Friday, January 21, 2011


Fernandez was a guitarist
Fernandez was a jolly lad.
Fernandez lived an easy life
Satisfied with what he had.

Fernandez liked simple things
Fernandez didn’t like to fight.
Fernandez liked staying home
Than going out late at night.

Fernandez was dutiful
Fernandez never shied away
Fernandez always gave his all
“A  darn good fella”  as they say

Well  everything was going fun till one day...

One day...

Fernandez fell in love.

Now Fernandez does all the things he’d usually never do.
It’s almost like a different Fernandez-not the one we knew.

His friends got annoyed with him and his guitar got ignored.
It seems a long long time ago that he played the last chord.

I told you this tale to show how Fernandez got destroyed
You can see love destroyed him-you don’t have to be Freud.

So all you merry fine young men-all you jolly jolly lads.
Try and stay away from love-be sensible,don’t be mad.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011


I wish I was a cowboy
In some forgotten western flick
Riding down a valley
Wowing gals with tricks
Playing an organ in the night
When the stars are out
And the town is quiet
Pouring out my troubles
To my friend-John,the barkeep.

I wish I was a farmer
Living in the countryside
A peaceful life
A beautiful wife
And Rex,the labrador
By my side.
Work in the fields hard all day
A delicious meal later
Hitting the hay.

I wish I was a country singer
In a long black overcoat
Travelling from town to town
Singing songs I wrote
Not a care in the world
Pleasing people young and old

I wish I wasn’t me
Struggling to come to terms
With my reality
Insecurities killing me
Sorrow anew filling me
Unkind words leaving me
A little dead each day.