I’ll take the trash out I’ll work the math outI’ll pay the bills You’ll take the scenic routePick up some fresh farm fruitLife’s little thrills I’ll take you in my arms Change the batteries in the smoke alarmWhen it starts to beep You’ll take the temperatureOf how things are and how things wereAnd how thingsContinue reading “Just One Thing”
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Here Comes the Sun
An overflowing cupAn ever-blooming roseA love that never wilts That only grows and grows and grows A gravity that liftsTime that blinks and yawnsNo end, no beginningSimply spinning dawn to dawn A beauty that doesn’t boast But knocks you off your feet Can’t stem the flow, in it’s glow Hypnotized in its heat A prettyContinue reading “Here Comes the Sun”
A Painting on our Wall
You say I’m biasedBut that’s not trueI’m just blessed with The very best view Yes I can see you as you truly areWhen you’re in my arms When I’m in your arms When I tell youWhat it is I seeYou sometimes tell meThat you disagree Well you really should believe me Cause I’m in communionContinue reading “A Painting on our Wall”
You’re a Momma Now
You were everything beforeNow somehow you’re even more You’re a momma now Cause we spoke those sacred lines The moon and stars alignedAnd Tamar came down Cub and momma bear It’s a primal bond you shareIt’s my job job to make sure nothing interferes As we build our home with blood and sweat and tearsContinue reading “You’re a Momma Now”
Perfectly Shlomit
You told me horror films help you relaxSet off a flood of questions I was too afraid to ask So I held my tongue, you tiptoed then plunged Through childhood memories Moved from Jung to love to artA miracle, a mystery And when you speak of mysticism Those slippery words ring true It’s the onlyContinue reading “Perfectly Shlomit”
The Same Thing
The rise and fall of your chest The wax and wane of the moonThe ebb and flow of the tide January melting into JuneThe swell of the stringsIt’s all the same thing The glint in your eyesThe glimmer of the lakeThe winking of the stars The memories that we make The shine of my weddingContinue reading “The Same Thing”
To Be Young/To Be Skilled
My spark is dyingI can feel the passion dryingI’ve grown weary of the pryingInto matters that make no difference to my life What happened to the yearning?When my soul was always burningMy mind constatly churning outIdeas that I fashioned into gold All the stories left untoldAll the songs left unsungWhat is was to be youngContinue reading “To Be Young/To Be Skilled”
Jeremy Koloski 