I wish I was there back then
I saw the video you made with Ben

I loved the jokes
and the faces of all the folks

My web cam was broken
but I listened in on all the words that were spoken

My computer is in need of updating
So I call Bestbuy and get stuck on call waiting.

I could not help to wonder
What am I going to do when I go the the land down under.

I wish I could wave a magic wand so things would not worsen
I would have everyone in the chat right here in person.

Please be online again tomorrow night
and I'll be here with my ***** and sprite.

At the edge of the Waterfall
My motor gone the boat drifted faster and faster.
At the edge of the waterfall as I approached the falls
helpless hopeless I thought of my life subsiding
to words and no friend message or hopes to send my life
summed to press me quickly but no time for tears in my eye
I am afraid for soon I may die.
But what the hell I lived a good life everything
I wanted with very little strife.
What may lie at the bottom of the falls as I drift closer to the edge.
The tension grows it may all soon an I suppose
I think back to a time when everything was so sublime
and peaceful and free.
I know its time so please lord take me
I will be pleased to meet you and gaze upon
your face I will know that I with your heavenly grace.
So over the edge I fall and fall and fall.
I thank you lord it is over That's all.
So the paramedic says you're lucky to be alive so somethings
glimmers inside my head with St Peter Jesus and God
I'd be better off dead.
For I have a broken pelvis and life will be full of pain.
So St Peter Jesus and God do look fine.
Check with me at a later date, some other time.

https://vimeo.com/27129652

I'm going to be a hermit
And hide my life from view
Get my act together
Maybe start anew

Good morning will be the sunrise
Sunset will be goodnight
Maybe I'll work it out
Hope I'll be alright

The birds will sing their song to me
My heart may fill again
Skies fill with their dark clouds
It begins to rain

The rain will hide the tears I cry
And bathe my weary soul
This heart could be once more

**Broken...mended...whole.

The man from Pakistan.
Not much of my language did he speak.
He couldn't understand my proper English.
So how could we my sanity seek.
Yes he was my shrink.
My misfortune for several years.
So we never made much progress.
Dealing with my silly fears.
I wished that he would help me.
So I tried to coerce him as  best as I could.
All of this choosing my words,
did me absolutely no good.
I said I was felling spacey from the pills he
had given me.
He said you think you are an alien,
that is plain to see.
So he threatened me with
institutionalization or hospital.
The big house to be sure.
Luckily,  I convinced him, right here as
I lay on his couch, with him, we could find a cure.
As he picked up on his English.
My progress became quite quick.
The silly man thought it his miracle that
I was not so sick.
He got a better offer, from a clinic far away.
He left without a good-bye.
I wonder if he appreciated the English lessons
I wonder to this day.

I am a yo-yo
Going up and down
Sometimes I reach the sky
Sometimes I hit the ground
Then the string breaks!