Who remember the Littlest Hobo

Ok. Sorry but insperations kiss has not touched me for a while. I am yerning so much for her loving touch... It will come... Eventualy... It was so easy back when I lived in Lethbridge. I mean all I had to do was go to the bar or Universty. Sit down. And just melt into the crowd... If I saw a pretty girl, I was in love. A bird could cause me a brain wave of emotions and thoughts. Hell even a good or really poor meal could... Now? Not so much. I need more right now then to just see a pretty girl. I think I need a kiss atleast. Oh well.

So who here remembers the Littlest Hobo, ( and no Kevin not you). The one with the dog? Well I have had that theme song stuck in my head for months... Off and on of course... I guess I feel like I kinda relate to it in some way. Or maybe I want to relate to it. Who knows... But I still think I am going to travel Canada next spring like a hobo... You know, jump onto trains, hitch-hike, or just walk, (anyone with me?). I think that it would it good for me. Help me grow more into myself. Right now I feel like I am too big for the room I'm in. And I need to get out and move, or extand that roof. I think a trip like that could do it. Anywho. So heres the lyrics to that song.

.......................................................................

Littlest Hobo

There's a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road is where I'll always be

Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend
Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

Down this road, that never seems to end,
Where new adventure, lies just around the bend.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light
That's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

(Instrumental Bridge)

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

There's a world, that's waiting to unfold,
A brand new tale, no one has ever told,

We've journey'd far but, you know it won't be long,
We're almost there and we've paid our fare, with the hobo song.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on.

So if you want to join me for a while
Just grab your hat, come travel light - that's hobo style.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll find what I call home
Until tomorrow, you know I'm free to roam.


(Oh come on Kevin! I know with those jeans you could pass for a hobo.)

Funny Friday

.........

SIPPING VODKA

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.
After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.
The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous
on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If
I start to get nervous, I take a sip."
So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.
At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink.
He proceeded to talk up a storm.
Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the
following note on the door:

1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.

2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.

3) There are 12 disciples, not 10.

4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.

5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.

6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.

7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Big
Daddy, Junior and the spook.

8) David slew Goliath; he did not kick the shit out of him.

9 ) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey,
don't say he was stoned off his ass.

10)We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."

11)When Jesus broke t he bread at the last supper he said, "Take
this and eat it for it is my body." He did not say "Eat me".

12)The Virgin Mary is not called "Mary with the Cherry".

13)The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub
thanks for the grub, Yeah God.

14)Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at St.
Peter's not a peter pulling contest at St.Taffy's.

i think i am in another writers block. Maybe after saturday i will be able to write again.

Dream of her

She has you on the verge of calling her,
You can't text, it's just too soon,
You feel for her,
Like a moth for the flame,
Your drawn to her!
Her passion, it consumes you,
It overwhelms,
Like a rocket,
It blows your atmosphere,
All you can do is dream.
Dream of the time you want with her,
Dream, of her touch,
And in that bliss,
Loose control,
And make it real,
Real to you
And real to her.
And then when the flame dies,
Remember...
Remember her kiss,
Her taste,
And the way she felt.
Then you will be satisfied,
For then you will be in love...

A kiss denied,
And a flame strangly kindled,
With just a dream to ride,
With both tragidy and love intermigled,
It's the kind of thing we can smile at.

I call,
You text,
Our chances fall,
But we still don't know what's next.
Its Love up to bat.

What will saturday bring?
A silver lining or a cloud?
Will I cry or sing?
Will you be quite or will you be loud?
What is it love has under her mysterious hat?

you and me

A smile plays across my face as you look at me.
Your eyes, they twinkle ever so softly.
Can this really be what I never thought it would be?
Or is just some sort of twisted fantacy?

Your touch sets my pulse a flame,
I can't think of anything but you.
And thats a crying shame,
Cause soon you will have me all but tame.

My mind races to the time we are together.
I try and stay calm but I fail,
We, two birds of black a feather,
With love on our feet, teathered.

On your breeze is where I want to sail,
With our passion to melt all the falling hail.
And when the nights spent,
To you again, I will run all hell bent.
To catch you, which is my intent.

Funny Friday

OK... So I think we all need some humor... So every Friday I am going to try and find something funny to post. This is a slow start I know, but I like it.

.........

And God said to John "Come fourth and receive eternal life." But John came fifth and won a toaster.

Are you the one?

You move me with your voice,
Your eyes are volumes to read,
And you lips?
Like they leave me any choice?
I fall head over heals for them to touch,
And when you brush your hair over you ear,
Oh I love much to much.
And when you bend over I can't help but peer,
And I am ashamed to say,
That I want to touch you,
I want it all day,
You would turn me happy from blue,
Just because,
I need to see,
If you the one to fill this hole,
If your my key,
If you can save my soul.

Thanks for all advise everyone. I was more just frustrated at the time, and needed to vent. So thanks for the advise. I haven't got a chance to write anything as of late, but I will... Eventualy.

Ok. Heres a question. Why do women say that they love you and when they brake up with you, they STILL say it. To me, that's either a lie, or deseption. Cause either they don't, or they do, but not in THAT way. You know either way it does us NO favors. It doesn't make us feel ANY better. All it makes ME feel is lied to and it makes me think that the person telling me thinks that I am weak. THAT pisses me off. If your strong enough to know what love is and to posses it for another then you are strong enough to know ANY truth. Fuck! I hate you women sometimes. And you say that MEN lie and all that.

I spend all day thinking of you.
Why can't that end?
Why can't I think of someone else,
What can I do?
A truth I can't break or even bend.
All I do is let time tell me what it tells.

That I hate you,
That I love you,
I miss you,
For all we had,
For the times we weren't sad,
For good or bad.

So here’s to the past,
As I take another swig.
Here’s to what could have been,
As I chug the last.
We could have made it big,
But for a love that could not be seen.

To what we could not bine,
Here’s to you, love of mine.

Deaths kiss

Mortality kisses my cheek,
And I can see death.
He looks neither happy nor sad,
Just quite bleak.
I hold my breath,
Not knowing if I see him is good or bad.

He motions for me to follow,
And I do.
He takes me down a road,
Of sorrow, ages decay and hearts wallow.
I cry, what else can I do?
Until we come to his humble abode.

It's filled with happy souls,
And smiling faces,
All who welcome me.
Time has not taken its toll,
With empty vodka cases,
That lay as every way I see.

Death pulls out a chair,
And I sit down.
He's quite a good fellow you know,
Who does actually care,
And does not wear a black gown,
He carries with him a bow.

He says he shoots lonely people with it,
And then they are no longer that way,
I ask who?
And it takes a bit,
For him to finally say.
That I have no clue.

He shot Paris and Helen,
Romeo and Juliet,
Iseult and poor Tristan
And I just can't believe what he's tellin'
How can they sell it,
They tell us and expect us to kiss then.

I leave with no heart left,
For how can the demons be,
Who we never thought,
I weep at their theft,
And everything that I know see,
And for the flowers that I once bought.

A kiss from mortality,
Was it,
Thanks to deaths hospitality,
I can now see a bit.

Eskimo kisses

The man looked at me and said,
"All you do is think of her, and lay in your bed.
When will you get out?
You know that's all dead.
And still you cry and shout.

"An Inuit and Indian you were,
Giving Eskimo kisses to her.
She loved you so she said.
All your images of her a blur,
But sill you can't get her out of you head.

"Now it's snowing in your heart,
The memories are tearing you apart.
So now what do you do?"
The old man was as quick a dart,
For I had no clue.

And to this day I still think of you.

Want a laugh?

Go here if you need a laugh... Has got to be one the funniest things.





The that you would WANT to be the one that DID get away.

Midnights heart ach

We dance in our passion for one night longer.
Our tongues wrestle with our soul’s turmoil,
We feed on each others love, with an uncontrollable hunger,
And then lay in its wake and with each others hair we toil.

The night is fading into the darkness of day,
We long to dance again with the moon,
And to talk with out having anything to say,
"Don't worry Love I will be with you soon".

We depart our ways with a final kiss,
It burns into our hearts like a brand,
So once again until our midnights bliss,
Then I will dance with you without a band.

Oh love what is this we feel.
To be two lovers in a moment of bliss,
And then to leave not knowing if it was real.
I love you and you I will surely miss.

I hoped for second,
That this might be my chance.
I wished but for a moment,
That this was destiny.
I longed for a time,
To call you my own.

But alas I realized too late,
That flings never work out.
That there is no deals
Between angels and men.
That no matter how much I yern,
You and I will never be.

To a brief insperation

Your beauty strikes me like sweet sent of a flower,
Your eyes, they sparkle like glowling firelight.
They keep me up many an hour,
I'd like to touch you, but thats just not in sight.

Your smile is a light that warms,
It's a emotional embrace.
Your ingorance to me harms,
But your back I'd love to trace.

You look at me and I'm all yours.
I could stare at you all day,
I could buy flowers upon flowers,
But then you look away.

A birds advice

I walked to town today,
I heard a voice speak to be,
It spoke to me along the way,
"What in your mind you see,
Is not what the future holds"
I looked around for my wise sage,
And what did I see in the ditchs folds,
But a small bird in a cage.
"And of this what would a bird know?"
It said to me in tones so sweet.
"I have the knowledge of what sow,
I know that you have demans to beat,
But you keep them so close to you.
That though you are strong,
It just won't do.
You know I'm not wrong.
You plan and plan,
With tireless care,
But what is it of the plan that you can not stand?
What is you can not bear?
You run and run without hope,
But you bring your pain along too.
How can you hope to cope,
If thats what you do?"
I looked at my prof,
And i looked down that road.
I turned my head to cough,
And when I looked back for my profs abode,
Nothing was to be found.
I looked everyway and above,
But the bird was not around.
But I cast off the pain that I had so loved.

Misfits, by third eye blind

Hey bro, props at the aftershow
Can you tell me where the greenbuds grow?
I'd like to say you turned my life around
I lost myself outside again
When the sound running through my head
Drowned out, way out in the crowd
And the crowd goes singing, "oh, whoa"
And they sing "oh, whoa"

My people are the misfits, the ones that dont fit in
With the smile I know it comes within
I can feel you in the corners laughing
when the lighting's low at the aftershow

Tick tick, tell me where the time goes
Oh life, you know it moves much too slow
Tick tick, tell me where the time goes

Those are the ones for me, those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me

My people are the misfits,
I won't let you down, you know I'm trying
I'm dizzy from whatever we just passed around
I bleed for the moments when we're here, when we're all around

Tick tick, tell me where the time goes
Oh life, you know it moves much too slow
Tick tick, tell me where the time goes

Those are the ones for me, those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me

And if I let it all breathe
They say "alright, alright"
And I forget what it means
And they say "alright, alright"
Yeah alright, it's alright

Those are the ones for me, those are the ones for me
The misfits, the freaks, the enemy, you and me

If i had known

I rhyme all day and all night,
For the thought of you,
I against the odds I fight,
And do all i can do.

To see you with him,
Is more then I can stand.
Its an outlook that on on me i dim,
But of pain its all the same brand.

I wish for you my dear,
And wish not to be sad.
If I had the eys of a seer,
I would know this would have been bad.

I look back with bottle in hand,
And I can see why things are the way they are.
How you where able stand,
All my insecurties and still play us par,
Is something thats beyond me,
But why I must ask,
Did you set me free,
And give chance the task.

I finish the drink,
It was easy to down,
Yet I'm still that freak,
Still sporting that frown.
I asked for a chance to change,
You denied me it's true,
But by freeing me you put me in a cage,
And so I pay its rents due.

Why is often the question.
Why do I love,
Why don't stop and listen the suggestion,
Of not drinking and speeding to above?
All I can say,
Is that I have to,
It keeps the sorrows at bay,
While I wait for you.

Until the end

A raging alcoholic am I,
With horse cough and tearful eye.
Who thinks of you and grabs at rye.
When the day is wan,
And you have no fan,
I will be there to cheer,
To whisper sweat nothings into you ear.

And when the end has come to this show,
I will never let you go,
I will hold until the end,
For my love for you will never bend.

When we dated I was crazed,
When you kissed me that’s all hazed,
And the bed we shared it just blazed.
You where my sweetest dream,
Or so to me it seemed,
But now I am here,
Mulling over you and skuzzy beer.

But when the end has come to this show,
I will never let you go,
I will hold until the end,
For my love for you will never bend.

Tomorrow I will wake,
But from my head you will not shake,
Yet I will drink to you for old time’s sake.
And hold onto a memory,
As my liver is sent to the infirmary.
And one day I will arise,
And the pain will be vacant from my eyes.

And when the end has come to this show,
I will never let you go,
I will hold until the end,
For my love for you will never bend.
To the end.
To the end.