Love Is A Game
Broken hearts left in shame
Not knowing love is only a game
If you don't play it right you're gonna get beat
You only play it right if you learn how to cheat
Love is a game if you're not a player you're gonna get beat
Cause only the players know how to cheat
You can say it's wrong for them to play
But it doesn't matter they'll still get away
Love is a game close to war
Self glory is all it's for
You take all you can take
And what you can't you break
Like Monopoly you get the most before you lose it all
Like checkers you take the opponent piece by piece against the wall
Love is a bitter mystery a game kind of like Clue
You look for the culprit only to find it was you
Just A Man
I'm sorry, but this is all I have to give
I'm not perfect, I'm just a man
Don't think I'm holding back on you
All that I'm doing is all that I can
I can only hope this is enough for you
Because I worked this hard for women before
They thought I held back on them
And they always pushed for more
Although, this is less than you deserve
I still hope you might stay
But since I'm short of your glory
You may go the other way
Passion
All passion must come to an end
There is no true eternal friend
It is destine by fate
You will lose your soulmate
You will misplace your trust
You'll confuse love for lust
Friday, February 27, 2009
Poetry Post 100
Initiative (Haiku)
What will be of me
I will have to wait and see
Or I can be now
I Wonder
I never knew happiness
I always fell short of bliss
Those of my past I will always miss
Sometimes I wonder if things will always be like this
I wonder what will become of me
I wonder if this is how it will always be
I wonder if my spirit will be free
I wonder if there is anything left to see
Defiance
You cannot define me
You cannot refine me
You cannot confine me
I am not your plow horse
I am not yours to force
I am not yours to curse
I am only my own
It is my flesh and bone
I am mine alone
What will be of me
I will have to wait and see
Or I can be now
I Wonder
I never knew happiness
I always fell short of bliss
Those of my past I will always miss
Sometimes I wonder if things will always be like this
I wonder what will become of me
I wonder if this is how it will always be
I wonder if my spirit will be free
I wonder if there is anything left to see
Defiance
You cannot define me
You cannot refine me
You cannot confine me
I am not your plow horse
I am not yours to force
I am not yours to curse
I am only my own
It is my flesh and bone
I am mine alone
99th Post of Poetry
Love Left
I beg on bended knee
You still walk over me
I give a platinum rose
You leave upturning your nose
Broken Hearted
What ever happened to the love I thought we had
Why did you take me just to make me sad
I lay in the dark broken hearted
I have nothing left to live for since you have parted
I'm trapped in a room
Filled with misery and gloom
My only hope to move on
Is to make my memory of you gone
Losing You
If I could only have you
I wouldn't care what my life was coming to
I'd pay any cost
To get back what I lost
I listen to oldies singers on my stereo
Every song is about a girl they had to let go
As time changes they are led into danger
Having to trust the hands of a stranger
Every poem I ever read
Is of love lost to the dead
These thoughts swim in my head
Tormenting me in my lonesome bed
I only wish for the old days of you and me dead
I only wish for you to be here
I beg on bended knee
You still walk over me
I give a platinum rose
You leave upturning your nose
Broken Hearted
What ever happened to the love I thought we had
Why did you take me just to make me sad
I lay in the dark broken hearted
I have nothing left to live for since you have parted
I'm trapped in a room
Filled with misery and gloom
My only hope to move on
Is to make my memory of you gone
Losing You
If I could only have you
I wouldn't care what my life was coming to
I'd pay any cost
To get back what I lost
I listen to oldies singers on my stereo
Every song is about a girl they had to let go
As time changes they are led into danger
Having to trust the hands of a stranger
Every poem I ever read
Is of love lost to the dead
These thoughts swim in my head
Tormenting me in my lonesome bed
I only wish for the old days of you and me dead
I only wish for you to be here
The Monkees (film) Scene XIV
(Main room with Mike, Peter, Carole, Mary and Shannon; Micky just entering)
Carole: So what's wrong with Davy?
Micky: A mid life crisis or perhaps an epiphany.
Mike: Really?
Micky: Yeah and I think he'll need some time alone he's calling old girlfriends.
Mike: When can we practice again?
Peter: When's the TV audition?
Mike: Davy told me in a month.
Peter: Then we'll have plenty of time to practice but for now let's all take our girlfriends
Mike: Or wife
Peter: And just spend some time with them it could inspire a song
Micky: Let's go to the beach it's in our backyard Shannon.
(all exit in pairs)
Carole: So what's wrong with Davy?
Micky: A mid life crisis or perhaps an epiphany.
Mike: Really?
Micky: Yeah and I think he'll need some time alone he's calling old girlfriends.
Mike: When can we practice again?
Peter: When's the TV audition?
Mike: Davy told me in a month.
Peter: Then we'll have plenty of time to practice but for now let's all take our girlfriends
Mike: Or wife
Peter: And just spend some time with them it could inspire a song
Micky: Let's go to the beach it's in our backyard Shannon.
(all exit in pairs)
98th Volume Of Poetry
Ricochet The Bullets
Every day I have to argue with you to ricochet the bullets
I have to resort to my final wits
I wish I could just leave and call it quits
So I wouldn't have to put up with your screaming
But all I can do is resort to daydreaming
To a place better in seeming
To a place without your lies
The only place I can go without your battle cries
Away from this place where the bullet flies
My Fault
If I could write a song
You'd say the tune is wrong
I could cheer you when you're sad
But you would only get mad
Then I could apologize
But you'd damn me with your eyes
Then what else can I do
It's all my fault to you
Nothing
The words "I'll die alone"
Are carved in metallic stone
I aimlessly roam
For I have no home
And wherever my heart takes root
No one partakes of its fruit
My heart bleeds and it cries
Trampled in the dirt it lies
Every day I have to argue with you to ricochet the bullets
I have to resort to my final wits
I wish I could just leave and call it quits
So I wouldn't have to put up with your screaming
But all I can do is resort to daydreaming
To a place better in seeming
To a place without your lies
The only place I can go without your battle cries
Away from this place where the bullet flies
My Fault
If I could write a song
You'd say the tune is wrong
I could cheer you when you're sad
But you would only get mad
Then I could apologize
But you'd damn me with your eyes
Then what else can I do
It's all my fault to you
Nothing
The words "I'll die alone"
Are carved in metallic stone
I aimlessly roam
For I have no home
And wherever my heart takes root
No one partakes of its fruit
My heart bleeds and it cries
Trampled in the dirt it lies
97th Volume of Poetry
Returning To My Room
Returning to my room
Am I just returning to my womb
Or preparing for my tomb
Could I die and never live
Could I love and not know how to give
Codependent Social Phobia
I am not dependable
I am not befriendable
I am not amendable
I am just too stressed
By emotions unrepressed
That aren't to be expressed
I need love but am disconnected
Apart from others, I'm not respected
Sitting aloof to the crowd they feel suspected
Alone I feel tension
In crowds I sense pretension
A sense that self is in remission
Twenty Lonely Years
Twenty years old alone every minute of it
Momentary lapses of company leave after a bit
Goodbye always feels so rude
Like charity t'ward me and I'm suppose to have gratitude
If any of them would care
They wouldn't be going anywhere
They would look after me
They would embrace me every moment I was lonely
If their hearts were warm
My confidence they'd reaffirm
But they can't communicate if they're never there
And if they can't communicate they can't care
Returning to my room
Am I just returning to my womb
Or preparing for my tomb
Could I die and never live
Could I love and not know how to give
Codependent Social Phobia
I am not dependable
I am not befriendable
I am not amendable
I am just too stressed
By emotions unrepressed
That aren't to be expressed
I need love but am disconnected
Apart from others, I'm not respected
Sitting aloof to the crowd they feel suspected
Alone I feel tension
In crowds I sense pretension
A sense that self is in remission
Twenty Lonely Years
Twenty years old alone every minute of it
Momentary lapses of company leave after a bit
Goodbye always feels so rude
Like charity t'ward me and I'm suppose to have gratitude
If any of them would care
They wouldn't be going anywhere
They would look after me
They would embrace me every moment I was lonely
If their hearts were warm
My confidence they'd reaffirm
But they can't communicate if they're never there
And if they can't communicate they can't care
Poetry Post 96
Permissive Racism
Living in a land of rapists and racists
How can people wonder why I am an escapist
People always thinking I'm rude because I can't relate
In a world so tolerate of indifference and hate
How can so many black men be found guilty on the defense
When so many free whites started the offense
If a black man kills he makes his people a disgrace
But if a white man kills he's Jewish, queer or somehow disowned from his race
How can color say who is right
Ain't there different shades of white
Dave Berkowitz and Timothy McVeigh were just as light
Does their race make them more or less trustable at night
How can any race be pure with pedophiles and serial killers in their gene pool
How can the ignorant call another man a fool
At least the whites can afford a good school
But that doesn't matter as long as a black doesn't rule
The Activist
Traveling person to person
Trying to get a good deed done
Helping others to find time and invest
In a socially active interest
I passionately pursued people to get fliers sent
But the more I tried the more I found others indifferent
Weak and rejected I had nearly quit
Shut down the charity before I even started it
I continued to preach to each passerby
Asking about the destruction of the Earth but they couldn't care why
Charities are not a place the public will have their lives spent
When slow comfortable deaths are more convenient
One Weak Race
Every man is just a man
Doesn't matter whether native or foreign
We are all doom to sin
Over and over again
There is a drunk in every town
And each country has a killer wearing a crown
There is no use in dividing us by the features of our face
Every nationality has a national disgrace
So don't hate a man for the color of his skin
For there's a weaker man wearing the same shade you're in
And if you track back into your family's history
You'll find the reason for this similarity
Living in a land of rapists and racists
How can people wonder why I am an escapist
People always thinking I'm rude because I can't relate
In a world so tolerate of indifference and hate
How can so many black men be found guilty on the defense
When so many free whites started the offense
If a black man kills he makes his people a disgrace
But if a white man kills he's Jewish, queer or somehow disowned from his race
How can color say who is right
Ain't there different shades of white
Dave Berkowitz and Timothy McVeigh were just as light
Does their race make them more or less trustable at night
How can any race be pure with pedophiles and serial killers in their gene pool
How can the ignorant call another man a fool
At least the whites can afford a good school
But that doesn't matter as long as a black doesn't rule
The Activist
Traveling person to person
Trying to get a good deed done
Helping others to find time and invest
In a socially active interest
I passionately pursued people to get fliers sent
But the more I tried the more I found others indifferent
Weak and rejected I had nearly quit
Shut down the charity before I even started it
I continued to preach to each passerby
Asking about the destruction of the Earth but they couldn't care why
Charities are not a place the public will have their lives spent
When slow comfortable deaths are more convenient
One Weak Race
Every man is just a man
Doesn't matter whether native or foreign
We are all doom to sin
Over and over again
There is a drunk in every town
And each country has a killer wearing a crown
There is no use in dividing us by the features of our face
Every nationality has a national disgrace
So don't hate a man for the color of his skin
For there's a weaker man wearing the same shade you're in
And if you track back into your family's history
You'll find the reason for this similarity
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Poetry Post 95
Free Will & Common Sense
God endowed us with the gift of free will
So that we may do as we will
Common sense rules us still
Don't run into the flames of the fire of the Devil
So if Satan offers you a bet
Taking it will be your surest regret
For once you've seen your match is met
Your soul is his to get
Pay It Forward
You'll never get anything free if no one ever gives free
So it might as well start with you and me
The Golden Rule needs to take action
To live life with satisfaction
My Campaign
I fear nor pledge allegiance to any man
Nothing earthly shall change a single plan
It doesn't matter who's the President
I shall accomplish all that I was meant
I have battles yet to be won
No matter what's in the way I will see my work done
This is not a vain Messiah Complex
My will is too strong to be vexed
I shall continue my campaign of Christian ideals
To teach social liberation and ecological conservation is real
(written in 2004 I was feeling down that the war still going on now wouldn't end)
God endowed us with the gift of free will
So that we may do as we will
Common sense rules us still
Don't run into the flames of the fire of the Devil
So if Satan offers you a bet
Taking it will be your surest regret
For once you've seen your match is met
Your soul is his to get
Pay It Forward
You'll never get anything free if no one ever gives free
So it might as well start with you and me
The Golden Rule needs to take action
To live life with satisfaction
My Campaign
I fear nor pledge allegiance to any man
Nothing earthly shall change a single plan
It doesn't matter who's the President
I shall accomplish all that I was meant
I have battles yet to be won
No matter what's in the way I will see my work done
This is not a vain Messiah Complex
My will is too strong to be vexed
I shall continue my campaign of Christian ideals
To teach social liberation and ecological conservation is real
(written in 2004 I was feeling down that the war still going on now wouldn't end)
Poetry Post 94
Faded Dreams
Faded dreams laying everywhere
Things I wanted to do but couldn't dare
Lost is my will and inspiration
Lying in quiet desperation
The dreams die so slowly
It goes unknowingly
It's gone and my life's wasted away
As I reach closer to my final day
Dead Beat Dad
Dear father you've always been a jerk
It's your fault our family never could work
You blamed us for starving but never taught us how to fish
It's like our worst misery is your greatest wish
You live as if you were the definition of Right
But all you ever were was simply uptight
Dad you could never relate
All you ever wanted was to judge and hate
You threw us in the water and watched us drown
Dead beat dads at least don't stay to look down
No Progress (Haiku)
Progress immobile
Chained trapped here feeling hostile
There is no escape
Faded dreams laying everywhere
Things I wanted to do but couldn't dare
Lost is my will and inspiration
Lying in quiet desperation
The dreams die so slowly
It goes unknowingly
It's gone and my life's wasted away
As I reach closer to my final day
Dead Beat Dad
Dear father you've always been a jerk
It's your fault our family never could work
You blamed us for starving but never taught us how to fish
It's like our worst misery is your greatest wish
You live as if you were the definition of Right
But all you ever were was simply uptight
Dad you could never relate
All you ever wanted was to judge and hate
You threw us in the water and watched us drown
Dead beat dads at least don't stay to look down
No Progress (Haiku)
Progress immobile
Chained trapped here feeling hostile
There is no escape
Poetry Post 93
Destined Love
The man and the woman need each other that's how it is designed to be
There's nothing wrong with me needing you or you needing me
Two birds can fly together and still be free
You shouldn't deny the desire of your heart
Your innate needs you showed from the start
Humans were not meant to be set apart
There is no harm in trying to find
Someone with the same frame of mind
So two together will be one of a kind
Nothing about it is demeaning
You're still a valuable human not a worthless thing
It is simply a symbol of love that gives you this ring
Soulmates
Soulmates are man made not God created
By people who feel closer than if they were related
It is a bond of intimate passion
And a bond of intimate compassion
Something of spirituality
Something of sexuality
But most of all something of unity
Something that leads me to understand you and you to understand me
Taken
You took my gold
No thank you told
You, who was enchanted
Took my love for granted
Everything I give you have taken
My love and trust you've forsaken
The man and the woman need each other that's how it is designed to be
There's nothing wrong with me needing you or you needing me
Two birds can fly together and still be free
You shouldn't deny the desire of your heart
Your innate needs you showed from the start
Humans were not meant to be set apart
There is no harm in trying to find
Someone with the same frame of mind
So two together will be one of a kind
Nothing about it is demeaning
You're still a valuable human not a worthless thing
It is simply a symbol of love that gives you this ring
Soulmates
Soulmates are man made not God created
By people who feel closer than if they were related
It is a bond of intimate passion
And a bond of intimate compassion
Something of spirituality
Something of sexuality
But most of all something of unity
Something that leads me to understand you and you to understand me
Taken
You took my gold
No thank you told
You, who was enchanted
Took my love for granted
Everything I give you have taken
My love and trust you've forsaken
Volume 92 of Poetry
Barriers
Everything that defines me
Is all that confines me
My vast CD collection
Is sensory protection
My defenses dull and numb
From Asperger's Syndrome
My only outlet
Comes as a poet
But no one reads the press
Of a Jehovah's Witness
The Storm
Hiding in my basement room
Trying to hide from the thunder and wind
Never seeing the world above
Just keep hiding again and again
Crash, swish, bam, crackle, boom, swoosh
Too dangerous to go up above
So I hide in this hole in the ground
But I come up to a world without love
Years I spent under the ground
Confident in this lonely shell
The storm has now been long over
Now living where the loveless people dwell
Musical Drugs
My hands shake like the beating of my empty heart
Never deciding where to go or where to start
The soundtrack of my heart plays in my mind with the synchronizing of my pulse
Pumping this placebo in my veins finding the hope is false
I just float with the melody
Soothing my tormented mentality
Only to vamp my vital signs on velocity and volume
Distortion of the chords that bind foreshadow my doom
Musical stimulants and depressants playing with my head
What does it matter if I won't get out of bed
Everything that defines me
Is all that confines me
My vast CD collection
Is sensory protection
My defenses dull and numb
From Asperger's Syndrome
My only outlet
Comes as a poet
But no one reads the press
Of a Jehovah's Witness
The Storm
Hiding in my basement room
Trying to hide from the thunder and wind
Never seeing the world above
Just keep hiding again and again
Crash, swish, bam, crackle, boom, swoosh
Too dangerous to go up above
So I hide in this hole in the ground
But I come up to a world without love
Years I spent under the ground
Confident in this lonely shell
The storm has now been long over
Now living where the loveless people dwell
Musical Drugs
My hands shake like the beating of my empty heart
Never deciding where to go or where to start
The soundtrack of my heart plays in my mind with the synchronizing of my pulse
Pumping this placebo in my veins finding the hope is false
I just float with the melody
Soothing my tormented mentality
Only to vamp my vital signs on velocity and volume
Distortion of the chords that bind foreshadow my doom
Musical stimulants and depressants playing with my head
What does it matter if I won't get out of bed
Poetry Post 91
World Sold Out
Commercials have celebrities endorsing stores
Religions have God endorsing wars
Politicians have American endorsing them
Fashion has sex to endorse their ever changing whim
It seems more things sell out
Than they speak out
A generation with so many voices
A generation with so few choices
Fair
The evil powers that be push for warfare
As the crooked and greedy take the needy's welfare
Busy and indifferent parents leave their kids in a day care
This is the society that sets the standard of fair
Opium Of The Masses
Pornography is the new opium of the masses
Appeasing the oppressed classes
No other ideals need be expressed
Masturbation calms the stressed
With the working class self simulating intercourse
The Bourgeois are free to be their worse
Pleasure with no need for purpose or worth
So the powers that be can rule and ruin the Earth
Commercials have celebrities endorsing stores
Religions have God endorsing wars
Politicians have American endorsing them
Fashion has sex to endorse their ever changing whim
It seems more things sell out
Than they speak out
A generation with so many voices
A generation with so few choices
Fair
The evil powers that be push for warfare
As the crooked and greedy take the needy's welfare
Busy and indifferent parents leave their kids in a day care
This is the society that sets the standard of fair
Opium Of The Masses
Pornography is the new opium of the masses
Appeasing the oppressed classes
No other ideals need be expressed
Masturbation calms the stressed
With the working class self simulating intercourse
The Bourgeois are free to be their worse
Pleasure with no need for purpose or worth
So the powers that be can rule and ruin the Earth
Poetry Post 90
Eluding Danger III
Times are getting stranger
Getting harder to elude the danger
Harder to learn how to manage
Harder to deal with the damage
Taking three leaps to stay one step ahead
Taking a rest at a slower pace will lead you dead
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
Rock N Roll Angels
This is for Dylan, Lennon, Waters, and Cobain
To the harp playing angels who identify with my pain
The road I walk in changin' times
You've guided me through with fabled rhymes
Igniting the Revolution of Imagination
I needed no fear of any man's nation
You were there when I came to call
Connected not parted by a common "wall"
And with "tender age in bloom"
You carried the burden of my sorrows and my gloom
Where I Belong
Take me back to where I belong
Where all day long
We sing our silly love song
In a world without war
And crime survives no more
And where love can endure
Times are getting stranger
Getting harder to elude the danger
Harder to learn how to manage
Harder to deal with the damage
Taking three leaps to stay one step ahead
Taking a rest at a slower pace will lead you dead
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
Rock N Roll Angels
This is for Dylan, Lennon, Waters, and Cobain
To the harp playing angels who identify with my pain
The road I walk in changin' times
You've guided me through with fabled rhymes
Igniting the Revolution of Imagination
I needed no fear of any man's nation
You were there when I came to call
Connected not parted by a common "wall"
And with "tender age in bloom"
You carried the burden of my sorrows and my gloom
Where I Belong
Take me back to where I belong
Where all day long
We sing our silly love song
In a world without war
And crime survives no more
And where love can endure
Poetry Post 89 (something to keep me going)
Outdoors
Looking among the vast space
No destruction from the human race
Life is all in peace and harmony
Stay there for all time yet more to see
The fresh breeze is reassuring
The painful world I'm ignoring
All God created is all I need
No more of the world of greed
Everything so fresh and new
Nothing mere chance could do
The flower beds are where I lie
There I live, stay and die
My Backyard
I look across the grass so green
Seeing trees and flowers across the field
All the beauty of God's dear painting brush
Looking at the beauty that doesn't yield
I must thank Jehovah God for this day
I don't want this memory to fade away
When bad times strike again
My backyard will be just like a friend
My Bike Ride II
Going back to the adventurous trail
Getting back on my bike to ride
I am free from my emotional jail
The tears are gone where once I cried
I will go where my bike takes me
I will ride pass my fear and pain
On my bike like a bird I'm free
I'll keep riding to free my brain
Looking among the vast space
No destruction from the human race
Life is all in peace and harmony
Stay there for all time yet more to see
The fresh breeze is reassuring
The painful world I'm ignoring
All God created is all I need
No more of the world of greed
Everything so fresh and new
Nothing mere chance could do
The flower beds are where I lie
There I live, stay and die
My Backyard
I look across the grass so green
Seeing trees and flowers across the field
All the beauty of God's dear painting brush
Looking at the beauty that doesn't yield
I must thank Jehovah God for this day
I don't want this memory to fade away
When bad times strike again
My backyard will be just like a friend
My Bike Ride II
Going back to the adventurous trail
Getting back on my bike to ride
I am free from my emotional jail
The tears are gone where once I cried
I will go where my bike takes me
I will ride pass my fear and pain
On my bike like a bird I'm free
I'll keep riding to free my brain
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Monkees (film)- Scene XIII
(Davy's room Micky follows Davy in)
Davy: Get out
Micky: I think you have something you want to talk about.
Davy: Like what?
Micky: Whatever it is that makes you miss Valleri, if you had a strong liking toward her why did you tell her to leave?
Davy: I don't like her. She represents everything that's holding me back
Micky: Your horniness?
Davy: No what's holding me back in the band. Fame means more to me than being in a band, until my mind woke up. Mike was right companionship and music matters. Sex isn't companionship if it's all about self-gratification....
Micky: (breaking fourth wall) Wow now we are trying to make a PG-13 family film.
Davy: Grow up no one under 30 even remembers us. Anyway if I try to break solo and get one night stands who is going to be there to recollect the good times when we are all 30.
Micky: Peter, Mike and me are all 30, Peter is 33 and Mike is 32 actually.
Davy: Yes I know but that's what I'm talking about, I need to get serious about the band but I also need a serious girlfriend.
Micky: Like a wife?
Davy: Yes, by the way how come you and Carole aren't married?
Micky: Besides the fact I can't afford to take care of her, a fear of becoming like Mike, so swallowed up by ambition he can't enjoy what he's already achieved. Marriage drives him to prove himself and I could never do that. (Song; Someday Man)
Some people always complain that their life is too short so they hurry it
along
Their worries drive them insane but they still go along for the ride
As for me
I have all the time in the world
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
Some folks are working for reasons and waiting for answers they're never
gonna find
They keep on searching for pleasures and looking for what they can't see
But for me
Life can be a sweet holiday
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Davy: Get out
Micky: I think you have something you want to talk about.
Davy: Like what?
Micky: Whatever it is that makes you miss Valleri, if you had a strong liking toward her why did you tell her to leave?
Davy: I don't like her. She represents everything that's holding me back
Micky: Your horniness?
Davy: No what's holding me back in the band. Fame means more to me than being in a band, until my mind woke up. Mike was right companionship and music matters. Sex isn't companionship if it's all about self-gratification....
Micky: (breaking fourth wall) Wow now we are trying to make a PG-13 family film.
Davy: Grow up no one under 30 even remembers us. Anyway if I try to break solo and get one night stands who is going to be there to recollect the good times when we are all 30.
Micky: Peter, Mike and me are all 30, Peter is 33 and Mike is 32 actually.
Davy: Yes I know but that's what I'm talking about, I need to get serious about the band but I also need a serious girlfriend.
Micky: Like a wife?
Davy: Yes, by the way how come you and Carole aren't married?
Micky: Besides the fact I can't afford to take care of her, a fear of becoming like Mike, so swallowed up by ambition he can't enjoy what he's already achieved. Marriage drives him to prove himself and I could never do that. (Song; Someday Man)
Some people always complain that their life is too short so they hurry it
along
Their worries drive them insane but they still go along for the ride
As for me
I have all the time in the world
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
Some folks are working for reasons and waiting for answers they're never
gonna find
They keep on searching for pleasures and looking for what they can't see
But for me
Life can be a sweet holiday
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Poetry Post 88
Bigots II
Peter said "for a certainty God is not partial"
Also His Gospel is not martial
God sees equal as fair
Joint benefactors and heir
Whether man or woman
There is no ban
Whether Jew or Greek
God loves the meek
Whether slave or free
God looks at you with equality
Despite your selfish pride; the Negro, Woman and Jew
Are all equal to you
(for clarification I use the term Negro for rhythmic fitting and use it as a term of righteous pride as Martin Luther King used it not in the aforementioned selfish pride of a racist also I used Biblical passages from Acts 10 and Galatians 3)
Trickle Up Theory
Poor man works for a cheap government job
A fireman, teacher, librarian whatever just another working class slob
Goes in overdrive and over in debt
To let his children have what they want to get
For his daughters Gucci, Starbucks and Versace
Just to keep in fad and be the neighborhood hottie
And when the sons have some money to burn
It's music, movies and porn
The money disappears like evaporation
Rising back to some dog eat dog corporation
That won't buy anything from a local store or diner
They pay a slave owning top of the line fashion designer
And the rich sell more for more and buy more for less
Keeping the poor in distress
Intellectual Wisdom
The status quo
Is the intellect's foe
The more you ask the more you know
Don't let ignorance grow
Rules help us monitor and regulate
But first we must go investigate
See if we're planting seeds of love or of hate
Before it's too late
Caesar's things to Caesar but first God's things to God
Let He who's perfect use the rod
Judge and you shall be judged
Learn to love let go of your grudge
Peter said "for a certainty God is not partial"
Also His Gospel is not martial
God sees equal as fair
Joint benefactors and heir
Whether man or woman
There is no ban
Whether Jew or Greek
God loves the meek
Whether slave or free
God looks at you with equality
Despite your selfish pride; the Negro, Woman and Jew
Are all equal to you
(for clarification I use the term Negro for rhythmic fitting and use it as a term of righteous pride as Martin Luther King used it not in the aforementioned selfish pride of a racist also I used Biblical passages from Acts 10 and Galatians 3)
Trickle Up Theory
Poor man works for a cheap government job
A fireman, teacher, librarian whatever just another working class slob
Goes in overdrive and over in debt
To let his children have what they want to get
For his daughters Gucci, Starbucks and Versace
Just to keep in fad and be the neighborhood hottie
And when the sons have some money to burn
It's music, movies and porn
The money disappears like evaporation
Rising back to some dog eat dog corporation
That won't buy anything from a local store or diner
They pay a slave owning top of the line fashion designer
And the rich sell more for more and buy more for less
Keeping the poor in distress
Intellectual Wisdom
The status quo
Is the intellect's foe
The more you ask the more you know
Don't let ignorance grow
Rules help us monitor and regulate
But first we must go investigate
See if we're planting seeds of love or of hate
Before it's too late
Caesar's things to Caesar but first God's things to God
Let He who's perfect use the rod
Judge and you shall be judged
Learn to love let go of your grudge
Poetry Post 87
My Thoughts
I come with no casual indifference
I come with no political preference
I claim no creed except truth
And facts determined by proof
Each man's right to exist
Is an ideal that must persist
Only He that divinely make thee
Can take thee
It is not for man to choose
Which life to lose
Treat your fellowman as the better man
Help each one as tragedy demands
We are all of the same Divine Origin and Salvation
Our neighbors aren't divided by nation
Come to each one's assistance
Help each one with undying persistence
Preserve the wonders of the Earth
Hold it sacred for all its worth
From its ground do not employ
Machines built that they can destroy
All the Earth of all its existence
Because all we have is this one chance
We are all given a mouth to preach
So shall we may never censor speech
Because of the diverse thoughts of diverse minds
Censorship comes in two kinds
Obsolete
Or complete
Seeing Hearts
When I look into your timid tender eyes
I see no need for a disguise
One vulnerable but welcoming grin
And I know I've been let in
The sincere interest I see in your face
And the loving attention of your embrace
Let me know I'm not mislead
With love the message is sent and read
Guilt Chains
I have no inhibition
I've lost my fiery ambition
I can't live on a good intention
Immobile but on a mission
If you can't walk what good is the vision
I'm a failure of a good decision
Now that the spirit is dead in me
I'm sponging off another's hospitality
And the guilt chains are the hardest to break free
I come with no casual indifference
I come with no political preference
I claim no creed except truth
And facts determined by proof
Each man's right to exist
Is an ideal that must persist
Only He that divinely make thee
Can take thee
It is not for man to choose
Which life to lose
Treat your fellowman as the better man
Help each one as tragedy demands
We are all of the same Divine Origin and Salvation
Our neighbors aren't divided by nation
Come to each one's assistance
Help each one with undying persistence
Preserve the wonders of the Earth
Hold it sacred for all its worth
From its ground do not employ
Machines built that they can destroy
All the Earth of all its existence
Because all we have is this one chance
We are all given a mouth to preach
So shall we may never censor speech
Because of the diverse thoughts of diverse minds
Censorship comes in two kinds
Obsolete
Or complete
Seeing Hearts
When I look into your timid tender eyes
I see no need for a disguise
One vulnerable but welcoming grin
And I know I've been let in
The sincere interest I see in your face
And the loving attention of your embrace
Let me know I'm not mislead
With love the message is sent and read
Guilt Chains
I have no inhibition
I've lost my fiery ambition
I can't live on a good intention
Immobile but on a mission
If you can't walk what good is the vision
I'm a failure of a good decision
Now that the spirit is dead in me
I'm sponging off another's hospitality
And the guilt chains are the hardest to break free
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Poetry Post 86
Mutual Lovers
I want a woman with marriage on her mind
But in this day and age it's getting hard to find
People just want to move ahead and leave their lovers behind
But solitude and independence wasn't meant for mankind
All our lives we find no man is an island
So mother to wife, father to husband
We all need someone to hold hand in hand
It's our mutual pleasure and our mutual command
Pollution Of Sin
Adam and Eve stole from Mother Earth
And didn't value what its worth
It seems like a high price took affect
From a little cause and effect
But there's no escaping our dire plight
If we can't turn wrong back into right
But we can't change time and space
Marking certain doom for our race
So our sins just accumulate
Faster than the pollution can disseminate
We need a new Force, a new Energy
With ever increasing urgency
Poverty Struck
Billions are poverty struck
Left out of luck
Cause the rich won't give a buck
So those billions are poverty stuck
I want a woman with marriage on her mind
But in this day and age it's getting hard to find
People just want to move ahead and leave their lovers behind
But solitude and independence wasn't meant for mankind
All our lives we find no man is an island
So mother to wife, father to husband
We all need someone to hold hand in hand
It's our mutual pleasure and our mutual command
Pollution Of Sin
Adam and Eve stole from Mother Earth
And didn't value what its worth
It seems like a high price took affect
From a little cause and effect
But there's no escaping our dire plight
If we can't turn wrong back into right
But we can't change time and space
Marking certain doom for our race
So our sins just accumulate
Faster than the pollution can disseminate
We need a new Force, a new Energy
With ever increasing urgency
Poverty Struck
Billions are poverty struck
Left out of luck
Cause the rich won't give a buck
So those billions are poverty stuck
Poetry Post 85
Disappointing Father
You look at me finding disappointment in what you see
I look at you but am blinded by the hypocrisy
A true father looks at his offspring as a treasure
Not something to be put against a measure
Not something graded
Then degraded
You are distant to the emotions you once have shown
You felt like me before you were grown
You thought your father had no affection
Always looking for defection
Now you're cold and hard like an island
Complaining about the seas but the shore is at your brutal command
You have the power you despised your father for
But controlling me you're always wishing for more
In your loving friendship I saw you as kindly and wise
But now as my father I'm trying to hold back my despise
The Path I've Taken
I stand alone at a dead end
The path I took I cannot amend
Either way the path I took I wouldn't forsaken
For the path I took was worth the taking
But no matter how fine a road you pick there will always be fears
There will be prices to pay in tears
But perseverance in righteousness and meekness shall secure
Your ability to endure
Failure
I have lost my nerve
Passing life's tests on a curve
I am not any better than I was before
There is no use in trying anymore
I am a failure and a fake
The only good I do is for my own sake
I have dozens of problems I can do nothing about
I can't ask for help when I don't give any out
You look at me finding disappointment in what you see
I look at you but am blinded by the hypocrisy
A true father looks at his offspring as a treasure
Not something to be put against a measure
Not something graded
Then degraded
You are distant to the emotions you once have shown
You felt like me before you were grown
You thought your father had no affection
Always looking for defection
Now you're cold and hard like an island
Complaining about the seas but the shore is at your brutal command
You have the power you despised your father for
But controlling me you're always wishing for more
In your loving friendship I saw you as kindly and wise
But now as my father I'm trying to hold back my despise
The Path I've Taken
I stand alone at a dead end
The path I took I cannot amend
Either way the path I took I wouldn't forsaken
For the path I took was worth the taking
But no matter how fine a road you pick there will always be fears
There will be prices to pay in tears
But perseverance in righteousness and meekness shall secure
Your ability to endure
Failure
I have lost my nerve
Passing life's tests on a curve
I am not any better than I was before
There is no use in trying anymore
I am a failure and a fake
The only good I do is for my own sake
I have dozens of problems I can do nothing about
I can't ask for help when I don't give any out
Poetry Post 84
Trapped Childhood IV
Sitting alone amongst an immense crowd
No one will listen though I scream so loud
I'm still stuck in my trapped childhood
I can't leave it for something good
I am stuck this way until I am finally grown
Then I'll find my mate and I won't be sad and alone
But for now I'm still stuck in isolation
And still no friend in all creation
I am stuck with all my depression
To wander in my isolation
To walk and think only about the sadness
But I still hope this will become gladness
Trapped Forever II
I've tried to break out of my misery
With every ounce of my courage I tried to break free
But I cannot escape my depression
Or am able to leave my isolation
I live alone inside my one man room
Surrounded by my own inner gloom
I wonder how I will cope
With just a thread left of hope
Trapped Forever III
As I start to see my end
I see my old friend
His carefree style brings me a sense of relief
He has made joy where once there was grief
It looks like I will always have you
For some one I can always talk to
So feel welcome here my old friend
Just don't leave me again
Sitting alone amongst an immense crowd
No one will listen though I scream so loud
I'm still stuck in my trapped childhood
I can't leave it for something good
I am stuck this way until I am finally grown
Then I'll find my mate and I won't be sad and alone
But for now I'm still stuck in isolation
And still no friend in all creation
I am stuck with all my depression
To wander in my isolation
To walk and think only about the sadness
But I still hope this will become gladness
Trapped Forever II
I've tried to break out of my misery
With every ounce of my courage I tried to break free
But I cannot escape my depression
Or am able to leave my isolation
I live alone inside my one man room
Surrounded by my own inner gloom
I wonder how I will cope
With just a thread left of hope
Trapped Forever III
As I start to see my end
I see my old friend
His carefree style brings me a sense of relief
He has made joy where once there was grief
It looks like I will always have you
For some one I can always talk to
So feel welcome here my old friend
Just don't leave me again
Poetry Post 83
Flower Beds
As I gently lay my head
Upon the flower bed
The world starts to disappear
And God's peace comes near
With the grass' soft feeling
As my pain starts healing
With the flowers cologne
Giving a joy I had never known
And ever so quietly
Comes a robin's symphony
To calm your heart
As the sun paints its art
Without a sense at waste
You can even taste
Any bush's berry
Or any apple from any tree
Homeland Security
Everybody's worried about the sign of the times
But looking out my window I don't have to worry about the crimes
Life is never quites as hard
When your life is in your backyard
It's easy to feel safe
When you're keeping the faith
When you are where you can be free
You feel an abundance of security
My Bike Ride
Riding along this bike trail
Going past the beauty without cease
The fresh oxygen is all I smell
Riding my bike along with peace
My bike ride goes along the track
This is my best time ever
Now I must go back
Now back home to stay forever
As I gently lay my head
Upon the flower bed
The world starts to disappear
And God's peace comes near
With the grass' soft feeling
As my pain starts healing
With the flowers cologne
Giving a joy I had never known
And ever so quietly
Comes a robin's symphony
To calm your heart
As the sun paints its art
Without a sense at waste
You can even taste
Any bush's berry
Or any apple from any tree
Homeland Security
Everybody's worried about the sign of the times
But looking out my window I don't have to worry about the crimes
Life is never quites as hard
When your life is in your backyard
It's easy to feel safe
When you're keeping the faith
When you are where you can be free
You feel an abundance of security
My Bike Ride
Riding along this bike trail
Going past the beauty without cease
The fresh oxygen is all I smell
Riding my bike along with peace
My bike ride goes along the track
This is my best time ever
Now I must go back
Now back home to stay forever
Poetry Post 82
Ode To My Love II
Once again I do see
The girl with all beauty
Nothing more I wish to be
Than her to be with me
Sweet, loving, pretty and kind
This makes me wish she was mine
Now I find she does love me
And forever it will be
To Brittany Gray X
I didn't realize how much I seemed to miss you till you came back
Your familiarity and friendship was what I had lacked
It's strange despite all the time we'd been apart
Your love for me did not decay in your heart
You still embraced me like it was a family reunion
And your face emitted enthusiasm through your widen grin
Compassion and intimacy illuminated from behind your eyes
Our mutual happiness reciprocated at our chance meeting our happy surprise
Ebony III
I'm not hurt when I'm not with you
But when I'm with you I fear everything I do
I fear we're not as compatible as I imagine
I fear your kindness may not be genuine
Even if you were kind with truest compassions
What if we don't have the same goals and passions
How could we share a family
If our priorities aren't in unity
It's not that our love for each other doesn't mean a lot
We just have to know the value of everything we got
Once again I do see
The girl with all beauty
Nothing more I wish to be
Than her to be with me
Sweet, loving, pretty and kind
This makes me wish she was mine
Now I find she does love me
And forever it will be
To Brittany Gray X
I didn't realize how much I seemed to miss you till you came back
Your familiarity and friendship was what I had lacked
It's strange despite all the time we'd been apart
Your love for me did not decay in your heart
You still embraced me like it was a family reunion
And your face emitted enthusiasm through your widen grin
Compassion and intimacy illuminated from behind your eyes
Our mutual happiness reciprocated at our chance meeting our happy surprise
Ebony III
I'm not hurt when I'm not with you
But when I'm with you I fear everything I do
I fear we're not as compatible as I imagine
I fear your kindness may not be genuine
Even if you were kind with truest compassions
What if we don't have the same goals and passions
How could we share a family
If our priorities aren't in unity
It's not that our love for each other doesn't mean a lot
We just have to know the value of everything we got
Monday, February 23, 2009
Poetry Post 81
Laying Under The Blue Sky
Laying under the blue sky
While everyone else is wondering why
I choose to lie watching the clouds roll by
And while the world stumbles in confusion
I am under a beautiful illusion
And I find the real solution
God's Creation
I traveled through the art of God we call science
I've journeyed through the levels of subconscious
And saw its frail condition
But still in its position
How wisely He made the balance of nature
How wisely He made the Earth secure
His Creation has millenniums endure
And of His Creation we will only see more
For He shall save the meek
Give them the Paradise they seek
And shall save His Beauty
And restore Earth's purity
Sunny Day (Haiku)
Resting my body
Upon the soft tender grass
On this sunny day
Laying under the blue sky
While everyone else is wondering why
I choose to lie watching the clouds roll by
And while the world stumbles in confusion
I am under a beautiful illusion
And I find the real solution
God's Creation
I traveled through the art of God we call science
I've journeyed through the levels of subconscious
And saw its frail condition
But still in its position
How wisely He made the balance of nature
How wisely He made the Earth secure
His Creation has millenniums endure
And of His Creation we will only see more
For He shall save the meek
Give them the Paradise they seek
And shall save His Beauty
And restore Earth's purity
Sunny Day (Haiku)
Resting my body
Upon the soft tender grass
On this sunny day
Poetry Post 80
My Dream
My dream of love is as persistent as a drumbeat
A mind consuming puzzle that's never complete
It tears and devours me like the beast of the wilderness
Driven to pursue it but left in loneliness
It is my never-ending search of Eldorado
A haunting shadow that follows me wherever I go
But when the dream is real to me
A world of paradise I begin to see
My dream is a warm, secure blanket
A reality that hasn't come yet
But even if it takes all my life
I shall find that loving, caring wife
Ode To My Love
Looking outside what do I see
There is a girl I do see
Flowing hair, loving heart, athletic body
Beyond compare of any other beauty
I see her, wishing she would choose me
But she with her inner and outer beauty
Can find someone much better
Someone who'll take care of her
So this is my written confession
Although my love will never lessen
I must hide in isolation
Since no one is worthy of her in all creation
Ashleigh Reynolds
Ashleigh is the name of my fiery passion
My woman of intimate compassion
My truest friend by daylight
My lover during the night
I love you more than vain treasure
You are my soul's sole pleasure
True happiness is simply to please you
It is all my heart longs to do
My dream of love is as persistent as a drumbeat
A mind consuming puzzle that's never complete
It tears and devours me like the beast of the wilderness
Driven to pursue it but left in loneliness
It is my never-ending search of Eldorado
A haunting shadow that follows me wherever I go
But when the dream is real to me
A world of paradise I begin to see
My dream is a warm, secure blanket
A reality that hasn't come yet
But even if it takes all my life
I shall find that loving, caring wife
Ode To My Love
Looking outside what do I see
There is a girl I do see
Flowing hair, loving heart, athletic body
Beyond compare of any other beauty
I see her, wishing she would choose me
But she with her inner and outer beauty
Can find someone much better
Someone who'll take care of her
So this is my written confession
Although my love will never lessen
I must hide in isolation
Since no one is worthy of her in all creation
Ashleigh Reynolds
Ashleigh is the name of my fiery passion
My woman of intimate compassion
My truest friend by daylight
My lover during the night
I love you more than vain treasure
You are my soul's sole pleasure
True happiness is simply to please you
It is all my heart longs to do
Friday, February 20, 2009
The Monkees (Film) - Scene XII
(Back at the Monkees' home with Mary already there, Mike, Davy, Valleri, Micky, Carole just arriving)
Mary: Where were you guys?
Mike: Rehearsing at the bar.
Mary: Where's Peter? (group dumbfounded)
Valleri: Who cares? It's not like your band needs a keyboard player.
Carole: Oh so you noticed there is a band?
Davy: It's okay Carole (to Valleri) you better leave.
Valleri: After all I've done for you?
Micky: It was nothing a million other groupies haven't done
Valleri: Screw you all.
Micky: When?
Mike: Where?
Davy: How?
Peter: (walking in with Shannon) and how often?
Valleri: (to Shannon) Don't waste your time sleeping with him it won't get you to Davy.
Shannon: Who's Davy?
Davy: Me.
Shannon: Oh the bass player, you know you weren't that good.
Valleri: Yes he was.
Shannon: Isn't he kind of short for you?
Valleri: Not really.
Shannon: Seems like you'd have to bend at the knees to kiss him.
Valleri: (giggles) Yes as a matter of fact I do (leaves)
Shannon: What was that about?
Carole: Nothing
Mary: Anyway what's with the whole band getting back together?
Mike: Oh you act like this was the first time we ever broke up.
Davy: Hey do you think I should try to patch things up with Valleri?
Mike: What brought that up?
Micky: (ironic) It must have been eight hours since he last got any, Carole, Mary and...
Shannon: Shannon
Micky: (mock urgency) Okay Carole, Mary and Shannon please do not make eye contact with Davy, to him that's a sign of foreplay.
Mike: (sarcastically) If it's really been eight hours maybe we should watch out.
Davy: Very funny (song:Tear Drop City)
About as low as I felt in a long time
And I know that I did a wrong at the wrong time
It's plain to see, she's down on me
And I know she'll feel that way for a long time
I was high on top but I didn't know it
Tell me, why did I have to go and blow it?
I used my lines too many times
And now I've got a badly hurt heart to show it
Took me too long to discover
How much I really love her
How'd I ever end up in this bind?
What a drag
There she goes looking for pretty clover
No one knows what it's like until it over
Without a doubt, I just found out
And I suppose I never did get to know her
Tear drop city, Tear drop city
Took me to long to discover
How much I really love her
How'd I ever end up in this bind
What a drag
About as low as I felt in a long time...
Micky: Wow you must really miss her?
Davy: Yes
Peter: But why her you've had many girls why does she seem so important?
Davy: Just because
Mike: Hey wait a minute wait just one minute you did tell her to leave after she bashed Peter.
Peter: You did? Really?
Davy: I don't want to talk about it, I told you, I need you guys I meant that so I stick up for you (leaves)
Mary: Where were you guys?
Mike: Rehearsing at the bar.
Mary: Where's Peter? (group dumbfounded)
Valleri: Who cares? It's not like your band needs a keyboard player.
Carole: Oh so you noticed there is a band?
Davy: It's okay Carole (to Valleri) you better leave.
Valleri: After all I've done for you?
Micky: It was nothing a million other groupies haven't done
Valleri: Screw you all.
Micky: When?
Mike: Where?
Davy: How?
Peter: (walking in with Shannon) and how often?
Valleri: (to Shannon) Don't waste your time sleeping with him it won't get you to Davy.
Shannon: Who's Davy?
Davy: Me.
Shannon: Oh the bass player, you know you weren't that good.
Valleri: Yes he was.
Shannon: Isn't he kind of short for you?
Valleri: Not really.
Shannon: Seems like you'd have to bend at the knees to kiss him.
Valleri: (giggles) Yes as a matter of fact I do (leaves)
Shannon: What was that about?
Carole: Nothing
Mary: Anyway what's with the whole band getting back together?
Mike: Oh you act like this was the first time we ever broke up.
Davy: Hey do you think I should try to patch things up with Valleri?
Mike: What brought that up?
Micky: (ironic) It must have been eight hours since he last got any, Carole, Mary and...
Shannon: Shannon
Micky: (mock urgency) Okay Carole, Mary and Shannon please do not make eye contact with Davy, to him that's a sign of foreplay.
Mike: (sarcastically) If it's really been eight hours maybe we should watch out.
Davy: Very funny (song:Tear Drop City)
About as low as I felt in a long time
And I know that I did a wrong at the wrong time
It's plain to see, she's down on me
And I know she'll feel that way for a long time
I was high on top but I didn't know it
Tell me, why did I have to go and blow it?
I used my lines too many times
And now I've got a badly hurt heart to show it
Took me too long to discover
How much I really love her
How'd I ever end up in this bind?
What a drag
There she goes looking for pretty clover
No one knows what it's like until it over
Without a doubt, I just found out
And I suppose I never did get to know her
Tear drop city, Tear drop city
Took me to long to discover
How much I really love her
How'd I ever end up in this bind
What a drag
About as low as I felt in a long time...
Micky: Wow you must really miss her?
Davy: Yes
Peter: But why her you've had many girls why does she seem so important?
Davy: Just because
Mike: Hey wait a minute wait just one minute you did tell her to leave after she bashed Peter.
Peter: You did? Really?
Davy: I don't want to talk about it, I told you, I need you guys I meant that so I stick up for you (leaves)
Poetry Post 79
Age
When I was young of mind and body I had the spirit
To dream and achieve to go out and get it
I could make the grade earn my merit
Climb the cliffs of the unconquered learn to bare it
But my body and mind are battered and worn
And my dreams shattered and torn
Falling short of the medal feeling the scorn
I just don't think I should've been born
Trapped Childhood III
Still trapped in this childhood
Nothing on Earth wholesome or good
My childhood trapped in a shell
Should I stay or go where the people dwell
Stuck with this hard decision
To the sinners or my own prison
To the world of sin or loneliness
Which way leads to happiness
Christian Nation
We kick the widow out of welfare
And put the fatherless child in the electric chair
Hypocrites run the country
While haters run rapid and free
And this abomination
Is what we call a Christian Nation
When I was young of mind and body I had the spirit
To dream and achieve to go out and get it
I could make the grade earn my merit
Climb the cliffs of the unconquered learn to bare it
But my body and mind are battered and worn
And my dreams shattered and torn
Falling short of the medal feeling the scorn
I just don't think I should've been born
Trapped Childhood III
Still trapped in this childhood
Nothing on Earth wholesome or good
My childhood trapped in a shell
Should I stay or go where the people dwell
Stuck with this hard decision
To the sinners or my own prison
To the world of sin or loneliness
Which way leads to happiness
Christian Nation
We kick the widow out of welfare
And put the fatherless child in the electric chair
Hypocrites run the country
While haters run rapid and free
And this abomination
Is what we call a Christian Nation
Poetry Post 78
Bigots
Deviant spawn of Satan
Conspiring, soul taking
Oppressor and hater of your brother
Systematically killing one after another
Hatred preached as love is shun
Authority ruled by a gun
Embodier of what no man should tolerate
Embodier of hypocrisy and hate
God will only show you reproof
Oppressor of love and truth
Cats
There's no finer fonder friend than feline
Feminine and childlike combine
No other companion can question their sincerity
Moods might vary but their love is always a certainty
Sophisticated and aloof, an affectionate goof
Cats give laughter and love their proof
When loyalty comes without obligation
It's that feline affection
Layers Of Good & Evil
Altruism beneath arrogance or hedonism before humanity
Trying to find my core beneath the layers inside of me
Am I righteous tainted by sin or just a sinner in denial
You can only see the surface from a profile
Only from observation does one claim a fact
Anything beyond perception can never be exact
So we judge each other by external acts of virtue and sin
Because we cannot take a look at the motives within
Deviant spawn of Satan
Conspiring, soul taking
Oppressor and hater of your brother
Systematically killing one after another
Hatred preached as love is shun
Authority ruled by a gun
Embodier of what no man should tolerate
Embodier of hypocrisy and hate
God will only show you reproof
Oppressor of love and truth
Cats
There's no finer fonder friend than feline
Feminine and childlike combine
No other companion can question their sincerity
Moods might vary but their love is always a certainty
Sophisticated and aloof, an affectionate goof
Cats give laughter and love their proof
When loyalty comes without obligation
It's that feline affection
Layers Of Good & Evil
Altruism beneath arrogance or hedonism before humanity
Trying to find my core beneath the layers inside of me
Am I righteous tainted by sin or just a sinner in denial
You can only see the surface from a profile
Only from observation does one claim a fact
Anything beyond perception can never be exact
So we judge each other by external acts of virtue and sin
Because we cannot take a look at the motives within
Poetry Post 77
Religious Pacifists
Jehovah remember Martin Luther King
For with faith in you he believed freedom would ring
Jehovah remember Mahatma Gandhi
For with Christ like peace he caused a change to be
Jehovah remember Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein
For they kept faith and science soundly intertwine
Jehovah remember Mother Teresa and Albert Schweitzer
For in a time of greed they remembered what Christian love is for
Jehovah remember Henry David Thoreau
And all who struggled to be on the path you show
Phonies
What can I say what can I do
To make my feelings connect to you
We have no intimacy
You can't even feel me
My pains and pleasures you know of
But you only know it not feel, there is no love
Between us are only knowledge and a void
A quaint acquaintance I would like to avoid
We take and we give
Without any real motive
We know our value but have no appreciation
Our love feels like mere obligation
And since we don't really care
I don't think I need to be there
High
When I get so low I look for a high
But I have to watch so that I don't fall and die
I want to go touch the cloudless sky
But I know I'm left high and dry
Jehovah remember Martin Luther King
For with faith in you he believed freedom would ring
Jehovah remember Mahatma Gandhi
For with Christ like peace he caused a change to be
Jehovah remember Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein
For they kept faith and science soundly intertwine
Jehovah remember Mother Teresa and Albert Schweitzer
For in a time of greed they remembered what Christian love is for
Jehovah remember Henry David Thoreau
And all who struggled to be on the path you show
Phonies
What can I say what can I do
To make my feelings connect to you
We have no intimacy
You can't even feel me
My pains and pleasures you know of
But you only know it not feel, there is no love
Between us are only knowledge and a void
A quaint acquaintance I would like to avoid
We take and we give
Without any real motive
We know our value but have no appreciation
Our love feels like mere obligation
And since we don't really care
I don't think I need to be there
High
When I get so low I look for a high
But I have to watch so that I don't fall and die
I want to go touch the cloudless sky
But I know I'm left high and dry
Thursday, February 19, 2009
No Offense Taken "Cracking Down On The KKK"
(two experiences lead me to write this skit the first happened at school. This bully I knew was a well known racist at school truly self-described racist and I heard him talking about a sexual desire he had for some black celebrity I can't remember but feel free to assume it could have Halle Berry and I asked him if he was a racist who had told me a few days earlier interracial marriage is "morally wrong" then how could he justify liking black women and he told me that he simply wanted to have sex with her not marry her and the second experience was I asked this white ex-friend of mine if she thought racism would ever end and she said no because "black people would never let it go" and I asked her how could she be such a racist and she said the only reason I wasn't racist was because I found black women sexually attractive or otherwise I would speak like her apparently)
(backstage of a fashion show with two major fashion designers)
Mr. Falentino: Mr. Cunilini who do we have headlining our urban clothing line?
Mr. Cunilini: Well I'm glad to say we got Latisha Krenshaw showcasing our blue jeans and t-shirt products and we have Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger wearing our dreaded rainbow colored business suit and polka dot vinyl pants
Mr. Falentino: Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger, isn't she that temperamental chain smoking drama queen that looks like a transvestite hooker from Auschwitz? Why do we want her modeling our clothes? And why in God's name do we have rainbow business suits with vinyl polka dot pants in our product line?
Mr. Cunilini: (exasperated) Let me tell you one last time Mr. Falentino. We are fashion designers, the most left wing branch of the liberal media, so our job is to change the standard of beauty from the fascist white debutaunt look to a more racially broad scope. We started with tans and fuller lips, then moved on to Latinos and Asians, then to light brown African women with straight hair and to the big booty full body Nubian princesses and all the while we try to make blondes look more stupid, plastic, and anatomically improbable and therefore less desirable thus Marilyn Monroe, Farrah Fawcett, Pamela Anderson, Britney Spears...
Mr. Falentino: But what's the purpose of this?
Mr. Cunilini: Well the more white people find African-American women beautiful and the less attracted they become to European-American women the less recruits enter white terrorist organizations
(Meanwhile at a Klan barbecue with only two Klansmen)
KKKMan1: (mock disgust at a lingerie catalog) Aaugh look at all these disgusting black women in this magazine.
KKKMan2: I know, where are all the white women at? If I wanted big asses I'd screw my donkey.
KKKMan1: You do screw your donkey
KKKMan2: You're right I do screw that donkey I guess black women can't be so bad
(Disclaimer: This was just a skit, the part of the Klansmen was to represent a stereotypical hypocrisy in the beauty standard {ie men who are racist typically commit beastiality} and I don't mean to imply any objectification of women based on either race or looks other than having a broader view of superficial beauty and not taking it so seriously that you only want or only want to be anorexic pale white divas)
(backstage of a fashion show with two major fashion designers)
Mr. Falentino: Mr. Cunilini who do we have headlining our urban clothing line?
Mr. Cunilini: Well I'm glad to say we got Latisha Krenshaw showcasing our blue jeans and t-shirt products and we have Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger wearing our dreaded rainbow colored business suit and polka dot vinyl pants
Mr. Falentino: Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger, isn't she that temperamental chain smoking drama queen that looks like a transvestite hooker from Auschwitz? Why do we want her modeling our clothes? And why in God's name do we have rainbow business suits with vinyl polka dot pants in our product line?
Mr. Cunilini: (exasperated) Let me tell you one last time Mr. Falentino. We are fashion designers, the most left wing branch of the liberal media, so our job is to change the standard of beauty from the fascist white debutaunt look to a more racially broad scope. We started with tans and fuller lips, then moved on to Latinos and Asians, then to light brown African women with straight hair and to the big booty full body Nubian princesses and all the while we try to make blondes look more stupid, plastic, and anatomically improbable and therefore less desirable thus Marilyn Monroe, Farrah Fawcett, Pamela Anderson, Britney Spears...
Mr. Falentino: But what's the purpose of this?
Mr. Cunilini: Well the more white people find African-American women beautiful and the less attracted they become to European-American women the less recruits enter white terrorist organizations
(Meanwhile at a Klan barbecue with only two Klansmen)
KKKMan1: (mock disgust at a lingerie catalog) Aaugh look at all these disgusting black women in this magazine.
KKKMan2: I know, where are all the white women at? If I wanted big asses I'd screw my donkey.
KKKMan1: You do screw your donkey
KKKMan2: You're right I do screw that donkey I guess black women can't be so bad
(Disclaimer: This was just a skit, the part of the Klansmen was to represent a stereotypical hypocrisy in the beauty standard {ie men who are racist typically commit beastiality} and I don't mean to imply any objectification of women based on either race or looks other than having a broader view of superficial beauty and not taking it so seriously that you only want or only want to be anorexic pale white divas)
Poetry Post 76
Field Of Grass
Running through the field so green
Taking in the air so clean
Living in this place of peace wandering free
Living forever in Earth's harmony
As I lie down under a shady tree
Living on what God gave me
Spending my day down by the creek
Letting all my pain grow weak
I am on a high of fresh air
I can do whatever I dare
There's no cloud to ruin the fun
Just the warm thrill of the sun
Climbing on every rock and tree
Letting myself be me
Swimming across the river so deep
Climbing all the hills so high and steep
I've forgotten all about my blues
I've forgotten all my bad news
With what God gave me I feel refreshed and anew
I am free to do what I want to do
To enjoy what Mother Nature has to provide
Here away from society I will hide
Peace and calmness comes upon me
I am finally out and free
Waiting For God's Day
So many Christians waiting for Armageddon
Lagging, waiting, whining, toiling on
They focus on the destination not the path
So ungratefully they grow in wrath
Everyone wanting to see the Kingdom today
Not recognizing the present is more than a gateway
There is a reason God alone knows the hour
So He can see what we'll do with our mortal power
Illusive Love
Every day in the morning I say "I love you" but no one receives it
I hear a voice telling me one day there will be, if only I believed it
The only way I can survive the lonely nights in my bed
Is to keep a vision of my illusive love in my head
Running through the field so green
Taking in the air so clean
Living in this place of peace wandering free
Living forever in Earth's harmony
As I lie down under a shady tree
Living on what God gave me
Spending my day down by the creek
Letting all my pain grow weak
I am on a high of fresh air
I can do whatever I dare
There's no cloud to ruin the fun
Just the warm thrill of the sun
Climbing on every rock and tree
Letting myself be me
Swimming across the river so deep
Climbing all the hills so high and steep
I've forgotten all about my blues
I've forgotten all my bad news
With what God gave me I feel refreshed and anew
I am free to do what I want to do
To enjoy what Mother Nature has to provide
Here away from society I will hide
Peace and calmness comes upon me
I am finally out and free
Waiting For God's Day
So many Christians waiting for Armageddon
Lagging, waiting, whining, toiling on
They focus on the destination not the path
So ungratefully they grow in wrath
Everyone wanting to see the Kingdom today
Not recognizing the present is more than a gateway
There is a reason God alone knows the hour
So He can see what we'll do with our mortal power
Illusive Love
Every day in the morning I say "I love you" but no one receives it
I hear a voice telling me one day there will be, if only I believed it
The only way I can survive the lonely nights in my bed
Is to keep a vision of my illusive love in my head
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Poetry Post 75
To Brittany Gray IX
Time fades away but my love for you does not
The memory of our love is all I got
The pages of my poetry is decaying
And no one hears what I'm saying
Nothing of mine is immortal except for the love I'll never forhet
But when I die the world won't care a bit
The love will lay in remission
Just another love locked in a tombstone prison
And all the love will have been in vain
But even now it's no use but a longing pain
Purpose In Life
Jehovah, His People and His Earth
Have been disregarded as having no worth
But our purpose in life
Is to fight against this strife
We are to respect God's Children and His Land
And follow through our lives to live up to God's Command
Bedtime (Haiku)
Laying down my head
Tired and weary once more
From a working day
Time fades away but my love for you does not
The memory of our love is all I got
The pages of my poetry is decaying
And no one hears what I'm saying
Nothing of mine is immortal except for the love I'll never forhet
But when I die the world won't care a bit
The love will lay in remission
Just another love locked in a tombstone prison
And all the love will have been in vain
But even now it's no use but a longing pain
Purpose In Life
Jehovah, His People and His Earth
Have been disregarded as having no worth
But our purpose in life
Is to fight against this strife
We are to respect God's Children and His Land
And follow through our lives to live up to God's Command
Bedtime (Haiku)
Laying down my head
Tired and weary once more
From a working day
Poetry Post 74
Yuppies
The Reagan World got so yuppie we forgot it was 1984
So busy in stocks and creature comfort goals we forgot the war
So much in our inventory we didn't know what we had in store
Materialism covers our self destructive core
Our world becomes less as we demand more
How will our Earth endure
It is ours not our own to care for
Simple Beauties
Every day people tell me the simple beauty of daily life
Will conquer over my interior strife
But I can't believe the world is so magnificent
When the beauties are so insignificant
Until the rose talks of peace
Until the butterfly causes war to cease
Until the stars can cure the ill
And the moon can pay the bill
I'll always have interior strife
Never seeing beauty in life
Kari
Kari you are my kindest and most wonderful friend
And although my love may look like a passing trend
And my emotions are inconstant like the wind
I'll still firmly declare my love for you shall never end
The Reagan World got so yuppie we forgot it was 1984
So busy in stocks and creature comfort goals we forgot the war
So much in our inventory we didn't know what we had in store
Materialism covers our self destructive core
Our world becomes less as we demand more
How will our Earth endure
It is ours not our own to care for
Simple Beauties
Every day people tell me the simple beauty of daily life
Will conquer over my interior strife
But I can't believe the world is so magnificent
When the beauties are so insignificant
Until the rose talks of peace
Until the butterfly causes war to cease
Until the stars can cure the ill
And the moon can pay the bill
I'll always have interior strife
Never seeing beauty in life
Kari
Kari you are my kindest and most wonderful friend
And although my love may look like a passing trend
And my emotions are inconstant like the wind
I'll still firmly declare my love for you shall never end
Poetry Post 73
Jehovah Provides
God not only gives freely but also free
There is no fee for spirituality
God'll forgive far more than He'll blame
God is Jehovah more than a title, a personal name
Jehovah gives to all as He created all
He hears every earnest call
Jehovah is power, justice, wisdom and above all love
He loves with perfection those whom of perfection are short of
Adolescent Sects
What's your disorder we'll find your cult
Nature or nurture either way it's your parents fault
Whatever is your mental shtick
Is whatever your social clique
Then we dissect them by musical preference
Widening the gap of social difference
To the left rap, hip hop, funk
To the right grunge, metal, punk
Then whatever you detest
We might let you protest
Pornography
Dignity can be raped by a dirty photo
Because not of the body but the mentality it'll show
The countless souls stolen by a camera shot
Has left a field of flawed flesh self-destructive dying faster than it can rot
Posers and watchers lost in self shame
Their innocence will never be the same
Wonderful women turned dirty and degraded
Lost souls taken so their pain is evaded
God not only gives freely but also free
There is no fee for spirituality
God'll forgive far more than He'll blame
God is Jehovah more than a title, a personal name
Jehovah gives to all as He created all
He hears every earnest call
Jehovah is power, justice, wisdom and above all love
He loves with perfection those whom of perfection are short of
Adolescent Sects
What's your disorder we'll find your cult
Nature or nurture either way it's your parents fault
Whatever is your mental shtick
Is whatever your social clique
Then we dissect them by musical preference
Widening the gap of social difference
To the left rap, hip hop, funk
To the right grunge, metal, punk
Then whatever you detest
We might let you protest
Pornography
Dignity can be raped by a dirty photo
Because not of the body but the mentality it'll show
The countless souls stolen by a camera shot
Has left a field of flawed flesh self-destructive dying faster than it can rot
Posers and watchers lost in self shame
Their innocence will never be the same
Wonderful women turned dirty and degraded
Lost souls taken so their pain is evaded
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Poetry Post 72
Cindy
Oh Cindy my love why can't you see
That it is only you I adore
Only in you I've seen true beauty
And each day I love you more and more
Oh Cindy the only love of my life
The most beautiful girl of my world Cindy
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And spend forever with just me
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
Oh Cindy I never wondered why I loved you this way
With such a loving heart so big and so true
With your smile as bright as the sun's summer ray
All my life I was just waiting to be with you
All my life I have admired your sense of humor and wit
I've always loved your strong mind and personality
When I first loved you I started a love story and only you can complete it
Together we can make it the most beautiful love story
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
I know I'm not pretty or handsome
I only have a mind and heart set on you
I will never run off to leave you lonesome
I'd never leave you alone to feel blue
Please if you choose to be with me
I will show to you my Cindy
Just how happy we can be
With love as far as the heart can see
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
The Sting Of The WASP II
The WASP lost its priorities
Discriminating women and minorities
Imposing them with insecurities
The Jews welcomed foreigners like Rahab and Ruth
But the Neo-Pharisees seek to conceal this truth
And hide the proof
Jesus preached to every Jew Gentile and Samaritan
Showing his view and value of everyman
But the WASP targets their demograph aims the blame at the victim by way of the Klan
The clergy preach women are inferior to man
But Abigail and Esther established peace in the land
By Grace of God's Hand
There is Greek nor Jew
No difference between me and you
Except for what we choose to do
No race is secondary
No nation shall hold to its military
We all answer to the same judiciary
Ebony II
I never knew a woman so wonderfully kind
Sweet memories of us swim in my mind
I appreciate every moment we get to talk
I love the touch of your hand as we walk
I watched adoringly as you cheered at the game
But dancing together at half time sparked the flame
I met your sisters and your daughter
It would've have been my honor to have been her father
We comfort each other healing over every insecurity
I hope I make you feel as wonderful as you have made me
I never met someone so willing to be my girlfriend
You fight to make sure our friendship doesn't end
I'm in awe by not only the sheer beauty of you
But that you truly appreciate the little things I do
I knew I found the love I always seek
When you embraced me with a kiss on the cheek
Oh Cindy my love why can't you see
That it is only you I adore
Only in you I've seen true beauty
And each day I love you more and more
Oh Cindy the only love of my life
The most beautiful girl of my world Cindy
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And spend forever with just me
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
Oh Cindy I never wondered why I loved you this way
With such a loving heart so big and so true
With your smile as bright as the sun's summer ray
All my life I was just waiting to be with you
All my life I have admired your sense of humor and wit
I've always loved your strong mind and personality
When I first loved you I started a love story and only you can complete it
Together we can make it the most beautiful love story
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
I know I'm not pretty or handsome
I only have a mind and heart set on you
I will never run off to leave you lonesome
I'd never leave you alone to feel blue
Please if you choose to be with me
I will show to you my Cindy
Just how happy we can be
With love as far as the heart can see
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
The Sting Of The WASP II
The WASP lost its priorities
Discriminating women and minorities
Imposing them with insecurities
The Jews welcomed foreigners like Rahab and Ruth
But the Neo-Pharisees seek to conceal this truth
And hide the proof
Jesus preached to every Jew Gentile and Samaritan
Showing his view and value of everyman
But the WASP targets their demograph aims the blame at the victim by way of the Klan
The clergy preach women are inferior to man
But Abigail and Esther established peace in the land
By Grace of God's Hand
There is Greek nor Jew
No difference between me and you
Except for what we choose to do
No race is secondary
No nation shall hold to its military
We all answer to the same judiciary
Ebony II
I never knew a woman so wonderfully kind
Sweet memories of us swim in my mind
I appreciate every moment we get to talk
I love the touch of your hand as we walk
I watched adoringly as you cheered at the game
But dancing together at half time sparked the flame
I met your sisters and your daughter
It would've have been my honor to have been her father
We comfort each other healing over every insecurity
I hope I make you feel as wonderful as you have made me
I never met someone so willing to be my girlfriend
You fight to make sure our friendship doesn't end
I'm in awe by not only the sheer beauty of you
But that you truly appreciate the little things I do
I knew I found the love I always seek
When you embraced me with a kiss on the cheek
Monday, February 16, 2009
Poetry Post 71
Going Home
Going home after a long day's work
My back is aching my mind is sleeping
I'm doom by the student's torment
My solitude in my room I'm keeping
Goodbye good riddance so long
No longer going to take it
Leaving this building of immature kids
On the bus to leave the endless pit
Surreal World Of Pain
Dead branches clinging on naked trees
O'er bloody leaves dead months past blowing in the breeze
Dark land parallel to a cold and evil sky
Makes you wonder when you're going to die
Broad paths leading nowhere
With something bitter left in the air
Just another dead leaf about to fall
You cry but no one replies to the call
Ungiven Needs
I need to be loved
I get shoved
I need hugs
But all I'm offered are drugs
I'm given what I didn't need
I'm given only a napkin as my soul bleeds
Going home after a long day's work
My back is aching my mind is sleeping
I'm doom by the student's torment
My solitude in my room I'm keeping
Goodbye good riddance so long
No longer going to take it
Leaving this building of immature kids
On the bus to leave the endless pit
Surreal World Of Pain
Dead branches clinging on naked trees
O'er bloody leaves dead months past blowing in the breeze
Dark land parallel to a cold and evil sky
Makes you wonder when you're going to die
Broad paths leading nowhere
With something bitter left in the air
Just another dead leaf about to fall
You cry but no one replies to the call
Ungiven Needs
I need to be loved
I get shoved
I need hugs
But all I'm offered are drugs
I'm given what I didn't need
I'm given only a napkin as my soul bleeds
Poetry Post 70
War Sheep
How can a guilty nation be blessed by God
Turning aside from the Shepherd's Rod
To march to war the cursedly trod
Fighting and killing on a foreign battlefield
Presuming and assuming some Holy Shield
Thinking they should start quick when they should have learned to yield
Militant Cults
The NRA militants say their Savior is a gun
It saved their souls and had their wars won
Protecting them from other militant bearing arms
Not realizing it was the guns setting off the alarms
Honey (Haiku)
Hierarchy of needs
Which is essentially you
You're my only need
How can a guilty nation be blessed by God
Turning aside from the Shepherd's Rod
To march to war the cursedly trod
Fighting and killing on a foreign battlefield
Presuming and assuming some Holy Shield
Thinking they should start quick when they should have learned to yield
Militant Cults
The NRA militants say their Savior is a gun
It saved their souls and had their wars won
Protecting them from other militant bearing arms
Not realizing it was the guns setting off the alarms
Honey (Haiku)
Hierarchy of needs
Which is essentially you
You're my only need
The Monkees (Film) - Scene XI
(Micky and Peter picking up women at the bar with Carole)
Bartender: I thought I told you, you can't be here if you can't afford the drinks.
Micky: What if Carole still can?
Bartender: How do you make so much money?
Carole: You already know how.
Micky: You don't do tricks Carole?
Carole: No and I'm offended you'd suggest that, you know a tease makes more money.
Bartender: Now that I know your secret I'll stop wasting my time.
Carole: That's what they all say.
Peter: I just thought of something Micky.
Micky: What?
Peter: I really hope the songwriting competition isn't judged in part by song title because between me, you and Mike our best song titles are "Papa Gene's Blues" "Randy Scouse Git" and "For Pete's Sake"
Micky: Yeah they'll probably toss them away as novelty songs.
Carole: So are you both not going to follow Mike's songwriting pact?
Peter: I don't know
Carole: What if it's just you two keep the pact.
Micky: What about Davy?
Peter: What about him we don't need him.
Carole: So then you need a new guitarist and bass player.
Peter: I can play bass and guitar as well as keyboards.
Micky: Only problem is not at the same time
Peter: Davy knows about as much about bass playing as Sid Vicious and you were stuck playing the drums because Mike, Davy and myself ducked out of that position. You're a guitarist.
Micky: So you want to go solo Peter?
Peter: Would you consider working with Neil and Stephen?
Micky: They work with David and Graham and besides I'm not a folkie. (Davy comes running toward them)
Davy: Guys I got great news we got a gig on a variety show sort of like American Idol only for real bands, Mike is already in on it, I called him already. He told me you guys left the group but for a four year record deal I think you might want to reform.
Micky: Was that what the phone call was about earlier?
Davy: Not at first it wasn't but Valleri informed me about an ex auditioning for the show.
Peter: Valleri Simpson?
Davy: Oh yeah sorry Peter, but considering how she acted I didn't think it would really mean anything to you...but are we still on for the gig we need you buddy.
Peter: Okay.
Davy: Great Mike's coming here with our instruments to practice this new song I wrote.
Bartender: No you're not we don't play live music here.
Davy: The owner of this bar says it does and here's the contract (hands over contract) for us to play.
Bartender: When did you get this agreement?
Davy: Last night the owner said we bring so much business he'd let us play here any night we want for free so long as I perform with the group and I have a song written and ready. (Mike arrives; sets up)
Mike: We're ready. (Micky, Peter, Davy, Mike go to their instruments)
Davy: Hey hay we're the Monkees and tonight we are recording live to audition for the Great American Band so next month we may be coming to your TV so can we get some hometown support (crowd roars) (song: Oh My My)
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
I think of us together
It takes my breath away.
Up to the sky I go flying
"Oh my my" is all I can say.
Break
Oh my my
Oh my my my my
Oh my my my my my my
Oh my oh my (oh my oh my oh my my my my my my)
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my girl you feel so good.
(offstage Peter sits back at the bar)
Shannon: (to Peter) Hey you playing keyboards would you like to have a talk with a fan.
Peter: (without looking) If you're after Mike or Micky they're involved if you want Davy I'll introduce you to his bedroom,
Shannon: What? No! What's your name?
Peter: Peter Tork (turns around; gets nervous) actually my full name is Peter Halsten Thorkelson and I am really sorry about my rudeness I was just screwed over by a couple of ex girlfriends one was trying to get to Davy the other wanted my day job.
Shannon: I'm so sorry things must be getting complicated for you especially in your outlook on romance; I myself am typically a cynical withdrawn person at least most people think I am.
Peter: Why would anyone think you're cynical you're extremely charming.
Shannon: (blushes) Thanks, it's because my parents broke up I don't take relationships seriously not to say I take sex lightly (blushes) but I learn to be self sufficient and being alone I typically don't have to care what people think so I have a lot of quirks. I've probably just ruined my shot with you...
Peter: That's what I thought about myself a moment ago.
Shannon: Thank God you're so patient by now people just give me the funniest looks. This connection we're having is really restoring my faith in companionship.
Peter: Me too (song; I'm A Believer)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Bartender: I thought I told you, you can't be here if you can't afford the drinks.
Micky: What if Carole still can?
Bartender: How do you make so much money?
Carole: You already know how.
Micky: You don't do tricks Carole?
Carole: No and I'm offended you'd suggest that, you know a tease makes more money.
Bartender: Now that I know your secret I'll stop wasting my time.
Carole: That's what they all say.
Peter: I just thought of something Micky.
Micky: What?
Peter: I really hope the songwriting competition isn't judged in part by song title because between me, you and Mike our best song titles are "Papa Gene's Blues" "Randy Scouse Git" and "For Pete's Sake"
Micky: Yeah they'll probably toss them away as novelty songs.
Carole: So are you both not going to follow Mike's songwriting pact?
Peter: I don't know
Carole: What if it's just you two keep the pact.
Micky: What about Davy?
Peter: What about him we don't need him.
Carole: So then you need a new guitarist and bass player.
Peter: I can play bass and guitar as well as keyboards.
Micky: Only problem is not at the same time
Peter: Davy knows about as much about bass playing as Sid Vicious and you were stuck playing the drums because Mike, Davy and myself ducked out of that position. You're a guitarist.
Micky: So you want to go solo Peter?
Peter: Would you consider working with Neil and Stephen?
Micky: They work with David and Graham and besides I'm not a folkie. (Davy comes running toward them)
Davy: Guys I got great news we got a gig on a variety show sort of like American Idol only for real bands, Mike is already in on it, I called him already. He told me you guys left the group but for a four year record deal I think you might want to reform.
Micky: Was that what the phone call was about earlier?
Davy: Not at first it wasn't but Valleri informed me about an ex auditioning for the show.
Peter: Valleri Simpson?
Davy: Oh yeah sorry Peter, but considering how she acted I didn't think it would really mean anything to you...but are we still on for the gig we need you buddy.
Peter: Okay.
Davy: Great Mike's coming here with our instruments to practice this new song I wrote.
Bartender: No you're not we don't play live music here.
Davy: The owner of this bar says it does and here's the contract (hands over contract) for us to play.
Bartender: When did you get this agreement?
Davy: Last night the owner said we bring so much business he'd let us play here any night we want for free so long as I perform with the group and I have a song written and ready. (Mike arrives; sets up)
Mike: We're ready. (Micky, Peter, Davy, Mike go to their instruments)
Davy: Hey hay we're the Monkees and tonight we are recording live to audition for the Great American Band so next month we may be coming to your TV so can we get some hometown support (crowd roars) (song: Oh My My)
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
I think of us together
It takes my breath away.
Up to the sky I go flying
"Oh my my" is all I can say.
Break
Oh my my
Oh my my my my
Oh my my my my my my
Oh my oh my (oh my oh my oh my my my my my my)
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my girl you feel so good.
(offstage Peter sits back at the bar)
Shannon: (to Peter) Hey you playing keyboards would you like to have a talk with a fan.
Peter: (without looking) If you're after Mike or Micky they're involved if you want Davy I'll introduce you to his bedroom,
Shannon: What? No! What's your name?
Peter: Peter Tork (turns around; gets nervous) actually my full name is Peter Halsten Thorkelson and I am really sorry about my rudeness I was just screwed over by a couple of ex girlfriends one was trying to get to Davy the other wanted my day job.
Shannon: I'm so sorry things must be getting complicated for you especially in your outlook on romance; I myself am typically a cynical withdrawn person at least most people think I am.
Peter: Why would anyone think you're cynical you're extremely charming.
Shannon: (blushes) Thanks, it's because my parents broke up I don't take relationships seriously not to say I take sex lightly (blushes) but I learn to be self sufficient and being alone I typically don't have to care what people think so I have a lot of quirks. I've probably just ruined my shot with you...
Peter: That's what I thought about myself a moment ago.
Shannon: Thank God you're so patient by now people just give me the funniest looks. This connection we're having is really restoring my faith in companionship.
Peter: Me too (song; I'm A Believer)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Poetry Post 69
Projection
Narcissism to altruism
People can't make hind nor hair of the prism
When we can't differentiate the frequencies of light
Who of us can say who is truly right
Projecting our own psychosis
When giving our diagnosis
And so we shall never comprehend
Because personal bias will never end
War Hero
There is no war hero
When you're living at ground zero
Sand Castles
The heat of man's oppression scorches the land
But God gushes forth wind cooling off the burning sand
People hiding in their sand castles will fell scared
As the wind blow down their houses they laid bared
The wind will cool off the flares of the heat
The fiery sand won't be searing their feet
Not a speck of sand among the masses of sand
Will remain among the shores of the land
Narcissism to altruism
People can't make hind nor hair of the prism
When we can't differentiate the frequencies of light
Who of us can say who is truly right
Projecting our own psychosis
When giving our diagnosis
And so we shall never comprehend
Because personal bias will never end
War Hero
There is no war hero
When you're living at ground zero
Sand Castles
The heat of man's oppression scorches the land
But God gushes forth wind cooling off the burning sand
People hiding in their sand castles will fell scared
As the wind blow down their houses they laid bared
The wind will cool off the flares of the heat
The fiery sand won't be searing their feet
Not a speck of sand among the masses of sand
Will remain among the shores of the land
Poetry Post 68
Trapped Childhood II
Still stuck in my room of isolation
With no friend in all creation
Left in this cold lonely room
Stuck with my sadness and doom
Once again I go out of my shell
Once more where the people dwell
Again once more people with no repentance of their sin
Back home to stay and never come back again
Prison Safety
Soul secluded
Love alluded
My mind is void
Protected from being paranoid
Never seeking more
Just to be given a chance to endure
I am never touched therefore never harmed
But the burden of being alone makes me alarmed
The price of security
Is to never be free
Never to look out and see
And let others receive me
I let everyone stay the stranger
Just to keep me out of danger
But there is no pain
Like love lived in vain
To desire fruitlessly so much
For the tender love in a lady's touch
Trapped Forever
Left alone looking out my window
Locked up and not free to go
Lying around with nothing to do
And no one around here to talk to
Life is very lonely when you don't have a friend
It has been that way for me from beginning to end
I don't know why I am stuck here
Just living alone with my fear
Still stuck in my room of isolation
With no friend in all creation
Left in this cold lonely room
Stuck with my sadness and doom
Once again I go out of my shell
Once more where the people dwell
Again once more people with no repentance of their sin
Back home to stay and never come back again
Prison Safety
Soul secluded
Love alluded
My mind is void
Protected from being paranoid
Never seeking more
Just to be given a chance to endure
I am never touched therefore never harmed
But the burden of being alone makes me alarmed
The price of security
Is to never be free
Never to look out and see
And let others receive me
I let everyone stay the stranger
Just to keep me out of danger
But there is no pain
Like love lived in vain
To desire fruitlessly so much
For the tender love in a lady's touch
Trapped Forever
Left alone looking out my window
Locked up and not free to go
Lying around with nothing to do
And no one around here to talk to
Life is very lonely when you don't have a friend
It has been that way for me from beginning to end
I don't know why I am stuck here
Just living alone with my fear
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Poetry Post 67
Bloodless Revolution Within
A cynical man says there is no peaceful solution
That there can be no bloodless revolution
But the first victory is always within
The battle against one's self that is first to win
And it usurped power by the power of reason
Never resorting to the brute force of treason
Devil Worship
You say to God but it's to demons you pray
For you take the young and you lead them astray
How could you abuse a God of Truth
By molesting the innocent youth
You teach a god of hellfire and damnation
You teach a god of war, hate and a chosen nation
You condemn everyone but the wife beaters and the child molesters
Because in your war for power they're your trusted investors
Children of God become orphans of faith by cause of your sin
Lost wandering in a world where demons are called respectable men
Untitled
Ambition without self esteem
No goals set to achieve my dream
Holding to faith is vanity when you let go of hope
Without drive an upward climb becomes a downward slope
A cynical man says there is no peaceful solution
That there can be no bloodless revolution
But the first victory is always within
The battle against one's self that is first to win
And it usurped power by the power of reason
Never resorting to the brute force of treason
Devil Worship
You say to God but it's to demons you pray
For you take the young and you lead them astray
How could you abuse a God of Truth
By molesting the innocent youth
You teach a god of hellfire and damnation
You teach a god of war, hate and a chosen nation
You condemn everyone but the wife beaters and the child molesters
Because in your war for power they're your trusted investors
Children of God become orphans of faith by cause of your sin
Lost wandering in a world where demons are called respectable men
Untitled
Ambition without self esteem
No goals set to achieve my dream
Holding to faith is vanity when you let go of hope
Without drive an upward climb becomes a downward slope
Poetry Post 66
The Dawn
I watch the Sun over the horizon
Telling me that Night is gone
I need no longer hide from the unseen
The Dawn has come to intervene
The Light shows it is now my time
My life is entering its prime
Now the battles are mine to be won
It is the time to see my plans get done
Somewhere Else
Please take me far away from here
To some place where my thoughts can clear
Take me out to the spacious sea
Where peace becomes reality
Take me through the lost forest wood
To the most serene neighborhood
Take me somewhere away from the pain in my head
Take me under the covers of your bed
Tommy Cat
Tommy cat you laid so peacefully on my lap
Purring so joyfully as you napped
You chased after fireflies
And your tail wiped the tears from my eyes
You wrapped your head around my side
When I sat alone and cried
You looked up at me with love with paws to my chest
Of all my sorrow yours is the best
I watch the Sun over the horizon
Telling me that Night is gone
I need no longer hide from the unseen
The Dawn has come to intervene
The Light shows it is now my time
My life is entering its prime
Now the battles are mine to be won
It is the time to see my plans get done
Somewhere Else
Please take me far away from here
To some place where my thoughts can clear
Take me out to the spacious sea
Where peace becomes reality
Take me through the lost forest wood
To the most serene neighborhood
Take me somewhere away from the pain in my head
Take me under the covers of your bed
Tommy Cat
Tommy cat you laid so peacefully on my lap
Purring so joyfully as you napped
You chased after fireflies
And your tail wiped the tears from my eyes
You wrapped your head around my side
When I sat alone and cried
You looked up at me with love with paws to my chest
Of all my sorrow yours is the best
Friday, February 13, 2009
Poetry Post 65
Curse Of Capitalism
Ever since capitalism the world has gotten worse
Money may talk but only if the words are curse
For a silver coin or green paper people'll kill without remorse
The giving hearted, understanding, and wise
Are always last to receive the prize
But always the first to get downsized
But the obesely greedy and rich take by telling lies
And are able to take whatever they can see with their eyes
They just keep feeding their greed as their heart dies
But what hope is there for the giving hearted men
The answer is they'll see life again
But cleaner and purer, Paradise that'll never end
Pro-Life
The seed has been planted and the roots were already there
But the tree has no foliage to bare
Since the tree's life was killed at its root
And no one can but wonder what of its once potential fruit
The mother's womb
Has become the child's tomb
Where To Stand
They'll be times when you will not know
Who to lean on or where to go
And times without a helping hand
Without help to let you stand
When you've been beaten to the ground
And though you'll may have gone down in the fight
You can pick yourself up knowing you're right
For the righteous always stand alone
Without the world's favor ever shown
But in the end you're victory bound
Poetry Post (we'll you still need me will you still feed me when I'm) 64
Product Buying & Wife Hunting
I like products from a second hand store
Practical, sturdy, built to endure
A most unique and acquired beauty to behold
Finer products are finest when second sold
Frail franchise fads are far more futile
Delicate, devoid of duty, dainty, dormant, docile
Such words describe merchandise of the modern market
An empty value bought with wasted wages within your wallet
Abused, accused, battered, bruised and used
With character in tact would be the woman I choose
For durability is the accountability of worth
Of those whose qualities are as permanent as the Earth
To Brittany Gray VII
I love you but can not have you
Is there nothing I could do
To gain your precious love and trust
I'll show this is more than lust
But I just don't quite know the way
So we must be apart another lonely day
To Brittany Gray VIII
She is as loving as Aphrodite
Her face as gentles as morning grass
Her eyes blue as the rivers of Eden
Her thoughts as deep as the craters of the moon
I like products from a second hand store
Practical, sturdy, built to endure
A most unique and acquired beauty to behold
Finer products are finest when second sold
Frail franchise fads are far more futile
Delicate, devoid of duty, dainty, dormant, docile
Such words describe merchandise of the modern market
An empty value bought with wasted wages within your wallet
Abused, accused, battered, bruised and used
With character in tact would be the woman I choose
For durability is the accountability of worth
Of those whose qualities are as permanent as the Earth
To Brittany Gray VII
I love you but can not have you
Is there nothing I could do
To gain your precious love and trust
I'll show this is more than lust
But I just don't quite know the way
So we must be apart another lonely day
To Brittany Gray VIII
She is as loving as Aphrodite
Her face as gentles as morning grass
Her eyes blue as the rivers of Eden
Her thoughts as deep as the craters of the moon
Poetry Post 63
God's Garden
What a wonderful mystical escape
Is the many painted landscape
In the far corners of God's Garden
A place to find yourself and God again
Earth's Harmony
Don't hurt anyone
Or anything under the sun
For everything's a vital key
In Earth's Harmony
Eluding Danger II
Never giving up the resistance
Fighting off peril with persistence
Relying on personal strength
To endure danger full length
Sticking to your resolve
You'll get your problems solved
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
What a wonderful mystical escape
Is the many painted landscape
In the far corners of God's Garden
A place to find yourself and God again
Earth's Harmony
Don't hurt anyone
Or anything under the sun
For everything's a vital key
In Earth's Harmony
Eluding Danger II
Never giving up the resistance
Fighting off peril with persistence
Relying on personal strength
To endure danger full length
Sticking to your resolve
You'll get your problems solved
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
Poetry Post 62
The Memorial
Pass the bread pass the wine
In remembrance of a better time
In the Hope to come
The Hope of Jehovah's Kingdom
Christian Leprosy
Christians forgetting to do and wish well
Preaching hatred and fear of a mythical hell
We forget to love as we learn to hate
Showing off piety in a collection plate
As long as we try at all to follow God's Word
Why should any of us be a cast off leper
If Christians want to really cure
They must see what others must endure
You look so well after Christian brothers
But shun the unwed mothers
Each and everyone of us all
Is just another angel bound to fall
But how can one rise up and stand
If no one will reach out and lend a hand
Put your hands out of your pocket
Hold someone else's hand and look out of your socket
The only thing written in God's Plan
Is to love embrace and aid everyman
Homophobia
With AIDS identified we pass judgment on the ill
Not letting them in the army because the immoral shouldn't kill
Syphilis medication can be found in any small town store
But when AIDS was a "gay disease" no one was looking for a cure
And now that the straights get AIDS they kill the faggots manually
Not realizing straights got AIDS straying from monogamy
They're too blind to see the hideous hypocrisy
Of judging homosexuals while permitting misogynist adultery
They allow hetero-hedonism amongst the dorms
But Matthew Shepherd was killed because he lived outside these norms
And no remembers him except spiteful homophobes from Westboro Baptist Church
Who would gladly have him burnt with their Puritan torch
Meanwhile church going women and Midwestern housewives
Have daydreams of soap operas and romance novels dictate their lives
But are so shocked by Ellen's sexuality
They don't notice their ironic mentality
Nor do their husbands sickened by the sodomy
But not their lust, aggression or their gluttony
And not one of them can speak a word against the gays
Unless they change their spiteful hedonistic ways
Pass the bread pass the wine
In remembrance of a better time
In the Hope to come
The Hope of Jehovah's Kingdom
Christian Leprosy
Christians forgetting to do and wish well
Preaching hatred and fear of a mythical hell
We forget to love as we learn to hate
Showing off piety in a collection plate
As long as we try at all to follow God's Word
Why should any of us be a cast off leper
If Christians want to really cure
They must see what others must endure
You look so well after Christian brothers
But shun the unwed mothers
Each and everyone of us all
Is just another angel bound to fall
But how can one rise up and stand
If no one will reach out and lend a hand
Put your hands out of your pocket
Hold someone else's hand and look out of your socket
The only thing written in God's Plan
Is to love embrace and aid everyman
Homophobia
With AIDS identified we pass judgment on the ill
Not letting them in the army because the immoral shouldn't kill
Syphilis medication can be found in any small town store
But when AIDS was a "gay disease" no one was looking for a cure
And now that the straights get AIDS they kill the faggots manually
Not realizing straights got AIDS straying from monogamy
They're too blind to see the hideous hypocrisy
Of judging homosexuals while permitting misogynist adultery
They allow hetero-hedonism amongst the dorms
But Matthew Shepherd was killed because he lived outside these norms
And no remembers him except spiteful homophobes from Westboro Baptist Church
Who would gladly have him burnt with their Puritan torch
Meanwhile church going women and Midwestern housewives
Have daydreams of soap operas and romance novels dictate their lives
But are so shocked by Ellen's sexuality
They don't notice their ironic mentality
Nor do their husbands sickened by the sodomy
But not their lust, aggression or their gluttony
And not one of them can speak a word against the gays
Unless they change their spiteful hedonistic ways
Post 61 of Poetry
Ill (Haiku)
Bedside laying sick
Lonesome ill and tiresome
Waiting for a cure
Danger
We have pedophiles and racists listed on the internet
But as long as they're still free they're still a threat
As long as criminals live among us we aren't safe yet
Fighting fire with fire only leads to harm
There's no use fighting back with firearms
Destructive power is futile when consumed by panic and alarm
Corporations pollute by tons as we recycle in pounds
There is no sanctuary in the skies, seas or underground
Mother Earth and Her Children are dying all around
From greed, to hate to apathy
We can see how society provides poverty
But as long as you're safe you're blind to the urgency
Political Insincerity
How do you wage war then go home to your wife
How can you casually dismiss other forms of life
How can you eat with their blood on your hands
How can you stand by your God as you break his commands
Bedside laying sick
Lonesome ill and tiresome
Waiting for a cure
Danger
We have pedophiles and racists listed on the internet
But as long as they're still free they're still a threat
As long as criminals live among us we aren't safe yet
Fighting fire with fire only leads to harm
There's no use fighting back with firearms
Destructive power is futile when consumed by panic and alarm
Corporations pollute by tons as we recycle in pounds
There is no sanctuary in the skies, seas or underground
Mother Earth and Her Children are dying all around
From greed, to hate to apathy
We can see how society provides poverty
But as long as you're safe you're blind to the urgency
Political Insincerity
How do you wage war then go home to your wife
How can you casually dismiss other forms of life
How can you eat with their blood on your hands
How can you stand by your God as you break his commands
Poetry Post 60
Pigs-Male Teenagers
We know we are so smart
But that says nothing of our heart
We keep dirty just to keep cool
Ridiculed by some ridiculous fool
They say we're ugly and only fit to die
So they lock us in some smelly old sty
So we just soak in the mud wallowing in pity
Knowing we could be pets if only we were pretty
All we have is filth to keep us happy
But we are condemned never to be free
So why look up to the sky beyond our pain
When you know we will drown looking up at the rain
Lonesome Wolf III
Yet he still wanders across woods and plain
How he yearns to be accepted once again
But then he suddenly finds peace in the silence
And no longer is his loneliness so intense
He sits in the silence of the field of peace
His heartache is now beginning to decrease
The moon and star helped the wolf another way
Just Jehovah helps people so much each and everyday
The Aloof Connection
Do you know what it feels like not to be loved
To be and not be part of
To live in a cycle that'll never end
To be an acquaintance not a friend
To see, to feel, to desire, but never achieve
To have knowledge and be too cynical to believe
To barely exist, just inconsequential mass left to be
Then you have a connection with me
We know we are so smart
But that says nothing of our heart
We keep dirty just to keep cool
Ridiculed by some ridiculous fool
They say we're ugly and only fit to die
So they lock us in some smelly old sty
So we just soak in the mud wallowing in pity
Knowing we could be pets if only we were pretty
All we have is filth to keep us happy
But we are condemned never to be free
So why look up to the sky beyond our pain
When you know we will drown looking up at the rain
Lonesome Wolf III
Yet he still wanders across woods and plain
How he yearns to be accepted once again
But then he suddenly finds peace in the silence
And no longer is his loneliness so intense
He sits in the silence of the field of peace
His heartache is now beginning to decrease
The moon and star helped the wolf another way
Just Jehovah helps people so much each and everyday
The Aloof Connection
Do you know what it feels like not to be loved
To be and not be part of
To live in a cycle that'll never end
To be an acquaintance not a friend
To see, to feel, to desire, but never achieve
To have knowledge and be too cynical to believe
To barely exist, just inconsequential mass left to be
Then you have a connection with me
Poetry Post 59
Lost Battles
I am evil I lost to sin
The battle I couldn't win
Was the one I had deep within
Any other battle I could have endured to fight
But I cannot win against the loneliness of the night
There's always another sinful method to deluding yourself to thinking it will be alright
Whether alcohol, marijuana, porn or heroin
Easy outs fooling me within
Are my deadliest sin
Hindsight (Haiku)
What else can I do
I cannot change history
But simply regret
Worthless Man
What more could I be
Sin was borne to me
What right am I to say
I have lost my way
I have lost flavor in my salt
I'm no good save to find some fault
All in all sin is all we are
On the narrow road we can't go far
I try to wash the dirt away
Just to find a man of clay
A Deluge shall come to wash this sin away
When Christ comes on Judgment Day
I am evil I lost to sin
The battle I couldn't win
Was the one I had deep within
Any other battle I could have endured to fight
But I cannot win against the loneliness of the night
There's always another sinful method to deluding yourself to thinking it will be alright
Whether alcohol, marijuana, porn or heroin
Easy outs fooling me within
Are my deadliest sin
Hindsight (Haiku)
What else can I do
I cannot change history
But simply regret
Worthless Man
What more could I be
Sin was borne to me
What right am I to say
I have lost my way
I have lost flavor in my salt
I'm no good save to find some fault
All in all sin is all we are
On the narrow road we can't go far
I try to wash the dirt away
Just to find a man of clay
A Deluge shall come to wash this sin away
When Christ comes on Judgment Day
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Poetry Post 58
Protest Violence Without Violence
War protesters fighting in the street
Passive resistance took the backseat
In times so Critical
Both sides hypocritical
Healing
If you seek to vanquish vile vice
Follow humbly friendly advice
All that you lack, is knowing you lack nothing needed
Faith and practice will help you succeed it
Another World
I want to go where I'm treated fair
Where a lover can always be found somewhere
Who will love enough to care
I wish you were with me there
War protesters fighting in the street
Passive resistance took the backseat
In times so Critical
Both sides hypocritical
Healing
If you seek to vanquish vile vice
Follow humbly friendly advice
All that you lack, is knowing you lack nothing needed
Faith and practice will help you succeed it
Another World
I want to go where I'm treated fair
Where a lover can always be found somewhere
Who will love enough to care
I wish you were with me there
Poetry Post 57
Dear Mr W
Why does W keep flip flopping the war
Al Qaida links, WMDs, liberation what are we killing for
Why are you asking us to kill when you don't fight
A reformed soldier has the greater right
Did you say Jesus gave you the word
Because He said those who live by die by the sword
Why are we killing for rights you suspended from American citizens
Both sides ran by militant religious fanatics then only hypocrisy wins
Ebony
I saw an ebony angel more precious than any idol graven
Two starry eyes gently glaring through a dark heaven
Your presence is divine every moment worth saving
Your kindness and curves would give any man a longing, loving, lusting craving
Perfect measurements immeasurable
Your sweetness and sensitivity are incredible
Your full beauty so unprecedent
Is undoubtly heaven sent
Aftermath
I'm looking back through my path
To see what caused this aftermath
I am looking deep within me
To find a part of me I couldn't see
But where is there to look
To everyone I'm just an open book
But I analyze my mind
To see the part of me I look to find
Why does W keep flip flopping the war
Al Qaida links, WMDs, liberation what are we killing for
Why are you asking us to kill when you don't fight
A reformed soldier has the greater right
Did you say Jesus gave you the word
Because He said those who live by die by the sword
Why are we killing for rights you suspended from American citizens
Both sides ran by militant religious fanatics then only hypocrisy wins
Ebony
I saw an ebony angel more precious than any idol graven
Two starry eyes gently glaring through a dark heaven
Your presence is divine every moment worth saving
Your kindness and curves would give any man a longing, loving, lusting craving
Perfect measurements immeasurable
Your sweetness and sensitivity are incredible
Your full beauty so unprecedent
Is undoubtly heaven sent
Aftermath
I'm looking back through my path
To see what caused this aftermath
I am looking deep within me
To find a part of me I couldn't see
But where is there to look
To everyone I'm just an open book
But I analyze my mind
To see the part of me I look to find
Poetry Post 56 (and nothing silly to say)
Soldiers Of Jah
Though politically neutral we were caught in its tangle
Genocided, ghettoized, and segregated by a purple triangle
Persecuted by those with the rafter in their eye
It is better to live than to die
But better to be a martyr than a soldier
So by the might of Jah we stand shoulder to shoulder
In our holy battle no sword was lifted nor gun was shot
But the Nazis sent us to the camps to rot
Our only weapons was a Gospel of Love
Preaching and praising our Lord above
Jehovah gave us our soul that he Devil tries to take
In a goal so vain in effort to make us God's name forsake
Miscarriage
Did you feel the baby kick in the womb
Did you see the baby through the ultrasound
We're turning the den into a nursery room
We're decorating it with teddy bears and rainbows all around
If it's a boy we'll name him James
If it's a girl we'll name her Ann
We are buying toys, crayons and family games
We are saving up a college fund that's going as planned
We bought this crib and this carriage
And before it's full born I love full hearted
Until my wife had a miscarriage
And our family was destroyed as quickly as it started
Sane, Safe, Senseless
We all play dumb
To keep ourselves numb
Because the numb can feel no pain
And the thoughtless can't be insane
And so the two together work out
To hide what life is all about
Though politically neutral we were caught in its tangle
Genocided, ghettoized, and segregated by a purple triangle
Persecuted by those with the rafter in their eye
It is better to live than to die
But better to be a martyr than a soldier
So by the might of Jah we stand shoulder to shoulder
In our holy battle no sword was lifted nor gun was shot
But the Nazis sent us to the camps to rot
Our only weapons was a Gospel of Love
Preaching and praising our Lord above
Jehovah gave us our soul that he Devil tries to take
In a goal so vain in effort to make us God's name forsake
Miscarriage
Did you feel the baby kick in the womb
Did you see the baby through the ultrasound
We're turning the den into a nursery room
We're decorating it with teddy bears and rainbows all around
If it's a boy we'll name him James
If it's a girl we'll name her Ann
We are buying toys, crayons and family games
We are saving up a college fund that's going as planned
We bought this crib and this carriage
And before it's full born I love full hearted
Until my wife had a miscarriage
And our family was destroyed as quickly as it started
Sane, Safe, Senseless
We all play dumb
To keep ourselves numb
Because the numb can feel no pain
And the thoughtless can't be insane
And so the two together work out
To hide what life is all about
The Monkees (Film) Scene X
(at their home living room all 4 Monkees, Carole and Mary)
Mike: Now I know we've had both personal and professional troubles but this meeting is only to address our collective professional troubles.
Peter: Davy doesn't have any troubles
Mike: Shut up Peter
Carole: Don't tell him to shut up.
Mary: Don't talk to my legal husband like that.
Carole: That's it you little (Micky restrains her)
Micky: Everybody calm down.
Davy: Thanks Micky
Mike: Anyway there's some good news I just found out there's a local songwriting competition it only allows one submission per songwriter but with each of us contributing a song we have a good chance at the $25,000 publishing contract.
Micky: But it only has one winner how do we know each of us won't take the money and run if they might be the winner?
Mike: Truth is I kept this competition a secret so I could win but I don't think I have a good chance not as good than if we all contributed.
Davy: So why should we trust you?
Mike: Because I need you to, I can't try to leave you guys; I would have done it for Mary seven years ago, but without you the music of my life would stop. People, I am convinced, need only two things music and friendship. These two things keep us, as people, going when everything else is wrong.
Micky: So what was your song, Mike?
Mike: The music sheets are by your instruments so if you're ready (they go to their instruments) (Song: Listen To The Band)
Hey, hey, mercy woman plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I'm falling again.
Play the drum a little louder,
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band.
Listen to the band!
Weren't they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.
Oh, mercy woman plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I'm falling again.
Play the drum a little bit louder,
Tell them they can live without her
If they only listen to the band.
Listen to the band!
Now weren't they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.
Oh, woman plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I'm falling again.
C'mon, play the drums just a little bit louder,
Tell us we can live without her
Now that we have listened to the band.
Listen to the band!
Mike: Okay so should we rehearse for our next gig or work on the songwriting contest? (Davy's cell phone rings he answers)
Davy: Hello I'll be right over (hangs up)
Mike: What about practice?
Davy: Why not go with the songwriting we don't even have a gig yet. (leaves)
Peter: What's your hurry?
Davy: You wouldn't understand.
Peter: I wish Davy would quit the group.
Mike: What? Between my leadership and Davy's looks we are carrying the band.
Peter: Well then you don't need me (leaves)
Micky: Or me or our songwriting (leaves with Carole)
Mary: All these years I tried to get you to forget about this band and you destroy it anyway by your own ambition (leaves room)
Mike: Now I know we've had both personal and professional troubles but this meeting is only to address our collective professional troubles.
Peter: Davy doesn't have any troubles
Mike: Shut up Peter
Carole: Don't tell him to shut up.
Mary: Don't talk to my legal husband like that.
Carole: That's it you little (Micky restrains her)
Micky: Everybody calm down.
Davy: Thanks Micky
Mike: Anyway there's some good news I just found out there's a local songwriting competition it only allows one submission per songwriter but with each of us contributing a song we have a good chance at the $25,000 publishing contract.
Micky: But it only has one winner how do we know each of us won't take the money and run if they might be the winner?
Mike: Truth is I kept this competition a secret so I could win but I don't think I have a good chance not as good than if we all contributed.
Davy: So why should we trust you?
Mike: Because I need you to, I can't try to leave you guys; I would have done it for Mary seven years ago, but without you the music of my life would stop. People, I am convinced, need only two things music and friendship. These two things keep us, as people, going when everything else is wrong.
Micky: So what was your song, Mike?
Mike: The music sheets are by your instruments so if you're ready (they go to their instruments) (Song: Listen To The Band)
Hey, hey, mercy woman plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I'm falling again.
Play the drum a little louder,
Tell me I can live without her
If I only listen to the band.
Listen to the band!
Weren't they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.
Oh, mercy woman plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I'm falling again.
Play the drum a little bit louder,
Tell them they can live without her
If they only listen to the band.
Listen to the band!
Now weren't they good, they made me happy.
I think I can make it alone.
Oh, woman plays a song and no one listens,
I need help I'm falling again.
C'mon, play the drums just a little bit louder,
Tell us we can live without her
Now that we have listened to the band.
Listen to the band!
Mike: Okay so should we rehearse for our next gig or work on the songwriting contest? (Davy's cell phone rings he answers)
Davy: Hello I'll be right over (hangs up)
Mike: What about practice?
Davy: Why not go with the songwriting we don't even have a gig yet. (leaves)
Peter: What's your hurry?
Davy: You wouldn't understand.
Peter: I wish Davy would quit the group.
Mike: What? Between my leadership and Davy's looks we are carrying the band.
Peter: Well then you don't need me (leaves)
Micky: Or me or our songwriting (leaves with Carole)
Mary: All these years I tried to get you to forget about this band and you destroy it anyway by your own ambition (leaves room)
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