Traveling…

 I’m going off a traveling,
Traveling to the moon.
I think I’ll take a trolly,
And go this afternoon.

There may be bears and lions,
And a princess dressed in blue.
I’ll climb the highest mountain,
And name the summit after you.

I won’t fight any dragons,
I’ll try to be a friend.
I’ll teach them to be happy,
And make a sweet amend.

I want to find a present,
That I may mail away.
To see your happy face,
When you receive it someday.

I won’t be gone forever.
Oh, that certainly wouldn’t do.
For my heart is in my home,
And my home is next to you.

So, rally round the flag pole,
And sing a song for me.
As I march off exploring,
In the land of make-believe…..

CAWatson02/26/08

Crossroads of My Mind…….

Through the crossroads,
of my mind,
There are stories,
that I do find.
There are those,
who’ve gone astray,
There are other’s,
who’ve found their way.

Which are you,
my surly lad?
Are you good,
or are you bad?
Drinking milk,
from your mother’s breast,
You were already plotting,
how to rule the rest.

You there, darling,
sweet little girl,
With homespun dress,
and hair of curl.
How do you fair,
this life you live?
Are you a taker,
or do you give?

Each are different,
that come along,
Some are right,
and some are wrong.
I sometimes drift,
between the two,
What’s your story,
do you drift, too?

CAWatson02/23/2008

The Race…….

When the race is won,
And the yelling’s done,
And there’s no place left to hide.
You’ll sit on the road, all alone,
Waiting for the cold wind to bite.

Don’t tell me how,
You kissed that gal,
Thinking she deserved a favor.
Your arrogance will bring you down,
You’ve cut off your last neighbor.

When the raven calls,
Will you have the balls,
Will you care about anyone but you?
Or will you still sit alone, to roll the dice,
To watch your friends, melt away in the dew.

It’s sad somehow,
Seeing you lose your style.
The pieces never knew where to fall.
Your ego blocked those, that tried to care,
Now, you have no one left at all.

CAWatson02/23/08

Robert Lewis Stevenson…

• In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.
  • Old Mortality (1884)

Letter to Theo van Gogh (July 1880)

• People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.
  I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don’t think so. And then one asks: My God! will it be for long, will it be for ever, will it be for eternity?

• Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.

Vincent Van Gogh

Happy Valentine’s Day…

May your love be simple
May your peace be great….
May you always be humble,
May you follow your fate.

He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.

Aristotle (Greek: Ἀριστοτέλης Aristotélēs) (384 BC – 322 BC)

Travel

In the realm of disappointment,
Breeds a murky, darkened, theme.
Paranoia enters many,
Causing them to plot and scheme.

Wherein, if you took the high road,
Took your lessons all in stride,
You may find a happy travel,
Disappointments are steps to pride.

CAWatson02/04/2008

Cold Moon

There’s a cold moon,
Pressing at the door.
That’s why I can’t
Stay here any more.

You’ve told your stories,
You’ve told your lies.
We can’t make it, darlin’,
Don’t you realize.

There’s been a bear,
Pawing through the wood.
He’s looking for honey,
As if he should.

He doesn’t know,
He’s at the wrong tree.
He’s acting like you,
Thinking about me.

There’s so many people,
All living confused.
All washed up and dried out,
And feeling all used.

They each have a story,
Some happy, some sad.
But, you and I, darlin’,
We used what we had.

CAWatson02/02/2008

Sing Me A Love Song…

Come by my window,
Come by my door.
Sing me a love song,
Forever more.

Hold me close, darlin’,
But, let me breathe.
Sing me a love song,
Don’t let me grieve.

Oh, tell me stories,
Of times gone by.
Fill them with laughter,
Don’t let me cry.

Oh, sing that love song,
And let me smile.
My heart needs mending,
Give me a while.

My love, my darlin’,
My sweet one, dear.
I’ll always love you,
And want you near.

CAWatson02/02/2008