"Hitch up those mules we got a hundred miles to ride!"

....welcome. This is where I'll be working on stories, songs and poems. Feel free to leave a comment and say hi, or give some feedback. thanx!
...lake

"Even when it's gone"

There's the ache where my heart used to be
in the dark where no one sees
love lingers on even when it's gone
it whispers in my ear to me
and it's just what it wants to be
holding me close it's never wrong

I know that I'm a bore sometimes
and you're out the door not mine
don't even bother to call
it's been way too long for me
I'd wish for more but I can see
that I just want it all

baby yes so steal from me
I'm not what I used to be
when you go it's never wrong
yes I see that love is free
and you know that means a lot to me
all I know even when it's gone

there's the ache where my heart used to be
in the dark where no one sees
love lingers on even when it's gone
it whispers in my ear to me
and it's just what it wants to be
holding me close it's never wrong
......................
...lake2009originalsong

cool cool summer

....So this is where it begins.... original songs, poems and stories by me

"And that's when I became a gambler"


....I held the money. He was a gambler, my old man..and a good one. Whiskey was the drawback. Oh he'd play good but they wouldn't let him leave. Wanted a chance to win their money back, always...leavin's the hard part. He wasn't a cheat but he knew every trick and he'd watch. He'd know.

.......Countless times he'd practise with me so's I could lay a shuffle right down the groove. We'd go from town to town in that big chevy and he'd always know where the games were at. Cadillacs
would be parked out front, local big wheels and he'd come back over. "Shep let me hold a c note."

.......Not if he was staggerin. That whiskey puts somethin on yuh. "Get in, pa." He'd smile that charm smile of his, didn't make no damn difference to me. I'd open the door an push him in. "Fuck that shit pa, we're leavin." He wouldn't fight me, he knew better. He didn't get snakey like some folks do when they get drunk. They get them snakey eyes an they hit you out of the blue. Bad losers would be followin him out sometimes. More than once I had to point ol bessy after two or three am when they was shovin pa around outside. Snap that big ol double barrel right back and thats the loudest sound you ever heard, yep. Ain't nothin sobers a crowd like that does. He'd get in quick, carryin a bottle. "We're winners boy." And he'd sleep drunk.

...........Hell yeah I'd roll him and take it all...you can't trust no gambler with money. I held the money. From Suzy's down in new orleans to chicago we cleaned up twelve thousand that year, and then it happened. After midnight, I took off in the car and got us a room, picked up some burgers from the diner and when I got back pa was outside on the ground alone. He coughed weakly, clutchin his gut. "We was winners, boy, we was winners." Blood leaked over the broken concrete. I cried.

........."Who done it, pa?" His hand came up and he touched my face. "Don't you get ol Bess." He coughed weakly. "Don't you do it! We was winners!" *cough* "We was winners god dammit." And then he died. Yeah, I got ol bess an pounded on the door. I had to know who followed him out. I had to know. The large bouncer went meek as a sheep on down the stairs an it got real quiet. Big sam stood. "Don't be a fool, boy." You could hear a pin drop.

........."WHO KILLED HIM!" I shouted, mean as anybody ever was. Tears streamed down my face. Big sam's voice was soft, "Don't be crazy shep. Put the shotgun down, whats goin on?" He looked over at the dealer. "Benny go get marge." The dealer scrambled past me. Sam looked me in the eye. "Them Jacksons lost five grand and followed him out, boy. You don't want to shoot us." I was shakin bad. "Now put that shotgun down fore someone gets hurt here." Sam said gently. Nobody moved, Marge come in and pushed the barrel up. She hugged me and I didn't care if I was cryin my eyes out. I don't remember much after that, Sam took care of the funeral...heck the funeral director was there that night. With his buisness he never runs out of money. Them Jacksons took off for Kansas city and thats when I became a gambler.