Low down gutter blues song.. what I mean to say.. so young feeling weak find moves in
Got a mirror partner.. steady always strong.. drawing true and easy.. ‘With Honore’ along..
Every friend with his girl.. every friend with mine.. honor as you would my friend.. headin’ down the line..
You may stand with me in thought.. your body been long gone.. shortest distance tween two points.. ‘straight’ for king or pawn..
Kathy took a ride with me.. knew she would come back.. to my friend her man.. looked to her eyes saw dark.. and black..
Found later what it was.. caused her passion wilt.. nothing in a love song.. she looked to pay her guilt..
Took my truck to see someone.. ‘be back soon he said’.. messing with the messers up.. those who speak with lead..
Year or two playing blues.. forgiveness was my way.. but my friend who lost himself.. relives again that day..
many years come to me.. some stay well in mind.. best of best friends.. lovers tending feelings that I find.. old friend stands petrified.. frozen in the due.. of a friendship lost not dead.. a wound the only true.. first one out the barrel.. 2 more cold as frost.. insanity took a toll.. a never ending cost..
when in teens and twenties.. those magic love in years.. preening women plenty.. lot of drama.. laughs and tears.. moving on good feelings.. of a young strong time.. filter through to kilter.. solid as when in my prime..
know you we remember well your youth come to those years.. grow summer September hell and truth to quell the fears..
Living memory forever.. beyond time and days.. in the mirror as it was.. Me ‘With Honore’..
Thought.. As personal processes are entered and understood in the writing process I find two things that must be.. one is honesty.. first with myself.. then for those who may enjoy what I present.. after each learning journey.. feelings always bring me home..