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 ©2001-2006 [How Could I Ask For More?] [When Leaves Fall]    [About The Poet]    [Short-Timer] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm] [A Silent Paean]    [Rainbow Color Reality] [Hear The Mountains Calling] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [A Matter of Time]    [Understanding Anne Sexton] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Home]   [Poetry]   [Short Stories] [Quotes]   [Philosophy]   [Biographies] [Links]   [Copyright]   [Contact]    [Site Index] <top>