Six Alarms

(I love writing Punk lyrics for a band that doesn’t exist.)

I set Six Alarms on your phone

For the nights I sleep alone.

You’ll say “the hell?” at 1:00 AM.

And wake up pissed at 2 again.

Something’s wrong for sure at 3

By 4 you’ll start to know its me.

That 5th alarms the last? its not.

6 is on your Echo Dot.

If I can’t sleep you won’t either.

I hope you catch a gnarly fever.

Mother’s Day 2017

It’s been said ‘third time’s a charm’

 But 4 can’t do you harm; Right? 

Now with 3 out the door and 1 soon to go,

We need to say this more, because we want you to know:
We all love you, and you’ll always be our Mom,

So in that sense, you can do no wrong. 


But it’s hard to show appreciation when it’s all abbreviation.

You’re the best mom in the nation.

In the world. 


But all rhymes aside, 

You made life 4 times a ride,

Through thick and thin, and love and sin,

In you we all confide. 


We think more of you, than we’re able to show,

And with your help we’ve learned to grow,

But we’re great with commotion, and bad with emotion

So we wanna be sure you know. 


While we’re sure to make more mess, like we’re destined to do,

We pray again for God to Bless every little thing about You. 


Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! 

Winter’s Fall

Remember then when I took your hand,

In November when we walked again,

Through vineyards and the orchard lands.

I wished my friend, it would never end,

And it hasn’t.

See, we are still walking if you can imagine it. 

You asked me where we were going, 

Following without knowing…

I didn’t have a clue.

So to you,

That night, I told ya:

“Wherever the left leads the right, and vise versa.”

When leaves fall from my heart, may they take me to your soul.

Because this Fall I fall for you, my Autumn Tree, my Doll. 

Moreover then, around the bend,

In December when we’ll walk again,

Through snow storms and the winters wind.

I hope my Friend, it’ll never end,

And it wont. 

There is always room to fear, but I don’t. 

You’ll ask me what I’m thinking

Peaking, blinking, speaking..

I’ll reply, shy:

“This is all my dreams are made of, 

This Journey, with you, my Love.”