Nothing Lasts Forever
Nothing lasts forever
Not hope, or love, or life.
But sometimes, Darlin’
You gotta take it in strife.
You’ve got to plan ahead
But, it’s each moment that is told.
It’s what’s happening right now.
It’s the one you gotta hold.
Don’t let that old depredation
Enter your heart and stay.
It’ll just chew you all up,
And spit your love away.
I’m your aficionado.
Don’t take it too light.
The chance doesn’t come along often.
So, you better get it right.
CAWatson
Emeralds on Her Eyes
She had emeralds on her eyes
And only spoke the truth
She wore the warriors veil
But I never asked for proof.
She sometimes told stories, of long ago
How she rode a great stallion into war
But then the Bishops head, oh, it did roll
She put down her weapons and fought no more.
She danced in the moonlight
She rode the great sea
She cast nets of stardust
And caught feelings of harmony.
Her war years were over
No more hurt could she bare
Her heart had caged a bird inside.
For she had no man to care.
She searched the whole world over
For a good man to love
Only to return at last
With her same caged dove.
CAWatson
2006
Peach Grove
Find me in the peach grove.
Send me purple flowers.
Show me what my karma is.
And let me release these powers.
Will I change the world,
If I hold my inner glow?
Does love merely start within us…
And then, slowly, penetrate and flow?
Are there questions in the stars,
That I once knew as answers?
Are we stressin’ out ourselves,
And creating some of these cancers?
I wanna know the story.
I wanna read it on the wall.
The important thing to watch for,
Is to watch your step, don’t fall.
The peach grove’s quiet and private.
It has fragrant flowers in the spring.
We each need to find our solitude,
So, to others, peace, we may bring.
CAWatson
8/06
Pink Sky
She’s melting into my mind.
My heart’s becoming kind.
There’s a pink sky over the woods tonight.
And the parson’s son has taken flight.
I’m not one for settling.
It just doesn’t do me no good.
But you’re a sweet hearted woman.
And I’d settle you in a moment if I could.
Your age.. has taught you
To take a couple steps back.
But, Darlin’, it’s not in lovin’
That you’ll ever lack.
You bring me wreaths of laurel
You massage me in oil.
You praise me for my good deeds
You love me for my toil.
You treat me like I have a special call.
Yet, you don’t expect me to do anything at all
There’s a peacock landin’ on the barn tonight.
If we are patient we may see it take flight.
She’s melting into my mind.
My heart’s becomin’ kind.
There’s a pink sky over the woods tonight
And the peacock, it’s takin’ flight.
CAWatson
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
Douglas Adams (9
Ain’t No Other Way
There’s a comin’ time today
That you know you have to pay
And the waiter’s being blind
As you stand around in line,
But there ain’t no other way, to do it.
There’s a changin’ in your life
He’s been callin’ all the time.
And you’re not sure he’s your kind.
As he goes floatin’ thru your mind.
But, there ain’t no other way, to do it.
There’s a callin’ for your debts.
You gotta right them from the wrong
And you know it’s been so long
As you started singin’ a new song.
But, there ain’t no other way, to do it.
There’s a blowin’ in the trees
That help ‘em shed the old leaves
And it brings you to your knees
As you gently say out, “please”
But, there ain’t no other way, to do it.
There’s a knockin’ at your door.
That you’ve been waitin’ for
And it grabs you by your soul
As you slowly become whole
But, there ain’t no other way, to do it.
So, just lean back and relax
You’ve been gathering the facts
and you know it’s goin’ right
if you just don’t get up tight,
Darlin’…
Yah, just flow with the tide
You’ve got nothin’ to hide
And it’s gonna be alright,
And you’ll sleep well at night
Darlin….
CAWatson 2006
A Cloud Moving at Night
There once was a man, no one knew his name;
But the rumors about him brought him fame.
He was tiger worn and sun dried.
He carried a musket and a buffalo hide.
And under the moon he would silently ride.
He was seen in Oklahoma, Texas and Arkansas
He was even down in Louisiana late last fall.
When evil’s brewing or there’s about to be a fight,
He’ll just slowly step out of the silent darkness of the night.
His mere look and statue make them run in fright
But one young lad down in sweet Arkansas
Decided to stay and take up his last call.
He tried to shoot the stranger with his forty-five.
The stranger just stepped aside – he didn’t even have to dive.
Then he told that boy he was gonna skin him alive.
Now, that lad he should have turned and run.
But he felt so big with his shinny, new gun.
He shot again and the stranger hissed.
The boy couldn’t shoot straight – he just missed.
By that time the stranger was on him with a fist.
As fast as he came, the stranger would disappear.
He left that boy lyin’ there with a bloody nose and ear.
It was as though he smelled trouble drifting on the wind.
It was as though he knew where to be when someone sinned.
It was as though he knew who he needed to defend.
No one ever saw him in full day light.
At night he looked a huge, gnarled, frightly sight.
His gait was usually slow, but a monsterous stride.
He was direct and overpowering without showing pride.
He’d often be half wrapped in that buffalo hide.
He helped many a folk who were poor and alone.
He’d leave them supplies and a good stew bone.
He saved others who had just lost their way.
He’d point to the stars, “Go that way”, he’d say.
And they’d arrive where they belonged the very next day
The stories grew, about this large strange man.
Some tried to catch him, but no one can.
He’s a wisp of wind, a cloud moving at night.
He follows trouble without any fright.
By the time you see him, he’s in the dark, out of sight.
CAWatson 2006
A friend of mine posted this on her site the other day and I enjoyed it so much, I took it…grin…I’ll tell her. Enjoy it.
Soul Garden
We have seeds of many
Planted in our soul
Which ones we water
Depends which ones will grow.
I haven’t watered many
I’ve selected just a few
Some have nourished all of them
Some are more like you.
There’s seeds, I know are there
That I never water at all
They are ones of hatred
If I water them, I fall.
So, how are your plants growing?
Do you nourish the ones you could?
Do you just let the water slosh around?
Do you pay attention to the ones you should?
I thrive on plants that are blooming.
I’ve known people, whose plants had thorns.
I like the ones with wooden glens.
There are even some unknowns
So, when you water your plants today.
Think of how your soul garden grows.
Oh, there are ever so many choices.
I’d try to choose one, that flows.
CAWatson
August 2006
