We’ve given you a choice.

You have no right to complain

Its as simple as day and night,

I won’t bother to explain.

One is garbage.

The other is clearly trash

This has sparkles and frosting.

That one is baited with cash.

And now we’ll serve you bullshit,

Skewered on a stick

Or would you rather have it baked

like a cake, three layers thick.

Its up to you

You have the freedom to decide

One or the other you must chose

From this decision you cannot hide.

You think there’s more to offer?

Things we do not show?

But we did not bring those choices to you

So how would you ever know!





Angels Dance

Music pours from your soul as

Liitle angels dance along your fingertips,

Moving digits to a melody yet to be created;

Never fretting, only feeling the groove

Of your instrument.

They dance

Up, down, across and over they gently work the neck

Feeling each note as it is made,

making each note as it is felt.

Silly Old Widower

I see you

Walking through the mist of a lakeside morning.

The birds flutter and fly off as you stroll by.

Angelic silhouette piercing the blurring sky

A meandering gate, a step here, another there.

The way your hair falls, the bounce in your step.

It must be you.

But as you draw near I see it is not.

You have been gone a long time.

You would be old…different…like me.

But when I look at her

I see a little bit of you.

I do.

just enough to wonder

What would be you?


Angel Girl

Angel Girl

She likes to play out in the rain.

She’s in love again

But she doesn’t know his name.

Angel girl

Wins the world over with her smile.

She’s got charm

They fall in love with her style.

And she cries herself to sleep.

Then she slips into the deep.

I’ve grown older

But certainly not colder

In fact a bit bolder.

The more I know

The less I understand.

I try to read, but

The words have become blurred,

I cannot read them.

Not without help.

I rise from this lonely old bed to get my glasses.  Knowing I’ve laid dormant for too long.

And when I read your book

Every word says the same to me.




The beauty, the pain… the anticipation, the disappointment… the exhilaration, the sadness…the unfettered joy; the pure celebration of another persons life.

All expressed with a twinkle of your eye, better than 100,000 words

You are so pretty I forget the pain of what no longer is

and vow to love again… if only for a moment




You can’t come,

And then leave so quickly.

Surround my head with you

And let me be in yours

Then act as if it never happened.


I’m not like the others

I saw into your eyes a fire.

That was fed by mine.

That warmed us both


It was all planned

My reactions, your  disappointments.

The debilitating frustration.

You’re always a victim…

Never a contributor.


I will not leave your head.

I will come again.

And again, and again and again.



[featuring Keke on vocals and Motor City Josh on Guitar]


Big time loser…Acting like he lost something he never had.

Big time boozer…He’s acting happy when really he’s sad.

Big time lover…it’s been a long time since he’s been laid.

Big time spender…spends all of his time trying to get paid.


But big times can be bad times when you find yourself alone… big times… never last long.

Little sally Johnson

lived up in Wisconsin,

But she never really liked the snow,

So she packed up for Hollywood,

She thought she’d be doing good

If she could land a role in the show.

But she got rejected,

And it came so unexpected

That she took off for parts unknown


Big times can be bad times when you find yourself alone…’ big times… never last long.


And then there’s Timmy tough guy,

He walked away with a black eye..

He didn’t make it into round two

But he showed up on that night

And he put up his best fight,

That’s more than most men ever do.


Big times can be bad times when you find yourself alone… big times… never last long.


And poor Bobby Jones

He’s all skin and bones

Trying to sell his artwork at the fair.

But no one was buying

So he just quit trying,

and focused on braiding his daughter’s hair

Emily and I with her family in Quindío Colombia


Big times can be bad times when you find yourself alone…’cause big times never last long.

big times…never last long.

big times …

never last long.


[featuring Keke on vocals and Motor City Josh on Guitar]

written and published by Dieter George keller