Tuesday, March 29, 2016

"West Texas Waltz"

He was a honky tonk hero
She was the West Texas Rose
He had his hands clenched in hatred
She made the sweet flowers grow.

They met on a Saturday evening
At a place called the "Last Chance Saloon"
Her hand in his stopped the trembling
When he laughed as they danced
 cross the room.

The jukebox was playing a beautiful song
A tune called the "West Texas Waltz"
And it seemed like the whole world 
was dancing along
With the music controlling it all.

Away, come away from that window
Come lay down beside me awhile
You know I stepped out of the shadows
To walk in the Warmth of your Smile.

Nobody knows me like you do
You changed me and made me a man
I gave up the life of an outlaw
The day that you gave me your hand.

 He was a honky tonk hero
She was the West Texas Rose
They met on a Saturday evening
 She made the sweet flowers grow.  

~Billy Joe Shaver

 29 March, 2016  

Thursday, March 3, 2016


When it's late at night and branches
are banging against the windows,
you might think that Love is just a matter

of leaping out of the frying pan of yourself
into the fire of someone else,
but it's a little more complicated than that.

It's more like trading the two birds
who might be hiding in that bush
for the one you are not holding in your hand.

A wise man once said that Love
was like forcing a horse to drink
but then everyone stopped thinking of him as wise.

Let us be clear about something.
Love is not as simple as getting up
on the wrong side of the bed wearing the emperor's clothes.

No, it's more like the way the pen 
feels after it has defeated the sword.
It's a little like the penny saved or the nine dropped stitches.

You look at me through the halo of the last candle
and tell me Love is an ill wind
that has no turning, a road that blows no good.

but I am here to remind you,
as our shadows tremble on the walls,
that Love is the early bird who is better late than never.

~Billy Collins

3 March, 2016