Have we considered something like a Facebook group?

Poor Little Girl Your love affairs all started well, but none of them had legs … There’s just no place to go after you fall. You’re chasing cotton candy like you think it’s steak and eggs: You won’t find satisfaction there at all. There might be something in your eye ‘cause all you see are stars Ea...

Thank. I wish I could say I didn't know from experience ...

There’s razor wire inside my chest connecting rib to rib; The wall around my heart could make Fort Knox look like a crib. All this to protect me from what no one knows is real: The things I never tell you that I feel. Oh, I admit, I laugh a lot: the whole world is my joke; But swallow your pride too...

Two Christmas Trees It’s so hard to grasp When you’re 8 years old; So he just has to ask, “How does Santa Claus know? I live in two places, So I sure hope he sees… And tells all his reindeer I’ve got two Christmas trees.” It’s a time to rejoice; at least that’s what they say… You made your choice: ...

I started a new novel, but as you're aware, my own life is so screwed up it's a wonder I get anything done at all.

Oh you want COUNTRY ... I've got ... Too many bugs on my windshield Too many love songs on the radio I've got too much blood in my coffee stream And I've got too many miles more to go I'm tired of seeing this ol’ highway Out my windshield, and in my rearview mirror I'm tired of hearing songs That ju...

It works with the melody

Actually, most of the trouble has already happened. And that one wasn't aimed at anyone in particular ... I just heard that line and built a song around it.

How can love hurt so much? You're drawing blood each time we touch; I still want to make you mine But you're like barb wire drenched in wine. It's like tryin' to hug a porcupine. You look so innocent and cute-- With an edge like that the point is moot. I tried to step across that line, Just didn’t s...

I’m hot, I’m cold; I’m young, I’m old; I’m a little too careful and a little too bold. I’m up, I’m down; I’m silent sound; Looking for an answer that just can’t be found I know ... But I can’t take less any more; A passionate fighter In somebody else’s war. And I’m running in place just as fast I ca...

Well, yeah. a lot of my songs end up that way ...

Thanks J ... but since the "two" in question are both my sons ... kinda hard to just walk away from that ...

Thanks. Been doing a little too much of that writing of late ...

My heart is split in two equal pieces: One’s up north, and one’s in Tennessee. And I feel like a dunce – Can’t be with both at once – And it’s slowly surely cruelly killing me. So I spend a lot of time out on this highway – Back and forth, as often as I can. They both know, and they’re OK – Or at le...

yeah. wish I had the ability to play what is in my head.

Thanks, mae. It's meant to be a song. It kinda started as one thing and split off somewhere else, and actually I have ANOTHER song on ANOTHER tangent that I am working on, too ...

Never. Never enough time for all the hobbies. Dang work ...

I wish that I could give you Everything your heart desires; The truth is, I ain't got that much to give. I wish I had an island Where we both could retire ... These days I barely make enough to live. I have a million reasons Why I'm just not worth your while But there is one point I'm trying to make...

Well, I think the THOUGHT fits ... but the FORM isn't quite there yet ...

Well, I think the THOUGHT fits ... but the FORM isn't quite there yet ...

I like it. Third stanza doesn't seem to flow as well, to me...like what it says but it feels a little clunky. But I love the line "when I write the lyric of my life." There's a song in there somewhere.

I knew the site was slow, but this is ridiculous.

Yeah, I was in a mood that mornng

You smugly label him An eccentric genius: Brilliant, but hopelessly out of step With the Professional World. But what you call "out of step", I call "authentic"; Where you see "genius", I see simply the courage to go against the norm; And what you call "professional", I call an embarrassment: An exc...