About The Poet Some say I have a heart of gold And feet of clay A heart so cold and feet that run away Others may say I myself am not convinced Of either side Right my wrongs when I can And when I can't, hide Who's to say who's the perfect man? Lawmakers, lawbreakers, dragon-slayers? Give me a man who is not passion's slave And I will hold all hell at bay Oh, I'm lost alright In a sea of circumstance Past, present, pray Tell me, did I miss the dance? Got blue shoes for crying Blue skies for smiling Raindrops when I urinate And the number two's piling Still, I love this life Though it's been mean to me Dazed and confused Think I'll climb a birch tree That would be good both coming and going Said a poet much better than me. Randy Guess ©2001 [About The Poet]     [How Could I Ask For More?] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm]     [Short-Timer]     [Song of Extancy] [A Silent Paean]     [When Leaves Fall]     [Bipolarity]     [Weeping Willows] [Rainbow Color Reality]     [Hear The Mountains Calling]     [A Matter of Time] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Understanding Anne Sexton] [Home]    [What's New] [Short Stories]    [Philosophy]    [Forums] [Webrings]    [Biographies]    [Site Index]    [Contact] [Extras]    [Links]    [Copyright] <top>