Partly sunny, partly shade...
As the cold wind blows, my memories fade.
What once was clear and crisp as a fall breeze,
Is now muddied at the bottom of a pile of leaves.
Rake and claw to the recesses of your mind,
Open the window to your heart and find...
Buried beneath the darkness and despair,
Lies the core of a soul no worse for the wear.
So the next time you find yourself falling to your knees,
Get back up, exhale and see the forest for the trees.
-Willard G. Scott
Sunday, January 27, 2008
There's No Time Like the Present...
And there's no greater present than time.
Time may heal all wounds,
But it won't keep you in your prime.
What I wouldn't do for an extra hour a day,
I'd do just about anything, that is, but time.
Even a stopped clock's right twice a day,
So why must the punishment fit the crime?
There's a time for every season,
But in winter you can't grow thyme.
So let's all live in the moment,
And cherish the light that's lime.
-Life is a G-I-F-T
Time may heal all wounds,
But it won't keep you in your prime.
What I wouldn't do for an extra hour a day,
I'd do just about anything, that is, but time.
Even a stopped clock's right twice a day,
So why must the punishment fit the crime?
There's a time for every season,
But in winter you can't grow thyme.
So let's all live in the moment,
And cherish the light that's lime.
-Life is a G-I-F-T
Saturday, October 20, 2007
The Game Changer
Like a shot to the heart but not too late,
Our love has spawned a creature of fate.
Will our destiny remain unbound,
As our feet become rooted to the ground?
Will we finally give in to the call of the West?
Or will we still keep things close to the vest?
Lots of questions, less and less time.
Will I be able to squeeze in the ocassional rhyme?
One things for certain, nothing will be the same.
But that's what I signed up for when I changed the game.
-Papa-G
Our love has spawned a creature of fate.
Will our destiny remain unbound,
As our feet become rooted to the ground?
Will we finally give in to the call of the West?
Or will we still keep things close to the vest?
Lots of questions, less and less time.
Will I be able to squeeze in the ocassional rhyme?
One things for certain, nothing will be the same.
But that's what I signed up for when I changed the game.
-Papa-G
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tha Line is Fine...
There's a fine line between self-discipline and OCD,
Is that why they call it borderline?
There's a fine line between mothering and smothering,
But how else will they keep you in line?
There's a fine line between confident and cocky,
Some just know how to toe the line.
There's a fine line between love and hate,
Especially when the woman is fine.
-----------------------G--------------------------
Is that why they call it borderline?
There's a fine line between mothering and smothering,
But how else will they keep you in line?
There's a fine line between confident and cocky,
Some just know how to toe the line.
There's a fine line between love and hate,
Especially when the woman is fine.
-----------------------G--------------------------
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Can't Buy Me Love...
Unless you got deep pockets.
Can't stop the shining...
Unless you got red rockets.
We shall overcome...
Unless we're underwhelmed.
And we shall live in peace...
Unless Bush is at the helm.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice...
Unless the berry is buried and the rim is loose.
One of these things is not like the other...
Unless he's just your brother from another mother.
Same bat time, same bat channel...
Same bad tie, same bad flannel.
Can't touch this... unless you can.
Can't fade me... unless you're tan.
Can't hold me down... unless you're strong.
Can't play me... unless this is your song.
-G... unless it's F.
Can't stop the shining...
Unless you got red rockets.
We shall overcome...
Unless we're underwhelmed.
And we shall live in peace...
Unless Bush is at the helm.
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice...
Unless the berry is buried and the rim is loose.
One of these things is not like the other...
Unless he's just your brother from another mother.
Same bat time, same bat channel...
Same bad tie, same bad flannel.
Can't touch this... unless you can.
Can't fade me... unless you're tan.
Can't hold me down... unless you're strong.
Can't play me... unless this is your song.
-G... unless it's F.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Chocolate Rain
Pourin' down like thunder,
From a land way down under.
'Neath the sky, don't know why;
But sure as hell makes you wonder.
-G (breathe)
From a land way down under.
'Neath the sky, don't know why;
But sure as hell makes you wonder.
-G (breathe)
Dem Beautiful Girls
Whatchu know 'bout me? Young squire.
You ain't nuthing' but a G. Thang. Fire.
In the hole, with so much soul...
Feelin' the flow and ready to go.
Where? Don't matter. Just fit you in the black hatter.
Got you suicidal witcho fallen idol, and dem girls...
-G-Press(on)
You ain't nuthing' but a G. Thang. Fire.
In the hole, with so much soul...
Feelin' the flow and ready to go.
Where? Don't matter. Just fit you in the black hatter.
Got you suicidal witcho fallen idol, and dem girls...
-G-Press(on)
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