To Whom It My Concern...

I got nothing, empty, nada, zero. Bereft of life. Except this note to myself.

Winston's Dog

Every day like gray November
And my brain, a dying ember
As I slowly pace the floor
Winston's dog guards the door


Shades drawn and lights low
Door locked to bar the foe
My dread, now manifest
Winston's dog knows no rest


Gone are things of contentment
As I hide in the basement
Friends and loved ones kept at bay
Winston's dog, he does not stray


Tired of the same old pain
Endlessly circling the drain
Desperate for sleep, I lay awake
Still Winston's dog takes no break


So here I sit, empty and alone
Trapped inside my lovely home
Searching for the elusive key
To make Winston's dog set me free

Blame It On The Weather

Sometimes sadness sticks to you
Like the weather in August
I would like a cool shower
To rise it off
I wish I could turn up the air conditioner
And feel it's cool breeze
Carry away the weight that wears me
Down and yet, weighs nothing
But leaves me exhausted
Like the weather in August

Her: Our relationship is like a mouse one fire.

Him: You mean a house on fire.

Her: No, I mean a mouse on fire.

Him: 

Right In The Kisser

She radiates a certain sadness
Like it's in her to the bone
She carries her own special madness
Like a home made millstone

Her love would mark like a tattoo
Even though she seems so frail
I bet if she even kissed you
It would be like a hammer kissing a nail

Dreaming of God

He seemed really tired

I asked him why there was so much evil in the world

He said there isn't good or evil, there just... is

I asked about Heaven and Hell

He said they're things your Preachers sell

I asked which religion is true

He laughed and said that joke's on you

I asked him what it's like to die

He said he wished he knew

I took the hint and left him alone
He seemed really tired

Who will be my Muse

To inspire me and fire my passion
 To sooth me with a beautiful voice
To celebrate with in song
 To proclaim for me the forgotten history
To be my beloved and bringer of joy
 To teach me the sacred hymns
To show me the delight in dance
 To reveal the future in the stars
Who will be my Muse