in the end, just me...I love you.