MOVE OVER LYRICS CIRCA 1988

MOVE OVER LYRICS CIRCA 1988

I heard what you said the other day,
and I really don't like that,
I'm a steam train rolling and I'm picking up speed,
and I'm about to come off track.

When you see me coming better step aside,
because you know I'm coming your way,
you better move over fast cause here I come,
and I'm gonna ruin your day.

I tell it like it is that's who I am,
don't mess with me no more,
mess with me again I'm coming back at you,
with the pedal to the floor.


Steve Swygert

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Unexpected Early Morning Visitor

So these folks moved in next door to us. Been pretty quiet for the most part...the house had sat empty and quiet as a church mouse for the ten years I have lived here now...pretty nice having no neighbors. So on the day (morning) of 06-05-2010, I am walking down my steps with a box of plates in my hands to bring down to the kitchen while on my way to get a fresh cup of java and the newspaper...and...lo and behold...I am shocked at what i see. Well, my fiance is on the top of the steps following behind me and I look back and say....shhhh...and put my finger to my lips...I then motion her to QUIETLY come down where I am and take a look. Well, here is this dude crashed out in our chair in the dining room....WTF...we live alone and sure were not expecting any company.Rhonda had just refreshed her coffee about 15 minutes earlier and no one was there then...we were watching the early morning news broadcast and thought we heard something, but it was quiet and we figured perhaps just our kitties at play...like we are use too and our four dogs that were with us were not the least bit alarmed. Anyways...I decided...if he is passed out...we are going back to out room and locking our door and calling the police. They were here in three minutes...I quietly walked passes him as to not disturb him, and met an officer at the door. The police came in...several...and woke our stranger...asked him where he was, did he live here, who he was...he was having a tough time...wow...alcohol at it's best. They escorted him out and to our front steps which were now well lit. They asked again for an I.D., he offered them his last dollar...that did not work...they insisted on the I.D. that they could clearly see in his now open wallet. They asked him where he lived and where he was suppose to be...after several more minutes of conversation I could not hear down by the squad cars, they let him walk away, and they left the area. I was a little shocked, but he was harmless and drunk ...maybe on drugs too. Good jobs cop...let him go for another walk...lol...so he went around the block and appeared at the house next door...the one that had been vacant for ten years...now he tried that door...locked...so he decided to lay down face first on the front porch...so i call ed the cops again and told them now he is trying to break in next door. They arrived back on this early Sunday morning, brought him to the squad car again and said...buddy you need to get these questions right this time or you are going off to jail this morning. He finally came up with an address...which was next door...so at 4:30 a.m., they knocked on the door at the neighbors house and it was indeed where he was suppose to be...however, the neighbors were not expecting him nor did he live there. He was just friends with them on his way to their home after a night of heave drinking. The next day we told all the neighbors we saw in the morning. That afternoon, he (John, our visitor) saw me outside and approached me, head down and all, blushing, and apologized. he said he did not remember a thing. I said we were shocked to see him that morning and that it was lucky he came to our house. Had he gone to any other home near by he may have been shot and killed...luckily we are pretty laid back here in our home. So next time you have unexpected guests, just compare that to our unexpected guest and it should bring some comfort...I bet you will at least know your guest, and I bet they will knock and meet you at the door. Hope you enjoyed our hilarious misfortune.

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The Big C - My original poem

The Big C

I went through a real bad spell of health a few years ago...and i wondered...more like I felt and I knew...I had cancer. Never had a confirmation (it was a necrotizing granuloma...lol...Herbs killed it !!!...anyway, no REAL diagnosis)of scientific proof. I know I was at death's door. I am much better today and feel as I should most of the time. What I wrote below is what came forth one day while writing...lots bears on the mind when you are this kind of ill. Just another of life's many many lessons.

Thats what it's called, as my lymph nodes swell,
Do I have it ? The Big C ?
Is it a blessing in disguise ? The growth is large and hurts,
Will I lose my worldly possesions ?
Or my life ?
These thoughts I have never ceasing
Broken sentences...my mind wields its neurotic synaptic impulses,
Well, I pray and I beleive,
And god will guide me.
I live as always... for today.
But I am not ready to depart this life just yet,
I cannot question my Fater's plan.
Faith carries me,
On wings of glory I may stay or soar home...
Off to heaven... slipping these surly bonds of life,
Or I may be ok... pray for me, god hears us all.

Cold Blue Steel - My original poem

Cold blue steel...
In my hand....
Nothing in my heart....
The trigger finger...
Eases back...
Surely, this is not my part...
I save the bullet...
For one more day...
Some day down the road...
As long as I've got today...
A grip on life I hold.
But now what ?

Breathe - My original poem

Breathe in slow,
Fill the lungs with life,
Take the time to appreciate, and give thanks.
Pray on your knees,
Talk to your god,
He loves you,
Take his hand.
Have faith,
He's always there,
No matter what,
Surrounds your life...
Happiness,
He holds the key,
And the door,
Is always open wide.

Inspiration - My original poem

Inspiration is a woman,
Who shares her love with all,
She is a daughter and mother,
And nurtures alone.
Inspiration is a woman,
Who climbs mountains at will,
Daily providing for her child,
With never one complaint.
Inspiration is a woman,
With unconditional love,
You are inspiration,
You are a woman.
Inspiration is a woman .