Dennis S. Martin's Blog, page 64

Everything will be Alright

Iremember those times back when I was a kid

Whenthe world would come crashing

Withall of its might.

Noone could save me til Momma stepped in

Toassure me that “everything will be alright”.

 

Lifecan be crazy.

Lifecan be cruel.

Sometimesyou can’t tell what’s wrong from what’s right.

ButMom was the touchstone that made it all clear

Saying,“Don’t you know everything will be alright?”

 

Ican still see her standing at the front door,

Hereyes filled with wisdom, without any fears,

Knowingthe answer before I asked the questions,

Readyto wipe away all of my tears.

 

Ihope that her days never turn dark and gray,

Hopethat her future will always be bright.

Butif she ever needs me

I’llreach out my hand

Andsay, “Don’t worry, Momma,

Everythingwill be alright.”

 

Climb the Stairs

Somuch to tell you…

Solittle time…

Longingthe sweet taste

Ofyour lips on mine.

Washingaway

Allour worries and cares.

Timestands still

Aswe climb the stairs.

 

Dayslast forever

Whenwe are apart,

Countingeach second

TilI find my heart.

Theglint of your smile,

Thescent of your hair,

Lifebegins

Aswe climb the stairs.

 

Lifeis a highway and you hold the keys

Toevery dream that I weave.

Iwould be nothing without loving you,

That’swhy I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve.

 

Icount my blessings

Andsay a brief prayer,

Knowinghow wonderful

Mylife can be.

Whenwe climb the stairs

Atthe end of the day

Upto Heaven…

Justyou and me.

 

The Wind Sings Your Name

Thebreezes glide free over welcoming trees

Whosway back and forth as if playing a game,

Anda song, sweet and gentle, comes soft to my ear,

Everclear as the wind sings your name.

 

Iwalk next to Heaven with your hand in mine,

Letthe rest of the world go insane.

We’rehere together at the end of the day

Huddledclose as the wind sings your name.

 

Nevera question,

Nevera doubt,

Noneed for us to pretend.

Anytime we see the end of a road,

Wefind a way to start over again.

 

Ionly know when I walk close to you

Weknow where we’re going

Fromthe way that we’ve came.

Tolisten,

Towonder,

Toknow that it’s true,

It’syou…

          And the wind sings your name.

 

Drink to Us

Raisea glass,

          Raise a bottle,

                    Drain the keg if you please,

Runyour engine full throttle

                    In the cool evening breeze.

Bea friend,

          Be a partner,

                    Be the one that I trust.

Drinka toast to forever,

          Drink to us.

 

Ican recall all the good times we’ve known,

Themillion and one ways our friendship has grown,

Thelaughter, the tears, the frets and the fuss,

So,let’s toast to ourselves,

Drinkto us.

 

Raisea glass,

          Raise a bottle,

                    Drain the keg if you please,

Runyour engine full throttle

In the cool evening breeze.

Bea friend,

          Be a partner,

                    Be the one that I trust.

Drinka toast to forever,

          Drink to us.

 

Neversay never, and always be true.

Ican’t imagine a time without you.

We’retaking our time. There’s no need to rush.

Raiseyour glass one more time.

Drinkto us.

 

Whispering Trees

Secretsare living

Inevery corner,

Ridingthe waves of

Asoft summer breeze,

Hidingin colors

Thatfollow the rainbow,

Bornon the soft breath

Ofwhispering trees.

 

Rosecolored glasses

Canmake things seem better,

Hideall the misery

Toa degree,

Butthe trees bare their fruit

Inhushes and whispers,

Yieldingthe harsh truth of reality.

 

Sweetsighs and goodbyes abound in her boughs,

Everyword ever said.

Silenceand thunder and all in between,

Everythought out of every head.

 

Youcan find Heaven,

Youcan find hell,

Youcan fall down

Onyour knees.

Offera prayer for

Theknowledge you find

Inthe voices of

Whisperingtrees.

 

Tight Black Leather

Hattiewalks into the Red Rooster Bar,

Everyhead turns her way.

Jawsdrop, eyes blink, tongues get all tied up,

Nobodyknows what to say.

Marriedguys wishing that they were still single,

Singleguys starting to drool,

Watchingher walking in that tight black leather,

Anxiousto offer a welcome barstool.

 

Shedoesn’t see the effect that she’s having,

Ormaybe she knows.

Awink and a blink and an innocent smile

Cantake her as far as she’s wanting to go.

 

SomedayI’m hoping to work up the nerve

Togo up and ask her to dance.

ButI wouldn’t want her to laugh in my face,

I’dbe afraid to take such a chance.

Womenlike Hattie are special, you know.

Onthat point we all can agree.

She’scrossing the room in that tight black leather,

AndI hope she sits next to me.

 

Whatdo I do if she bids me ‘hello’?

Willmy lips find an opening line?

WillI stutter and stammer to find the right words

Tosay to a lady who seems so refined?

Ijust stay quiet as she walks on by,

ThoughI think she did glance my way.

Shekeeps walking on in that sleek tight black leather

Neverknowing she just made my day.

 

Working the Room

Champagneglasses clink together,

Laughterfills the evening air,

Musicset its subtle mood as

Fashionflashes everywhere.

Inthe middle of it all

Youbegin to weave your loom,

AndI can only stand in awe

Towatch you work the room.

 

There’sa sparkle in your eye

Meantfor all the world to know,

Capturedfrom a midnight sky,

Projectedin its afterglow.

Liftingup your audience

Farbeyond the waning moon,

Magicfollows everywhere as you’re

Workingthe room.

 

Otherstry to steal your spotlight,

Butthey can’t compete.

Theyjust fade into the background,

Leftto worship at your feet.

 

Youare every roving star

Fillingup the nighttime sky,

Flauntingwings of fantasy;

Nevermind the reason why.

Findingfavor everywhere to

Chaseaway the gloom.

There’sa celebration as you’re

Workingthe room.

 

Trails of Trials

Takethis cup away.

I’vealready filled it up with tears

Traveleddown this road before;

Beena wayward rover all these years;

Blazeda thousand trails,

Musthave wandered for a million miles,

Wonderingif there will be an end

Tothese trails of trials.

 

Ikeep wanting to pretend

Everythingis alright,

Flipa switch and start again

Tosing a brand new song,

Takeanother golden path

Tolead me to happiness,

Butevery time I turn my head I see

Thatthe feeling is wrong.

 

Hitthe highway running strong, 

Nothingreally left to lose,

Takedirections from the wind,

Finda brand new attitude.

MaybeI can change my luck,

Maybejust a few more miles

Ican find a brand new me

Onthese trails of trials.

 

Rapture

It’sjust you and I, my love,

Wrappedup in this rapture,

Contentjust to be as one

Asthe twilight fades into the night.

We’recounting the falling stars

Thatrace through the heavens

Torest in your waiting eye,

Andthe world seems so right.

 

Onelast kiss and we say goodnight,

Yourhead on my pillow.

Fallasleep sharing so much more

Thanthe air that we breathe.

Twohearts keeping perfect time

Ina silent forever

Withthe rapture of happiness

Inthe dreams that we weave.

 

Ifthe whole world goes crazy

AndI can’t seem to go one more mile,

It’senough just to be

Inyour sweet company.

AllI need is the warmth of your smile.

 

Theworld can fade into dust.

Its’treasures can’t last anyway.

Butone thing I know for sure

Willendure to the end of all days.

Thisrapture we feel inside

Willalways be there to see us through.

Fromnow til the end of time

Myrapture is loving you.

 

Rodeo Hearts

Wildand free

          Like a mustang running ‘cross the openplains,

Youand me

          Diving headlong screaming through aring of flame.

Andwe never stop to wonder if

Itall might fall apart.

Wejust ride that raging bull with our rodeo hearts.

 

Eyeto eye

          Is what we see when we are in the hereand now.

Nogoodbye.

          Wouldn’t want to face the futureanyhow.

Andwe’ll ride this bronco to a place

Wherereason soon departs,

Livingout our dreams right now with our rodeo hearts.

 

Reachingout and reaching onto every crazy dream,

Makingno excuses on the way.

Fillingup our senses til they’re bursting at the seams,

Webrave the night until the break of day.

 

Untilthen

          There is no denying what we have todo.

Itwould be a sin

          If we stopped right now and didn’t seeit through.

So, we take our winnings and we say a prayer

Asthe wisdom soon departs.

We’lljust keep on riding high on our rodeo hearts.