True Love
I want to live forever in your heart
I wish I was there from the start
I want to be forever a part of you
Never again to be apart from you
Please let your love be real
Cause I love how you make me feel
All you need to do is care
And I will always be there
For You
I have given you all I have to give
Your happiness is the reason I live
This is the reason why I do what I do
Everything I'll ever do is for you
And if you should feel depressed and lonely
At least you can always count on me
I'll love you till the end
Whether it be as lover or friend
Codependent
I want to keep you at arm's reach
Not to tie you to me by a leash
I don't want to restrain the boundary
I'm just scared you'll leave me
I don't need you every moment of the day
But I'm scared if I let you go you'll runaway
I'm not narcissistic or greedy
Just very codependent and needy
I'm trapped and as long as you're trapped with me
I have someone to love and express freely
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Poetry Collection 157
To The Renaissance Gypsy Dancers II
La Leila I see you dancing every minute of the day
I see your radiance beaming my way
Your beauty is like the sun
It shines above everyone
I stutter in awe of the mystery
That you gladly choose to remember me
La Leila my love is still mixed with fear and pain
That being more than friends would be in vain
Trying
You never gave me a chance
It was a one sided romance
Perhaps you didn't know or were in denial
But you saw me trying at every trial
I requested mutual affection and was denied
Every time proving my worth to you, I tried
Mutual love was all I was trying to achieve
To say you never knew is hard to believe
Because I doubt your perception to be so naive
The Girl I Love
There's a girl I love with sparkling eyes and tender hair
I've tried to say I love her but I couldn't dare
I've always cared for her as a lover and a friend
And I'll love her the same till my end
And if she says no as my lover
I will always remain a friend to her
And if she says she loves me too
I'll keep the romantic spark fresh and new
La Leila I see you dancing every minute of the day
I see your radiance beaming my way
Your beauty is like the sun
It shines above everyone
I stutter in awe of the mystery
That you gladly choose to remember me
La Leila my love is still mixed with fear and pain
That being more than friends would be in vain
Trying
You never gave me a chance
It was a one sided romance
Perhaps you didn't know or were in denial
But you saw me trying at every trial
I requested mutual affection and was denied
Every time proving my worth to you, I tried
Mutual love was all I was trying to achieve
To say you never knew is hard to believe
Because I doubt your perception to be so naive
The Girl I Love
There's a girl I love with sparkling eyes and tender hair
I've tried to say I love her but I couldn't dare
I've always cared for her as a lover and a friend
And I'll love her the same till my end
And if she says no as my lover
I will always remain a friend to her
And if she says she loves me too
I'll keep the romantic spark fresh and new
The Monkees (Film) Scene XXI
(Davy calling Sharon)
Davy: Hey Sharon please listen to me.
Sharon: No
Davy: I understand why you don't believe me when I say I love you but if I wanted to keep a relationship with you do you think it would have been wise of me to disclose my dating history.
Sharon: What makes you think you actually love me?
Davy: Hey I have been in love before but that's irrelevant
Sharon: How?
Davy: Most of my relationships had nothing to do with love but many did but none were as strong as ours. Many girls I remember fondly but you're the best (song: I Love You Better)
I one went with a belly dancer (Lum do dee ally day)
One around I didn't stand a chance a (Lum do dee ally day)
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Then I went with a gospel singer (Lum do dee ally day)
She tried to wrap me around her finger, now (Lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
I once went with a history teacher (Lum do dee ally day)
I really tried but I couldn't reach her (Lum do dee ally day)
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Well, let me tell you now
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
There were some that I can't remember (Lum do dee ally day)
Think I went with Miss November (Lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better.
Davy: Hey Sharon please listen to me.
Sharon: No
Davy: I understand why you don't believe me when I say I love you but if I wanted to keep a relationship with you do you think it would have been wise of me to disclose my dating history.
Sharon: What makes you think you actually love me?
Davy: Hey I have been in love before but that's irrelevant
Sharon: How?
Davy: Most of my relationships had nothing to do with love but many did but none were as strong as ours. Many girls I remember fondly but you're the best (song: I Love You Better)
I one went with a belly dancer (Lum do dee ally day)
One around I didn't stand a chance a (Lum do dee ally day)
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Then I went with a gospel singer (Lum do dee ally day)
She tried to wrap me around her finger, now (Lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day.
I once went with a history teacher (Lum do dee ally day)
I really tried but I couldn't reach her (Lum do dee ally day)
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Well, let me tell you now
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
Ha, ha, ha, lum do dee ally day
There were some that I can't remember (Lum do dee ally day)
Think I went with Miss November (Lum do dee ally day)
But I say
I, I, I love you better
I, I, I love you better.
Movie Outline: I Was A Teenage TV Executive
Title: I Was A Teenage TV Executive
Genre: Parody Comedy (inspired by and a tribute to UHF by Al Yankovic and Jay Levey)
Characters:
Albert Newton- teenager studying media arts who gets control of a local station
Thomas E. Berliwitz- tv executive
Merv Kline- tv head honcho
Carmen Santez- Newton's secretary
Honey Bare- Berliwitz's secretary
Plot: A student in film class does extra-curricular work volunteering at a local cable access network making quick rash television concepts but needs to fake a degree and a union card to be hired but nearly loses his job when this is revealed
Scene Sequence:
1) Tedious college classes with Albert dreaming ideas on a school notepad for television shows
2) Workshop practice scene with Albert goofing off in front of all the cameras
3) A hard deal finding a station to take on Albert as an apprentice
4) Apprenticeship to small non-network affiliated station
5) An overworked first day of errand running between sketch drawings and plot outlines
6) An executive finds a scrap of paper with a television idea called "Clinton and Bush-Head" as a parody of Beavis and Butt-head
7) Executive Berliwitz takes the idea and uses it at the meeting
8) The boss Kline meets the executive afterwards and asks who really had the idea
9) The trail to Albert
10) A job offer he can't refuse no classes ever again
11) A fake degree and union card forged
12) His very own office and secretarial assistant Carmen for any menial work
13) Ideas sent out to execs via paper airplane thru air tunnel constructed from the air ducts
14) Second day secretary comes to work in dominatrix outfit as requested by Albert but with flirtatious dialog of her own initiative
15) An ad appears for "Clinton and Bush-Head"
16) Second idea materializes as "Survivor" a reality dating show with five women group dating a serial killer last one alive wins
17) "Edward The Idiot Elephant" commercial a monotone elephant hosts sub-par children's program with subliminal militant right wing messages
18) "Peter The Pink Flamingo" flamboyant over-energized children's program with homosexual undertones
19) Thomas Berliwitz and Merv Kline are awarded an Emmy for Best Children's Programming
20) "The Mansons" a reality show that follows the Manson Family's daily life in prison
21) "Mel's Ho Place" the tragic love relationships of mistresses and madams in an an L.A. brothel
22) "XY Files" a startling sci-fi on teenage boys' minds
23) Head of major network affiliate in town wants a spy sent to obscure rising station
24) Honey Bare sent to the station as a spy in guise to replace Berliwitz's secretary meanwhile Carmen is in a French Maid outfit
25) Honey learns about the true source of the ideas from Carmen not knowing her scheme
26) Background source on Albert Newton
27) Scandal exposed to the union's ethics committee
28) Albert must be fired or the station will lose its license
29) Finding out they only know about the forged union card Albert gets an idea
30) "Malcolm X In The Middle" Radical Black Leader as a teenager with a younger brother Urkel from "Family Matters" and an older brother J.J. from "Good Times"
31) "Desperately Seeking Love" Six white yuppie friends from Manhattan with great 401ks and physical appearances bicker and moan at an over priced Starbucks about their over sexed lives
32) Alfred appeals to the union to get a real union card with his college degree in "Media Arts and Sciences" and Carmen as a nurse
33) After much consideration Alfred gets his license
34) Next day at work Albert gets a promotion and Carmen gets propsed to in her Catholic schoolgirl uniform
Genre: Parody Comedy (inspired by and a tribute to UHF by Al Yankovic and Jay Levey)
Characters:
Albert Newton- teenager studying media arts who gets control of a local station
Thomas E. Berliwitz- tv executive
Merv Kline- tv head honcho
Carmen Santez- Newton's secretary
Honey Bare- Berliwitz's secretary
Plot: A student in film class does extra-curricular work volunteering at a local cable access network making quick rash television concepts but needs to fake a degree and a union card to be hired but nearly loses his job when this is revealed
Scene Sequence:
1) Tedious college classes with Albert dreaming ideas on a school notepad for television shows
2) Workshop practice scene with Albert goofing off in front of all the cameras
3) A hard deal finding a station to take on Albert as an apprentice
4) Apprenticeship to small non-network affiliated station
5) An overworked first day of errand running between sketch drawings and plot outlines
6) An executive finds a scrap of paper with a television idea called "Clinton and Bush-Head" as a parody of Beavis and Butt-head
7) Executive Berliwitz takes the idea and uses it at the meeting
8) The boss Kline meets the executive afterwards and asks who really had the idea
9) The trail to Albert
10) A job offer he can't refuse no classes ever again
11) A fake degree and union card forged
12) His very own office and secretarial assistant Carmen for any menial work
13) Ideas sent out to execs via paper airplane thru air tunnel constructed from the air ducts
14) Second day secretary comes to work in dominatrix outfit as requested by Albert but with flirtatious dialog of her own initiative
15) An ad appears for "Clinton and Bush-Head"
16) Second idea materializes as "Survivor" a reality dating show with five women group dating a serial killer last one alive wins
17) "Edward The Idiot Elephant" commercial a monotone elephant hosts sub-par children's program with subliminal militant right wing messages
18) "Peter The Pink Flamingo" flamboyant over-energized children's program with homosexual undertones
19) Thomas Berliwitz and Merv Kline are awarded an Emmy for Best Children's Programming
20) "The Mansons" a reality show that follows the Manson Family's daily life in prison
21) "Mel's Ho Place" the tragic love relationships of mistresses and madams in an an L.A. brothel
22) "XY Files" a startling sci-fi on teenage boys' minds
23) Head of major network affiliate in town wants a spy sent to obscure rising station
24) Honey Bare sent to the station as a spy in guise to replace Berliwitz's secretary meanwhile Carmen is in a French Maid outfit
25) Honey learns about the true source of the ideas from Carmen not knowing her scheme
26) Background source on Albert Newton
27) Scandal exposed to the union's ethics committee
28) Albert must be fired or the station will lose its license
29) Finding out they only know about the forged union card Albert gets an idea
30) "Malcolm X In The Middle" Radical Black Leader as a teenager with a younger brother Urkel from "Family Matters" and an older brother J.J. from "Good Times"
31) "Desperately Seeking Love" Six white yuppie friends from Manhattan with great 401ks and physical appearances bicker and moan at an over priced Starbucks about their over sexed lives
32) Alfred appeals to the union to get a real union card with his college degree in "Media Arts and Sciences" and Carmen as a nurse
33) After much consideration Alfred gets his license
34) Next day at work Albert gets a promotion and Carmen gets propsed to in her Catholic schoolgirl uniform
The Monkees (film) Scene XX
(Micky, Peter on a car of the train sitting across from each other)
Micky: Why are you so worried Shannon is becoming distant?
Peter: She's showing the signs the other girls did.
Micky: No the others were after Davy, Shannon isn't.
Peter: But she's losing interest.
Micky: How do you know?
Peter: There's a way too familiar feeling about her and the feelings I'm familiar with aren't good (song: The Girl I Knew Somewhere)
You tell me that you've never been this way before.
You tell me things I know that I've heard somewhere.
You're standing in the places and you're
staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere.
I just can't put my finger on what it is
that says to me "Watch out! Don't believe her."
I can't give any reasons girl,
my thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
I just can't think who in the world was that girl;
I know I met her somewhere.
Someway, somehow this same thing was done.
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.
Well, goodbye dear, I just can't take this chance again.
My fingers are still burning from the last time.
And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame.
That's as may be, I can't explain.
Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.
Micky: Why are you so worried Shannon is becoming distant?
Peter: She's showing the signs the other girls did.
Micky: No the others were after Davy, Shannon isn't.
Peter: But she's losing interest.
Micky: How do you know?
Peter: There's a way too familiar feeling about her and the feelings I'm familiar with aren't good (song: The Girl I Knew Somewhere)
You tell me that you've never been this way before.
You tell me things I know that I've heard somewhere.
You're standing in the places and you're
staring down through faces, that bring to mind traces
of a girl, a girl that I knew somewhere.
I just can't put my finger on what it is
that says to me "Watch out! Don't believe her."
I can't give any reasons girl,
my thoughts are bound down in a whirl.
I just can't think who in the world was that girl;
I know I met her somewhere.
Someway, somehow this same thing was done.
Someone, somewhere did me this same wrong.
Well, goodbye dear, I just can't take this chance again.
My fingers are still burning from the last time.
And if your love was not a game, I only have myself to blame.
That's as may be, I can't explain.
Just ask the girl that I knew somewhere.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Poetry Post 156
The Greatest Affliction
I've been trapped in an addiction
Stuck with an affliction
I've dug a hole too deep
And the climb is too steep
I know I can't do what I should
I would do it if I could
But I have fallen from grace
Unworthy to the human race
I Fail
I fail every time I try
I can never laugh I can only cry
I do not know I can only ask why
Sometimes I feel like I could die
Every time I try I fail
And my life grows bleak and pale
All I do is weep and wail
I ought to go away and set sail
Twenty Year Old Loser
No job no money no transportation
Twenty years of unfulfilled expectation
Day by day my future becomes my past
I don't know how long my childhood can last
It's not that I don't follow through
But something goes mysteriously wrong at the job interview
Hopes of being employed
Are quickly destroyed
Each time I get their reply
They say no without why
If it's experience I got to start somewhere
They know I need the work to pay the bills why don't they care
My friends passed on a good reference
But it doesn't make any difference
I didn't get hired
Jobless till I've expired
I've been trapped in an addiction
Stuck with an affliction
I've dug a hole too deep
And the climb is too steep
I know I can't do what I should
I would do it if I could
But I have fallen from grace
Unworthy to the human race
I Fail
I fail every time I try
I can never laugh I can only cry
I do not know I can only ask why
Sometimes I feel like I could die
Every time I try I fail
And my life grows bleak and pale
All I do is weep and wail
I ought to go away and set sail
Twenty Year Old Loser
No job no money no transportation
Twenty years of unfulfilled expectation
Day by day my future becomes my past
I don't know how long my childhood can last
It's not that I don't follow through
But something goes mysteriously wrong at the job interview
Hopes of being employed
Are quickly destroyed
Each time I get their reply
They say no without why
If it's experience I got to start somewhere
They know I need the work to pay the bills why don't they care
My friends passed on a good reference
But it doesn't make any difference
I didn't get hired
Jobless till I've expired
Poetry Post 155
War Politics
People say they love America because it's neutral
But the politics of America aren't even mutual
We take whatever they have to trade
And send them an army brigade
It's true every land that we spoil
Seems to strike oil
But if you don't agree that this is true
Don't attack if you can't defend your point of view
Wasted Work Ethic
A twenty level building, in each floor its own universe
Nobody explores the other realms, they just stay the course
The course of being stationary to each their own cubicle they go
Passerbys in awkward silence are the people they know
Never looking out, never speaking out, never getting out
Without seeing more seeking more you'll only know doubt
Wasted work ethic have killed humanity
Tied to our desks we don't know how to be free
Drafted III
Out on the battlefield
Next to a hundred souls killed
Staying in the foxhole to survive
Knowing its better not to kill and stay alive
It's sad to see how few amount of people knew
That you should do to others only only what you'd wish them to do to you
And that to murder
Is to lose the greater war
People say they love America because it's neutral
But the politics of America aren't even mutual
We take whatever they have to trade
And send them an army brigade
It's true every land that we spoil
Seems to strike oil
But if you don't agree that this is true
Don't attack if you can't defend your point of view
Wasted Work Ethic
A twenty level building, in each floor its own universe
Nobody explores the other realms, they just stay the course
The course of being stationary to each their own cubicle they go
Passerbys in awkward silence are the people they know
Never looking out, never speaking out, never getting out
Without seeing more seeking more you'll only know doubt
Wasted work ethic have killed humanity
Tied to our desks we don't know how to be free
Drafted III
Out on the battlefield
Next to a hundred souls killed
Staying in the foxhole to survive
Knowing its better not to kill and stay alive
It's sad to see how few amount of people knew
That you should do to others only only what you'd wish them to do to you
And that to murder
Is to lose the greater war
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Poetry Post 154
Faith In Humankind
It seems that this world has become such a cold hearted place
All the love in the world couldn't fill the smallest space
But the reason why I still have faith in humankind
Is that with you a good heart is always easy to find
My Soul
You got my soul
In your control
You took over my mind
You're in every thought I find
You were in my heart
From the very start
You flow in every vein
And I hope not in vain
But what I lack and desire much
Is to feel you in my touch
Seduction
Your pleasure is the finest prize to win
Next to caressing your honeydew skin
That gives you that glamorous and grateful grin
Systematically satisfying two with the same sin
The ecstasy was more than I would have ever believed
The sheer joy of the intimacy was more than I had ever received
Your vainless love showed me what I could achieve
Until I wake up just in time to see you leave
It seems that this world has become such a cold hearted place
All the love in the world couldn't fill the smallest space
But the reason why I still have faith in humankind
Is that with you a good heart is always easy to find
My Soul
You got my soul
In your control
You took over my mind
You're in every thought I find
You were in my heart
From the very start
You flow in every vein
And I hope not in vain
But what I lack and desire much
Is to feel you in my touch
Seduction
Your pleasure is the finest prize to win
Next to caressing your honeydew skin
That gives you that glamorous and grateful grin
Systematically satisfying two with the same sin
The ecstasy was more than I would have ever believed
The sheer joy of the intimacy was more than I had ever received
Your vainless love showed me what I could achieve
Until I wake up just in time to see you leave
Poetry Post 153
Hidden Passion
I miss you even when we're in mix company
Because social mores inhibit the passion burning in me
Only if I can ever have you alone can I ever feel free
Alone with all my senses tuned into you
Telepathically knowing what to do
Instinctually carrying it through
Tasting your tongue, feeling your flesh, smelling your sweat
Hearing your voice while I watch your face as you start to get wet
Making the sweetest memory we shall ever get
Departure
My heart is anchored in pain
I have no shelter from the rain
I'm a lone drifter of an empty plain
Once security now solitude occupies my brain
My sins weigh heavy on me
I am not the man I should be
A man of flesh can never be free
For all faults face some sort of scrutiny
But now I look at you
And I can see right through
And see all the sins you do
And you've lost all the trust I've given to
In faith, hope and love we were connected
But the bonds were eroded and infected
Somehow the bonds became unprotected
And our sins have made us disconnected
Personal Poverty (Haiku)
Twenty seven cents
Can't even buy more paper
To list all my needs
I miss you even when we're in mix company
Because social mores inhibit the passion burning in me
Only if I can ever have you alone can I ever feel free
Alone with all my senses tuned into you
Telepathically knowing what to do
Instinctually carrying it through
Tasting your tongue, feeling your flesh, smelling your sweat
Hearing your voice while I watch your face as you start to get wet
Making the sweetest memory we shall ever get
Departure
My heart is anchored in pain
I have no shelter from the rain
I'm a lone drifter of an empty plain
Once security now solitude occupies my brain
My sins weigh heavy on me
I am not the man I should be
A man of flesh can never be free
For all faults face some sort of scrutiny
But now I look at you
And I can see right through
And see all the sins you do
And you've lost all the trust I've given to
In faith, hope and love we were connected
But the bonds were eroded and infected
Somehow the bonds became unprotected
And our sins have made us disconnected
Personal Poverty (Haiku)
Twenty seven cents
Can't even buy more paper
To list all my needs
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Monkees (film) Scene XIX
(in the Monkeemobile on the way to Beverly Hills, Mike is driving with Micky in the front passenger seat)
Micky: How's everything with Shannon, Peter?
Peter: Not so good she seems to distance herself from me more often.
Davy: Well the honeymoon can't last forever
Mike: Tell me about it.
Peter: What's wrong Mike?
Mike: this tank is almost empty.
Peter: That's not what I meant (car pulls over in gas station Mike fills it up)
Micky: He knew what you meant Peter (Mike gets back in starts the car and it stalls)
Micky: What's wrong Mike?
Mike: My marriage
Micky: No I mean what's
Mike: My car is stalled so Mary won't be able to meet me for dinner at the hotel
Micky: Oh can't you call her?
Mike: To tell her to meet me here?
Micky: Where else?
Peter: How far is Clarksville from Beverly Hills?
Davy: What does that have to do with anything?
Peter: There's a train that leaves for Clarksville in 30 minutes, I have enough money for the tickets.
Davy: Good thing you kept that job at Toys R Us.
Mike: Okay let me call Mary where's the station Peter?
Peter: Just across the street let's go (they cross the street with their instruments packed and check the train schedule buy the tickets)
Mike: (on phone) Hey Mary can you meet us at the Clarksville train station...you don't have a car...What happened?...Oh Carole's using it...Can you get to the train station...You're going to go from Long Beach station to Clarksville...You will only have time to catch the 4:30 train arriving in Clarksville...Okay...How are you going to get to the train station...By bus okay (Song: Last Train To Clarksville)
Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be be there by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Micky: How's everything with Shannon, Peter?
Peter: Not so good she seems to distance herself from me more often.
Davy: Well the honeymoon can't last forever
Mike: Tell me about it.
Peter: What's wrong Mike?
Mike: this tank is almost empty.
Peter: That's not what I meant (car pulls over in gas station Mike fills it up)
Micky: He knew what you meant Peter (Mike gets back in starts the car and it stalls)
Micky: What's wrong Mike?
Mike: My marriage
Micky: No I mean what's
Mike: My car is stalled so Mary won't be able to meet me for dinner at the hotel
Micky: Oh can't you call her?
Mike: To tell her to meet me here?
Micky: Where else?
Peter: How far is Clarksville from Beverly Hills?
Davy: What does that have to do with anything?
Peter: There's a train that leaves for Clarksville in 30 minutes, I have enough money for the tickets.
Davy: Good thing you kept that job at Toys R Us.
Mike: Okay let me call Mary where's the station Peter?
Peter: Just across the street let's go (they cross the street with their instruments packed and check the train schedule buy the tickets)
Mike: (on phone) Hey Mary can you meet us at the Clarksville train station...you don't have a car...What happened?...Oh Carole's using it...Can you get to the train station...You're going to go from Long Beach station to Clarksville...You will only have time to catch the 4:30 train arriving in Clarksville...Okay...How are you going to get to the train station...By bus okay (Song: Last Train To Clarksville)
Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be be there by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Poetry Post 152
Pain Of Parents
Go away Mom, go away Dad
Your fighting is making me paranoid and sad
I've got more pain than the two of you ever had
All you ever feel is mad
If you can't stop arguing and ease my pain
I might run away and go cross country on a train
I might use drugs to give myself an emotional drain
Or if those don't work I'll just point a gun to my brain
(I know this sucks but I wrote it as a moody teenager and once I officially canonize a poem it's in my catalog forever)
Bottled Up
Trapped in anger trapped in lust
My own self I cannot trust
I'm bottled up bout to burst
My feelings make me feel so cursed
If my passion won't relent
I'll need someplace to vent
Numbing Of An Addiction
Lost to my addiction
Everything feels like fiction
Except for external and internal friction
Am I evil, weak or dumb
It doesn't matter when you feel so numb
Don't even know what to say when God will come
Just that this sinner was a self victim
But my Light of Truth exists, lightly dim
Despite being a flawed gem
My chances are more than slim
Go away Mom, go away Dad
Your fighting is making me paranoid and sad
I've got more pain than the two of you ever had
All you ever feel is mad
If you can't stop arguing and ease my pain
I might run away and go cross country on a train
I might use drugs to give myself an emotional drain
Or if those don't work I'll just point a gun to my brain
(I know this sucks but I wrote it as a moody teenager and once I officially canonize a poem it's in my catalog forever)
Bottled Up
Trapped in anger trapped in lust
My own self I cannot trust
I'm bottled up bout to burst
My feelings make me feel so cursed
If my passion won't relent
I'll need someplace to vent
Numbing Of An Addiction
Lost to my addiction
Everything feels like fiction
Except for external and internal friction
Am I evil, weak or dumb
It doesn't matter when you feel so numb
Don't even know what to say when God will come
Just that this sinner was a self victim
But my Light of Truth exists, lightly dim
Despite being a flawed gem
My chances are more than slim
Poetry Post 151
Mrs. WM
You welcomed me to your home
But you wouldn't let me into your heart
While your love left you alone
As your husband would depart
You loved me like a mother and a friend
But sadly never as a spouse
But your lover took business weekdays and ends
Never half as often entered your house
He claimed a deed to your home and your heart
It was first come first serve
He'll always say he was there from the start
But a distant financier is less than what you deserve
Nikki
How do you keep the stars in your eyes
How does your smile clear clouded skies
How does your touch warm me like the sun's rays
How does it come so softly in such gentle ways
How does your face glow like the moon's beam
How come your embrace does not wake me from this dream
For what I do know of cold reality
Someone as heavenly as you could never be near me
Ebony VII
Ebony my darkest ecstasy
Your love is still a thrill to me
You make me feel so free and high
Like sparrows in the sky
Ebony you stable me like a pill
Making me feel so calm and tranquil
Feet firmly founded on the ground with my head in the clouds
Being with you is better than serene solitude or comfort crowds
Ebony my only fear is disappointing you
I want to do whatever you need me to do
Just so I can keep taking you in each day
Making me feel forever this way
You welcomed me to your home
But you wouldn't let me into your heart
While your love left you alone
As your husband would depart
You loved me like a mother and a friend
But sadly never as a spouse
But your lover took business weekdays and ends
Never half as often entered your house
He claimed a deed to your home and your heart
It was first come first serve
He'll always say he was there from the start
But a distant financier is less than what you deserve
Nikki
How do you keep the stars in your eyes
How does your smile clear clouded skies
How does your touch warm me like the sun's rays
How does it come so softly in such gentle ways
How does your face glow like the moon's beam
How come your embrace does not wake me from this dream
For what I do know of cold reality
Someone as heavenly as you could never be near me
Ebony VII
Ebony my darkest ecstasy
Your love is still a thrill to me
You make me feel so free and high
Like sparrows in the sky
Ebony you stable me like a pill
Making me feel so calm and tranquil
Feet firmly founded on the ground with my head in the clouds
Being with you is better than serene solitude or comfort crowds
Ebony my only fear is disappointing you
I want to do whatever you need me to do
Just so I can keep taking you in each day
Making me feel forever this way
Poetry Post 150
Divine Patience & Love
I love you Jehovah but how long can I hold on
Waiting to save those tomorrow while those of yesterday are long gone
How am I to hold on to your love when all I feel is solitude
If sin gives pleasure and righteousness pain how can I maintain the proper Christian attitude
You are aware and forgiving of our state of weakness
Yet something bars me from feeling bless
How could mortal man fight sin and discouragement raging in the same soul
Knowing both are ever present can only hypocrites say they have it under control
This internal struggle perpetuates eternal strife
Had your Kingdom come years ago I could have seen eternal life
Lovers Trust
I can never love until I can trust
That's why my hopes return to the dust
Because I can't even trust myself to truest my peers
My love is inhibited by my doubts and fears
Is there any accountable who would count on me
What worthy person would tolerate my company
If I can't trust myself who else can I trust in my life
And if they were worthy of my trust they would deserve more than my strife
Fashion Morality
Morality is not fascism it's fashion
Dress liberal or conservative it all depends on the season
It's more about popularity than compassion
Every cause is an effect of a former cause regardless of reason
Let your bumper stickers and ribbons preach your philosophy
But picket signs and petitions are just out of place anymore
Don't worry about living up to the standards of the charity
Just dress in the morals and learn the slang of the subculture
I love you Jehovah but how long can I hold on
Waiting to save those tomorrow while those of yesterday are long gone
How am I to hold on to your love when all I feel is solitude
If sin gives pleasure and righteousness pain how can I maintain the proper Christian attitude
You are aware and forgiving of our state of weakness
Yet something bars me from feeling bless
How could mortal man fight sin and discouragement raging in the same soul
Knowing both are ever present can only hypocrites say they have it under control
This internal struggle perpetuates eternal strife
Had your Kingdom come years ago I could have seen eternal life
Lovers Trust
I can never love until I can trust
That's why my hopes return to the dust
Because I can't even trust myself to truest my peers
My love is inhibited by my doubts and fears
Is there any accountable who would count on me
What worthy person would tolerate my company
If I can't trust myself who else can I trust in my life
And if they were worthy of my trust they would deserve more than my strife
Fashion Morality
Morality is not fascism it's fashion
Dress liberal or conservative it all depends on the season
It's more about popularity than compassion
Every cause is an effect of a former cause regardless of reason
Let your bumper stickers and ribbons preach your philosophy
But picket signs and petitions are just out of place anymore
Don't worry about living up to the standards of the charity
Just dress in the morals and learn the slang of the subculture
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Poetry Post 149
Confrontation
Don't ask stupid questions assuming certain replies
I know underneath suspicion lies
Don't give me those damning eyes
You ask as if I did it behind your back
You are not aware of every fact
If negative assumptions are wrong you are provoking an attack
You give me no trust or understanding
You're just interrogating and demanding
Assuming I act under handing
Vanity
Years of public schools and college
Has not once increased my knowledge
I've fallen in and out of lust
Finding there is no one I can trust
Many places I go but can never find
A place to unwind
A little bit of peace of mind
I've given all into what I believe
But vanity is all I achieve
I lost the beauty of youth
I lost the innocence of truth
All things tangible will rot and decay
So I'll just wait another day
Watching myself fade away
Heart And Mind
Heart and Mind wander infinite places
Roaming vacant spaces
Though both travel as a nomad
Mind is content at travel while Heart is sad
Mind is only happy when it can change its climate
While Heart wanders worrying of an unfound mate
Mind wander simply to roam
While Heart hunts for a humble home
But both should be nurtured according to their own
So that maturity is sure to be grown
For nothing is sadder than minds set in their way
While hearts go out and play
Don't ask stupid questions assuming certain replies
I know underneath suspicion lies
Don't give me those damning eyes
You ask as if I did it behind your back
You are not aware of every fact
If negative assumptions are wrong you are provoking an attack
You give me no trust or understanding
You're just interrogating and demanding
Assuming I act under handing
Vanity
Years of public schools and college
Has not once increased my knowledge
I've fallen in and out of lust
Finding there is no one I can trust
Many places I go but can never find
A place to unwind
A little bit of peace of mind
I've given all into what I believe
But vanity is all I achieve
I lost the beauty of youth
I lost the innocence of truth
All things tangible will rot and decay
So I'll just wait another day
Watching myself fade away
Heart And Mind
Heart and Mind wander infinite places
Roaming vacant spaces
Though both travel as a nomad
Mind is content at travel while Heart is sad
Mind is only happy when it can change its climate
While Heart wanders worrying of an unfound mate
Mind wander simply to roam
While Heart hunts for a humble home
But both should be nurtured according to their own
So that maturity is sure to be grown
For nothing is sadder than minds set in their way
While hearts go out and play
Poetry Post 148
Good Conquers Evil
Man is temporal but humanity is immortal
Humanity is science the soul is just a portal
Our humanity is made in God's eternal image
Even if sin causes our spirit mortal damage
Something of every man lives on in the memory of righteousness and truth
Something greater than our external knowledge shows the proof
As long as you choose to become something more than yourself
You'll find with love, wisdom, justice, and power there is always more always something else
Humanity cannot be conquered by a misanthrope society
It is rediscovered by each man's search for moral comradery
And the search for this communal ideology will never end
As truth and trust are as essential as the friend
Anxiety Depression Sin
Circumstance frustration sin
It is a battle I can't win
With guilt and loathing the cycle starts again
A casualty of the bodily war within
The desire causes anxiety
Enslaving my sanity
Then the act causes depression
Ensuring another transgression
Eternal Glory Fading Life
God's glory stands everywhere for always and all to see
But we have no appreciation because we are temporary
What is tomorrow's sunrise to someone dead tonight
We alone live in a moment of darkness void of light
The proof of divinity is always everywhere
But sick and dying we just wonder if God does care
Left dying by our inventions we are our worst nightmare
Except for the fear that God is or is not there
Man is temporal but humanity is immortal
Humanity is science the soul is just a portal
Our humanity is made in God's eternal image
Even if sin causes our spirit mortal damage
Something of every man lives on in the memory of righteousness and truth
Something greater than our external knowledge shows the proof
As long as you choose to become something more than yourself
You'll find with love, wisdom, justice, and power there is always more always something else
Humanity cannot be conquered by a misanthrope society
It is rediscovered by each man's search for moral comradery
And the search for this communal ideology will never end
As truth and trust are as essential as the friend
Anxiety Depression Sin
Circumstance frustration sin
It is a battle I can't win
With guilt and loathing the cycle starts again
A casualty of the bodily war within
The desire causes anxiety
Enslaving my sanity
Then the act causes depression
Ensuring another transgression
Eternal Glory Fading Life
God's glory stands everywhere for always and all to see
But we have no appreciation because we are temporary
What is tomorrow's sunrise to someone dead tonight
We alone live in a moment of darkness void of light
The proof of divinity is always everywhere
But sick and dying we just wonder if God does care
Left dying by our inventions we are our worst nightmare
Except for the fear that God is or is not there
Friday, March 20, 2009
Poetry Post 147
Wasted Love
You take what was mine and spit in my eye
You altered my will as you let me die
When greed and love meet someone's bound to cry
Greed wants all and takes all, love wants one and never achieves at any try
I treated you like perfection
I gave you protection
I gave you affection
You were my parasite and treated me like an infection
I was your servant you treated me like a slave
I was your knight you treated me like a knave
You thought I was a coward although you knew I was brave
Still loving you after all that I gave
Truest Love
You make my confidence grow
More than you can ever know
From the affectionate love you show
With your love and trust so pure
You make me feel so sure
That there's nothing I can't endure
I never thought I'd find a mate for my soul
I never thought I'd find the one to make me feel whole
I never thought I'd feel so under control
All My Crushes End
I am sick of being a neurotic and obsessive lover boy
I was a sensitive codependent friend
All of the girls just wanted a living toy
That's how all my crushes end
I wanted to be a friend with something more
But to the girls friends and lovers are sold separately
That's why most men have a drinking buddy and a whore
And girls hate the guys they go to see
You take what was mine and spit in my eye
You altered my will as you let me die
When greed and love meet someone's bound to cry
Greed wants all and takes all, love wants one and never achieves at any try
I treated you like perfection
I gave you protection
I gave you affection
You were my parasite and treated me like an infection
I was your servant you treated me like a slave
I was your knight you treated me like a knave
You thought I was a coward although you knew I was brave
Still loving you after all that I gave
Truest Love
You make my confidence grow
More than you can ever know
From the affectionate love you show
With your love and trust so pure
You make me feel so sure
That there's nothing I can't endure
I never thought I'd find a mate for my soul
I never thought I'd find the one to make me feel whole
I never thought I'd feel so under control
All My Crushes End
I am sick of being a neurotic and obsessive lover boy
I was a sensitive codependent friend
All of the girls just wanted a living toy
That's how all my crushes end
I wanted to be a friend with something more
But to the girls friends and lovers are sold separately
That's why most men have a drinking buddy and a whore
And girls hate the guys they go to see
Poetry Post 146
Test Anxiety
Growing weary and worried
Panicked and hurried
I couldn't pause to think
My mind started to shrink
I can't stop to see if I answered correctly
Time was closing fast on me
I finished far too fast
And I couldn't have passed
Now I'm stuck with my low score
And I cannot take any more
Of the disappointed placed upon me
Because the time went so quickly
School Countdown
Ten days left of school deadlines
Nine days left of the teacher that whine
Eight days left of toilsome busywork
Seven days left of the guys who treat me like a jerk
Six days left of waking up at six
Five days left of learning the trainer's tricks
Four days left of exams and tests
Three days left of peers who pest
Two days left of slavery
One day left till I'm finally free
Now I'm at work my school days expired
So when do I get to retire
School Days
Walking through the door into school
Knowing everyone thinks I'm the fool
The children don't learn knowledge but teach hate
Destruction of their own lives is in their fate
The teachers sit there as the kids fight
But if I'm late I get detention that night
I must leave this world of twisted judgment
I must leave the earth if this is how it is meant
Growing weary and worried
Panicked and hurried
I couldn't pause to think
My mind started to shrink
I can't stop to see if I answered correctly
Time was closing fast on me
I finished far too fast
And I couldn't have passed
Now I'm stuck with my low score
And I cannot take any more
Of the disappointed placed upon me
Because the time went so quickly
School Countdown
Ten days left of school deadlines
Nine days left of the teacher that whine
Eight days left of toilsome busywork
Seven days left of the guys who treat me like a jerk
Six days left of waking up at six
Five days left of learning the trainer's tricks
Four days left of exams and tests
Three days left of peers who pest
Two days left of slavery
One day left till I'm finally free
Now I'm at work my school days expired
So when do I get to retire
School Days
Walking through the door into school
Knowing everyone thinks I'm the fool
The children don't learn knowledge but teach hate
Destruction of their own lives is in their fate
The teachers sit there as the kids fight
But if I'm late I get detention that night
I must leave this world of twisted judgment
I must leave the earth if this is how it is meant
Poetry Post 145
World Chaos
Knowledge everywhere but nobody learns
Fear terrorizes society but it's problems are not their concern
Never learning how to love living in fear of hate
Religious doctrine being forced fed but left with no time to meditate
World chaos attacks the family
Then runs rampant in society
But how do you cleanse poisoned fruit
The cure lies in the root
Love Doesn't Live Here Anymore
Confused by lust
Exiled by fear
Bought out by greed
Murdered by hate
Lost, evicted, sold or killed no one is sure
But love doesn't live here anymore
Apathetic World
Politics debating abortion and warfare
There is no sign of diplomacy or health care
Showing a sure sign people don't care
Showing a generation that won't share
Showing mankind won't always be there
Because justice is not represented in our affairs
Knowledge everywhere but nobody learns
Fear terrorizes society but it's problems are not their concern
Never learning how to love living in fear of hate
Religious doctrine being forced fed but left with no time to meditate
World chaos attacks the family
Then runs rampant in society
But how do you cleanse poisoned fruit
The cure lies in the root
Love Doesn't Live Here Anymore
Confused by lust
Exiled by fear
Bought out by greed
Murdered by hate
Lost, evicted, sold or killed no one is sure
But love doesn't live here anymore
Apathetic World
Politics debating abortion and warfare
There is no sign of diplomacy or health care
Showing a sure sign people don't care
Showing a generation that won't share
Showing mankind won't always be there
Because justice is not represented in our affairs
Poetry Post 144
Natural Vacation
Every day I try to go smoothly along
Keeping in rhythm with a smooth song
Evading conflict making sure my life don't go wrong
Staying out of fights makes me feel strong
There is nothing in the world to be hated
When your mental world is isolated
Pack up your thoughts you wish to contemplate
Tote them off with you to wherever your mind shall relocate
Getting Away
Floating across the calm sea
Nothing here to bother me
Getting away on a journey so grand
Without the worries that are on land
A romantic quiet spot for relaxation
No more signs of complication
Easing the pain
Coming back sane
Stationary Wandering
Stationary wandering
Body's still but my mind's pondering
Sitting all day in the same place
My mind's traveling at a faster pace
Hours in my bed I stay
Going millions of places in a day
Every day I try to go smoothly along
Keeping in rhythm with a smooth song
Evading conflict making sure my life don't go wrong
Staying out of fights makes me feel strong
There is nothing in the world to be hated
When your mental world is isolated
Pack up your thoughts you wish to contemplate
Tote them off with you to wherever your mind shall relocate
Getting Away
Floating across the calm sea
Nothing here to bother me
Getting away on a journey so grand
Without the worries that are on land
A romantic quiet spot for relaxation
No more signs of complication
Easing the pain
Coming back sane
Stationary Wandering
Stationary wandering
Body's still but my mind's pondering
Sitting all day in the same place
My mind's traveling at a faster pace
Hours in my bed I stay
Going millions of places in a day
Poetry Post 143
Ultimate Passion
If you give me your love I'll give you my life
You can even own my soul if you'll just be my wife
Whatever of mine that you won't break
I'll give it all for you to take
But I'm not asking simply for flesh but for fleshly affection in return
But I won't take anything that you feel I haven't earn
I seek not to have nor vanquish control
But all I need is your love and you can have my soul
Don't Blame
From Savage Natives to Savage Foreigners
We have a million races to blame for our wars
Don't blame the Jew, don't blame the Muslim
The enemy is not in either of them
Don't blame the black or the Mexican
When they're victimized by the Master Plan
Don't blames the teens or the feminists
When there's domestic violence perpetrated by the middle aged sexists
Don't blame the unwed mothers or the gays
Until you look at your selfish ways
Twenty Something Failure
No school, no job, no girlfriend, no wife
In between phases of life
No rights, no privileges, no rites of passage
Nothing changes at all but my age
Still living at home with my parents
When I should be paying rents
No longer their child but a bum client
How am I to become self reliant
If you give me your love I'll give you my life
You can even own my soul if you'll just be my wife
Whatever of mine that you won't break
I'll give it all for you to take
But I'm not asking simply for flesh but for fleshly affection in return
But I won't take anything that you feel I haven't earn
I seek not to have nor vanquish control
But all I need is your love and you can have my soul
Don't Blame
From Savage Natives to Savage Foreigners
We have a million races to blame for our wars
Don't blame the Jew, don't blame the Muslim
The enemy is not in either of them
Don't blame the black or the Mexican
When they're victimized by the Master Plan
Don't blames the teens or the feminists
When there's domestic violence perpetrated by the middle aged sexists
Don't blame the unwed mothers or the gays
Until you look at your selfish ways
Twenty Something Failure
No school, no job, no girlfriend, no wife
In between phases of life
No rights, no privileges, no rites of passage
Nothing changes at all but my age
Still living at home with my parents
When I should be paying rents
No longer their child but a bum client
How am I to become self reliant
Poetry Post 142
Faulty Witness
I am not a fair witness
I crack down under stress
I can't give valid testimony
I am a fraud and a phony
But I know the evidence well
And of such upon asked I will tell
But just because I have the proof
Doesn't mean I can live up to the truth
Christian Legacy
The life of Jesus was too great to be true
His story too perfect to be created
Bigger than Buddha greater than Gandhi
A legacy too large to be debated
Motivator of wisdom, purity and love
Too ideal to be hated
But the legacy has been distorted
Evil uses His Image to have masses manipulated
Searching For A Reason
We all need some reason to hope
So that we all may learn to cope
By searching for Godly salvation
By searching for a revelation
Some of us look all our life
With only the stress and strife
Of wondering where we're from
Or what's about to come
But some before the day they die
Are fortunate to know the reason why
And are filled with a reason to exist
A reason for them to persist
I am not a fair witness
I crack down under stress
I can't give valid testimony
I am a fraud and a phony
But I know the evidence well
And of such upon asked I will tell
But just because I have the proof
Doesn't mean I can live up to the truth
Christian Legacy
The life of Jesus was too great to be true
His story too perfect to be created
Bigger than Buddha greater than Gandhi
A legacy too large to be debated
Motivator of wisdom, purity and love
Too ideal to be hated
But the legacy has been distorted
Evil uses His Image to have masses manipulated
Searching For A Reason
We all need some reason to hope
So that we all may learn to cope
By searching for Godly salvation
By searching for a revelation
Some of us look all our life
With only the stress and strife
Of wondering where we're from
Or what's about to come
But some before the day they die
Are fortunate to know the reason why
And are filled with a reason to exist
A reason for them to persist
The Monkees (film) - Scene XVIII
(at the bar three weeks later with all 4 Monkees)
Davy: One week before we hit the big time. (Peter hiccups) What's wrong?
Micky: He hiccups before an audition remember.
Davy: Oh yeah, Hey look it's Sharon
Peter: Shannon
Davy: Sharon an ex of mine
Mike: So?
Davy: So we dated two weeks ago, right after I broke up with Valleri and I was looking for a serious relationship.
Micky: Oh yeah, what went wrong?
Davy: She found out about my reputation and broke up with me. I know what I did before isn't exactly trustworthy but she could tell I am a different person than who I was.
Peter: So you're saying it's her fault?
Micky: No I think you mean the other way around.
Davy: No you're both wrong let's just play that stupid song I wrote about her. (song: A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You)
Walk out,
Girl don't you walk out
We've got things to say
Talked out, let's have it talked out
Things will be okay
Girl
I don't want to fight
That I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me, (a little bit me)
And it's a little bit you... too
Don't know... just what I said wrong
But girl I apologize
Don't go... here's where you belong
So wipe the tears from your eyes
Girl
I don't want to find
That I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me
And it's a little bit you... too
Oh girl
I don't want to find
I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me
And it's a little bit you... to
It's a little bit me
It's a little bit you
Girl don't go
no no no no no
Girl don't go
no no no no no
Hey girl
Sharon: (coming up to the band) Hey Davy I liked that song you just sang.
Davy: I wrote it about us.
Sharon: There is still no us
Davy: Then why'd you come over to talk to me?
Sharon: To make sure you were alright and that my message was clear.
Davy: If I got your message clear then how can I be alright?
Sharon: No more of your lines Davy
Peter: Oh those aren't his lines
Davy: (sarcastic) Thanks Peter.
Peter: (sincerely) No problem Davy
Sharon: I gotta go
Davy: Okay (Sharon leaves Davy turns to Peter) What the hell was that about?
Peter: (dumbfounded) What?
Davy: One week before we hit the big time. (Peter hiccups) What's wrong?
Micky: He hiccups before an audition remember.
Davy: Oh yeah, Hey look it's Sharon
Peter: Shannon
Davy: Sharon an ex of mine
Mike: So?
Davy: So we dated two weeks ago, right after I broke up with Valleri and I was looking for a serious relationship.
Micky: Oh yeah, what went wrong?
Davy: She found out about my reputation and broke up with me. I know what I did before isn't exactly trustworthy but she could tell I am a different person than who I was.
Peter: So you're saying it's her fault?
Micky: No I think you mean the other way around.
Davy: No you're both wrong let's just play that stupid song I wrote about her. (song: A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You)
Walk out,
Girl don't you walk out
We've got things to say
Talked out, let's have it talked out
Things will be okay
Girl
I don't want to fight
That I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me, (a little bit me)
And it's a little bit you... too
Don't know... just what I said wrong
But girl I apologize
Don't go... here's where you belong
So wipe the tears from your eyes
Girl
I don't want to find
That I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me
And it's a little bit you... too
Oh girl
I don't want to find
I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me
And it's a little bit you... to
It's a little bit me
It's a little bit you
Girl don't go
no no no no no
Girl don't go
no no no no no
Hey girl
Sharon: (coming up to the band) Hey Davy I liked that song you just sang.
Davy: I wrote it about us.
Sharon: There is still no us
Davy: Then why'd you come over to talk to me?
Sharon: To make sure you were alright and that my message was clear.
Davy: If I got your message clear then how can I be alright?
Sharon: No more of your lines Davy
Peter: Oh those aren't his lines
Davy: (sarcastic) Thanks Peter.
Peter: (sincerely) No problem Davy
Sharon: I gotta go
Davy: Okay (Sharon leaves Davy turns to Peter) What the hell was that about?
Peter: (dumbfounded) What?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Poetry Post 141
Anti-Fashion Conformity
What would you think
If all the Goth chicks would wear pink
Would you change the channel
If grunge stars stop wearing flannel
What would you do
If a skinhead's follicles grew
You'd say they sold out
Without a doubt
Disobeying the anti conformist crowd
Forgetting the differences makes us proud
But now there are two conformities
The popular and the majority of minorities
Everything's a freaking trend
From Spencer's to Ralph Lauren
Betrayed
A stab in the heart leaves a gaping hole
A widening chasm in my soul
I feel myself freefalling without control
I fall deeper as the stab continues to wedge
I see old friends peering over the ledge
Scorners and skeptics on the other edge
No self esteem no security only doubt
Left with no means to get out
Left like a dying dog to whimper and pout
Babel In Babylon
We all have the same pain but not the same language
We linger in anguish without anyone to receive the message
We approach each other like an animal in a cage
We with all our anger can't understand each other's rage
We're always on the alert
Guarding our own fort
Never noticing someone else is hurt
We don't even hear their cries for support
What would you think
If all the Goth chicks would wear pink
Would you change the channel
If grunge stars stop wearing flannel
What would you do
If a skinhead's follicles grew
You'd say they sold out
Without a doubt
Disobeying the anti conformist crowd
Forgetting the differences makes us proud
But now there are two conformities
The popular and the majority of minorities
Everything's a freaking trend
From Spencer's to Ralph Lauren
Betrayed
A stab in the heart leaves a gaping hole
A widening chasm in my soul
I feel myself freefalling without control
I fall deeper as the stab continues to wedge
I see old friends peering over the ledge
Scorners and skeptics on the other edge
No self esteem no security only doubt
Left with no means to get out
Left like a dying dog to whimper and pout
Babel In Babylon
We all have the same pain but not the same language
We linger in anguish without anyone to receive the message
We approach each other like an animal in a cage
We with all our anger can't understand each other's rage
We're always on the alert
Guarding our own fort
Never noticing someone else is hurt
We don't even hear their cries for support
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Poetry Post 140
Mental Dominatrix
There is gravity around your sassy grin
But your take charge eyes draw me in
A tease with a heart pure as gold
Not demeaning but will never be controlled
You make me an animal but you're my tamer
Never flashy in all your sweetheart control glamour
You touch like you tease
But you smile as to please
Carnal lust boils under our whimsical and philosophic essence
You dominate me like a slave in mental sex as I'm lost in your presence
I can let you have every power you could use
Because although you dominate love won't let you abuse
Slave Of A Slave
Why are you with him he doesn't care
He only wants you there
When he's not having an affair
You love him though he treats you like a slave
You seem to have a masochistic crave
I offer my help but don't want me to save
You stay and you cry and you give it another try
And no one knows why
Makes me wanna die
Ebony VI
I sit in my bedroom all alone
Waiting for you to call on the telephone
I'm so depressed and lonely here
I just want to talk to you dear
There's not much fun in anything I do
If I have to do it without you
Moments when you're not there
I wonder if you still care
There is gravity around your sassy grin
But your take charge eyes draw me in
A tease with a heart pure as gold
Not demeaning but will never be controlled
You make me an animal but you're my tamer
Never flashy in all your sweetheart control glamour
You touch like you tease
But you smile as to please
Carnal lust boils under our whimsical and philosophic essence
You dominate me like a slave in mental sex as I'm lost in your presence
I can let you have every power you could use
Because although you dominate love won't let you abuse
Slave Of A Slave
Why are you with him he doesn't care
He only wants you there
When he's not having an affair
You love him though he treats you like a slave
You seem to have a masochistic crave
I offer my help but don't want me to save
You stay and you cry and you give it another try
And no one knows why
Makes me wanna die
Ebony VI
I sit in my bedroom all alone
Waiting for you to call on the telephone
I'm so depressed and lonely here
I just want to talk to you dear
There's not much fun in anything I do
If I have to do it without you
Moments when you're not there
I wonder if you still care
Poetry Post 139
Empty Thrills
In empty thrills I hide
Demons lurk seeing I'm empty inside
As the demons are stuck in me
So am I to cheap ecstasy
The meaningless gives me meaning to live
It's the only thing that dulls the negative
I want to stop but why should I try
Cheap thrills are what are keeping me from wanting to die
How Does It Feel?
How does it feel to be all alone
To have no one calling on your telephone
To be treated worse than being treated unknown
How does it feel to be anti-socially prone
Now that I have a happy family
While yours ended on your self made tragedy
Because you inflicted them with your hostility
Now how you wish you were me
You used to burn my self esteem every time it started to grow
You made me feel in danger anywhere I would go
Because you made the hate of me in everyone I did know
Now fate has made you feel what I felt so many years ago
Whore's Rap
You want a man with money in the hand
And his libido in your command
You know you deserve less than you demand
But to you love is the ultimate prank
You'll be any man's skank
As long as they got money in the bank
Trick for a treat and a treat for a trick
If the check don't clear you'll pull out quick
If the money don't stay you won't stick
What do you care
If there's no cash you aren't there
You'll never give but are always ready to share
Every one of your victims may say you're so fine
But even with pearls you look like swine
Digging in a gold mine
You want more and more
You sell yourself like a store
You resent yourself and your title of whore
I don't judge you for gluttonous lust
But just the way you treat men leaves me disgusted
But you'll regret it when your looks get rusted
In empty thrills I hide
Demons lurk seeing I'm empty inside
As the demons are stuck in me
So am I to cheap ecstasy
The meaningless gives me meaning to live
It's the only thing that dulls the negative
I want to stop but why should I try
Cheap thrills are what are keeping me from wanting to die
How Does It Feel?
How does it feel to be all alone
To have no one calling on your telephone
To be treated worse than being treated unknown
How does it feel to be anti-socially prone
Now that I have a happy family
While yours ended on your self made tragedy
Because you inflicted them with your hostility
Now how you wish you were me
You used to burn my self esteem every time it started to grow
You made me feel in danger anywhere I would go
Because you made the hate of me in everyone I did know
Now fate has made you feel what I felt so many years ago
Whore's Rap
You want a man with money in the hand
And his libido in your command
You know you deserve less than you demand
But to you love is the ultimate prank
You'll be any man's skank
As long as they got money in the bank
Trick for a treat and a treat for a trick
If the check don't clear you'll pull out quick
If the money don't stay you won't stick
What do you care
If there's no cash you aren't there
You'll never give but are always ready to share
Every one of your victims may say you're so fine
But even with pearls you look like swine
Digging in a gold mine
You want more and more
You sell yourself like a store
You resent yourself and your title of whore
I don't judge you for gluttonous lust
But just the way you treat men leaves me disgusted
But you'll regret it when your looks get rusted
Poetry Post 138
The Price Of Life
To set the record clear I am pro-life
But I'm so sick of the strife
Cause the Right don't know the challenges of mothers who aren't a wife
Don't act like you care a bit about the fetus
You look at the poor like you don't even need us
One billion dying in the streets and you won't even feed us
Pacifist
I come with an olive branch and a shield
You won't find me in the battlefield
What's done is done
Truth can't be won
You can't tell who is right
When both sides fight
There is nothing violence can do
To change man's view
Dying For Freedom
Looking two hundred years for the Land of Milk and Honey
I would buy the American Dream if I had the money
Freedom to live protected by the duty to kill
I don't have the power to live on my own free will
We can't buy a piece of the American Pie
When the bakers set the price so high
So I don't live for God, but will die for country
Just so I can live the American Dream to live free
To set the record clear I am pro-life
But I'm so sick of the strife
Cause the Right don't know the challenges of mothers who aren't a wife
Don't act like you care a bit about the fetus
You look at the poor like you don't even need us
One billion dying in the streets and you won't even feed us
Pacifist
I come with an olive branch and a shield
You won't find me in the battlefield
What's done is done
Truth can't be won
You can't tell who is right
When both sides fight
There is nothing violence can do
To change man's view
Dying For Freedom
Looking two hundred years for the Land of Milk and Honey
I would buy the American Dream if I had the money
Freedom to live protected by the duty to kill
I don't have the power to live on my own free will
We can't buy a piece of the American Pie
When the bakers set the price so high
So I don't live for God, but will die for country
Just so I can live the American Dream to live free
Poetry Post 137
I Am
I am cold
I am stone
Before I'm old
I'll die alone
My grave covered in mold
My name never known
Every time for every scold
I answer in a dying moan
Joy greater than gold
I was never shown
I have no love to hold
I am solitude prone
I am too shy or bold
For someone to listen, so I seek relief in a groan
The Race
Where am I going, what is my fate
Do I still have a chance or am I too late
Did I move too fast or procrastinate
Am I early or is everyone gone
Did I miss the marathon
I'm sorry I couldn't see what was going on
I sit shocked and stunned
Did we finish or have we begun
Have I already lost cause I know I haven't won
Fear
Thunder crashing to the ground
No protection has been found
But a deep, dark, sinister hole
Without the presence of a soul
Hiding there for so many years
Killing my childhood with my fears
Pounding out every breath
Wondering of my death
Tired of waiting for the final blow to strike me
Tired of laying helpless like an uprooted tree
I have got out of the dungeon and back on my feet
No longer scared of when death and I might ever meet
I am cold
I am stone
Before I'm old
I'll die alone
My grave covered in mold
My name never known
Every time for every scold
I answer in a dying moan
Joy greater than gold
I was never shown
I have no love to hold
I am solitude prone
I am too shy or bold
For someone to listen, so I seek relief in a groan
The Race
Where am I going, what is my fate
Do I still have a chance or am I too late
Did I move too fast or procrastinate
Am I early or is everyone gone
Did I miss the marathon
I'm sorry I couldn't see what was going on
I sit shocked and stunned
Did we finish or have we begun
Have I already lost cause I know I haven't won
Fear
Thunder crashing to the ground
No protection has been found
But a deep, dark, sinister hole
Without the presence of a soul
Hiding there for so many years
Killing my childhood with my fears
Pounding out every breath
Wondering of my death
Tired of waiting for the final blow to strike me
Tired of laying helpless like an uprooted tree
I have got out of the dungeon and back on my feet
No longer scared of when death and I might ever meet
Friday, March 13, 2009
Poetry Post 136
Never There To Lose
Love is an illusion, love is a drug
Love is a syringe that you hug
Love isn't an emotion just imagination
A fragment of mind's creation
When your mind grows old
Your heart grows cold
You look over every mountaintop and down every valley to travel
Looking but never finding love like you read in a novel
Kindness is something only a few mothers once had
If you can't have fun in cheap ecstasy you're gonna be sad
Love goes into sex economics and then bitter resentment
Those who go anywhere can't fear repentment
You look for Jane Gallanger
And find out all the wrong ones had her
People share
But they never care
It's treat for treat
And that's how they stay complete
Not two roads working as one
Just two cars getting each other's job done
(I can't remember what the last 2 lines are suppose to mean from when I wrote it)
Revolution Dedication
Rooting for the underdog won't do any good slaving for the master
Without full dedication to your cause will cause disaster
Your hands and your heart should fight together in unison
Keep your head in place and goals clear for the sake of your revolution
Never Ending Crusade
Hundreds of years since the last crusade
You'd think the tyranny would fade
But I look and find the Crusades have not halt
Censorship and death, oppression by the powers and democracy's at fault
McCarthy leading witch hunts and Hoover's tapping your phone
You want to say your peace but America's voice is not your own
Ashcroft passed the Patriot Act
Bought the nation's voice on a falsified contract
There is nothing you can say nothing you can do
The nation will not listen to your point of view
If you ain't part of their clan
You're not gonna be part of their plan
If you don't have the money to pay
Then they won't let you have anything to say
Nations continue to censor, kill, rampage and raid
Fighting the Never Ending Crusade
Love is an illusion, love is a drug
Love is a syringe that you hug
Love isn't an emotion just imagination
A fragment of mind's creation
When your mind grows old
Your heart grows cold
You look over every mountaintop and down every valley to travel
Looking but never finding love like you read in a novel
Kindness is something only a few mothers once had
If you can't have fun in cheap ecstasy you're gonna be sad
Love goes into sex economics and then bitter resentment
Those who go anywhere can't fear repentment
You look for Jane Gallanger
And find out all the wrong ones had her
People share
But they never care
It's treat for treat
And that's how they stay complete
Not two roads working as one
Just two cars getting each other's job done
(I can't remember what the last 2 lines are suppose to mean from when I wrote it)
Revolution Dedication
Rooting for the underdog won't do any good slaving for the master
Without full dedication to your cause will cause disaster
Your hands and your heart should fight together in unison
Keep your head in place and goals clear for the sake of your revolution
Never Ending Crusade
Hundreds of years since the last crusade
You'd think the tyranny would fade
But I look and find the Crusades have not halt
Censorship and death, oppression by the powers and democracy's at fault
McCarthy leading witch hunts and Hoover's tapping your phone
You want to say your peace but America's voice is not your own
Ashcroft passed the Patriot Act
Bought the nation's voice on a falsified contract
There is nothing you can say nothing you can do
The nation will not listen to your point of view
If you ain't part of their clan
You're not gonna be part of their plan
If you don't have the money to pay
Then they won't let you have anything to say
Nations continue to censor, kill, rampage and raid
Fighting the Never Ending Crusade
Poetry Post 135
Babylonian Animosity
Preachers and politicians practicing pious
Hypocritically blames their brother as bias
As the Harlot fights with the Beast
A New Son is rising from the East
As the world is blinded by prejudice
Guided by the hands of malice
As the wicked self-destruct
A New Kingdom comes pure in conduct
Televangelists
I am sick of hypocrites who preach
Against everything except the money that they leach
I am sick of the praying phony
Preying off the lonely
Lessons
We receive in order to learn how to give
This places the balance needed to live
Charity and empathy deeply installed installs the full potential of man
So society can be all it can
Understanding, love, moderation
Will unite me to a Godly nation
Preachers and politicians practicing pious
Hypocritically blames their brother as bias
As the Harlot fights with the Beast
A New Son is rising from the East
As the world is blinded by prejudice
Guided by the hands of malice
As the wicked self-destruct
A New Kingdom comes pure in conduct
Televangelists
I am sick of hypocrites who preach
Against everything except the money that they leach
I am sick of the praying phony
Preying off the lonely
Lessons
We receive in order to learn how to give
This places the balance needed to live
Charity and empathy deeply installed installs the full potential of man
So society can be all it can
Understanding, love, moderation
Will unite me to a Godly nation
Poetry Post 134
I Promise To
I promise to help you up
If you won't put me down
I promise to stay with you
If you're willing to stay around
I promise to help you focus
If you are willing to keep your feet on the ground
Yours Forever
I have searched forever
Enduring ev'ry romantic endeavor
Searching for someone as right
You're worth the wait if you're worth the fight
Years of wandering for a mate
And you've made it worth the wait
Even if I can't have you tonight
I know it's right
We've bonded never to be dissever
So I am yours forever
Ebony V
Your kisses heal my bleeding heart
But the scars reopen when we're apart
Your touch is the oasis of my desert
You're the anchor that keeps me at port
You are my sun and my shade
You comfort me as you aide
Our love's a fertile seed
That gives us all we need
I promise to help you up
If you won't put me down
I promise to stay with you
If you're willing to stay around
I promise to help you focus
If you are willing to keep your feet on the ground
Yours Forever
I have searched forever
Enduring ev'ry romantic endeavor
Searching for someone as right
You're worth the wait if you're worth the fight
Years of wandering for a mate
And you've made it worth the wait
Even if I can't have you tonight
I know it's right
We've bonded never to be dissever
So I am yours forever
Ebony V
Your kisses heal my bleeding heart
But the scars reopen when we're apart
Your touch is the oasis of my desert
You're the anchor that keeps me at port
You are my sun and my shade
You comfort me as you aide
Our love's a fertile seed
That gives us all we need
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Poetry Post 133
Lost Poems
I've composed more poems than I've ever written
As I'm writing one there's two I'm forgetting
And many more inspired at an inconvenient time
And others aborted for lack of a rhyme
And every one of the millions I forget is another moment of regret
But I wait to see if they come back by yet
But the poem I write tomorrow won't be like the one I forgot yesterday
The original thought, the original muse, the original inspiration faded away
Crooked Paradox
What a crooked paradox am I
Everything I am is a contradiction or simply a lie
Leaning on rationalization to seek an alibi
Devotion and conviction fail on every try
I vow to do something to validate some self worth
But I continue to appear inconsequential to the Earth
Dirges of despair appear moments of mirth
My eternal debt is the final thought brought forth
Secure Hearts
You are the only one I want to seek out
For only with you do I feel free to speak out
But every moment apart I begin to doubt
Fearing I become someone you can just live without
I don't know if I could stand a chance
Can true friends have true romance
As far as I see I see no reason to end
Because there is no better lover than one who's already a friend
I know this cannot be infatuation
Because we were friends in the first situation
So despite my insecurity I shall not fear separation
Because as friends our romance can make reparation
I've composed more poems than I've ever written
As I'm writing one there's two I'm forgetting
And many more inspired at an inconvenient time
And others aborted for lack of a rhyme
And every one of the millions I forget is another moment of regret
But I wait to see if they come back by yet
But the poem I write tomorrow won't be like the one I forgot yesterday
The original thought, the original muse, the original inspiration faded away
Crooked Paradox
What a crooked paradox am I
Everything I am is a contradiction or simply a lie
Leaning on rationalization to seek an alibi
Devotion and conviction fail on every try
I vow to do something to validate some self worth
But I continue to appear inconsequential to the Earth
Dirges of despair appear moments of mirth
My eternal debt is the final thought brought forth
Secure Hearts
You are the only one I want to seek out
For only with you do I feel free to speak out
But every moment apart I begin to doubt
Fearing I become someone you can just live without
I don't know if I could stand a chance
Can true friends have true romance
As far as I see I see no reason to end
Because there is no better lover than one who's already a friend
I know this cannot be infatuation
Because we were friends in the first situation
So despite my insecurity I shall not fear separation
Because as friends our romance can make reparation
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Monkees film Scene XVII
(Next morning all 4 Monkees plus Mary, Carole and Shannon)
Shannon: So where are all you guys from?
Peter: I lived everywhere up the Northeast coast, primarily Connecticut.
Mike: Texas Dallas area
Micky: L.A.
Davy: Manchester, England
Shannon: Really? How did you guys meet?
Mike: We went to the same LA area college hoping to make it big as a star before we had to graduate.
Shannon: So what did you all study?
Micky: Architecture.
Davy: Performance Arts
Peter: Computer Sciences
Mike: Me too
Shannon: So I guess Mike and Peter met first.
Davy: No we all met at an audition where this performance arts center was hosting a Beatles tribute musical.
Peter: They thought Davy could play Paul if he could play an instrument.
Davy: That's when we formed a band and I learned how to play bass.
Shannon: What drew you guys together?
Mary: They were the last four cut.
Shannon: None of them made it?
Peter: I didn't look enough like a pop star.
Micky: I was manic and spontaneous but I wasn't as witty or classy as the Beatles plus I ad libbed too much.
Mike: I had too much of a country sound for any of the parts.
Mary: Mike and Peter were already accomplished musicians and so was Micky but they needed a drummer and he was a guitarist.
Micky: Davy had stage charisma and would have just been a singer if Mike didn't try to put him in his place and tell him to learn an instrument.
Peter: I went from bass to keyboards.
Carole: So when are we going to audition for The Great American Band and see the Hollywood area.
Micky: There's a problem with that plan, Mike?
Carole: (shocked) What?
Mike: Well it's a short trip but being unemployed, well except for Peter's part time work, we can't afford hotel rooms for all of us unless we share one room and seven is more than they would allow at any hotel so it's only going to be the band.
Mary: (angry) You can't even get a second room for me and you?
Mike: Lay off it's only a week and you know I'll be faithful.
Mary: How is it only one week?
Mike: Because if we last more than one episode we'll fly you all down to the show.
Mary: (bitter) Fine
Mike: Okay tomorrow we'll practice again at the Vincent Van Gogh Gogh.
Peter: What song?
Mike: All of them.
Davy: Which are we going to use for the audition?
Mike: No clue, anyone wrote anything new?
Micky: Let's just practice what we already know.
Shannon: So where are all you guys from?
Peter: I lived everywhere up the Northeast coast, primarily Connecticut.
Mike: Texas Dallas area
Micky: L.A.
Davy: Manchester, England
Shannon: Really? How did you guys meet?
Mike: We went to the same LA area college hoping to make it big as a star before we had to graduate.
Shannon: So what did you all study?
Micky: Architecture.
Davy: Performance Arts
Peter: Computer Sciences
Mike: Me too
Shannon: So I guess Mike and Peter met first.
Davy: No we all met at an audition where this performance arts center was hosting a Beatles tribute musical.
Peter: They thought Davy could play Paul if he could play an instrument.
Davy: That's when we formed a band and I learned how to play bass.
Shannon: What drew you guys together?
Mary: They were the last four cut.
Shannon: None of them made it?
Peter: I didn't look enough like a pop star.
Micky: I was manic and spontaneous but I wasn't as witty or classy as the Beatles plus I ad libbed too much.
Mike: I had too much of a country sound for any of the parts.
Mary: Mike and Peter were already accomplished musicians and so was Micky but they needed a drummer and he was a guitarist.
Micky: Davy had stage charisma and would have just been a singer if Mike didn't try to put him in his place and tell him to learn an instrument.
Peter: I went from bass to keyboards.
Carole: So when are we going to audition for The Great American Band and see the Hollywood area.
Micky: There's a problem with that plan, Mike?
Carole: (shocked) What?
Mike: Well it's a short trip but being unemployed, well except for Peter's part time work, we can't afford hotel rooms for all of us unless we share one room and seven is more than they would allow at any hotel so it's only going to be the band.
Mary: (angry) You can't even get a second room for me and you?
Mike: Lay off it's only a week and you know I'll be faithful.
Mary: How is it only one week?
Mike: Because if we last more than one episode we'll fly you all down to the show.
Mary: (bitter) Fine
Mike: Okay tomorrow we'll practice again at the Vincent Van Gogh Gogh.
Peter: What song?
Mike: All of them.
Davy: Which are we going to use for the audition?
Mike: No clue, anyone wrote anything new?
Micky: Let's just practice what we already know.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Poetry Post 132
Out Of My Bed
Hide me in my bed
From these days I've come to dread
Another stone on a mountain of stress
Piling up in measures so limitless
I want to hallow it out and hide in a cave instead
If I was never to get out of my bed again
There's one less stone to be tossed in
There's one less boulder
On my shoulder
And a start of the mountain's end
Dedicated To A Dying Hero
It's so sad to see you go
You are the best friend I never could know
It is too hard to carry that weight
The weight of a death of someone so great
Wasting Time
I'm sorry I need an escape a relaxing distraction
Something to release the stress of immobile action
Always doing and never going
No accomplishment showing
Moving from mission to mission
I need an intermission
Places to go that always close too early
No reliable transportation available to me
No money to get my work to the next stages
And I have no job no reliable wages
Nothing necessary I have but time
Wasting it was a necessary crime
I have nothing constructive to do with it
So I saw no crime in wasting a bit
Hide me in my bed
From these days I've come to dread
Another stone on a mountain of stress
Piling up in measures so limitless
I want to hallow it out and hide in a cave instead
If I was never to get out of my bed again
There's one less stone to be tossed in
There's one less boulder
On my shoulder
And a start of the mountain's end
Dedicated To A Dying Hero
It's so sad to see you go
You are the best friend I never could know
It is too hard to carry that weight
The weight of a death of someone so great
Wasting Time
I'm sorry I need an escape a relaxing distraction
Something to release the stress of immobile action
Always doing and never going
No accomplishment showing
Moving from mission to mission
I need an intermission
Places to go that always close too early
No reliable transportation available to me
No money to get my work to the next stages
And I have no job no reliable wages
Nothing necessary I have but time
Wasting it was a necessary crime
I have nothing constructive to do with it
So I saw no crime in wasting a bit
Poetry Post 131
Doing Fine
When people ask me how I'm doing I say "fine I guess"
There is nothing I need to confess
Because no news is good news and there is no bad press
So by all accounts I think it's going good
I may not be doing all I could or should
But that is well understood
But though my good acts don't go far
My bad acts stay right where they are
So I'm doing just fine by any bar
Starting Life Over
Don't be afraid of trying
Escape, be free, start flying
Flee to a world of trees
Among the nightly breeze
A calm world is waiting for you
Start your life fresh and new
Where the green grass grows
And the lazy flower bed flows
Stay in peace
Let the pain cease
All of life is in harmony
The way God said it ought to be
Music II
Listening to my radio in bed
Calmness in my body and head
The music just soothes my spirit
All my demons halt when I hear it
The world of pain is frozen still
No more being teased or ill
The new world too good to be real
After it ends pain is all I feel
When people ask me how I'm doing I say "fine I guess"
There is nothing I need to confess
Because no news is good news and there is no bad press
So by all accounts I think it's going good
I may not be doing all I could or should
But that is well understood
But though my good acts don't go far
My bad acts stay right where they are
So I'm doing just fine by any bar
Starting Life Over
Don't be afraid of trying
Escape, be free, start flying
Flee to a world of trees
Among the nightly breeze
A calm world is waiting for you
Start your life fresh and new
Where the green grass grows
And the lazy flower bed flows
Stay in peace
Let the pain cease
All of life is in harmony
The way God said it ought to be
Music II
Listening to my radio in bed
Calmness in my body and head
The music just soothes my spirit
All my demons halt when I hear it
The world of pain is frozen still
No more being teased or ill
The new world too good to be real
After it ends pain is all I feel
Poetry Post 130
Drafted II
Twenty years after the war
They're back fighting even more
Against the same nation as before
Now I've been called to the draft for a nation that lied
For they said a commie's attack was how he died
When it was highly propagandized mass suicide
Why can't they face their mistake
But yet another they make
So I must run from the law for human life's sake
Nothing Changes
Nothing changes people are still being left in need
Victims suffering from another man's greed
Across the land people are blind to any solution
All they see are the effects of the pollution
This should heighten one's resolution
To change this institution
But I don't know where their resolution went
But with time, work and money people turn indifferent
Worthless War
There is nothing noble about war
There is nothing glorious about gore
There is nothing worth killing for
What is romantic about the battles of yore
Why fight worthless wars anymore
Twenty years after the war
They're back fighting even more
Against the same nation as before
Now I've been called to the draft for a nation that lied
For they said a commie's attack was how he died
When it was highly propagandized mass suicide
Why can't they face their mistake
But yet another they make
So I must run from the law for human life's sake
Nothing Changes
Nothing changes people are still being left in need
Victims suffering from another man's greed
Across the land people are blind to any solution
All they see are the effects of the pollution
This should heighten one's resolution
To change this institution
But I don't know where their resolution went
But with time, work and money people turn indifferent
Worthless War
There is nothing noble about war
There is nothing glorious about gore
There is nothing worth killing for
What is romantic about the battles of yore
Why fight worthless wars anymore
Poetry Post 129
Looking For Reason, Faith, Peace
Hundreds of years the hunting hasn't ceased
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Prisoners waiting for release
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Reason is the truth behind the truth
A link between a clue and the proof
Faith is the security of proven fact
A certainty without any lack
Peace is absolute freedom of existence
Without force, restraint or resistance
But reason has been reclusive
Faith has been illusive
And peace has been elusive
And those results are all that seem conclusive
Emotional Slavery
Hunchbacked from a burden you cannot see
My frail, broken shadow shows a soul of slavery
My master is the master of depression
He whips me into anguish and aggression
You wouldn't understand why I'm so frustrated and dramatic
But in my life self doubt and self hatred come automatic
Failure is not an option it's my lifestyle
Misery is not a feeling, but my genetic profile
So you ask expectations to be set upon me
But what can you expect when I'm not emotionally free
King David
On the road of King David I wish to trod
A human soul with the will of God
A brilliant hope to those living with sin
Proving flesh is an obstacle to even the holiest of men
I wish to be such a warrior of ethical humanity
Someone who in battle can maintain moral sanity
From Goliath, to Saul, to Bathsheba, to Absalom
You had many resentful feelings to overcome
Your passion for all things divine in man and beast
Makes you a hero and a friend to say the least
I feel like I know where you come from
Hopefully I'll follow you into Jehovah's Kingdom
Hundreds of years the hunting hasn't ceased
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Prisoners waiting for release
Looking for reason, faith, and peace
Reason is the truth behind the truth
A link between a clue and the proof
Faith is the security of proven fact
A certainty without any lack
Peace is absolute freedom of existence
Without force, restraint or resistance
But reason has been reclusive
Faith has been illusive
And peace has been elusive
And those results are all that seem conclusive
Emotional Slavery
Hunchbacked from a burden you cannot see
My frail, broken shadow shows a soul of slavery
My master is the master of depression
He whips me into anguish and aggression
You wouldn't understand why I'm so frustrated and dramatic
But in my life self doubt and self hatred come automatic
Failure is not an option it's my lifestyle
Misery is not a feeling, but my genetic profile
So you ask expectations to be set upon me
But what can you expect when I'm not emotionally free
King David
On the road of King David I wish to trod
A human soul with the will of God
A brilliant hope to those living with sin
Proving flesh is an obstacle to even the holiest of men
I wish to be such a warrior of ethical humanity
Someone who in battle can maintain moral sanity
From Goliath, to Saul, to Bathsheba, to Absalom
You had many resentful feelings to overcome
Your passion for all things divine in man and beast
Makes you a hero and a friend to say the least
I feel like I know where you come from
Hopefully I'll follow you into Jehovah's Kingdom
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Volume 128 of Poems (got more rhymes than J Ds got Salingers)
Natural Love
When I talk to you I feel no social anxiety
Because when I talk to you, you become a part of me
You sit without judgment so I can speak freely
But your compassion and care turn me on
And then the comfort level is all gone
Because I want too much to strengthen the bond
So I quietly wait for your love to grow forward
And you can be part of the relationship I'm headed toward
And our love can our love's reward
Do You Think?
Do you really think you know what it's like to be "independent?"
Do you think you can find hope without commitment?
Do you think making it on your own is abandoning those who loved you?
Do you think it means not having to think it through?
Do you think independence makes you free
Even when you leave all sense of community?
Are you happy with no one but the pictures on your shelf?
Are you fulfilled living for nothing, nothing more than yourself?
Saint Nobody
Do you know of Saint Nobody
Never acts weird never looks gaudy
Lives a life lacking the need of correction
In an ideal world he's the model of perfection
He lives with no form of contradiction
A prime example of social restriction
He's the saint from Nowhere
And its not that he doesn't care
He just assumes the world is fair
And there's resolution to every prayer
And to question is something he just wouldn't dare
He can't just be Mr. Someone of Somewhere
When I talk to you I feel no social anxiety
Because when I talk to you, you become a part of me
You sit without judgment so I can speak freely
But your compassion and care turn me on
And then the comfort level is all gone
Because I want too much to strengthen the bond
So I quietly wait for your love to grow forward
And you can be part of the relationship I'm headed toward
And our love can our love's reward
Do You Think?
Do you really think you know what it's like to be "independent?"
Do you think you can find hope without commitment?
Do you think making it on your own is abandoning those who loved you?
Do you think it means not having to think it through?
Do you think independence makes you free
Even when you leave all sense of community?
Are you happy with no one but the pictures on your shelf?
Are you fulfilled living for nothing, nothing more than yourself?
Saint Nobody
Do you know of Saint Nobody
Never acts weird never looks gaudy
Lives a life lacking the need of correction
In an ideal world he's the model of perfection
He lives with no form of contradiction
A prime example of social restriction
He's the saint from Nowhere
And its not that he doesn't care
He just assumes the world is fair
And there's resolution to every prayer
And to question is something he just wouldn't dare
He can't just be Mr. Someone of Somewhere
Saturday, March 7, 2009
127th Volume of Poetic Works
Public Isolation
I'm sick of all the stranger's faces
I'm the loneliest in social places
I don't like staying around
Just to put my hands in my pocket staring at the ground
If I gonna listen to conversations I can't take part in
I'd rather hear it from my record bin
I try to mix with the crowd
No one seems to hear when I scream out loud
I try to break the walls of social anxiety
But what's the use when you're shunned by society
Don't Worry
Don't worry about the rest of the world it doesn't matter
They're all lost in meaningless chatter
Don't worry about what they thought of you
For of you they hardly knew
Don't worry about what they think
They'll be gone in a blink
And they take the trivial so seriously
And they take the serious so frivolously
All Things Are Lost
Nothing is as good as it seems
Every day I'm faced with broken dreams
Every day living in hopelessness
With my questioned future adding to my stress
All things are lost and gone forever
What I had yesterday I shall see again never
Yet I must find a way
To keep what was mine yesterday
I'm sick of all the stranger's faces
I'm the loneliest in social places
I don't like staying around
Just to put my hands in my pocket staring at the ground
If I gonna listen to conversations I can't take part in
I'd rather hear it from my record bin
I try to mix with the crowd
No one seems to hear when I scream out loud
I try to break the walls of social anxiety
But what's the use when you're shunned by society
Don't Worry
Don't worry about the rest of the world it doesn't matter
They're all lost in meaningless chatter
Don't worry about what they thought of you
For of you they hardly knew
Don't worry about what they think
They'll be gone in a blink
And they take the trivial so seriously
And they take the serious so frivolously
All Things Are Lost
Nothing is as good as it seems
Every day I'm faced with broken dreams
Every day living in hopelessness
With my questioned future adding to my stress
All things are lost and gone forever
What I had yesterday I shall see again never
Yet I must find a way
To keep what was mine yesterday
Friday, March 6, 2009
126 Poetry Posts Unread
Hold On
Hold on to when we were young
To be true to the songs that we sung
Hold on to those that we love
And to God up above
For it's the only way for me and you
To possible get through
This world of misery
And finally have a way to be set free
Heaven
Heaven is a place on Earth
Where you see what your life is worth
Where you find your place among creation
A Place where you rest in eternal appreciation
Heaven is with the animals living together
Heaven is a good walk in fair weather
Heaven is the music playing in your head
Heaven is the comfort of your bed
Heaven is finding the good of humanity
Heaven is finding a little piece of sanity
Heaven can be a place we make
If you choose to partake
Evolution Of Creation
Working with my nose to the grindstone
Trying to make my mark on a milestone
Create something that I can call my own
Just to kill all this time I'm alone
I'll take the pain of my bleeding heart
And use it to paint my literary art
Fire off another revolution to start
Selling out my ethics in a shopping cart
Hold on to when we were young
To be true to the songs that we sung
Hold on to those that we love
And to God up above
For it's the only way for me and you
To possible get through
This world of misery
And finally have a way to be set free
Heaven
Heaven is a place on Earth
Where you see what your life is worth
Where you find your place among creation
A Place where you rest in eternal appreciation
Heaven is with the animals living together
Heaven is a good walk in fair weather
Heaven is the music playing in your head
Heaven is the comfort of your bed
Heaven is finding the good of humanity
Heaven is finding a little piece of sanity
Heaven can be a place we make
If you choose to partake
Evolution Of Creation
Working with my nose to the grindstone
Trying to make my mark on a milestone
Create something that I can call my own
Just to kill all this time I'm alone
I'll take the pain of my bleeding heart
And use it to paint my literary art
Fire off another revolution to start
Selling out my ethics in a shopping cart
Poetry Post 125
Poverty Injustice
The world seems so unfair
When you look around a world that doesn't care
That a billion go to bed with stomachs bare
But there are a million products for Valley Girl hair
Psychologists, politicians and Hollywood are just examples of an emotional whore
They will care more for those who pay more
But the homeless can't afford their inherit rights
Because no one gives a crap about their plights
Revolution
You can take my gun, my money, my microphone
You can deport, arrest or just leave me alone
You can burn and destroy everything I own
But as long as I have my voice I will make things known
Expose the things that won't get shown
Lincoln, Marx, Gandhi and King taught us revolution's eternal
Burning from our passions internal
Built on convictions we hold personal
That we hold before anything national
Faith in logic not the pathos to lead us to the rational
Columbine
I lived through Columbine
I saw myself walking a thin line
I was a white boy living outside the majority
A demograph stereotyped to be a neo-Nazi
I was an outspoken wallflower
Living without power
Although violence I shun
Others feared I'd hide behind a gun
But I don't scapegoat my lot
And I am not a bigot
I don't look to be a death sentence judge
On others I shouldn't hold a grudge
Whether you're black, red, yellow or white
I don't want to fight
But I stand by my will
I'm outspoken still
My belief is my word
And it shall be my only sword
With which to change worlds of each mind
To preach to love all mankind
The world seems so unfair
When you look around a world that doesn't care
That a billion go to bed with stomachs bare
But there are a million products for Valley Girl hair
Psychologists, politicians and Hollywood are just examples of an emotional whore
They will care more for those who pay more
But the homeless can't afford their inherit rights
Because no one gives a crap about their plights
Revolution
You can take my gun, my money, my microphone
You can deport, arrest or just leave me alone
You can burn and destroy everything I own
But as long as I have my voice I will make things known
Expose the things that won't get shown
Lincoln, Marx, Gandhi and King taught us revolution's eternal
Burning from our passions internal
Built on convictions we hold personal
That we hold before anything national
Faith in logic not the pathos to lead us to the rational
Columbine
I lived through Columbine
I saw myself walking a thin line
I was a white boy living outside the majority
A demograph stereotyped to be a neo-Nazi
I was an outspoken wallflower
Living without power
Although violence I shun
Others feared I'd hide behind a gun
But I don't scapegoat my lot
And I am not a bigot
I don't look to be a death sentence judge
On others I shouldn't hold a grudge
Whether you're black, red, yellow or white
I don't want to fight
But I stand by my will
I'm outspoken still
My belief is my word
And it shall be my only sword
With which to change worlds of each mind
To preach to love all mankind
In case You're still counting it's 124
Support Group
So you say the world has too little to offer you
Love and pleasure is all too few
And there's little that we can do
Well sometimes I feel that way too
So you say this wasted world will never know
Of the love it could show
And from this filth it would never grow
Well I feel that way also
The load is off my mind
I never thought I'd find
Or that there ever could be
Someone who feels just like me
School Importance
At school I walk down a lonely hall
Sports figures and trophies shelved on the wall
No credit to the kids who want to learn
Those popular kids' education isn't their concern
All the kids do is party all night and play all day
No place for outcasts like me
Kids not searching for enlightenment but popularity
All artisticness and creativity has perished
Clothes, parties, dates is all the cherish
Nothing left for me here so I must go on my way
Foolish Questions
People ask why am I in pain all the time
As if being a victim was a crime
And no one asks if they could offer a hand
They just leave me behind in an emotionally deserted land
People ask me why am I so strange
They always ask me to change
They don't understand I just have a different way
To carry me through each aching day
People ask me why do I stay here when I have no importance to anybody
Well I'd say I am here I am important to me and just like you I am somebody
But these foolish questions shouldn't bother me
The people who ask don't know how to be socially free
So you say the world has too little to offer you
Love and pleasure is all too few
And there's little that we can do
Well sometimes I feel that way too
So you say this wasted world will never know
Of the love it could show
And from this filth it would never grow
Well I feel that way also
The load is off my mind
I never thought I'd find
Or that there ever could be
Someone who feels just like me
School Importance
At school I walk down a lonely hall
Sports figures and trophies shelved on the wall
No credit to the kids who want to learn
Those popular kids' education isn't their concern
All the kids do is party all night and play all day
No place for outcasts like me
Kids not searching for enlightenment but popularity
All artisticness and creativity has perished
Clothes, parties, dates is all the cherish
Nothing left for me here so I must go on my way
Foolish Questions
People ask why am I in pain all the time
As if being a victim was a crime
And no one asks if they could offer a hand
They just leave me behind in an emotionally deserted land
People ask me why am I so strange
They always ask me to change
They don't understand I just have a different way
To carry me through each aching day
People ask me why do I stay here when I have no importance to anybody
Well I'd say I am here I am important to me and just like you I am somebody
But these foolish questions shouldn't bother me
The people who ask don't know how to be socially free
The Monkees (film) Scene XVI
(Davy in Davy's room on his cell phone)
Davy: So there is no hope of us getting back together Joan?
Joan: Not after what you did.
Davy: I see (dials another number) hey Donna it's me Davy Jones
Donna: Davy hey I hope this isn't a case of drunk dialing.
Davy: No I'm sober.
Donna: And this isn't a booty call?
Davy: Not quite. I'm looking back on my life looking to see if I missed my soul mate.
Donna: Well you weren't looking for a soul mate when we went out.
Davy: I know but...
Donna: Look I hope I'm not your last call just because well I'm married.
Davy: Since when?
Donna: It was about nine months after we broke up.
Davy: That must have been a quick courtship.
Donna: Sort of, I knew the guy as a friend before we even dated, maybe you should not call ex girlfriends but just friends who are girls.
Davy: I don't really have any.
Donna: Why?
Davy: I don't know.
Donna: Well okay bye.
Davy: Bye (dials another number) Hello Lucy?
Lucy: Hey Davy what's going on?
Davy: I just wanted to call to ask you out.
Lucy: I thought you weren't looking for a serious relationship?
Davy: Not then why?
Lucy: Well I already have two boyfriends.
Davy: Who?
Lucy: George and Eric.
Davy: Who?
Lucy: They're guitarists from different bands.
Davy: So you don't want to settle down.
Lucy: I tried that with George but neither of us wanted marriage in the end.
Davy: Okay fine (dials another number) Sandra how are you?
Sandra: What's going on it's one o clock?
Davy: Sorry I just wanted to get in touch and see if you want to get back?
Sandra: Not really interested we broke up two years ago when you thought you could do better and I'm just getting over the rejection.
Davy: Well I'm truly sorry I'm not quite aware of how rude I can be with women and I'm getting to regret it the more I look back at it.
Sandra: I hoped you would.
Davy: Well you should be happy that I'm not (hangs up) (Song; A Man Without A Dream)
With the music of life
My soul is out of tune
And I feel like I'm growing old
Much too soon
My love I just couldn't compare
And the key to my happiness
I let slip away
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Instead of striving to reach my goals in life
I got distracted with mean, endless games
For just an illusion I traded love that was real
Now my eyes cannot see and my heart cannot feel
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Sometimes I think I'm a prisoner of fate
Doomed to find out things a little too late
And so I must play this broken man's roll
Unless you come home girl
And bring back my soul
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Without a dream...
Davy: So there is no hope of us getting back together Joan?
Joan: Not after what you did.
Davy: I see (dials another number) hey Donna it's me Davy Jones
Donna: Davy hey I hope this isn't a case of drunk dialing.
Davy: No I'm sober.
Donna: And this isn't a booty call?
Davy: Not quite. I'm looking back on my life looking to see if I missed my soul mate.
Donna: Well you weren't looking for a soul mate when we went out.
Davy: I know but...
Donna: Look I hope I'm not your last call just because well I'm married.
Davy: Since when?
Donna: It was about nine months after we broke up.
Davy: That must have been a quick courtship.
Donna: Sort of, I knew the guy as a friend before we even dated, maybe you should not call ex girlfriends but just friends who are girls.
Davy: I don't really have any.
Donna: Why?
Davy: I don't know.
Donna: Well okay bye.
Davy: Bye (dials another number) Hello Lucy?
Lucy: Hey Davy what's going on?
Davy: I just wanted to call to ask you out.
Lucy: I thought you weren't looking for a serious relationship?
Davy: Not then why?
Lucy: Well I already have two boyfriends.
Davy: Who?
Lucy: George and Eric.
Davy: Who?
Lucy: They're guitarists from different bands.
Davy: So you don't want to settle down.
Lucy: I tried that with George but neither of us wanted marriage in the end.
Davy: Okay fine (dials another number) Sandra how are you?
Sandra: What's going on it's one o clock?
Davy: Sorry I just wanted to get in touch and see if you want to get back?
Sandra: Not really interested we broke up two years ago when you thought you could do better and I'm just getting over the rejection.
Davy: Well I'm truly sorry I'm not quite aware of how rude I can be with women and I'm getting to regret it the more I look back at it.
Sandra: I hoped you would.
Davy: Well you should be happy that I'm not (hangs up) (Song; A Man Without A Dream)
With the music of life
My soul is out of tune
And I feel like I'm growing old
Much too soon
My love I just couldn't compare
And the key to my happiness
I let slip away
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Instead of striving to reach my goals in life
I got distracted with mean, endless games
For just an illusion I traded love that was real
Now my eyes cannot see and my heart cannot feel
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Sometimes I think I'm a prisoner of fate
Doomed to find out things a little too late
And so I must play this broken man's roll
Unless you come home girl
And bring back my soul
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Without a dream...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Poetry Vol 123
Something Happens
Something happens every time I'm with you
Something only your friendship can do
When my spirit is consumed in depression
Only your company puts it in regression
As long as I can know that you do care
There's very little I cannot bear
I do not fear this being within your capability
Because I know you would not abuse the responsibility
Something Heartfelt
The fleshly rose that glows when you grin
Does something to me within
I feel something heartfelt
Like the ice in my veins begin to melt
A cold lonely mountain revived in the morning spring sun
You've done what I feared could never be done
But when the moon arrives so does the frost
And everything you've done for me is lost
Only a memory and a hope to see you tomorrow
Allows tolerance to get through this sorrow
Until then I'll pretend everything is alright
Dreaming of a world where we're united tonight
So Humbled
Any joy lost could be gained again
Except if I lose you as a friend
Pardon if my rhymes aren't perfect
They don't mean to imply inspirational defect
But you showed progress can come without restraint
Your friendship has come without fear, anxiety or any complaint
No time I spend with you ends up in strife
You are my first shot at love and even more my second shot at life
There is only one fear in something so near perfection
That time and space might naturally erode our connection
So I seek you out to show appreciation
To serve as our emotional protection
Something happens every time I'm with you
Something only your friendship can do
When my spirit is consumed in depression
Only your company puts it in regression
As long as I can know that you do care
There's very little I cannot bear
I do not fear this being within your capability
Because I know you would not abuse the responsibility
Something Heartfelt
The fleshly rose that glows when you grin
Does something to me within
I feel something heartfelt
Like the ice in my veins begin to melt
A cold lonely mountain revived in the morning spring sun
You've done what I feared could never be done
But when the moon arrives so does the frost
And everything you've done for me is lost
Only a memory and a hope to see you tomorrow
Allows tolerance to get through this sorrow
Until then I'll pretend everything is alright
Dreaming of a world where we're united tonight
So Humbled
Any joy lost could be gained again
Except if I lose you as a friend
Pardon if my rhymes aren't perfect
They don't mean to imply inspirational defect
But you showed progress can come without restraint
Your friendship has come without fear, anxiety or any complaint
No time I spend with you ends up in strife
You are my first shot at love and even more my second shot at life
There is only one fear in something so near perfection
That time and space might naturally erode our connection
So I seek you out to show appreciation
To serve as our emotional protection
Volume 122 of Poetry
Words Of Love
Words of love
Will get you a push and a shove
If you talk to those who judge and hate
Or if you speak with those who won't relate
But don't let that make you grow cold
Because if you keep searching for a heart of gold
You will find one fluent in the language of love
A Blessing from the Lord Above
The Crisis
The abused child
Teens going wild
Spousal beating
Spousal cheating
Girls start drinking
Girls stop thinking
Runaway youth
Distorted truth
Religious war
That glorify gore
Minority haters
Gun law violators
Teens pushed by thugs
As teens push the drugs
The unsolved caper
Of the date raper
Mom is going ballistic
It seems unrealistic
But everything named is just a statistic
Scared
Laying down in my fear
Thinking my end is near
Nothing to do but to ache in my pain
Until I have risen healthy again
Words of love
Will get you a push and a shove
If you talk to those who judge and hate
Or if you speak with those who won't relate
But don't let that make you grow cold
Because if you keep searching for a heart of gold
You will find one fluent in the language of love
A Blessing from the Lord Above
The Crisis
The abused child
Teens going wild
Spousal beating
Spousal cheating
Girls start drinking
Girls stop thinking
Runaway youth
Distorted truth
Religious war
That glorify gore
Minority haters
Gun law violators
Teens pushed by thugs
As teens push the drugs
The unsolved caper
Of the date raper
Mom is going ballistic
It seems unrealistic
But everything named is just a statistic
Scared
Laying down in my fear
Thinking my end is near
Nothing to do but to ache in my pain
Until I have risen healthy again
A total of 121 Poetry Posts
Panic
Panic is on the grow
The source of which I do not know
Struck motionless in a world on the go
I'll be knocked down on the very next blow
Racing
Going insane
Living in the fast lane
Traveling faster than a jet plane
Nothing to lose everything to gain
Gotta keep moving fast
Trying to get out of the past
Hoping my failures won't last
Trying to age in a blast
Sold Out
An artist with power over the masses carries a curse
They become a cash cow milked dry
Then they are a beaten dead horse
No longer a visionary just a fad
Just an emotional prostitute
Then a jingle in a commercial ad
Panic is on the grow
The source of which I do not know
Struck motionless in a world on the go
I'll be knocked down on the very next blow
Racing
Going insane
Living in the fast lane
Traveling faster than a jet plane
Nothing to lose everything to gain
Gotta keep moving fast
Trying to get out of the past
Hoping my failures won't last
Trying to age in a blast
Sold Out
An artist with power over the masses carries a curse
They become a cash cow milked dry
Then they are a beaten dead horse
No longer a visionary just a fad
Just an emotional prostitute
Then a jingle in a commercial ad
Volume 120 Poetry
Idle Dreams II
I spend my life chasing idle dreams
Wading through the harsh torrents of the stream
Tripping over rocks from running too fast
On a pointless race I come in last
Misery
Sitting alone looking at the world around me
Trapped on either side of the telescope is misery
I look at the, laughing and playing all day
All of them sinning in every way
I know to be like them isn't worth any of it
For I know what you give is all that you ever get
But on my side there is nobody here
Except for me, my sadness and my jeer
Over there is hate and oppression
With me is only my depression
I sit here alone while they laugh at me
They don't care about others misery
I do not know why I suffer from oppression
Or why I am put alone in isolation
I don't know why I have to put up with them
The light of my hope is growing quickly dim
Whoever invented prejudice
Should try to live like this
To run and hide and live like me
Could that jerk live with my misery
Now here's a new idea opposite of hate
Love each other before it's too late
You got to turn this ship around
Before it wrecks to the ground
Cries Of Freedom
Chained to the wall
Screaming down the hall
But no one hears my call
If I can't liberate myself no one can at all
I spend my life chasing idle dreams
Wading through the harsh torrents of the stream
Tripping over rocks from running too fast
On a pointless race I come in last
Misery
Sitting alone looking at the world around me
Trapped on either side of the telescope is misery
I look at the, laughing and playing all day
All of them sinning in every way
I know to be like them isn't worth any of it
For I know what you give is all that you ever get
But on my side there is nobody here
Except for me, my sadness and my jeer
Over there is hate and oppression
With me is only my depression
I sit here alone while they laugh at me
They don't care about others misery
I do not know why I suffer from oppression
Or why I am put alone in isolation
I don't know why I have to put up with them
The light of my hope is growing quickly dim
Whoever invented prejudice
Should try to live like this
To run and hide and live like me
Could that jerk live with my misery
Now here's a new idea opposite of hate
Love each other before it's too late
You got to turn this ship around
Before it wrecks to the ground
Cries Of Freedom
Chained to the wall
Screaming down the hall
But no one hears my call
If I can't liberate myself no one can at all
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Poetry Post 119
Walking In The Path Of God
The sight of the sinner is trapped by limitation
So God's patient when we fall in the trap of temptation
But he who walks alone is a victim of pride
For how can he rise up with no one by his side
Sometimes even the righteous wander and lose sight
Feeling alone, trying to figure out what's right
But Jehovah comes to all who earnestly pray
And guides the sheep who once wandered astray
Through A Window
Through a window I can see, touch and feel
Through a window I can tell what is real
Through a little window in my room
I can escape my sense of doom
I can see a bright embracing sun in a blue infinite sky
I can see frolicking animals chasing, playing, going by
Through a window I have a gift to dream
Through a window I can make everything look how I want it to seem
Caesar's Demands
God's things to Caesar Caesar's things for yourself
Morality is the one thing you can't buy with your wealth
You want men who are willing to sacrifice
Without caring that they alone carry the price
While you rape the land of every virtue
Spreading the disease of your hypocritical view
Where is the truth when you deceive us into war
Where is charity when you ignore the beggar at your door
Where is love when you only have derision for welfare moms
Where is faith when your only hope is wealth and bombs
You swear by the Bible but you enforce by the gun
Makes me wonder if you even know which war needs to be won
The sight of the sinner is trapped by limitation
So God's patient when we fall in the trap of temptation
But he who walks alone is a victim of pride
For how can he rise up with no one by his side
Sometimes even the righteous wander and lose sight
Feeling alone, trying to figure out what's right
But Jehovah comes to all who earnestly pray
And guides the sheep who once wandered astray
Through A Window
Through a window I can see, touch and feel
Through a window I can tell what is real
Through a little window in my room
I can escape my sense of doom
I can see a bright embracing sun in a blue infinite sky
I can see frolicking animals chasing, playing, going by
Through a window I have a gift to dream
Through a window I can make everything look how I want it to seem
Caesar's Demands
God's things to Caesar Caesar's things for yourself
Morality is the one thing you can't buy with your wealth
You want men who are willing to sacrifice
Without caring that they alone carry the price
While you rape the land of every virtue
Spreading the disease of your hypocritical view
Where is the truth when you deceive us into war
Where is charity when you ignore the beggar at your door
Where is love when you only have derision for welfare moms
Where is faith when your only hope is wealth and bombs
You swear by the Bible but you enforce by the gun
Makes me wonder if you even know which war needs to be won
Poetry Post 118
Unpowerful
You can't make a difference by being the same
And it is not the odd who should be given the blame
For all the tragedies to which there has came
For the poor and the few have little power to use
But it is the many with money that have power to abuse
The victims of their power are the ones they accuse
And the criminals lead the prosecution
And the jury buys into the institution
And the random select are sent to their execution
Look At
Look at the gun in your hand
Look at the slaves you have at your command
Look at the destruction you cursed upon the land
Look at yourself and try to understand
Is this what your God had planned?
Being With You
Lay with me, stay with me, play with me
Do what you want to me it would be okay with me
Anything you want from me I'd do as you please
Just to satisfy you would fulfill a million fantasies
You can't make a difference by being the same
And it is not the odd who should be given the blame
For all the tragedies to which there has came
For the poor and the few have little power to use
But it is the many with money that have power to abuse
The victims of their power are the ones they accuse
And the criminals lead the prosecution
And the jury buys into the institution
And the random select are sent to their execution
Look At
Look at the gun in your hand
Look at the slaves you have at your command
Look at the destruction you cursed upon the land
Look at yourself and try to understand
Is this what your God had planned?
Being With You
Lay with me, stay with me, play with me
Do what you want to me it would be okay with me
Anything you want from me I'd do as you please
Just to satisfy you would fulfill a million fantasies
Poetry Post 117
Common Knowledge
Who was the prophet who said peace was won in war
Haven't we heard love thy neighbor a million times before
When in our youth did we pledge to a god or nation of war
Didn't we choose universal love wisdom and justice as the policies to stand for
Whose Messiah was a soldier but not a martyr
Whose Messiah made national preference
Whose Messiah waged war under Divine Providence
How can we call ourselves God fearing if we give to an army our confidence
How can we serve a god of love but act in violence
How Come
How come we only hate war when there isn't one to hate
How can people plan a future and say Earth's salvation is already too late
How come people say we are free
To be who so ever we should want to be
But then say they can't be my neighbor if I can't relate
Slaves Of Human Authority
I'm just another man secluded in his own misery
Finding the truth that man dominates to his injury
You can see that truth for yourself in your own history
But we all agree the solution is our ultimate mystery
The future we make is not ours to see
For we don't know how to be the change we need to be
Living in hedonistic simplicity
Of hate, greed and apathy
We cannot find or measure up to our rightful morality
We can't see what we must do to be free
So we remain slaves to our human authority
Who was the prophet who said peace was won in war
Haven't we heard love thy neighbor a million times before
When in our youth did we pledge to a god or nation of war
Didn't we choose universal love wisdom and justice as the policies to stand for
Whose Messiah was a soldier but not a martyr
Whose Messiah made national preference
Whose Messiah waged war under Divine Providence
How can we call ourselves God fearing if we give to an army our confidence
How can we serve a god of love but act in violence
How Come
How come we only hate war when there isn't one to hate
How can people plan a future and say Earth's salvation is already too late
How come people say we are free
To be who so ever we should want to be
But then say they can't be my neighbor if I can't relate
Slaves Of Human Authority
I'm just another man secluded in his own misery
Finding the truth that man dominates to his injury
You can see that truth for yourself in your own history
But we all agree the solution is our ultimate mystery
The future we make is not ours to see
For we don't know how to be the change we need to be
Living in hedonistic simplicity
Of hate, greed and apathy
We cannot find or measure up to our rightful morality
We can't see what we must do to be free
So we remain slaves to our human authority
116 Poetry Post
Musical Rebellion
Folk, funk, punk, rock both hard and classic
Stirs up the crowd into something ecstatic
And the outcast protest and rebel
Lines between cliques and cliches are blurred beyond where anyone can tell
Commercialism endorses the rebellion
Profits mounting from the individuality they are selling
Passionate protest of fake fad
Society has gone mad
The masses unite and then comes uniformity
And then the bitter taste of conformity
Then when the rebellion becomes passe
A new fashion rebellion is on its way
Negative Labels
Nothing makes me more depressed
Than to label someone hopeless
For the sole effect of such a label
Is to immobilize and disable
There is nothing you can do but hurt
If you do not learn how to support
Locked Safety
Locked safe in my climate controlled life
Away from all of life's burden and strife
Safely kept inside my room
I have no fear of earthly doom
You don't have to worry about a solution
If you can hide from the pollution
I have no guns, drugs or money nobody to fear
Locked up not even the government comes near
I stay locked up in the safest place
No outer contact, no phone bills or credit cards to trace
But what I wouldn't give to be vulnerable and free
What I wouldn't give is myself as slave to this corrupt society
Folk, funk, punk, rock both hard and classic
Stirs up the crowd into something ecstatic
And the outcast protest and rebel
Lines between cliques and cliches are blurred beyond where anyone can tell
Commercialism endorses the rebellion
Profits mounting from the individuality they are selling
Passionate protest of fake fad
Society has gone mad
The masses unite and then comes uniformity
And then the bitter taste of conformity
Then when the rebellion becomes passe
A new fashion rebellion is on its way
Negative Labels
Nothing makes me more depressed
Than to label someone hopeless
For the sole effect of such a label
Is to immobilize and disable
There is nothing you can do but hurt
If you do not learn how to support
Locked Safety
Locked safe in my climate controlled life
Away from all of life's burden and strife
Safely kept inside my room
I have no fear of earthly doom
You don't have to worry about a solution
If you can hide from the pollution
I have no guns, drugs or money nobody to fear
Locked up not even the government comes near
I stay locked up in the safest place
No outer contact, no phone bills or credit cards to trace
But what I wouldn't give to be vulnerable and free
What I wouldn't give is myself as slave to this corrupt society
Poetry Post 115
Grandpa's Farm
In a busy world prone to harm
I'm always safe at old Grandpa's farm
A place that knows no lies, abuse, violence or adultery
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy like me
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy of three
Although God will give the Earth to those who are meek
I could just be as happy with my Grandpa's creek
Cool under the shady trees
Warm during a summer's breeze
For fun just lie to get some ease
Livestock for pets, you may be poor but just eat the food you grow
People so friendly only parasites are your foe
Just take me back to Grandpa's farm
Away from the world's deadly harm
Back to the old country home charm
Homes
I wished I lived in Wonderland or even Walden
Perhaps maybe Oz or better yet Eden
But I live mankind's test tube society
Where logic is escaping reality
Where order is wanted but chaos is innate
Naturally destroying the life we need to create
We are simply killing ourselves while trying
To live our simple lives while we're dying
Hopeful Maybes
Maybe if I could get to you, you might be able to break my emotional wall
Maybe then you won't think I'm so creepy after all
When you see who I really am
Not the false image that to you I became
In a busy world prone to harm
I'm always safe at old Grandpa's farm
A place that knows no lies, abuse, violence or adultery
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy like me
Just a secure place for good clean fun for a boy of three
Although God will give the Earth to those who are meek
I could just be as happy with my Grandpa's creek
Cool under the shady trees
Warm during a summer's breeze
For fun just lie to get some ease
Livestock for pets, you may be poor but just eat the food you grow
People so friendly only parasites are your foe
Just take me back to Grandpa's farm
Away from the world's deadly harm
Back to the old country home charm
Homes
I wished I lived in Wonderland or even Walden
Perhaps maybe Oz or better yet Eden
But I live mankind's test tube society
Where logic is escaping reality
Where order is wanted but chaos is innate
Naturally destroying the life we need to create
We are simply killing ourselves while trying
To live our simple lives while we're dying
Hopeful Maybes
Maybe if I could get to you, you might be able to break my emotional wall
Maybe then you won't think I'm so creepy after all
When you see who I really am
Not the false image that to you I became
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Poetry Post 114
The Star
I was born in a poor family
In a town with nothing for me
I had to escape the routine
And journey to the unseen
So I picked up my guitar
And knew I was going to go far
And I started to write from the heart
And I started to make musical art
I got out of that dead end town
That was keeping me down
I got to be free
I finally got to be me
Music
From the moment that I hear it
The music just lifts my spirit
The world below don't give me any frown
Cause the beat don't ever let me down
Happiness is all for free
Just follow that melody
Can't beat that positivity
No room for negativity
Just forget all about your shell
Come to where the people dwell
This is where all good things just happen
Just follow the beat and keep clapping
Self Searching
Journey thru the borders of the subconscious
Beyond the restrictions of science
Searching thru all of what is within
My journey will end when I reach where my thoughts begin
I was born in a poor family
In a town with nothing for me
I had to escape the routine
And journey to the unseen
So I picked up my guitar
And knew I was going to go far
And I started to write from the heart
And I started to make musical art
I got out of that dead end town
That was keeping me down
I got to be free
I finally got to be me
Music
From the moment that I hear it
The music just lifts my spirit
The world below don't give me any frown
Cause the beat don't ever let me down
Happiness is all for free
Just follow that melody
Can't beat that positivity
No room for negativity
Just forget all about your shell
Come to where the people dwell
This is where all good things just happen
Just follow the beat and keep clapping
Self Searching
Journey thru the borders of the subconscious
Beyond the restrictions of science
Searching thru all of what is within
My journey will end when I reach where my thoughts begin
Poetry Post 113
Perpetual Feud
With you every conversation is an accusation
No one can ever live up to your expectation
You'll only end up with aggravation
If you call into question every one's reputation
Suspicion could be removed with just communication
But you don't really want to change the situation
As long as you're not the one giving into exasperation
You'll never give up this verbal domination
Every word in a fight you can recite in quotation
And you play your part without hesitation
You believe you are the norm and every one else is the deviation
But if your theory holds at least one complication
If everything's your way then where's our consideration
Insincerity Insecurity
Did you love me before you knew how I felt about you
Did you love for who I am with motives pure and true
Tell me that your affection is not merely a favor to a friend
Or some vague emotion you can't comprehend
Is it merely coincidence I was the first to speak out
Or are you waiting for someone else to seek out
Do you love me out of rational choice
Or is an impulse taking over your voice
Something Beautiful
You see tasseled hair and crooked teeth
Wrinkled clothes but very little underneath
You know I'm different than you
But only by one narrow angle view
Only what you do not notice is what makes me unique
Something beyond your eyes critique
Something unrevealed displays my beauty
I only wish it was something I could see
With you every conversation is an accusation
No one can ever live up to your expectation
You'll only end up with aggravation
If you call into question every one's reputation
Suspicion could be removed with just communication
But you don't really want to change the situation
As long as you're not the one giving into exasperation
You'll never give up this verbal domination
Every word in a fight you can recite in quotation
And you play your part without hesitation
You believe you are the norm and every one else is the deviation
But if your theory holds at least one complication
If everything's your way then where's our consideration
Insincerity Insecurity
Did you love me before you knew how I felt about you
Did you love for who I am with motives pure and true
Tell me that your affection is not merely a favor to a friend
Or some vague emotion you can't comprehend
Is it merely coincidence I was the first to speak out
Or are you waiting for someone else to seek out
Do you love me out of rational choice
Or is an impulse taking over your voice
Something Beautiful
You see tasseled hair and crooked teeth
Wrinkled clothes but very little underneath
You know I'm different than you
But only by one narrow angle view
Only what you do not notice is what makes me unique
Something beyond your eyes critique
Something unrevealed displays my beauty
I only wish it was something I could see
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