These are my original poems,song lyrics and short stories made and constructed by me. If you are a professional and would like to use my material, please feel free contact me. I hope you will enjoy them. the thoughts behind them all have specific purpose and others a line of thought from my imagination. Some have said i have lost "it" but I say " there's been no real attempt to find it "

Sunday, October 23, 2011

There's A Post It On The Fridge


There's a post it on the fridge
Telling me what to do today

It’s been a long, long time
Since I’ve seen your face

To work and home again
Having a social life is tough

I'm just wondering if we
Even live in the same place

Well I know it’s no fun
When I’m working all night
Sleeping until the mid day sun

Honey I barely even know
When you are around

But you see

Somebody's gotta pay all
These bills you keep racking up


There's a post it on the fridge
Telling me what to do today

You know it doesn't really help
When all you do is complain and yell

You're out all night
Partying it up
Having fun out on the town

Honey I barely even know
When you are around

I'm just wondering if we
Even live in the same place

If was up to me
We would spend every day
Laughing and playing in the sun

But you see

Somebody's gotta pay all
These bills you keep racking up

There's a post it on the fridge
Telling me what to do again today

Honey I barely even know
When you are around

It’s been a long, long time
Since I’ve seen your face

To work and home again
Having a social life is tough

I'm just wondering if we
Even live in the same place

But you see

Somebody's gotta pay all
These bills you keep racking up

There's a post it on the fridge today
Telling me what to do

There's a post it on the fridge today
Telling me what to do
(By Roelin Davis 10/22/2011 all rights reserved)

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Took My Money in A Promise Scam

For a long, long time
I’ve lived my life
Looking for a better one

Been pushed and shoved
Left out in the cold
Baking in the hot sun

There ain't no one
Who even cares
How I got here
Or what I’ve done

Listening to the sounds at night
They're so different in the park
Trying to find a secret place
To sleep alone in the dark

I wake up in the freeze
Nothing to keep away the breeze
My wife and kids I do miss
How did my life come to this?

Caught up in this Promised Land
Who's gonna look out for me
Every day that keeps slipping by
Is one more day closer to death you see

But this wasn't the master plan
All of my life while growing up
They took my money in a promise scam
To one day give it all back to me

When I grow old
I'll have a place that's warm

A place that I can call my own
A place for you and me
The kids and our dog
What’s his name

The dream...the dream
Oh the master plan

How did my life come to this?
Caught up in this Promised Land

There ain't no one
Who even cares
How I got here
Or what I’ve done

Oh been pushed and shoved

Left out in the cold
Baking in the hot sun

When I grow old
I'll have a place that's warm

A place for you and me
A place that I can call my own

Who's gonna look out for me
Every day that keeps slipping by
Is one more day closer to death you see

For a long, long time
Ya I’ve lived my life
Looking for a better one

Caught up in this Promised Land
They took my money in a promise scam
To one day give it all back to me

And here I am
Caught up in this Promised Land

How did my life...come to this?
How did my life...come...to this
How did my life...come...to...this

(By Roelin Davis 10/22/2011 all rights reserved)

Just Run Away

She's sad as the sky
The grey fell upon her face

Her tears are slowly flowing
In their own steady pace

Never gonna let them in
No never again is what she said

Just wanna run...run...run
Oh just run away

Run away to a brand new day
Run away to a brand new day

All of the time
They only told her lies

Now she only wants to hide
Far from her own disgrace

Never gonna let them in
No never again is what she said

Just wanna run...run...run
Oh just run away

Run away to a brand new day
Run away to a brand new day

This life she leads
The good, good wife
The good, good life

What's it all mean

She’s living a life of lies
Pretending...pretending

A big, big house
With the two plus two

Lost in the present
From her jaded past

She’s so confused
What will she do?

Trapped in a big, big lie

All she just wants to do
Is die...die...die

Never gonna let them in
No never again is what she said

Just wanna run...run...run
Oh just run away

Run away to a brand new day
Run away to a brand new day

All of the time
They only told her lies

Now she only wants to hide
Far from her own disgrace

She doesn't want this
She doesn't need this

Lost forever...lost forever

She just wants to get away
She just wants run away

They only told her lies

She’s so confused
What will she do?

She’s living a life of lies
Pretending...pretending
Pretending...pretending

She's sad as the sky
The grey fell upon her face
Her tears are slowly flowing

They only told her lies

Just wanna run...run...run...run

Oh just run away...run away
Run run run away...run away...run away

(By Roelin Davis 10/22/2011 all rights reserved)

Friday, October 21, 2011

She's A Sifter

 She’s a Sifter
She's built low and you know
She's a Sifter

She can hear you
When you open up
The refrigerator door

Crinkle a bag

Like a child
She wants to know
If she can have more

She’s a Sifter
She’s built low and you know
She's a Sifter

Look around to the ground
She'll be there somewhere on the floor
Watching near or from far
All the better to see her bowl

She really so cute
Sad look upon her face
All the time she's stalking you

She’s a Sifter
She’s built low and you know
She's a Sifter

Put plain dog food in her dish
Now some sprinkle fish on top if it
Mix it up so she'll have to eat it all

There's no surprise
When you look into it
Ya ...it's all still there
Except the fish

Eat some dry dog food you bitch
Damn I’m getting tired of this
Fifteen different brands
And you won't eat none of it

Oh...ya
She’s a Sifter
She’s built low and you know
She's a Sifter

She’s a Sifter
She’s built low to the ground
Don't you make a single sound
She's a Sifter

Crinkle a bag

Like a child
She wants to know
If she can have more

Ya....ohhh...ya...she’s a Sifter
She's a Sifter....she’s a Sifter

How does she do it?

She's a Sifter...she’s a Sifter...she's a Sifter

(Roelin Davis 10/21/2011 all rights reserved)