Like we’re sticking together, we’re as close as glue
Like five toes in a sock like a foot in a shoe
Like sand mixing with gravel that cements ones love
Like being caught between a rock and a hard place
Like push comes to shove.

Like a school kid cutting, gluing and pasting in class
Like a lawn mower, mowing some grass
Like a barnacle sticking to a pier, like a rabbit with a floppy ear
Like fish swimming in a school
Like two swimmers neck ‘n’ neck in a pool

Like love birds cooing in a tree, like a flower being pollinated by a bee
Like a dog flicking at a flea, like busy squirrels storing acorns in a tree
Like sardines packed tightly in a can,
Like people in a sweaty elevator without a fan.

Like bread toasting in a toaster, like lovers on a roller coaster
Like two peas in a pod, like a snail in a shell
Like a clanger in a bell, like a water bucket down a well
Like I love you and I just think you’re swell!

Copyright 2005 Joseph P. Martino.

“He lightens all our burdens and lifts our spirits when we are down.
For those of us who restore their faith in him, he will turn our lives around.
Trust in him and truely believe and care and he will remove all our
burdens that seem to much to bare.

He can raise the downtrodden up off the ground,
Console the lonely when they are down or when no one calls or comes around.
When things look darkest before the storm, he sends in our
Guardian angels with rays of sunshine, to help make
Our lives bright and warm.

So, never give up and never give in,…
For those of us with unshakable faith, he promises to deliver us from sin.

Love,live and worship his word with all your might and you
Can rest assure, he will always keep you in his loving and protective sight.”

Copyright 2006 Joseph P. Martino.

For I never seem to know when to walk away
and return again some other Day,…
I always tend to overstay,…
And never learn to go my way.
Love and life seem funny that way.

For I never seem to know when to walk away
I try so hard to figure out this mystery in my life,…
and ways to cease my endless strife.
Let me count the ways,…. while I pine away
My desperate lonely days, left to recount the error of my ways.

For I never seem to know when to walk away
I search mind and soul for answers to my questions,…
my torn broken heart helps to provide me with some great suggestions.
For I never seem to know when to walk away

Now I have found the answer in my one and only true love,…
And I’m here to shout say,…
I now have no need to ever walk away,…
For I’m finally here to stay.

Copyright Joseph P. Martino.

Lady of liberty and mother of freedom and justice to all,…
who offers her welcome to whomever may call,
be them rich, poor or oppressed,…
she stands watch in the in her robes, so dressed,…
…a gift of friendship from france to the u.s.
dedicated in 1886 and designated a national monument in 1924,…

A historic landmark to it’s very core.
She passed her torch from bedloe’s to the renamed liberty island,…
…never frowned,…
but, kept on smiling.

She raised her torch of eternal light and freedom upward
toward the heavenly clouds,…
evoking cries and tears of emotion from the visiting crowds.

So, thanks to the great genius of bartholdi and eiffel our symbol
of freedom still stands by the bay,…
to signal to all passing through, that liberty, justice and the
pursuit of happiness and opportunity in america is here to stay,…
in the good ole u.s.a.

Copyright Joseph P. Martino.

“We thank the men and women who served and serve in Afganistan and Iraq.
Some paid the untimate sacrifice and are never coming back.
The price of liberty and freedom is never free,
The cost of freedom comes at a high cost and price tag and
unlike merchandise cannot be bought or purchased off the rack.

Just ask any of our serviceman and woman
who served in the W.W.II, korea, Vietnam or Iraq.”

Copyright Joseph P. Martino.

SEX is a TRANSACTION,
With emotional currency,
You’re either lucky or an arsehole,
If you’re getting it for free,
Some are prepared to barter flesh,
For company or affection,
A house, a car, a family,
Money or protection,
When morality is attached to
Guilt can reduce the pleasure,
Whereby with uninhibited
Comes ecstasy without measure.

There are those whom believe that, SEX is just for procreation,
While there are others for whom it is, Their favourite recreation,
There are people who only have,
SEX over the phone,
And others who are happy,
To do it on their own,
There are some who really get off,
On lingerie and leather,
And those who simply prefer,
To masturbate together.