by Emms » Sat Jun 03, 2006 7:47 am
The microphone whines. I have to squint away the glare from the stage-lights... There's silence in The Lounge tonight...
Memories Are Like Ships…
A shivering wind through the trees;
An ocean of green promises;
A ship floating on an open sea;
The whole truth is abreast of me now…
I was young then, sitting on my grandmother’s floor
with the smell of carpet and vinyl all around me.
Growing up, my grandma had a room full of hooks,
and things hung there, as things do…
but the room is empty now, and my grandmother is
just a ghost of something past;
Of things I remembered once…
but memories never last.
They fade like the color of the leaves…
And the cycle starts again,
in endless circles.
And the drum beats steadily the sound
of that endless summer.
And the hooks are all holes now, in the plaster;
Something to be fixed.
Come and gone is the laughter
like the rain through the trees
Dripping
slowly
downward,
leaf to leaf,
pushed along by the breeze.
And the children starve;
And the dogs roam the streets,
looking for someone to eat.
My mother was like that once…
starving for love, searching for peace.
What she found was less than that--
A bag of tricks. A piece of meat.
I turned an eye to the sky,
and closed my ears to the fear…
I remember I couldn’t sleep if I could hear.
I was young then, sitting on my grandmother’s floor
with the smell of carpet and vinyl all around me.
But the room is empty now and my grandmother is
just a ghost of something past,
of things I remembered once…
but memories, they never last.
They fade like the color of the leaves;
And the wind shivers through the trees;
An ocean of green;
A ship on an open sea.
... I'm giving you one pointer about women... it's your life tip for the future ... 
never ask a women her age...always charm them with a younger age 
did you talk to her? did you flirt with her?? did you say: "hey baby...what's up, girl?" did you give her your phone number??
