Swing Set and Pete were inseparable.
Every summer as soon as school let out, Pete’s father would be in the backyard putting together Swing Set for Pete and his friends. His father made sure everything was safe and secure in the ground.
There were two single swings, and a swing in which two or more could sit facing each other and rock back and forth.
And the big slide!
As soon as Swing Set was ready, Pete’s father would call, “Okay, son, it’s ready!”
to Pete and his friends who were waiting impatiently inside.
Pete’s father could barely get the announcement out when Pete and his friends would charge out of the house and dash to Swing Set where they took turns swinging, sliding, laughing, and joking.
It would make Pete’s mother nervous to see Pete swinging so high, but Pete never had any fear. The higher he swung, the more he believed Swing Set would protect him.
“Don’t swing so high,” she would warn.
“I love this swing set,” Pete shared with his friends one day. “I'm already looking forward to us returning in the morning, but I’ll be sad when we go back to school because we won’t be able to enjoy it as much.”
“You’re the only person we know that can live in the past, present, and future all at the same time,” one of his friends remarked, starting laughter among the gang, including Pete, even though this comment was at his expense. He laughed because it was true.
It was true for Swing Set too. He would feel sad once school started again because Pete and his friends would play on him less and less. It would be occasional afternoons, and then eventually the weekends only.
Then that awful day would come when the weather would start getting cold, and Pete’s father would be forced to take apart Swing Set and store him in the garage until the next summer.
But, Swing Set didn’t mind. Like Pete, he looked forward to school letting out again, so he could be taken out of the garage, put together, and give Pete and his friends joy again.
This went on for some time. One summer after another.
After every play session, Pete would make it a point to look at Swing Set and whisper, “thank you.”
Then came the day when Swing Set thought Pete’s father would arrive in the garage to take him out and put him together in the yard again.
But one day turned into another, and Swing Set became confused and concerned as to what was taking so long.
One year turned into another, and Swing Set realized something.
Pete’s father was not putting him together again.
What have I done wrong? Swing Set cried.
The more Swing Set cried, the more he rusted.
The more Swing Set rusted, the more he cried.
Finally, he heard Pete’s father come into the garage.
Oh boy! They haven’t forgotten about me!
“Now, where did I leave my lucky hammer?” Pete’s father asked aloud, as if the stuff in the garage could answer him. “Well, I’ll be. Pete’s old swing set. Oh, how I loved putting it together and seeing Pete enjoying it with his friends. Well, too bad they all outgrew it. Not sure what to do with it now. I’ll think of something someday. Maybe I’ll shine it up and sell it a yard sale. Or give it away. Oh! There’s my hammer.”
Pete’s father exited the garage and closed the door.
Swing Set realized what was going on.
He didn’t want to face it.
The more he cried, the more he rusted.
The more he rusted, the more he cried.
After a long, long time came another day when Swing Set heard Pete’s father’s voice again.
“Well, just look at you, you rusty old thing. I know exactly what to do with you."
This is it. This is how it ends. Nothing ever lasts forever. I will remember the great times we shared together, Pete. He’s going to shine me and get rid of me.
Swing Set could feel Pete’s father putting him back together again. He felt the familiar parts being assembled to one another like so long, long ago.
He could feel himself being painted and polished. He could feel new attachments and plastic things being secured in several places.
Eventually, he saw Pete’s father stand in front of him. He looked much, much older, but Swing Set recognized that face anywhere.
“Oh, Pete!” his father called.
To his surprise and delight, Swing Set saw Pete leave the house and enter the backyard. He, too, looked much, much older, but Swing Set recognized that face anywhere.
“Wow!” Pete exclaimed. “Just look at it! I can’t believe you kept it all these years! How can I thank you?”
“You and Pete Jr. stay for dinner, okay?”
“Okay!”
Pete Jr.?
Just then, Pete turned to the house and called, “Okay, son, it’s ready!” to his son and his friends who were waiting impatiently inside.
Pete could barely get the announcement out when his son and his friends charged out of the house and dashed to Swing Set where they took turns swinging, sliding, laughing, and joking.
It made Pete nervous to see Pete Jr. swinging so high, but Pete Jr. never had any fear. The higher he swung, the more he believed Swing Set would protect him.
“Don’t swing so high son,” warned Pete.
At that, Pete’s father roared with laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“You sound just like your mother when you were a kid!”
Pete joined in on the laughter even though the comment was at his expense. He laughed because it was true.
Pete Jr. witnessed his father and grandfather laughing, and even though he hadn’t heard what was said, he joined in on the laughter.
Father and son.
Father and son.
And Swing Set.
Eventually, it was time for dinner, and Pete announced that his son and his friends could come back in the morning to play on the swing set.
Pete Jr.’s friends expressed their gratitude and promised to return.
“Ready for dinner, Pete?”
“Yes, dad. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
“Okay.”
As soon as everyone was in the house, Pete turned to Swing Set.
He whispered, “thank you.”
Copyright Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Friday, July 10, 2020
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Stevie's Hidden Tracks
“Blue Lamp”
(Heavy Metal Soundtrack, 1981)
Recorded during the Bella Donna sessions, this song would have to wait just a little longer to be released. A standout from the animated film Heavy Metal, Stevie sings of a gift from her mother, complete with ethereal lyrics, “Don’t listen to her; listen through her.”
This gift has always been a source of inspiration as it shines during the night for her. Stevie enjoys sharing personal feelings and experiences with her listeners, and the Lamp’s source of stability fits right in with her songs as a solo artist. Although it did not make it to her debut album, it marks a strong beginning for her and her career outside Fleetwood Mac.
“Garbo”
(B-side to “Stand Back." 1983)
The flip side to Stevie’s rock anthem “Stand Back” is her tender ballad, which actually has less to do with the star in the song’s title and more to do with Stevie herself. Her beautiful, lush lyrics are what attract her fans in the first place – “I love to waltz with a man in a dark linen suit/All alone at a party with someone I knew/From a time gone by turned into stone.”
Written about the infamous photo shoot for the 1973 LP Buckingham Nicks, she recalls her conflicting emotions at the beginning of her musical career and how she will be asked to do things she won’t want to do while on the road to stardom. In this case, she was asked to pose topless for the album’s cover.
Considering her choices, Stevie “…could be Garbo or even Marlene,” or she could walk away.
We all know her decision and how she would in time tell the boys in the club how it will be.
“Violet and Blue”
(Against All Odds Soundtrack, 1984)
Overlooked by the movie’s title track sung by Phil Collins, this track was to appear on Stevie’s sophomore album The Wild Heart.
Complete with its kick-butt percussion, her vocal passion is evident as she sings of overwhelming warnings and Violet and Blue mornings to be taken “with you.”
Does she sing of a certain guitarist or someone else?
“Well, it’s hard to hide from eyes that are all over you,” she sings.
“Inspiration”
(B-side to “Maybe Love Will Change Your Mind,” 1994)
Stevie says, “Sometimes to talk to you is all I need/To make me feel at home again.” While she does not reveal the source of her inspiration, it could be argued she sings of Tom Petty.
She has made is clear that the two of them would inspire each other throughout the years both professionally and personally, making this song all the more poignant. “But it’s all worthwhile when I see that smile/I feel like I’m up a mile high.”
“Mirror, Mirror”
(B-side to “Blue Denim,” 1994)
One of the best songs to promote Stevie’s Street Angel album was actually recorded in 1984. Reminiscent of the tense musical energy that makes “Edge of Seventeen” so engaging, “Mirror, Mirror” literally reflects on her love life and how it comes to an end, and “brilliant is your danger.”
Again, the love interest in question tells her she “walks a thin line” as she sings of misunderstandings and memories fading “like the wind” Her vocals are as strong and direct as her message.
(Heavy Metal Soundtrack, 1981)
Recorded during the Bella Donna sessions, this song would have to wait just a little longer to be released. A standout from the animated film Heavy Metal, Stevie sings of a gift from her mother, complete with ethereal lyrics, “Don’t listen to her; listen through her.”
This gift has always been a source of inspiration as it shines during the night for her. Stevie enjoys sharing personal feelings and experiences with her listeners, and the Lamp’s source of stability fits right in with her songs as a solo artist. Although it did not make it to her debut album, it marks a strong beginning for her and her career outside Fleetwood Mac.
“Garbo”
(B-side to “Stand Back." 1983)
The flip side to Stevie’s rock anthem “Stand Back” is her tender ballad, which actually has less to do with the star in the song’s title and more to do with Stevie herself. Her beautiful, lush lyrics are what attract her fans in the first place – “I love to waltz with a man in a dark linen suit/All alone at a party with someone I knew/From a time gone by turned into stone.”
Written about the infamous photo shoot for the 1973 LP Buckingham Nicks, she recalls her conflicting emotions at the beginning of her musical career and how she will be asked to do things she won’t want to do while on the road to stardom. In this case, she was asked to pose topless for the album’s cover.
Considering her choices, Stevie “…could be Garbo or even Marlene,” or she could walk away.
We all know her decision and how she would in time tell the boys in the club how it will be.
“Violet and Blue”
(Against All Odds Soundtrack, 1984)
Overlooked by the movie’s title track sung by Phil Collins, this track was to appear on Stevie’s sophomore album The Wild Heart.
Complete with its kick-butt percussion, her vocal passion is evident as she sings of overwhelming warnings and Violet and Blue mornings to be taken “with you.”
Does she sing of a certain guitarist or someone else?
“Well, it’s hard to hide from eyes that are all over you,” she sings.
“Inspiration”
(B-side to “Maybe Love Will Change Your Mind,” 1994)
Stevie says, “Sometimes to talk to you is all I need/To make me feel at home again.” While she does not reveal the source of her inspiration, it could be argued she sings of Tom Petty.
She has made is clear that the two of them would inspire each other throughout the years both professionally and personally, making this song all the more poignant. “But it’s all worthwhile when I see that smile/I feel like I’m up a mile high.”
“Mirror, Mirror”
(B-side to “Blue Denim,” 1994)
One of the best songs to promote Stevie’s Street Angel album was actually recorded in 1984. Reminiscent of the tense musical energy that makes “Edge of Seventeen” so engaging, “Mirror, Mirror” literally reflects on her love life and how it comes to an end, and “brilliant is your danger.”
Again, the love interest in question tells her she “walks a thin line” as she sings of misunderstandings and memories fading “like the wind” Her vocals are as strong and direct as her message.
Deep Inside The Shell
There are people everywhere
Come and share
Deep inside the shell
There are people everywhere
Come and share
Soothing sounds will nullify
All the lies
A feeling we know well
Soothing sounds will nullify
All the lies.
Come and share
Deep inside the shell
There are people everywhere
Come and share
Soothing sounds will nullify
All the lies
A feeling we know well
Soothing sounds will nullify
All the lies.
Copyright 1989 Scott C. Forrest
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
It Seems Like Forever
It seems like forever
But it was just a few days
A few days of confusion
A few days of confidence
Here we sit, overwhelmed
Where has the time gone?
It has gone to many hardships
It has gone to some happiness.
Copyright 1998 Scott C. Forrest
But it was just a few days
A few days of confusion
A few days of confidence
Here we sit, overwhelmed
Where has the time gone?
It has gone to many hardships
It has gone to some happiness.
Copyright 1998 Scott C. Forrest
Friday, May 15, 2020
Wallpaper Avenue
I’m walking down Memory Lane
Through the snow and through all the rain
I’m looking at all the memories that I had
With my brother, my sister, my mom, and dad
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
I’m looking at all the things that made my past glad
Though many memories make me sad
It’s touching looking back at my past
Wishing that it could always last
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
The times that I had when I was a kid were great
I shall remember all of them
Carefree, careless, careful, caring
Weren’t those precious times a gem?
But life goes on bringing many new times and faces
Running through all sorts of puzzling mazes
Remember the good; forget the bad
Don’t ever make your life sad
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
Sometimes I feel like I am my own boss
Sometimes I think I am at a loss
Some memories I hate
Some are great
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
The times that I had when I was a kid were great
I shall remember all of them
Carefree, careless, careful, caring
Weren’t those precious times a gem?
Copyright 1982 Ken Crowell, Scott C. Forrest
Through the snow and through all the rain
I’m looking at all the memories that I had
With my brother, my sister, my mom, and dad
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
I’m looking at all the things that made my past glad
Though many memories make me sad
It’s touching looking back at my past
Wishing that it could always last
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
The times that I had when I was a kid were great
I shall remember all of them
Carefree, careless, careful, caring
Weren’t those precious times a gem?
But life goes on bringing many new times and faces
Running through all sorts of puzzling mazes
Remember the good; forget the bad
Don’t ever make your life sad
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
Sometimes I feel like I am my own boss
Sometimes I think I am at a loss
Some memories I hate
Some are great
Nothing ever lasts forever
At one time it has to be severed
Enjoying all the times that I had with my friends
Hoping that it never, ever has to end
The times that I had when I was a kid were great
I shall remember all of them
Carefree, careless, careful, caring
Weren’t those precious times a gem?
Copyright 1982 Ken Crowell, Scott C. Forrest
Monday, May 11, 2020
Reborn
The sun rises over the horizon
The water is gently illuminated
The wind kisses the skin
The sand is soft beneath the feet
The swimsuit is ready for the dive
The body is slowly reborn.
Copyright 2009 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
The water is gently illuminated
The wind kisses the skin
The sand is soft beneath the feet
The swimsuit is ready for the dive
The body is slowly reborn.
Copyright 2009 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Monday, May 04, 2020
When The Ceiling Went Black
In the darkness she opened her eyes
Sang the song of her soul
She knew the feeling when the ceiling went black
There is nothing she can do
When this love turns around
She can walk
She can talk
She can breathe
She got here with her mouth
She thought love was in his eyes
She can walk
She can talk
She can’t leave
In a moment she opened her eyes
Felt the throb of here fears
Got the feedback when the ceiling went black
Dishonesty is king
When you try to talk it out
She can walk
She can talk
She can breathe
With the wave of a hand
You can know what is said
She is rough
She is tough
She won’t believe.
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Packy Run
sung to the tune of "Sleigh Ride"
Just hear those bottles clinking
The empties are tinkling, too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you
Outside our friends are calling
And you'll be falling real soon
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, let's rush
We want to be a lush
We want to turn our minds into mush
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, it's grand
Vodka in your hand
We're chugging along with a song in a liquor wonderland
Let's drink a rum and coke
And take a smoke or two
We'll snuggle up together
And chug a couple of brews
I'll mix a gin and tonic
That'll feel like a sonic boom
We'll stash the stuff away
When the R.A. knocks on our room!
There's a big keg party
At the house of 94
When they run out of suds
You know they'll go and get some more
We'll be singing those drinking songs we sing
'Til we're all sh*t-faced
And in the corner they're having a chugging race
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Thank God we have some friends
Who are old enough to buy
Otherwise this campus
Would go very dry
As the party goes on, we'll get so drunk
We will want to scoop
Oh, what the hell; it's better in a group!
Scoop! Scoop! Scoop!
Drink up, drink up
Drink up, that wine
Tasted so fine
But now I cannot walk a straight line
Drink up, drink up
Drink up, no way
Tomorrow's a school day
Oh, what the hell; we know damn well we'll skip classes anyway!
Just hear those bottles clinking
The empties are tinkling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you
Outside our friends are calling
And you'll be falling real soon
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you!
Original Lyrics by Mitchell Parish
Original Music by Leroy Anderson
New Lyrics by J.Dionne, S.Forrest, S.Pikora
Copyright 1948, 1950, 1987 Mitchell Parish, Leroy Anderson,
Dionne/Forrest/Pikora
Just hear those bottles clinking
The empties are tinkling, too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you
Outside our friends are calling
And you'll be falling real soon
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, let's rush
We want to be a lush
We want to turn our minds into mush
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, it's grand
Vodka in your hand
We're chugging along with a song in a liquor wonderland
Let's drink a rum and coke
And take a smoke or two
We'll snuggle up together
And chug a couple of brews
I'll mix a gin and tonic
That'll feel like a sonic boom
We'll stash the stuff away
When the R.A. knocks on our room!
There's a big keg party
At the house of 94
When they run out of suds
You know they'll go and get some more
We'll be singing those drinking songs we sing
'Til we're all sh*t-faced
And in the corner they're having a chugging race
Chug! Chug! Chug!
Thank God we have some friends
Who are old enough to buy
Otherwise this campus
Would go very dry
As the party goes on, we'll get so drunk
We will want to scoop
Oh, what the hell; it's better in a group!
Scoop! Scoop! Scoop!
Drink up, drink up
Drink up, that wine
Tasted so fine
But now I cannot walk a straight line
Drink up, drink up
Drink up, no way
Tomorrow's a school day
Oh, what the hell; we know damn well we'll skip classes anyway!
Just hear those bottles clinking
The empties are tinkling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you
Outside our friends are calling
And you'll be falling real soon
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a packy run together with you!
Original Lyrics by Mitchell Parish
Original Music by Leroy Anderson
New Lyrics by J.Dionne, S.Forrest, S.Pikora
Copyright 1948, 1950, 1987 Mitchell Parish, Leroy Anderson,
Dionne/Forrest/Pikora
Monday, April 20, 2020
Please Don't Cry
Please don't cry
Your tears are not meant to be here
But you are
No matter what they tell you
You were born
You are meant to live a lifetime
Live and don't exist
You are not a mistake
We all love you
And we're always here for you
I can't promise you much
But I can promise you this
Please don't cry
You are meant to live a lifetime
I can't promise you much
But I promise that we love you.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Your tears are not meant to be here
But you are
No matter what they tell you
You were born
You are meant to live a lifetime
Live and don't exist
You are not a mistake
We all love you
And we're always here for you
I can't promise you much
But I can promise you this
Please don't cry
You are meant to live a lifetime
I can't promise you much
But I promise that we love you.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Sunday, April 12, 2020
The Way They Were Planned
He sits by the window
A drink in his hand
Things did not turn out
The way they were planned
He looks out the pane
A tear in his eye
He just can’t wait
To break down and cry
It’s out of control
It happened so fast
Smiles and laughter
Are things of the past
Solutions and reasons
Sink into the sand
Things just don’t turn out
The way they were planned.
Copyright 1990 Scott C. Forrest
A drink in his hand
Things did not turn out
The way they were planned
He looks out the pane
A tear in his eye
He just can’t wait
To break down and cry
It’s out of control
It happened so fast
Smiles and laughter
Are things of the past
Solutions and reasons
Sink into the sand
Things just don’t turn out
The way they were planned.
Copyright 1990 Scott C. Forrest
Saturday, April 04, 2020
Empty Playgrounds
Empty playgrounds filled with empty laughter
Slides that should know smiles
Swings that should know grins
Nobody merry on the turntable of sadness
Grass that knows no gladness
Dirt that knows no dances
Clouds of gray envelope the area
Rain that supplies the tears
Wind that supplies the sobs
Protective tape keeping us away
See-saws that understand sadness
Children that understand loneliness.
Copyright 2009 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Slides that should know smiles
Swings that should know grins
Nobody merry on the turntable of sadness
Grass that knows no gladness
Dirt that knows no dances
Clouds of gray envelope the area
Rain that supplies the tears
Wind that supplies the sobs
Protective tape keeping us away
See-saws that understand sadness
Children that understand loneliness.
Copyright 2009 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Saturday, March 28, 2020
Does Your Brain Still Play Tricks On Your Body?
Music & Lyrics - Jessie Brownstein, Michael Bullister, Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Additional Lyrics - Aviv Rubinstien
My eyes won't smell the roses anymore
My elbows bend the other way
My toes won't taste the grass they're clutching to
My spine's been shrinking everyday
Does your brain still play tricks on your body?
Like the day that you told me you still loved me
Is your life as downside-up as mine?
We tread the poles, but our planets aren't aligned
I feel like a stranger when I walk through my front door
I sleep with all the damn lights on
I smoke my coffee, and I chug down cigarettes
Because this ring on my finger is wrong
Does your brain still play tricks on your body?
Like the day that you told me you still loved me
Is your life as downside-up as mine?
We tread the poles, but our planets aren't aligned.
Copyright 2015 Jessie Brownstein, Michael Bullister,
Scott C. Forrest-Allen, Aviv Rubinstien
Lead Vocals - Jessie Brownstein
Acoustic Guitar - Michael Bullister
Vocals - Michael Bullister, Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Additional Lyrics - Aviv Rubinstien
My eyes won't smell the roses anymore
My elbows bend the other way
My toes won't taste the grass they're clutching to
My spine's been shrinking everyday
Does your brain still play tricks on your body?
Like the day that you told me you still loved me
Is your life as downside-up as mine?
We tread the poles, but our planets aren't aligned
I feel like a stranger when I walk through my front door
I sleep with all the damn lights on
I smoke my coffee, and I chug down cigarettes
Because this ring on my finger is wrong
Does your brain still play tricks on your body?
Like the day that you told me you still loved me
Is your life as downside-up as mine?
We tread the poles, but our planets aren't aligned.
Copyright 2015 Jessie Brownstein, Michael Bullister,
Scott C. Forrest-Allen, Aviv Rubinstien
Lead Vocals - Jessie Brownstein
Acoustic Guitar - Michael Bullister
Vocals - Michael Bullister, Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Monday, March 23, 2020
Raccoons
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so adorable
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so wonderful
Raccoons seem sweet
Raccoons look cute
But they’re not very nice
Because they can tear the shingles right off your house
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so mischievous
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so devious
Raccoons are smart
Raccoons are clean
And they play through the night
As they tip over garbage cans in front of your house
Raccoons
I love raccoons
Raccoons
I love raccoons
Raccoons
Raccoons
Raccoons
Copyright 1973 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
I love raccoons
They’re so adorable
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so wonderful
Raccoons seem sweet
Raccoons look cute
But they’re not very nice
Because they can tear the shingles right off your house
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so mischievous
Raccoons
I love raccoons
They’re so devious
Raccoons are smart
Raccoons are clean
And they play through the night
As they tip over garbage cans in front of your house
Raccoons
I love raccoons
Raccoons
I love raccoons
Raccoons
Raccoons
Raccoons
Copyright 1973 Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Saturday, March 14, 2020
I Will Be Here
The sun rises over the horizon
It has set there so many times before
But never the same place twice
And never the same colour
The horizon stretches so far
The miles are too overwhelming
I will share them with you.
I will never quite understand you
There is so much to know
We do not know why
And we will not care why
If you ever want to be
If you ever wish to fly free
I will be here
If you wish to talk, I will be here
I will be right here waiting
I would like you to tell me
I want to know what you are thinking
I want to know how you are feeling
Tell me everything, please
Tell me everything that is going on in your life
Your life is very interesting and complicated
I would like to know that is going on right now
I want to know what is is your mind
Will you talk to me?
Will you tell me so I will know?
I am interested and fascinated
I do not understand the reasons or have the answers
All I know is that I care
The time has taken so long
What has taken you so long?
Now you are here
And I am beside you
And I want to know
You think I do not identify
But honestly I do
I would like you to realize
I would like you to remember
That if ever you need a talk
That if ever you need a hug
I will be here
I know you have been through too much
But I have been there too
Believe me
I wish for you to believe me
If ever you want to cry
If ever you want to laugh
I will be here.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
It has set there so many times before
But never the same place twice
And never the same colour
The horizon stretches so far
The miles are too overwhelming
I will share them with you.
I will never quite understand you
There is so much to know
We do not know why
And we will not care why
If you ever want to be
If you ever wish to fly free
I will be here
If you wish to talk, I will be here
I will be right here waiting
I would like you to tell me
I want to know what you are thinking
I want to know how you are feeling
Tell me everything, please
Tell me everything that is going on in your life
Your life is very interesting and complicated
I would like to know that is going on right now
I want to know what is is your mind
Will you talk to me?
Will you tell me so I will know?
I am interested and fascinated
I do not understand the reasons or have the answers
All I know is that I care
The time has taken so long
What has taken you so long?
Now you are here
And I am beside you
And I want to know
You think I do not identify
But honestly I do
I would like you to realize
I would like you to remember
That if ever you need a talk
That if ever you need a hug
I will be here
I know you have been through too much
But I have been there too
Believe me
I wish for you to believe me
If ever you want to cry
If ever you want to laugh
I will be here.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
Monday, March 09, 2020
This Is The Life
See the man and woman sitting at the breakfast table
Yes, but this is the life
Her afternoon activity is living through the T.V.
His only friend is his wife
They’re talking about the kitchen sink
For the past two days it continues to clog
They’re complaining about the neighbors
And their loud, over-sized dog
Yes, but this is the life
For some this is how it will be
Yes, but this is the life
But not the life for me
See the eccentric millionaire being driven to his secluded mansion
He thinks he has all a man could own
He doesn't have neighbors with whom he can talk
And is too scared to pick up the phone
Overlook the yard that overlooks the mountains
Yes, but this is the life
Where is the mail person? Where is the paperboy?
Where is the loving husband or wife?
Yes, but this is the life
For some this is how it will be
Yes, but this is the life
But not the life for me
See the loving couple living in their apartment
Talking about buying a used car
Tonight they’re going out again in a great big group of ten
Yes, but how lucky they are.
Copyright 1983 Scott C. Forrest
Yes, but this is the life
Her afternoon activity is living through the T.V.
His only friend is his wife
They’re talking about the kitchen sink
For the past two days it continues to clog
They’re complaining about the neighbors
And their loud, over-sized dog
Yes, but this is the life
For some this is how it will be
Yes, but this is the life
But not the life for me
See the eccentric millionaire being driven to his secluded mansion
He thinks he has all a man could own
He doesn't have neighbors with whom he can talk
And is too scared to pick up the phone
Overlook the yard that overlooks the mountains
Yes, but this is the life
Where is the mail person? Where is the paperboy?
Where is the loving husband or wife?
Yes, but this is the life
For some this is how it will be
Yes, but this is the life
But not the life for me
See the loving couple living in their apartment
Talking about buying a used car
Tonight they’re going out again in a great big group of ten
Yes, but how lucky they are.
Copyright 1983 Scott C. Forrest
Sunday, March 01, 2020
I Welcome The Rain
I welcome the rain
The icy, miserable drizzle is comforting
I relish the smoky, somber, ominous overcast
The eerie atmosphere is enlightening
The ground is instantly drenched
The evil wind bites along its path
The dark envelops the area
The leaves rustle violently
But I welcome the rain
It seems to understand at times
The emotions are equal and relaxing
And all is dark
But now the sun comes out
And, yes, it is behind the clouds again
The clouds that conceal another emotion
That I wall welcome at another time.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
The icy, miserable drizzle is comforting
I relish the smoky, somber, ominous overcast
The eerie atmosphere is enlightening
The ground is instantly drenched
The evil wind bites along its path
The dark envelops the area
The leaves rustle violently
But I welcome the rain
It seems to understand at times
The emotions are equal and relaxing
And all is dark
But now the sun comes out
And, yes, it is behind the clouds again
The clouds that conceal another emotion
That I wall welcome at another time.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
Monday, February 24, 2020
Ready Or Not
This is it
Ready or not
She says, “It’s now or never”
He says, “Whenever”
She looks at his eyes and asks why
He looks at her and knows how to try
But when it happens
It happens so fast
Will it last?
Will it pass?
What was she saying?
What was she doing?
What does he know?
What does he care?
She has done it
Ready or not
“I did the right thing,” she says
We say…we have no say
She has no regrets
We have all made our bets
It happened
It happened so fast
Will it last?
Will it pass?
We don’t know what she was thinking
We don’t know what she is saying
Does she know our thoughts?
Does she know our words?
“Ready or not”
It’s all we hear
It’s not clear
It’s not dear
But when it happens, you know it
But when it has been, do you remember?
She is clear
She is dear
It’s not what she chose
And what we say means nothing
What she says is when no one listens
Even though all eyes glisten
Do we remember?
Do we want to?
Do you read?
Or just look?
Do you hear?
Or just listen?
Ready or not
It’s time
When will you…will you start?
When will we…will we follow?
Just remember what she did
Remember
Everything we do is for a reason
What about what I think?
I think about it all
Do you?
“Ready or not”
It’s all we hear
It’s not clear
It’s not dear
But when it happens, you know it
But when it has been, do you remember?
Not clear
Not dear
It’s not what I chose
And what you say means nothing
What you say is when no one listens
Even though all eyes glisten
Do you remember it?
Do you want it?
Ready or not
Are you?
Ready or not
Do you want to?
Everything is for a reason
Everything is
Listening
Hearing
Reading
Looking
The time is
The time is now
It is always now
Ready or not.
Copyright 1986 Scott C. Forrest
Ready or not
She says, “It’s now or never”
He says, “Whenever”
She looks at his eyes and asks why
He looks at her and knows how to try
But when it happens
It happens so fast
Will it last?
Will it pass?
What was she saying?
What was she doing?
What does he know?
What does he care?
She has done it
Ready or not
“I did the right thing,” she says
We say…we have no say
She has no regrets
We have all made our bets
It happened
It happened so fast
Will it last?
Will it pass?
We don’t know what she was thinking
We don’t know what she is saying
Does she know our thoughts?
Does she know our words?
“Ready or not”
It’s all we hear
It’s not clear
It’s not dear
But when it happens, you know it
But when it has been, do you remember?
She is clear
She is dear
It’s not what she chose
And what we say means nothing
What she says is when no one listens
Even though all eyes glisten
Do we remember?
Do we want to?
Do you read?
Or just look?
Do you hear?
Or just listen?
Ready or not
It’s time
When will you…will you start?
When will we…will we follow?
Just remember what she did
Remember
Everything we do is for a reason
What about what I think?
I think about it all
Do you?
“Ready or not”
It’s all we hear
It’s not clear
It’s not dear
But when it happens, you know it
But when it has been, do you remember?
Not clear
Not dear
It’s not what I chose
And what you say means nothing
What you say is when no one listens
Even though all eyes glisten
Do you remember it?
Do you want it?
Ready or not
Are you?
Ready or not
Do you want to?
Everything is for a reason
Everything is
Listening
Hearing
Reading
Looking
The time is
The time is now
It is always now
Ready or not.
Copyright 1986 Scott C. Forrest
Wednesday, February 12, 2020
Someday
Someday, it will make sense
Someday, you will understand why
Someday, it will be because
Someday
Until then, do not worry
Until then, do not think
Until then, wait
Until then
You know me
Please forgive me
Please understand me
You always have.
Copyright 1986 Scott C. Forrest
Someday, you will understand why
Someday, it will be because
Someday
Until then, do not worry
Until then, do not think
Until then, wait
Until then
You know me
Please forgive me
Please understand me
You always have.
Copyright 1986 Scott C. Forrest
Sunday, January 26, 2020
The Fighter
You make me feel so comfortable
I have found an answer
When all else is crumbling
I know where to be secure
All is confused and crazy
But so much brighter
You’ve shown me the way
You’ve made me the fighter
To be on the edge
But never fall
To be ready to drop
But stand so tall
I know you will help me
To make it through the night
I know You will help me
To learn how to fight
I’m so glad I’ve found You
It’s taken so long
I’ve had my doubts
My decision can’t be wrong
Life’s so much clearer now
As the bond grows tighter
You’ve taught me to love and trust again
You’ve taught me to be the fighter
To be on the edge
But never fall
To be ready to drop
But stand so tall
I know You will help me
To make it through the night
I know not to worry
I’ll live to fight.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
I have found an answer
When all else is crumbling
I know where to be secure
All is confused and crazy
But so much brighter
You’ve shown me the way
You’ve made me the fighter
To be on the edge
But never fall
To be ready to drop
But stand so tall
I know you will help me
To make it through the night
I know You will help me
To learn how to fight
I’m so glad I’ve found You
It’s taken so long
I’ve had my doubts
My decision can’t be wrong
Life’s so much clearer now
As the bond grows tighter
You’ve taught me to love and trust again
You’ve taught me to be the fighter
To be on the edge
But never fall
To be ready to drop
But stand so tall
I know You will help me
To make it through the night
I know not to worry
I’ll live to fight.
Copyright 1987 Scott C. Forrest
Monday, January 20, 2020
The Journey
I have ridden many horses
Straddled to my faith
And ambled through the winding
Fields before my grace
With verbal reinforcements
Pacing near them all
Traveling to their sources
Miraculously I didn’t fall
I can’t believe what is happening to be
And I won’t settle for probability
I wander to the corners
And anonymously write
Pensive contributions
Bless me every night
I’ve journeyed through the mountains
Searching for me there
All I have discovered
Is where I‘m going near
The salt has gone to the bottom of the sea
The waves will return us to reality.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
Straddled to my faith
And ambled through the winding
Fields before my grace
With verbal reinforcements
Pacing near them all
Traveling to their sources
Miraculously I didn’t fall
I can’t believe what is happening to be
And I won’t settle for probability
I wander to the corners
And anonymously write
Pensive contributions
Bless me every night
I’ve journeyed through the mountains
Searching for me there
All I have discovered
Is where I‘m going near
The salt has gone to the bottom of the sea
The waves will return us to reality.
Copyright 1988 Scott C. Forrest
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