tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57677223131021380802024-03-07T23:20:03.613-08:00The Smoker's Lounge-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-65011670247698655752011-03-12T21:25:00.000-08:002011-03-12T21:28:29.174-08:00Change of VenueDue to boredom, I'm switching my blog to <a href="http://smokeyjoe3.blogspot.com/">http://smokeyjoe3.blogspot.com</a> If anyone actually reads this, check out the new site....I'm gonna be working on updating it in the next few weeks seeing as though it looks exactly like this one. lol. hmu. Until then, peace and love.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-61029381873124831542011-03-04T23:26:00.000-08:002011-03-04T23:40:16.965-08:00Color SchemeIt's all the red in me, this intensity<br />and you're as pure as purple<br />as cool and calm as sky blue<br />and as naturally green as my envy<br />for the other Navy Blues<br />...as it all fades to black<br />I'm reborn in a burst of yellow<br />full of vibrant pink life<br />yet still lost in the bowl of oranges<br />blinded by white light-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-90783724692119102011-02-23T20:46:00.001-08:002011-02-23T20:47:04.096-08:00Like she was plucked from a picture<br />and placed there facing me<br />with gorgeous eyes that seemed to gleam<br />and could shoot a glance to cut glass<br />and break hearts-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-87028796932217256322009-12-03T20:37:00.000-08:002009-12-03T20:40:48.551-08:00UntitledThey go marching at the slightest of commands<br />Like hired guns paid in carnage<br />all they want is a taste<br />a taste of you at your worst<br />the sight of your last breath<br />as it condenses in the cold air<br />like your soul being set free<br />as your body becomes theirs<br />they'll take as they please-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-37302475867994873512009-08-09T22:56:00.000-07:002009-08-09T22:59:43.678-07:0030 Days of DarknessIt's almost dawn<br />and goodbyes will last forever.<br />Together we are<br />and together we will be.<br />You embrace me as I melt away<br />and the comfort of your care<br />will last me an eternity.<br />Goodbye will last forever.<br />It's almost dawn.<br />...goodbye-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-45179840076011652252009-08-06T11:40:00.000-07:002009-08-06T11:43:20.679-07:00The Mourning DoveThe caged bird flys<br />so sad and far from home.<br />All alone amongst the grey sky,<br />it sings a song of mourning<br />like the doves<br />perched upon the wire.<br />They see all<br />Hope and happiness<br />loss and longing<br />fair and foregoing<br />yet they still sing<br />their song of mourning<br />They still stand their perch and wait<br />all alone amongst the grey sky.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-77289281896718635182009-07-01T14:22:00.001-07:002009-07-01T14:24:55.232-07:00Like You Knew MeOh, baby,<br />if you only knew<br />my thought process<br />and how it pertains to you.<br />Long, amber hair,<br />eyes wide for the glare<br />Oh, baby,<br />it just ain't fair.<br />You stare right through me,<br />like you knew me<br />all the while.<br />With an honest smile<br />and a lightning in your eye,<br />it shocked me to hear<br />only truth and not lie.<br />Oh, baby,<br />if you only knew.<br />It just ain't fair.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-59752996421682767272009-06-13T22:46:00.000-07:002009-06-13T22:52:06.509-07:00If Only a WhisperEverything ended so abrubtly.<br />It's a wonder I wonder<br />about you at all.<br />Still I do.<br />Can you still see<br />the beauty in the trees<br />the breeze blowing life<br />through the leaves?<br />Do you think about me<br />as the sunsets?<br />As it disembarks<br />below the tree line,<br />do you wonder if<br />I'm somewhere watching, too?<br />Or are you too absorbed in you?<br /><br />You could ask the same.<br />Do my dreams whisper<br />your name?<br />They're more like a scream<br />and I awake without you<br />beside me.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-90061424554551245082009-06-11T20:10:00.001-07:002009-06-11T20:13:21.136-07:00So Many Miles, So Short a DistanceI drove miles, passing time alone.<br />So many miles, you'd never know,<br />to pass my time with you.<br />It feels like I've travelled the world.<br />Yet here I sit in the same town<br />I did all that I could, I hope you see.<br />There's so many feelings<br />bubbling up inside of me.<br />And instead of hiding, I run.<br />I drive so many miles, you'll never know.<br />It feels as if I've travelled the world.<br />Yet here I sit in the same town,<br />passing time alone.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-79492122810287425332009-06-11T20:06:00.000-07:002009-06-11T20:09:56.741-07:00Longing for the LightOh, for romance.<br />For the feel of lips<br />cold and wet from the water<br />that we swim in.<br />For the feeling of flesh<br />pressed against flesh.<br />Face to face<br />as we bob like swans<br />upon crystal-strewn waters<br />in a sea of contentment.<br />For the kiss that's shared<br />for the first time together<br />and the feeling in your heart,<br />the light feeling in your stomach.<br />Like the light at the end of the tunnel,<br />there is hope.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-54363441773050546052009-06-11T20:00:00.000-07:002009-06-11T20:06:30.225-07:00Our Last MomentsNothing lasts forever.<br />So I hope the vision of you,<br />running barefoot<br />through the cold wet grass<br />in the black of night,<br />soon fades.<br />A streetlight lit your silhouette<br />and I nearly stopped<br />as I heard the echo of your voice<br />crackle with held back tears,<br />begging me not to leave.<br />Still I sped off, I turned the corner<br />and the last page of our chapter together.<br /><br />"Taking a break" was your way of progressing towards permanence. One week would become two, would become three, would become forever. Because "taking a break" is the long way to "breaking up" and I refuse to continue to put my life on hold in order for you to continue fumbling around in the dark. A streetlight lit your silhouette, yet you remain simply a shadow.-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-11631433408030242512009-05-18T22:41:00.000-07:002009-05-18T22:45:29.693-07:00The WarmthLike coming in from the cold winter weather<br />Removing gloves, scarves, hats, boots<br />and laying down in front of the fire<br />wrapped in a blanket<br />Feel the warmth as it begins to tingle in your toes<br />Spreading, you relax and breathe deeply<br />There is nothing like it<br />The way the warmth makes everything okay<br />It is the best feeling you will find<br />It is like being a kid again<br />coming in from the cold on a snow day<br />and letting the warmth<br />melt away your cares-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-70903685013992398332009-02-10T22:53:00.001-08:002009-02-10T22:55:00.625-08:00The DepotYou said you had to get out<br />You had to go right now<br />So I followed you downtown<br />To the depot<br />Where a one-way was enough<br />It was enough for where we’d go<br />And we’ll know we’ve arrived<br />When we get there<br />Where we always have enough<br />Where our life is never rough<br />And the sun is always shining<br />Through the rain clouds<br />We could live just how we want<br />Without any consultation<br />If we only could get down<br />To the depot<br />Where we’ll bravely board the boxcar<br />Show a stub, light a cigar<br />And dream of what we’ll do<br />When we get there<br />To live out our lives in the sun<br />On a patio recliner<br />And see the silver liner<br />Through the rain clouds<br />You said you had to go<br />You had to get out right now<br />So I followed you down town<br />To the depot<br />Where our one-way was enough<br />To get us where we wanted<br />And we spent the day dreaming<br />Until we got there-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-71079458612445435282009-02-10T22:49:00.001-08:002009-02-10T22:50:12.304-08:00Rain Drops and HeartbeatsRain drops broke the sound of silence<br />Upon a roof they fall<br />In an outdoor room<br />The beginning of a season starting<br />With a sunny day in April<br />She was like the spring<br />He was glad to be around<br /><br />Through her touch he felt her soul<br />And his heart did skip a beat<br />Her lungs did hold a breath<br />To breathe with his<br /><br />Through his eyes she felt composed<br />And her lungs did skip a breath<br />His heart did hold a beat<br />To beat with hers<br /><br />Heartbeats broke the sound of silence<br />Upon mattresses they lay<br />In an outdoor room<br />The beginning of their life together<br />With a promise made in April<br />She was the only thing<br />He was glad to be around-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-59944890833661127272009-02-10T22:17:00.000-08:002009-02-10T22:27:31.468-08:00The Marksman (I Call it Aim)The sugar and spice they speak of<br />She embodies the batter<br />A girl with a recipe for destruction<br />And a coy smile, shot with precision,<br />Suggesting every bad decision you could make<br />She can eat you alive<br />Or squeeze you to death<br />Either way she’s pleased<br />Chances are you are, too<br />As she shoots that coy smile<br />Flashes a glimmer of a wink<br />And turns back to her drink<br />Some people might call it a hustle<br />She’d just call it a game<br />But I call it a different name<br />I call it aim<br />She shoots to kill<br />She’s deadly on her draw<br />Just like in a Western<br />She’s the quick, you’re the dead<br />She can eat you alive<br />With a suggestive coy smile<br />Some people might call it a hustle<br />She’d just call it a game<br />But I call it a different name<br />I call it aim-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-57983842839773682042008-09-07T20:56:00.000-07:002008-09-07T20:58:50.008-07:00Singing I Wish You Were HereFor: Kristine<br /><br />Singing I wish you were here<br />We sat with the windows wide<br />And the top open<br />Breeze through your hair<br />Sun upon our smiling faces<br />Off to the races<br />With the rest of the Sunday drivers<br />But we flew higher<br />Singing I wish you were here<br /><br />Like the rays of the noon-day sun<br />My heart was warm<br />Like the tears I choked back<br />As to not ruin the moment<br />It was perfect<br />As we sat with the windows open<br />And the top down<br />Breeze through your hair<br />We were wild and free<br />I had you and you had me<br />And our smiling faces beamed like the sun<br />Singing I wish you were here-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-55088860849030671862008-06-02T21:03:00.001-07:002008-06-02T21:03:51.666-07:00Live with Love<span>Radiate out like the tie-die on your shirt<br />Beam like the sun come the summer<br />Laugh until you want to cry<br />Live with love and never die<br />Hold hands with every stranger<br />Embrace a fallen foe<br />Embrace your life that’s filled with love<br />Then get up and go<br />See the world and be the times<br />Hear the song in the old wind chimes<br />Like the scattering of a thousand dimes<br />On some tiled floor within your mind<br />Drop your cares and stow away<br />Sail to many distant lands<br />Float along, your head held high<br />Live with love and never die</span>-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-10528362236878799632008-04-16T18:06:00.000-07:002008-06-02T21:08:24.545-07:00MonstersI do believe in monsters<br />they live internally<br />infernally burning<br />they're yearing to take their turn on me<br />so I learned to see<br />past the glamour and glare<br />and keep my manners fair<br />as long as stamina's there<br />but a man is impaired<br />by that which does define him<br />it blinds him<br />yet in his own mind reminds him<br />of what he strives to be<br />until lies impede<br />the truth is subjective<br />we reply to needs<br />some rely on greed<br />to achieve their petty dreams<br />and conjure petty schemes not readily seen<br />but still steadily stream<br />and leak into society<br />prying it open<br />will have you crying and hoping<br />while slowly dying from doping on societies potion<br />your eyes need to open<br />and look inside for the token<br />be sure to hold it tight or else<br />it might just get broken<br />through the sight and the spoken<br />the monsters are provoken<br />and awoken inner demons<br />means the scheme is set in motion-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-89298749504109174552008-04-16T18:04:00.001-07:002008-06-02T21:08:53.411-07:00HangmanI'm jaded, worn out from the abuse<br />I hated being torn between you<br />and this noose<br />just cut me loose<br />I hang in despair<br />but this is life, who said that it's fair<br />I said I was there but you chose to ignore<br />you let me swing<br />always yearning for more<br />this rope makes me soar<br />as it twists and it burns<br />you must be in comfort<br />I'm taking both of our turns-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-76399398846015900712008-04-14T20:11:00.000-07:002008-04-14T21:53:31.181-07:00Crown of DaisiesFor Steve and Kristine<br /><br />For a man that was married three times<br />He had but just one love of his life<br />She was the apple of his eye<br />She was a princess with a crown of daisies<br />Holding his hand to stand strong<br />Walking along in ruby slippers<br />In a Dorothy dress she sang<br /><br />He knows this crazy world<br />He’s been around the block a time or two<br />His life has been as hard as he can think<br />And he doesn’t want the same skeletons for you<br /><br />Always working, living on bread and water<br />To ensure she ate well was all that mattered<br />That she smile as she did when she sang<br />To his fragile face in the crowd<br />The room was full yet she dared not look away<br />For her fear of falling down<br />And he looked back with welling eyes<br />She was a star in the night<br />She was a princess with a crown of daisies-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-79393799392977053802008-04-14T19:21:00.001-07:002008-04-14T19:21:55.846-07:00The Road Away from PainTroubled youth with plans of manhood<br />Put it off for just another day<br />Another way to let you forget<br />Everything you’ve lived for all this time<br />Procrastinate, wait till later<br />While falling down further through the straw<br />Habits form, a must-do custom<br />Ballooning to the point where it may burst<br />Such a thirst for all these reasons<br />Where treason wounds the soul and body hurts<br />A hobby cursed on many levels<br />Befriend the devil, shake hands with the bad<br />Make a deal and pick your poison<br />Do everything you said you never had<br />Fake a smile, lie a while<br />Be sure to bare false witness through your teeth<br />Turn your back and leave the people<br />You’ve been see-through in this town for way too long<br /><br />Or maybe you could make a change<br />Umbrellas help to shield the rain<br />Sunshine will find you on your way<br />On the road away from pain<br />Or maybe you could take the day<br />And change the things you do or say<br />Remind your mind it’s on its way<br />On the road away from pain-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-14747843176598189402008-04-02T22:56:00.002-07:002008-04-02T23:00:02.478-07:00Dolson Avenue GraveyardMy already heavy heart sunk at the sight<br />Part of my life dead and black in the night<br /><br />Tear down everything that speaks of you<br />And discard it with the rest<br />You can fly your flag<br />But can’t say who you are<br />I took everything I could get my hands on<br />Threw it in the car<br />And took off<br /><br />Our laughter masked our sadness<br />As we said goodbye<br />Deserting the dwelling<br />And buying into the lie that…<br />Things like this happen all the time<br /><br />I took a picture for old times<br />From an abandoned parking lot across the street<br />You can fly your flag<br />But can’t say who you are<br />I took more than I could hold with my hands<br />Held it in my heart<br />And took off-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-5706516636600803722008-04-02T22:56:00.001-07:002008-04-02T22:56:56.478-07:00Kiss Me GoodI’d surprise you every time<br />If only able, I’d do that much for you<br />And I’ve thought about it<br />Told you, straight out<br />I long for one touch of you<br />One brush between us<br />Now hush, we’ll see this through<br /><br />Lock your lips<br />And close your eyes<br /><br />We’ll see this through<br />Now kiss me good<br />Show me that you mean it<br /><br />Because I’d surprise you every time<br />If I could only do that much for you<br />And I’ve talked about it<br />Shown it, spelled it out<br />I long for just your touch<br />But once is not enough<br />Now hush, I know that it’s been rough<br /><br />Lock your lips<br />And close your eyes<br /><br />We’ll see this through<br />Now kiss me good<br />Show me that you mean it-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-17627539080821383862008-04-02T22:55:00.000-07:002008-04-14T21:49:31.193-07:00Live Your LifeFor Mom<br /><br />“Live your life and don’t be scared,”<br />Echoes from what seem like ages.<br />And I sit with my shoes off on the rug,<br />After I close the door from outside.<br />I’ve found inside to be much warmer,<br />Despite heating the entire neighborhood,<br />And chosen in rather than out<br />For in is where we keep what’s near<br />Near can be close enough<br /><br />Distant echoes seem farther each day<br />For I am grown and blessed with your lessons<br />Kept near like my desire for the inside<br />Yet still echoing throughout the entire neighborhood<br />And kept dear like the memories we both share<br />“Live your life and don’t be scared.<br />Now close your eyes and just lay there.<br />Sleep will come and I’ll still be here<br />In the morning when you wake.”<br /><br />I hear you in my thoughts<br />And in everything I do<br />I’ll be sure that when I’m through<br />To turn the light off as I leave-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5767722313102138080.post-47668105849555727702008-03-31T19:32:00.000-07:002008-04-08T23:49:34.117-07:00And They Say Time HealsWhen I pass your house<br />I still find myself veering towards<br />The curb<br />I look for your car<br />I fight to keep from beeping<br />The horn<br />Sometimes your light is on<br />But that’s not your light anymore<br />And sometimes you’re home<br />But that’s not where you live<br />Sometimes I see you walking<br />But that’s not the person I knew<br />It isn’t you there standing on<br />The curb<br /><br />We fell so long ago<br />I practically forgot we had ever taken<br />The fall<br />In fact, it’s been so long<br />It might as well have never happened<br />At all<br />Perhaps that’s what hurts the most<br />Even though I no longer feel it<br />And perhaps that’s what’s wrong<br />Even though we can’t make it right<br />Perhaps one day I'll finally realize<br />It isn't you there standing on<br />The curb-JST-http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487601284404781288noreply@blogger.com0