Borrowed a Blue Something

Autumn breezes toss

Magnolia fragrances

through my bedroom window.

What right do they
have to enter
when you are not here.

(Don't know who wrote that, but I like it)

This will be the writing blog. Something old (fashioned), something new, something borrowed, and something blue (font). OK, got the "borrowed" out of the way. Let's get on with it.

I can't put my finger on it
But there's something not the same
Maybe in the way you kissed me
Or the way you spoke my name
Maybe how you stopped believing
When I said that I didn't mean
To be on the floor with Rachel
Left hand down her jeans

It ain't easy being something
Mama ain't raised me to be
But Mama never warned me
Just how tempting life can be
And I want to be your good man
Like I promised at the church
Though I do recall the preacher said
"For better... gettin' worse"

*-Chorus-*
Might not be all that good
But I ain't misunderstood
Who I am
That's who I'm going to be
Don't look for trouble, no
It finds me on it's own
If you can't stand the kitchen
Stay out of the heat

Spent some time in West Virginia
Down around White Sulphur Springs
Pretty easy to get a tumble
But those girls all want a ring
Them wanting to be somewhere else
Kept me looking good enough
Might have said some things that I didn't mean
Stretched the truth a little bit about love

*-Chorus-*
Might not be all that good
But I ain't misunderstood
Who I am
That's who I'm going to be
Don't look for trouble, no
It finds me on it's own
If you can't stand the kitchen
Stay out of the heat

I'm sorry about my nature
I've got no excuse at all
Yes, I'd love you overlooked it
And that whole Rachel thing gone wrong
If you'd turn back on your love light
I could turn back on my charm
We could spend the night turning each other on
Now that couldn't cause no harm

*-Chorus-*
Might not be all that good
But I ain't misunderstood
Who I am
That's who I'm going to be
Don't look for trouble, no
It finds me on it's own
If you can't stand the kitchen
Stay out of the heat

2 hot, slow nights on Brandon Blvd ending the 21st of August, 2006
It is, apparently, untitled

"Something new" has now been dispatched. Now, Old (fashioned) and blue (fonted) will appear together on your screen. Do not make any adjustments to your monitor, I will handle it all from this end.

Broken snails and whirlwind tails
Old magnets on the fridge
Sleeping bags with tattered tags
And foxgloves on the ridge

Idaho and Kosovo
With two points in between
Sandman sneaks about your sleep
And peppers all your dreams

I didn't know I never knew
And so I didn't care
But bumble flew a bee or two
The honeysuckle air

Fee and Fi met Foe and Fum
With Tweedle Dee for dinner
Whilst Jerry Falwell paced outside
Proclaiming them all sinners

You never see the reason
For the shifting sands of time
But magic colors everything
That slips outside the lines

If green were hair and red were air
And shrubs could dance the tango
Then Dr. Suess would be my muse
And my rhyme for this, 'zerdango'

This was that which was before
A flicker still subconscious
That fell to page just thisaway
Arranged in rhyming nonsense

Ed
Just now, 2006

Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life
Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife (Huh??), OUT
Ramblin' Ed