TL Boehm - Writer

I wrote little in the 1990's - perhaps because my children were young, my job was a drag and from 1997 to 2000 I was going to school and working full time....or maybe its just because I hit a time in my life when I was not dreaming and I felt I had little if nothing to say....

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Will the real man please
Stand up I want to see
More than the same old
Anger in your eyes
If you could show kindness
Compassion or love
You could take the whole
Damned world by surprise

So you got cruise elevation baby
But your air is too damn thin
You belong down here with the rat race baby
Unlike your fantasies you don’t always win
And the saga inside your tiny brain
Where the hero is always you
Is boring beyond belief to me
We both know none of it is true

Tell me I’m full of it my friend
You’d know the warning signs
You wrote the book on pulling the wool
Over unsuspecting eyes
But when you’re tired of smartassing
And you want shelter from the storm
Even your bad attitude
Won’t get you enough to keep you warm

Either stand up and be a man
Or sit down and shut up again

TL Boehm
6/96 4/17/00
For Justin
Listening to Justin disparage Gina and Julie (the step fam)

No bits of lace and ribbon
No flowers for your hair
Just tiny trucks and airplanes
Toy soldiers everywhere
No ruffly pink cotton dresses
Pearl buttons sewn with care
Just big Tshirts and faded jeans
That’s what you’ll choose to wear

You won’t understand the love and ache in my heart
As I help you grow up to grow away
But I would not trade you for a ray of light
In a life of black and rainy days

Hey there rock and roller
My little toy soldier
I watch you dance alone
You’re my ray of son light
But one day you just might
Burn brighter than I’ve known
Will you still be dancing
When you are grown

Rubber scorpions in your pocket
Mario world in your dreams
Catching stars and crashing cars
A warrior on the TV screen
Pokemon are the only monsters
And when you fight you always win
Will your real world be as cool a place
As the digital ones you’ve seen

And I offer up a little thanks for you
Every time I close my eyes to pray
Keep on dancing to your song boy
You’ll never grow to old to play

TL Boehm
9/95  3/17/99  10/25/99

For Fred Boehm – watching Fred dance…

Don’t need no funky acid trip
No needle in my veins
No herbicide or crystal meth
No pills no crack cocaine

Don’t need no psychobabble
To define my mental state
Don’t need no TV talk show host
Tellin’ me if I’m gay or straight

It ain’t gonna get me higher
Than I know I’ve been
Ain’t gonna drag me deeper
Than the hole that I am in

You don’t know nothin’ bout my life
As I’m scratching out my hole in Hell
Never say I’m better than you
We’re starin’ up from the bottom of the same well

It takes more than holy water
To wash my sins away
No divine intervention
Solve all my problems in one day

God put me on this earth
To survive
Scratchin’ out my little existence
Givin’ me what I need to survive

If I throw myself from the cliff I’m on
No angels gonna jump to break my fall
You can’t hang up on God if you don’t like
The answer to your call

TL Boehm
5/95  9/95  11/20/96

For Billy and Allison, For Gina, and Justin

Pacing like a lion
Behind these civilized bars
The crack the whip of humanity
Lacing my soul with scars
I wanna be an animal
And stalk my prey in the dark
I wanna taste the blood of the kill
When passion finds its mark

So you think I’m a frail thing
Scared of the big bad world outside
While you’re slaying every dragon
I’m cowering behind you terrified
So you think you are my hero
In awe of all you do
I might sink my fangs into your heart
Cause I’m a monster just like you

So you are my savior
I am helpless at your feet
You’re the owner and the master
And your victory is sweet
And you’ve opened up my eyes
From my scary little dream
But don’t turn your back on me
Cause I know what makes you scream

I am your baddest nightmare
The blackest secret you told
The skeleton in your closet
The terror that you hold
I am the voice inside of you
That makes your blood run cold
I am your baddest nightmare
The sacrifice, the soul you sold

TL Boehm 
86 1/95  4/6/95

For Frances and Terry