Last LullabyMore Like This
sleep little angel mommy's here
daddy's coming home soon no need for tears
before too long you'll see the sun
tomorrow's not promised to anyone
when you grow up you'll meet a boy
he'll sweep you off your feet and bring you joy
prob'ly promise you the moon and sun
you'll live, laugh and love and have loads of fun
sleep little darlin' don't be sad
living with cancer isn't all that bad
hoping to see just one more day
want to watch my little one run and play
when you grow up you'll be someone
doctor or lawyer or perhaps a nun
the sky's the limit little girl
and remember dear it's a great big world
sleep little katie don't you cry
when you wake up you may just wonder why
mommy isn't there to hold you, babe
but daddy's gonna take real good care...
daddy's gonna take real good care...
sleep little baby don't you cry
sorry this is mommy's last lullaby
wishing we had just one more lullaby
Black Hole LoveMore Like This
you have taken everything i am
you have consumed all my energy
you have offered zero in return
and now i have nothing left to give
If the sky was greenMore Like This
If the blue sky was green and the green grass pale blue,
it just might change things for me and for you.
Would the clouds be mud brown and the soil bright white?
Perhaps you will say: "It doesn't seem right!"
If the seas were above and the stars down below,
imagine the distance a tall ship could go.
Would it rain all year round, would the sun ever shine?
Perhaps you can crack this quandary of mine!
If the world was a square and the universe round,
likely you'd say that would be quite profound.
Would the seasons still change, would the galaxies crash?
Perhaps you may find these questions too brash!
If true love was the rule and if hatred was scorned,
imagine your life in a place so adorned.
Would war be abolished and blind prejudice too?
Perhaps you will say: "Please take me with you!"
Choosing to Live!More Like This
Winter winds chill me to the core
thoughts of summertime fade
darkened skies bring me down
I wonder if I can survive it
Something has changed inside me
I was happy once, carefree
The world has let me down
love no longer thrives
maybe it never did
A crossroad lies ahead
to continue or to sleep
to live or to die
to fight or to surrender
The days seem so short
nights linger, moon obscured
she no longer sings to me
the sun used to make me smile
he taunts me now (in absentia)
Memories flicker in shades of gray
childhood dreams lurk in misty shadow
we live just to die
the only question is when
and yet... and yet...
an echo, a voice from afar
gently, softly, whispering my name
telling me that I'm not alone
begging me to hold on another day
calling me to battle
love may not thrive, but it indeed survives
in lonely pockets of time and space
like a hidden treasure
it must be sought after
light appears, a flame at first
soon a conflagration
my heart is afire
my soul, aflame with new desire
Three Little Pigs (the real story)More Like This
* audio version available here: https://soundcloud.com/tom-woodliff/the-three-little-pigs-ala-sam
*Disney link: http://video.search.yahoo.com/video/play;_ylt=A2KLqILjl1dUCl8ApML7w8QF;_ylu=X3oDMTByZWc0dGJtBHNlYwNzcgRzbGsDdmlkBHZ0aWQDBGdwb3MDMQ--?p=three+little+pigs&vid=f8f609c6bb56439d864232413909b3fb&l=8%3A23&turl=http%3A%2F%2Fts2.mm.bing.net%2Fth%3Fid%3DVN.607993397514404977%26pid%3D15.1&rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DOlo923T2HQ4&tit=Silly+Symphony+-+The+Three+Little+Pigs&c=0&sigr=11aqbm97j&sigt=116jah9jp&pstcat=arts+culture+and+entertainment&age=0&hsimp=yhs-fullyhosted_003&hspart=ironsource&tt=b
alternate longer version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?featurelayer_embedded&v=44PYocNQNB0
"... who's afraid of the big bad wolf
the big bad wolf
the big bad wolf
who's afraid of the big bad wolf
la de da de da"
Dumpty here. That's detective Sam Dumpty - seeker of fairy-tale truth, righter of lit
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to liveMore Like This
for if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to give
I wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peace
for if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would cease
I wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pa
for if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the law
I wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Mars
for if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the stars
I wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother true
for if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blue
I wish... I wish...
well, maybe someday
PrisonersAt the back of a large hospital, bustling with efficiency, were the elderly care wards. Hopeless places of abandonment and neglect, the inmates quietly waiting for their lives to end. In the weeks I visited my grandmother there I never once saw a nurse.More Like This
My grandmother wasn't dying quietly. She was fighting. She knew she was dying; it was the disrespectful way she had been left to get on with it that she fought against with every last bit of strength she could muster. She had bruises from her war and I felt helpless, unable to save her from the institutional apathy that hung over the wards like smog.
She didn't recognise my helplessness. She remained proud of me, of every small achievement. Although I was only able to visit her a couple of times a week she appreciated the effort it took me to get there. Always a practical woman she held my hands and planned her death. I listened. It was all I could do and it was enough.
End Game!More Like This
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, cap
ElmerMore Like This
I knew a toad named Elmer,
he liked a girl named Pat.
He wished that he could date her,
what do you think of that?
He thought that he should call her,
but he was kind of shy.
Of himself he was unsure,
He'd sit and pout and cry.
Until one day she called him,
it really made him smile!
It wasn't just a mere whim,
she'd loved him all the while.
My Night Out With PoeMore Like This
Riding on the midnight rail train, snoring madman drives me insane,
in the distance city lights entice us ever onward.
Try to sleep but him so noisy, wishing I was back in Boise,
not to mention silly raven, acting like my hat's a haven.
"Awfully hot in here," I stutter, suddenly in walks a maven,
asking why I'm not clean-shaven?
Oh, how I wish I could relate, this dismal trek to his home state,
though truth be told the tale would likely bore you to your grave.
This Edgar dude is not my friend, he's not someone I could defend,
his raven bud's a ghostly sort, mug's always got an odd retort.
"Nevermore," he's always shrieking, wond'ring if he's drunk on port,
pleading with him to abort.
Whistle blowing train is stopping, guess we're here my ears are popping,
oh good gosh to no surprise the moon is full and reddish.
Raven hops on Edgar's shoulder, wishing I was feeling bolder,
howling wolf off in the distance, questioning this mad existence.
"Chilly night," is all he offers, pressing o
R.I.P., Harold Ramis (1944-2014)R.I.P., Mr. Ramis; you will be missed. My condolences to his family.More Like This
THE BELL RINGERMore Like This
The Bell Ringer
By Philip Brocklehurst
I live alone, sealed in my bell tower
so far away from human kind, misunderstood in the human eye.
I have no value, I don't fit in. Alive or dead, no one would care.
Surrounded by lifeless beings of stone, I talk to them, my only friends, my sole source of contact, my faint reminder of my humanity.
A cold life but someone has to live it. Privileged to the warmth of life and love I'm not.
I yearn to be outside and free.
Distant I am from my enchanting Esmeralda, dancing down below.
She dances so sublime, she's stolen hearts, including mine.
I dream that she could know, how dearly I love her so.
That she could feel for me as I feel for her
An angel of beauty, pure and true yet I am so ugly and repulsive, what would she ever see in me.
A woman like her deserves a man of charm, wit and handsome looks. A noble guardsman, a romantic poet.
I wonder often, every day. Can two, worlds apart, be together from the heart.
Do opposites attract.
I have no choice
R.I.P. to Two GuysR.I.P. to both Philip Seymour Hoffman and Justin "JewWario" Carmical. My condolences to both of their families.More Like This
HomeCherry walls and midnight floorMore Like This
Separated by white walls
Where flower canvas and quilts flourish
And I can roam around through open doors
Herbal tea-bags and china cups
Cheerful blooms atop lace doilies
Sunrays spilling over green grass
Novels and photo albums in shelves
With the sound of Les Miserables in the air.