Can't always run away from these clouds, it's just gonna come down.

Babe, don't mind the tears,

it's just the rain built up over the years.

Inside me are some dark storm clouds,

a past that howls something loud.

Don't fret, the shutters are closed tight,

life's hurricane won't destroy me tonight.

We'll hold each other close,

keep the warmth between us.

Baby, when my door blows down,

and the windows blow in,

yours are the arms I'm cradled within.

Few find it right that a boy like me,

has found a love like you,

the rain drowns out their thoughts,

it will always drown out our blues.

Oh, babe, please don't mind my tears,

it's just the hate built up over the moons,

Outside are some pitchforks and torches,

they're going to do what they'll do.

Love, when you pick me up off the floor,

I'm no longer just a broken toy,

you make me the strongest one can do,

you want me, not some barbie girl.

When the sunny days blow away,

and our good days go with it,

I'll be safe knowing you're not done with me.

I can't run away from all of these clouds,

when in the distance we can see it coming down.

Baby, oh, please don't mind my few tears,

it's only the rain coming down,

from the silver wool clouds in my mind.

In your arms is the right one you've wanted,

it's love in its perfect way.

"When the sunny days blow away...I'll be safe knowing you're not done with me...."

Heaven-sent

I was never gonna find love,
with the way I lied to myself,
for the food of love
must be made to perfection.

The light on the phone blinking,
they're textin' to say
they're into you,
can't help but know it's true.

It was never going to work,
she left you in the dark,
I'm still lying around,
come on Mr. Big-Shot!

Listen to your heart beat,
feel that deep drum and rhythm,
the touch of skin on skin,
skin crawling, welcome to heaven.

Gates are open, eyes locked on,
see them standing, walking,
in your arms.

Thank you God for this man.

Love doesn't work that way....

So before you read the poem, here's the intro. A friend of mine just went through some hard times with a boy she thought was going to be the "one," but unfortunately, he hurt her. She blamed it all on herself, but this poem goes to show that you can't control the way the game is played, you can only play on. So, here it goes!





You thought for a single second,
that your luck was finally replaced,
just as quickly as he was there,
he ran away.

Your happiness was found and lost,
jeered and lept out of your hands,
like a deer to the hunter,
a seagull to the hungry sailor.

You wished your luck with love
was as strong as your luck with life.
No hug or stiff drink to replace,
what pain the thought of him makes.

Your happiness was found and gone,
a new mixture of sadness and pain,
a tequila sunrise of tears,
a gin and tonic of pain.

Fate rules over the game,
all's fair in love and war,
but how could you roll the dice,
when you lose and complain?

You thought and wished,
maybe your luck would have changed,
sorry to disappoint love,
but life doesn't work that way...
life doesn't work that way...

Take-Me-Back Letter to Rain...

Rain rain
Please come back
I'm sorry that we give you crap.

It's hotter than Hell
With no end in sight,
So please dear rain,
Come back and fast...

Rain rain
We love you so
You keep us cool
And you help things grow.

We won't whine
Nor will we complain
When you wash the Earth
And make rainbows shine.

Rain rain
Please, oh, please come back,
We won't again ever give you crap.

Our Stars and Wishes

No matter what the cost,
no matter how our future looks,
bleak or bright,
you keep on wishing on your star tonight.

I'll be back soon,
to hold you in my arms,
every day I'll get closer,
so keep wishing on your stars.

Millions of stars high in the sky,
our love, yours and mine,
will keep us afloat, will keep us alive,
looks like our wishes came true this night.

70,130

It was on the I-70,
homesickness,
nervousness,
tidal wave after tidal wave.

Bluer-than-blue skies,
soft white clouds,
smells of spring and summer,
Germany beckons against the wild.

Closing of eyes,
temples and earthquakes,
long life zen flights,
Pittsburgh to Newark
Frankfurt to Home.

The Greg Bentz

So here's a "drinking song/poem" that I have written for a good friend named Greg Bentz. He came up with the idea of the drink and after tasting it, fell in love with it. The poem I have written is to honor this genius of a man and the drink he has come up with.



It's the drink of men, past, and legend,
oh, it's the drink of holy heaven.
It's the drink that's wedded ol' men and babes,
oh, its the drink for a good motivation.

Lean in close, drink up this elixir,
learn of a drink, named for a famous Mister...

Greg Bentz is its name,
created through journey for the perfect drink,
a drink so perfect in acclaim,
made of 2 parts Irish Water of Life,
1 part Italian spice, and a
dash of the American dream.

It's the drink of men, pasts, and legends,
oh, it's the drink of high holy heavens.
It's the drink that's helped wed ol' men and babes,
oh, its the drink for good intentions.

Found by the man, who of good and clean expressions,
was of want for the perfect drink,
to go with the perfect life,
he took what was already sweet and already neat,
he sat at the table, mixed up the elixir of fame,
he realized one thing was missing, so he put in the
cola-soda, and thus, the drink of his name was made.

It's the drink of men, pasts and legends,
oh, it's the drink of high holy heavens.
It's the drink that has made fresh babes,
oh, it's the drink of perfect collections.


Greg Bentz Recipe
- 2 parts whiskey
- 1 part amaretto
- Dash of Coke

(The Greg Bentz)