Cactus Seeds

Dirty running shoes tell the story

A lonesome run down a lane so used

Ignore all pretense, the clock’s still ticking

Just like always, as timely, as crude

Once again I got fooled

 

Skip Skip

Skipping the puddles of mud

Counting, them one by one

Skip, Skip all those puddles of mud

She said “Give me the count, once you’re done”

 

Vegetation so brown, along that lonesome lane

But there is a stalker, he who can make it rain

When bushes grow tall, he makes his calls.

Carnal shrieks to fill holes, in between, his begging bowls

 

Oh I forgot again about my cactus seeds

Or buried them in too deep

When I use those cactus seeds, I bury them in too deep

 

Skip, Skip

Skipping all puddles of mud

Counting them one by one

When I am through half the lane

He alone could’ve made it rain

And so he did, did it just the same

The bushes grew tall, while I played my counting game

 

I could, cash the count, in for the seeds

If need ever be, I was in it for the seeds – buried in too deep

None would hear his mating calls,

There is none of his kind that

Hates when he plays, wants to leave but comes like waterfalls

 

Along the lonesome lane.

Oh yes, he could make it rain

The seeds will bloom, he’ll have to call in pain

Or call never ever again,

The puddles of mud remain just the same

 

Skip, Skip

I could skip a count

Or two or more

Splash Splash

Shoes for running, dirty soles.

Going in Circles

A rainbow, a rainbow

It was a rainbow, that made me sing

 

Had to search for the morning sun

Among the clouds in the wet grey sky

And there it was, as perfect as real

The rainbow that made me smile

 

A rainbow that made me sing.

A rainbow, a rainbow

It wasn’t the rain but a rainbow that made me sing.

 

And I know you’ll fade within a blink

It’s not supposed to last

Yet, should I stop to sing?

Should I restart my journey back

To find another rainbow, after another grey morning…