I put a name on your tombstone

Some old memories seem to hang around a little too long. Just like a hangover, you had a good time but you surely will pay for it later. Like a song in the phonological loop of my mind, playing over and over. A restless soul with no way home. Well . . . . I gots me a cure for this one.


Memories, dreams and all those other haunting thoughts in our head are simply seeking a place to call home. Unresolved issues at the alter of reason. You gotta put them where they belong. Problem being that they all believe they are at some masquerade party. Heartbreak is wearing her low cut dress, looking just like love. Players resemble old dear friends, dragging you away as you become part of their game. Over and over again. There must be someway out of all this craziness.

Time to get out the chisel and hammer. 

Assessing imaginative thoughts with a logical mind only leads to madness, for sure. The masquerade party is over, the masks have got to go. All those revelers need to be stripped down to reveal their true intentions. All those old homeless memories need a final resting place. Time to get out the chisel and hammer. 

Here is what I did one night, not too long ago. I put the Eagles on the eight track and played Lying eyes over and over. Then I got out the chisel and hammer. That old flame who hung around my heart for all those self doubting days . . . . . . I chiseled " Too bad you never loved me. Sleep in peace . . . Shameless hussie!" Friends who only needed me for what I could do for them . . . " Here lies the Player . . . Hell has a table for you, Bonn Appetite!" 

And that first love who couldn't or wouldn't love us in the same degree . . . . . .

"Here you lie

Just as your memory lied to my heart. 

You do not love me now nor then

Never a lover nor a friend

Rest in Peace, Sweetheart"

                          Yes, everything and every memory has a place. 

Sometimes the shadows of my heart gets in the way of truth's enlightening glow.