Max and My Pot Pie

“Max! Get away from there! And what are you doing on the counter? You know better than that.”

“Meooow.”

“No, not now, not ever. That pot pie is my dinner tonight. And you’ve already been fed.”

“Meooow.”

“No, Max! Not now. How many times to I have to say it. No!”

“MEOOOW!”

“Scream at me all you want, I don’t care. The answer is still no. Now let me get you off the counter and back on the floor.

“There. Uh-oh, you think rubbing yourself against my leg is gonna soften me up, do you? Not happening, Max. Me and Mrs. Fields pies go back a long way, and - Max! Get off the counter and get away from that ...

“Max! MAX! Oh, come on, Max, why did you have to go and do that! That was a perfectly good chicken pot pie and you ruined it. You knocked it right into your food dish and ... wait a minute! You did that on purpose, you little sneak.

“What am I gonna do with you, Max. I swear, you are more trouble than you are worth sometimes. You drive me crazy and you don’t even have a car!”

“Meooow?”

“Now you’re asking me? That’s funny. Go ahead, you might as well, Max. I can’t bake it in the condition it’s in now.

“Ya know, you can be a real pain in the ass at times, but I still love you. Now, get off the counter and go eat my dinner.”

“Meow?”

“Yes, now, before I change my mind.”

Looking in the cupboard, I see Charlie the Tuna on the can. Guess if he can eat my dinner, I can eat his.

Now.

If you knew you were going to die tomorrow,

What would you tell your wife?

What would you say, looking her in the eye,

If you knew you were loosing your life?

If you knew you were going to die,

What would you tell your child, just two,

Who doesn't understand what your last goodbye means,

Would you really know what to do?

You know you are going to die,

Never to see another sunset,

Would you cherish the last rays of the end of the day,

Or lament your life half spent?

That moment, now at hand,

Your heart trembles in fear,

What would you feel,

If none shed a tear?

Consciousness fading away,

At the end of your last day,

What are your last thoughts,

As you pass into death,

For now my dear friend,

What more can be said,

You have just passed away,

Your stone dead.

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long.

I just can’t seem to get past this fog.

The lessons I’ve learned are older then time.

I should not yet be this wise.

The world is thorny and dark.

Humans have now left there mark.

Pollution in the air.

Nobody seems to care.

I just can’t get past this fog.

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long.

It hurts that I may never see you,

Never even meet you in person.

I love the internet,

How it gives so much opportunity,

But still I long for face to face.

Is it possible to be friends,

Or even acquaintances,

If we have never met?

It hurts that we are strangers,

Friendly, hopeful strangers,

Who might never meet.

Do you want to meet me as well?

Do you want to see me too?

Do you wonder how,

I look, act, and sound,

In person?

I wonder how,

You look, act, and sound,

In person.

Honestly, I do.

I convince myself I’m over you.

Sometimes I feel as if I am.

Free to do as I wish, not busy thinking of what you’re doing.

But then I see you again, and our eyes meet.

All of the feelings I’ve been ignoring rush back over, me like a tsunami,

and I find myself drowning.

Drowning in the waves.

Drowning in your eyes.

Drowning in my feelings.

In too deep to be saved.

I love my mom, this I know

Her love for me is greater though

As a kid, I’d laugh and play

Having fun all through the day

Then one time I almost died

She stayed right by my side

Near my bed, in a chair

I opened my eyes and saw her there

She held my hand and wiped my face

She prayed for the pain to erase

My mom talked all day long

Helping me to be strong

I wasn’t broken, I could be

Anything I wanted to be

I’m more grown now and I know

A mother’s love is more than show

Even though I said one day

I told my mom that I was gay

My mom turned and said to me

She didn’t care what I may be

She said that I am still her son

And any who hurt me better run

She’ll protect me wrong or right

For me, a bear she would fight

I try my best to be good, not bad

I want my mom to be always glad

Call her mom, protector, or friend

A mother’s love will never end.

I don’t know where I’m going

Or where I’ve been

Or who I am

I think I’ve gotten lost

Somewhere between the safety of home

And wherever I’ve ended up

I can’t seem to remember

What my original plan was

Where was I going?

Maybe I didn’t have a plan

Maybe I just wanted to run

All I can do now

Is hope the waves

Will carry me safely to shore

So I can start again

And maybe I’ll just run right back

Maybe I just want to live

Lost in the waves

With no purpose

With nothing to do

With no one I have to please

Maybe for once,

I just want to live for myself

In a place they will never find me

The waves will keep me safe

But somehow,

They always bring me back home

Verse:

The summer was mild,

A few years ago,

We exchanged smiles,

Through the window.

Your hair was light brown,

Mine a dark black,

You said not to frown,

So I smiled right back.

Chorus:

Lay with me, by the sea,

Hold my hand, guide me along,

Look in my eyes, say you love me,

Pull me close, embrace me strong.

Verse:

We can sail the world,

Just you and me,

Our sails have unfurled,

Now we are free.

I know you have been hurt,

I have been too,

With your worn-out shirt,

I will be true.

Chorus:

Lay with me, by the sea,

Hold my hand, guide me along,

Look in my eyes, say you love me,

Pull me close, embrace me strong.

Bridge:

Can’t we run away,

Far from this today.

Save me,

I’ll save you.

Tell me you see,

That I love you.

Chorus:

Lay with me, by the sea,

Hold my hand, guide me along,

Look in my eyes, say you love me,

Pull me close, embrace me strong.

Outro:

Too bad the summer,

Does not last long,

We will suffer,

All winter long.

Soon we will be,

Far from each other,

Just think of me,

As your lover.

I love you.

Music (Slightly Altered):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OF2RFOHS0Xg&list=PLlm5Nl7lOw8K2vOJB-8SVkwIXsrtALw-k&index=13&t=0s

Anything else to write?

An emotion?

Some random subject matter

Might entice?

I mean-what do I wanna say?

Trying to chill

But I’m so uphill

As my leg trembles &

Thoughts run away

Damn...

There are words just

Below the surface

I know I scribbled this on purpose...

Aww what the hell

Fuck this...

...Mellow rock instrumentation

Mild rhythmic syncopation...

Fading gentle

Scratchy acoustic echoes...

Inspiration shines & away She goes...