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  1. please forgive my double post but I forgot to post this here when I wrote it. People Who Don’t Want to Be Found ©2017 Robert George BMI Well, I walked a beat along the misty Frisco shore Till I pistol-whipped a pimp who killed a teenage whore Now I make a living as a low-rent private eye I’m a shamus cloaked in shadow, I’m a midnight spy Got a dusty one-room office in Chinatown Time is loss and misery, so there will always be People who don’t wanna be found I can put a tracker on her husband’s Chevy, If a wife suspects he’s gettin’ hot n heavy With a secretary who’s a sweet young honeypot Yeah, I get paid a C-note daily plus expenses, Got a shoulder-holster…I use telephoto lenses You can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll get the money shot There ain’t no one, nowhere I can’t track down Time is loss and misery, so there will always be People who don’t wanna be found One day some guy told me that his wife was off the grid Claimed she skipped town last summer with his kid Thought she might be in Fremont or San Jose If I found her there’d be two grand bonus pay Promised he just wanted her back safe n sound Time is loss and misery, so there will always be People who don’t wanna be found She turned out to be a battered Venus, Workin’ drive-thru somewhere near Salinas And her beauty outshone all the scars upon her face She was barely thirty with a streak of grey hair, More than half her paycheck went to rent and day care I could see that she depended on the Good Lord’s grace Though I didn’t wanna tell him that I’d tracked her down Time is loss and misery, so there will always be People who don’t wanna be found I understood the reasons for her disappearing act Love is life and shouldn’t be a suicidal pact So I lost my license when I broke her husband’s jaw I left Frisco just ahead of Johnny Law Fate’s a circle just as sure as this world is round Time is loss and misery, so there will always be People who don’t wanna be found Well, I walked a beat along the misty Frisco shore Till I pistol whipped a pimp who killed a teenage whore…
  2. How Long Do I Have ©2017 Robert George BMI How long do I have Till the bitter kiss of life will let me be And the sandy touch of time will set me free How long do I have Though I’ve always paid my health its rightful part And declined the hemlock of a spiteful heart Maybe all my prayers will matter little And forever will be noncommittal But all faith is void if men are certain What awaits behind the stardust curtain How long do I have Till I learn if heaven will undo my death Fill my cup with eons and renew my breath Maybe all my prayers will matter little And forever will be noncommittal But all faith is void if men are certain What awaits behind the stardust curtain How long do I have Till the bitter kiss of life will let me be…
  3. Thanks Emily.
  4. Leaves Without a Tree ©2017 Robert George BMI Leaves without a tree Sail the wind and celebrate their liberty But the rinds of freedom are their only fruits Now that they’ve renounced their father and their roots Leaves without a tree Fight amongst their own and never will agree So they scatter north and south and east and west As if chaos was the reason for their quest With’ring on the scorching sand and pebbles For ingratitude tolls a heavy fee One more faction of abandoned rebels Slowly becoming leaves without a tree Leaves without a tree Gather near an oak that’s motionless yet free They enrich that mighty oak’s surrounding soil Its own leaves grow verdant from remaining loyal Ev’ry heart who’s lacking roots resembles What a river achieves without the sea When alone at night his freedom trembles Like a small pile of leaves without a tree Leaves without a tree Sail the wind and celebrate their liberty…
  5. Thanks Emily.
  6. If I Pen a Masterpiece I can paint a bubbling fountain, Mold the canyons of a mountain With the rhythm of a simple line Violet moons…the sun and Venus, I have touched them with the freeness Of a man who wanders verse and rhyme But as yet I can’t uncover Phrases that describe a lover With all my tomorrows in her hand Looking back on all I’ve written I can find your beauty hidden In each rhyme about forever’s plan Someday I will write a song, for a love that will not cease I will name it after you, if I pen a masterpiece And when doubts have robbed my spirit In the darkness I can hear it Somehow when you hold me silently And when life seems cruel and lawless Even songs provide no solace You can find the words to comfort me And I’ve tried to see each daisy Ev’ry river running lazy In a light that’s soft and lyrical When I feel the warmth within you Know, my love, that I’ll continue Trying to describe a miracle Someday I will write a song, for a love that will not cease I will name it after you, if I pen a masterpiece And for a man so small What I need most of all Is for someone to believe in me You’ve helped me understand That heaven’s open hand Blesses ev’ry sparrow…even me Someday I will write a song, for a love that will not cease I will name it after you, if I pen a masterpiece
  7. Love and War ©2017 Robert George BMI Eileen felt the slow approaching winter storm As she prayed to God and shoveled sod Upon a torn grey uniform Then she saw a stranger stagger from the foggy trees He was cold n weak, with tear-stained cheeks Mud and blood up to his knees And though that stranger’s uniform was blue He took that widow’s spade, filled the grave and then he prayed That God might show him mercy, too O love and war Seem to be eternal on this earth Yet love remains When the dead have learned what war is worth He was set to walk off in the snowy night Eileen took his arm, pointed to her farmhouse and invited him inside He slept on the bear rug by the fieldstone fireplace Right at dawn, there was coffee on And he cried at breakfast when she said grace Ev’ry day she cleaned his wounds and wrapped them up in gauze Ev’ry night by candlelight he pondered soldiers and their cause Cos love and war Seem to be eternal on this earth Yet love remains When the dead have learned what war is worth Then one morning he was hunting in the woods alone Union soldiers found her farm, ripped her dress and burned her barn Thinkin’ she was livin’ on her own Well, he saw the smoke and ran back with his gun They had the same uniform, he himself had worn And yet he still killed ev’ry one By the time he wed Eileen he was neither blue nor grey Cos he figured God above, was a God of love And love’s the only way to pray Yes, love and war Seem to be eternal on this earth Yet love remains When the dead have learned what war is worth O love and war Seem to be eternal on this earth Yet love remains When the dead have learned what war is worth
  8. Thanks Tammy! I'm actually reading a Bernie Wrightson collection right now. I don't know anyone who can draw like that and couldn't pay them if I did. Such is life.
  9. Thanks Emily.
  10. Caravan of Secrets ©2017 Robert George BMI There’s a meadow twelve miles out of Corpus Cristi And that night the air was ominous and misty They rolled down a dirt road on a coach and horses And the stallions’ nostrils steamed with hidden forces They were followed by a caravan of wagons Painted on their sides were fiery lakes and dragons They’re a nomad family of old world gypsies Now roaming back roads from Seattle to Poughkeepsie It’s a caravan of secrets Riding in the night It’s a wagon train of shadows Hiding in the light Her name was Janna and she scented of desire And she went to local taverns passing out free fliers Mobs of men came out that night to watch her tango Shady strangers, Texas rangers, High School teachers, Baptist preachers And a dealer from Durango Gypsy elders hawked their powders, pills and potions While the men folk gawked at Jezebel in motion The next day hunters found young Janna dead and savaged And the wagons had been overturned and ravaged It’s a caravan of secrets Riding in the night It’s a wagon train of shadows Hiding in the light Well, the elders answered all the sheriff’s questions All while nodding and ignoring his suggestions They laid Janna low and whispered ancient verses Reading psalms and proverbs that resembled curses First they bought supplies and then repaired their wagons And when they departed moonlight seemed to feed the dragons That night something bound and gagged a basement blogger Locked him in a closet with a rodent fogger It’s a caravan of secrets Riding in the night It’s a wagon train of shadows Hiding in the light Ev’rybody thought that preacher was an ass wipe No one cried when he was blown up by a faulty gas pipe When they found that teacher’s tongue beside his iPad They just figgered he had ratted on a Chinese Triad Then that dealer made a run to Colorado Had ten pounds of Blue Dream in his El Dorado He was doin’ eighty-two when something blew his tire And the town of Spunky Flat got toasted from the fire Well, the sheriff questioned bikers From a sleazy local joint Though he rounded up hitch-hikers They were not the focal point It was doubtful it was grifters Cos the homicides were hideous Then two superstitious drifters Said it’s something more insidious Well, the sheriff drank some potion then he popped some tic-tacs And he thought about retiring on his pension and his kick backs Then he mulled the murders as he drove along the ocean And a stallion rode the starlight as he sipped his potion Well, that lawman couldn’t keep his squad car steady When he saw the undead lady rider with the long machete Then a treasure hunter off the coast of Key West Found the sheriff’s head inside a sunken sea chest It’s a caravan of secrets Riding in the night It’s a wagon train of shadows Hiding in the light Ev’ry kingdom has its version Of a legend from a prehistoric age Old monks say a deaf mute Persian First scribed it on a vellum page And that wagons hauled by steaming horses Were once hitched up to a saber-tooth And that tiger was a herald for angelic forces Who would smite the seed of Cain with truth It’s a caravan of secrets Riding in the night It’s a wagon train of shadows Hiding in the light
  11. Thanks Tammy.
  12. Inherit the Night ©2016 Robert George BMI Well, she peeks out through the curtains at the white cross on the hill Then she takes a nap because she’s got a little time to kill She snores loud enough to wake the dead until she hears a knock She lets her lover in and then makes sure the door is locked Peeks outside again then pours the man a frosty cold Sprite Someone somewhere has been fated to inherit the night Well, her lover drinks another and he thinks it’s slightly sweet He collapses in the kitchen and she wraps him in a sheet Drags him down the back steps to a deep hole she’d already dug Works her spade with speed because her deed attracted crows and bugs She was able to ignore the smallest twinges of fright All because her purse was happy to inherit the night A mist entwines the midnight pines But the merry murderess is locked up tight Sometimes the mist has rolled across the meadow, Like a mystical quicksilver shadow Other nights the shadow stood and walked upright She’s been finding dry mud on the walk outside our door And it’s like something rifled papers in the chest of drawers It’s been days since she has been to town in our old Dodge But something moved the jug of anti-freeze in our garage And tonight they’ll find her secret bottles of Sprite That’s how she helped two fools inherit the night O she awakes and sweats and shakes All because she hears a footfall on the creaky stairs She dons her red robe and her ratty sandals Strikes a wood match and she lights a candle, Shuddering at scratching mice and squeaky chairs I’d moved off the stairs and stalked across the kitchen floor Leaving muddy smudges on our old refrigerator door She looked out a downstairs window at the white cross on the hill There was sod upon the sidewalk and the restless mice grew still And a half moon hovered like a haunted ivory kite Guided by the damned who were soon to inherit the night She looked around and heard a sound In the barn where bats and screech owls often hid Near the chopping stump beside the chickens, She was almost conscience stricken When she heard a door creak like a coffin lid Somewhere in her cold heart empty vows and promises were made Trusting souls were tricked and faithful men and lovers were betrayed Food and drinks were spiked and signatures were forged Soil has appetites for bones and soon its gut would be engorged The larceny of flesh becomes the cold ground’s delight Hungry mouths abound when mortal men inherit the night Some men feel a wicked woman’s bosom and their conscience warps She’d persuaded poor Doc Carradine to sign off on my corpse Now he’s in our backyard and there’s no one signing off on his Cos the taste of anti-freeze was smothered by the sweetness of her kiss Now she saw me coming and she recognized her sad plight And instead of my insurance she’d inherit the night I was gonna haul her back to an eternal wooden bed But I’ll bet that bitch’ll keep on snoring even when she’s dead So I let the doctor drag her screaming to his den of earth In a hole she dug herself she’ll feel a cold and dark rebirth Well, I filled their grave by moonlight and I packed it down tight Then I climbed that hilltop happy to inherit the night
  13. Who Goes There ©2016 Robert George BMI Out among the rolling azure canyons Where the whale songs are my sole companions I hear footfalls on the twilight ocean And they grace the foam with phantom motion Who goes there In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night Who knows where Spirits walk alone without the night O she mostly finds me after sunset And she whispers to me like the undead Tongues of men and angels when it’s windy Some nights Hebrew…some nights Greek and Hindi Who goes there In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night Who knows where Spirits walk alone without the night She roams near the old abandoned lighthouse With her flaming hair and flowing white blouse And though locals claim it’s sacrilegious She inhabits foggy covered bridges Who goes there In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night Who knows where Spirits walk alone without the night I have lived a fisherman’s life Where the tides demand their nautical toll They’ve revealed a traveler’s wife Is the vessel with the prodigal soul I have faith in seraphs and gods And have knelt before them most of my life And though I’m no fool for hoaxes and frauds I believe that she’s the ghost of my wife She’s no priestess visiting from Haiti She’s no banshee or a bloofer lady She’s the one who walked into the ocean Soothing sadness with its salty potion Who goes there In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night Who knows where Spirits walk alone without the night And now I suspect that lonely specter Wishes me to share that briny nectar Cut my anchor and forsake my tether So that we can walk the seas together Who goes there In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night Who knows where Spirits walk alone without the night Now an old boat drifts on misty waters And it scatters gulls and scares the otters And a Coast Guard cutter finds the trawler Through the fog we can hear the captain holler “Who goes there In the cloaks of mist that cloud the night Who knows where Spirits walk alone without the night”
  14. The Beast Among Us ©2016 Robert George BMI Well, I had a crazy fastball back when I was ten years old And I got in lotsa trouble when I knocked a neighbor cold Mama made me spend the summer with my Uncle Tim She was sure I’d learn respect and discipline from him Now, my uncle was a decorated former Green Beret He lived alone up in the Rockies and preferred it that way He had a tiny TV set and VCR Record player and some Stones and CCR Ammo boxes full of clips and shot gun shells Copy of Pulp Fiction autographed by Ving Rhames AR-15 on a rack above his King James Coupla jugs of shine and not much else On my first day there he got my bedroll from the shed Walkin’ down that piney path he looked at me and said, “The Beast among us Leaves a footprint in the mud And the one who saves us Does so with his own blood” He said, “Regret and blood’s the price we pay for liberty Although it may seem I lurk in shadows…shadows lurk in me Now, your mama wants you on a righteous path that’s straight n true But a road that paved with useless rules can lead to Satan, too Let the Good Lord be your law and stand erect against what’s wild And there’s a chance that life will free the man within the child” If my wants were simple, God’d grant my wish So he took me huntin’, taught me how to fish And he told me tales while choppin’ logs Said those foggy hills were full of superstations There were rumors of a restless apparition That’d killed some farmers’ cows and hogs And the beast among us Leaves a footprint in the mud And the one who saves us Does so with his own blood Now, some had said the killer’s just a hungry grizzly bear Some said it’s both man and beast with monstrous feet and shaggy hair Either way my uncle said beware the woods beneath the midnight sky And sometimes you’re better off to run and live than fight and die And yet one night when he was asleep I snuck out like a fool Searchin’ down the rocky moonlit paths for ghosts and ghouls I saw lights that coulda been a spectral flame Smokestack lightning from a phantom train With the devil as the engineer But those lights were just my mind’s creation Magic paintings from a boy’s imagination There was nothing in the night to fear Though such fantasies are just the fruits of youth The twisted tree of superstition has its roots in truth And the beast among us Leaves a footprint in the mud And the one who saves us Does so with his own blood Well, I sat and listened to a hoot owl singin’ to the trees And my goosebumps felt his eerie night song clingin’ to the breeze I thought how my uncle said that life is here n then it’s gone And the longest summer days start disappearin’ when it’s dawn O it goes so fast, so folks revere the past and like preserving days gone by But the King above, is the source of love and is deserving praise on High Yeah, I sat there musing underneath the watchful silver moon And I heard a twig snap somewhere in the misty gloom From the shadows in the woods emerged a monstrous shape Moonlight on the grizzly’s teeth said there was no escape And just then another monster walked out from behind a tree With two giant steps he stood between the grizzly bear and me In the ground fog there were growls and muddy paws In the darkness there were howls and bloody claws As the two beasts fought each other to the death Then the grizzly bit the monster’s neck and shoulder But the monster slammed his head against a boulder And the grizzly dropped and drew his final breath O the beast among us Leaves a footprint in the mud And the one who saves us Does so with his own blood Well, the beast limped off and I could tell that he was badly hurt All he left to show my uncle was a footprint in the dirt Kneeling in the grass and dry mud he could see that blood was spilled Buzzards slowly took the bear and no more farmers’ hogs were killed Though my uncle said to keep my mouth shut when I got back home I still think about that summer and the mystic seeds I’d sown But I know that forward vision in the wisest view And that yesterday is nothing to look forward to And a maverick’s life and footprints are sublime Things occur in secret that are better out of sight It’s in shadow where their deeds keep shining bright And unfold the future like a map through time And the beast among us Leaves a footprint in the mud And the one who saves us Does so with his own blood