Homeland Security II
The presses must cease and desist
While our soldiers protect rights that don't exist
You don't have to live in hunger
If you're willing to die in war
We are God fearing believing eye for an eye
Even if it means we have to lie
We fight for what is just
We will tell you who to trust
We'll train you to kill and die for liberty
While we detain your kin's rights to speak freely
As your leader I'll tell but never show what's real
As your leader, I'll tell, without why, how to feel
Our coalition is fear, hatred, ignorance and apathy
The truth and its seekers are our greatest enemy
We will serve and protect
We will detain and inspect
Everyone poor enough to be a suspect
I will be your god should you re-elect
Four Wall Coffin
I lay in my four wall coffin
I won't let emotion out or in
Hiding from the pain I never wish to feel again
Maybe time heals all wounds and amends
Or maybe it only heals when yours ends
Until I find out I'll just have a sleep in
And try not to let the torment creep in
But it bursts thunderously in
Barking orders beyond what I can lend
Making accusations when I'm too weak to defend
Sun Rose
Your hair flows like the rays of dawn
Your embrace is as tranquil as the morning dew
Your face as friendly as the forest's fawn
Your innocent smile and gentle eyes beckon me toward you
Gentle, sweet
And petite
Passionate as the rose compassionate as the sun
In your inner and outer beauty have joined as one
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Poetry Post 211
Infant Funeral
At midnight I was born
But I'll die before the morn
I know this is my fate
Because I'm dying its already too late
Before I even reach the baby's basket
My parents are mourning at my funeral casket
Aloof Sarcasm
Your old shtick has run its course
It's a one trick pony beating a dead horse
Your smirky attitude may have lead some to think you're witty
Now the only laughs you'll hear are sounds of pity
Teachers
To my teachers this I write
You have guided me to the light
Now my life is straighten out
You were there when I was in doubt
Now I see the sun shining through
It is all because of you
When ever I see you in the street
I know I have a friend to greet
At midnight I was born
But I'll die before the morn
I know this is my fate
Because I'm dying its already too late
Before I even reach the baby's basket
My parents are mourning at my funeral casket
Aloof Sarcasm
Your old shtick has run its course
It's a one trick pony beating a dead horse
Your smirky attitude may have lead some to think you're witty
Now the only laughs you'll hear are sounds of pity
Teachers
To my teachers this I write
You have guided me to the light
Now my life is straighten out
You were there when I was in doubt
Now I see the sun shining through
It is all because of you
When ever I see you in the street
I know I have a friend to greet
Poetry Post 210
Dreamer
My feet are firmly planted in the clouds
Alone among even the largest crowds
My mind travels faster than light
Ideas like stars shining bright
Passionate mind in a passionate body
With my fleshly wall it's hard to know me
Though my emotions I'll clearly show
To anyone who wants to know
Wilderness On Paven Road
Man built the ramp on the park so I could walk down the trail
But God made me want to go take the path upon morn's veil
My Family
When I come home from the ugly world
I come to my family that's all mine
The world of hate is stuck in darkness
But my two sisters, mom and dad bring me sunshine
Love and support flows through my family like a river
The love reaches everyone who enters the household
Our friends and family live in harmony
That reaches everyone young and old
My feet are firmly planted in the clouds
Alone among even the largest crowds
My mind travels faster than light
Ideas like stars shining bright
Passionate mind in a passionate body
With my fleshly wall it's hard to know me
Though my emotions I'll clearly show
To anyone who wants to know
Wilderness On Paven Road
Man built the ramp on the park so I could walk down the trail
But God made me want to go take the path upon morn's veil
My Family
When I come home from the ugly world
I come to my family that's all mine
The world of hate is stuck in darkness
But my two sisters, mom and dad bring me sunshine
Love and support flows through my family like a river
The love reaches everyone who enters the household
Our friends and family live in harmony
That reaches everyone young and old
Poetry Post 209
A Letter To God
Jehovah I have faith in you, do you have faith in me
I don't blame you but why am I taunted with fear and misery
I wander through my life
Wondering of my strife
It is I, not you, I doubt
That's why I look for the easy way out
No discipline
Can kill my sin
I am forever lost
But at my own cost
My mind and heart desire Holy Spirit
But my flesh breaks down and quits
I am not now or ever fully pure
So help me let myself endure
Sinful Pleasures
Pleasures so perverted
How do they get me diverted
Why are my morals distorted
Lost in a flow of lust unaverted
After the sin I see the light
I'm finally able to say what is right
Because of the benefits of hindsight
But what good is it in a condemned plight
Iambic Pentameter II
You can't feel me you can't even see me
You press pain through my forever locked door
Just because you can't see that pain in me
Don't mean the pain in me can be ignored
Jehovah I have faith in you, do you have faith in me
I don't blame you but why am I taunted with fear and misery
I wander through my life
Wondering of my strife
It is I, not you, I doubt
That's why I look for the easy way out
No discipline
Can kill my sin
I am forever lost
But at my own cost
My mind and heart desire Holy Spirit
But my flesh breaks down and quits
I am not now or ever fully pure
So help me let myself endure
Sinful Pleasures
Pleasures so perverted
How do they get me diverted
Why are my morals distorted
Lost in a flow of lust unaverted
After the sin I see the light
I'm finally able to say what is right
Because of the benefits of hindsight
But what good is it in a condemned plight
Iambic Pentameter II
You can't feel me you can't even see me
You press pain through my forever locked door
Just because you can't see that pain in me
Don't mean the pain in me can be ignored
Poetry Post 208
Wave
Be careful about what you crave
It could lead you to an early grave
So pure and young and unsaved
You lived your life as an ocean wave
You looked at peace among a small and humble crowd
But deep inside you cried out so loud
Lost in your dark cloud
The thing you lacked was how to be proud
The Clear Path
Lost in a trap built by Satan
Fallen off the clear path, unable to get back on
My feet had many times fallen off this path before
Is it worth it to fight it anymore
The Answer
The answer people are looking for
Is the same as it was before
And no matter if they say it doesn't apply anymore
It works for me and so many more
It was is and always be
Jehovah's Law and Prophesy
It has helped His People all through history
It's a pathway to follow out of the world's misery
It's a guiding light
Through the world's dark night
Be careful about what you crave
It could lead you to an early grave
So pure and young and unsaved
You lived your life as an ocean wave
You looked at peace among a small and humble crowd
But deep inside you cried out so loud
Lost in your dark cloud
The thing you lacked was how to be proud
The Clear Path
Lost in a trap built by Satan
Fallen off the clear path, unable to get back on
My feet had many times fallen off this path before
Is it worth it to fight it anymore
The Answer
The answer people are looking for
Is the same as it was before
And no matter if they say it doesn't apply anymore
It works for me and so many more
It was is and always be
Jehovah's Law and Prophesy
It has helped His People all through history
It's a pathway to follow out of the world's misery
It's a guiding light
Through the world's dark night
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Poetry Post 207
Parental Fighting
Mommy, Daddy why are you fighting
Everything here is too frightening
For me here
Everything here is just a horrifying sighting
Mommy, Daddy why are you crying
Aren't to going to start trying
To save us
Or is our family going to start dying
Mommy, Daddy why are you leaving
The children you were once conceiving
In your home
Oh how my youthful happiness was deceiving
Ode To A Jesus Fish
We decorate our lives with a cross like a token
Rather than follow the Word Jesus spoken
The covenants and bonds of God are being broken
We show our faith outward because we don't have any within
We pray lip service might take away our sin
Disconnect
I'm living life with no inspiration
Feeling everything without interpretation
Can't tell if it's good or if it's bad
Can't tell if I'm content or sad
But this is the only life I ever had
Receptors and inhibitors are out of whack in my brain
If people weren't indifferent they'd misdiagnose me insane
First thoughts tell them I'm lazy, sick or uncaring
Second thoughts tell them it doesn't matter if they keep staring
Final thoughts are dismissive since to them I have no bearing
Mommy, Daddy why are you fighting
Everything here is too frightening
For me here
Everything here is just a horrifying sighting
Mommy, Daddy why are you crying
Aren't to going to start trying
To save us
Or is our family going to start dying
Mommy, Daddy why are you leaving
The children you were once conceiving
In your home
Oh how my youthful happiness was deceiving
Ode To A Jesus Fish
We decorate our lives with a cross like a token
Rather than follow the Word Jesus spoken
The covenants and bonds of God are being broken
We show our faith outward because we don't have any within
We pray lip service might take away our sin
Disconnect
I'm living life with no inspiration
Feeling everything without interpretation
Can't tell if it's good or if it's bad
Can't tell if I'm content or sad
But this is the only life I ever had
Receptors and inhibitors are out of whack in my brain
If people weren't indifferent they'd misdiagnose me insane
First thoughts tell them I'm lazy, sick or uncaring
Second thoughts tell them it doesn't matter if they keep staring
Final thoughts are dismissive since to them I have no bearing
Poetry Post 206
Autumn Riding
Riding in my electric car
Caring not where we are
Enjoying the light, caressing autumn breeze
With the strong, fresh aroma of the asters and the oak trees
Beauty undefiled
With my beauty in the wild
Virgin land pure and clean
Not a better land have lovers seen
Description Of A Girl
There is a girl I love so dearly
And everything I say of her I say sincerely
Her eyes so shiny they could light a room
Her smile so warm it melts away the gloom
Her touch so gentle her spirit so kind
All this and more makes me want want her to be mine
And everything I have told is true
But also let say to this woman "I love you"
MTV
Anytime you turn on MTV
It will teach you how to be
A world class idiot savant
From rappers who taunt
To posing pop star corporate hos
And Jackass reality star bozos
To millions they range from idol
To childhood role model
It's hard to believe those whose efforts aren't a nickel's worth
Control the naive minds controlling the Earth
Riding in my electric car
Caring not where we are
Enjoying the light, caressing autumn breeze
With the strong, fresh aroma of the asters and the oak trees
Beauty undefiled
With my beauty in the wild
Virgin land pure and clean
Not a better land have lovers seen
Description Of A Girl
There is a girl I love so dearly
And everything I say of her I say sincerely
Her eyes so shiny they could light a room
Her smile so warm it melts away the gloom
Her touch so gentle her spirit so kind
All this and more makes me want want her to be mine
And everything I have told is true
But also let say to this woman "I love you"
MTV
Anytime you turn on MTV
It will teach you how to be
A world class idiot savant
From rappers who taunt
To posing pop star corporate hos
And Jackass reality star bozos
To millions they range from idol
To childhood role model
It's hard to believe those whose efforts aren't a nickel's worth
Control the naive minds controlling the Earth
Movie Outline Brotherhood Of Heathens
Genre: Social Drama
Characters:
Ruth Inglewood- African native women who weds the missionary Charles Inglewood
Charles Inglewood-zealous American Catholic missionary sent to Africa to do preaching work
Natalie Inglewood-xenophobic religious fanatic mother of Charles
Plot:
A Catholic missionary from Boston is sent to Nigeria to convert the natives despite his maternally inherited xenophobia and piety but falls in love with a native named Amachi who he "christens" Ruth and marries after months of being apart from his home. Charles talks constantly to Ruth about how wonderful and free America is and how righteous Catholics are. He fails to get a church established there and remains embittered about it. During his stay in Nigeria he dies of pneumonia and when the Catholic Church sent him his ticket back to Boston Ruth gathered her few possessions and a passport made out to her from what little money Charles had left with him at the time of his death. When in America she is disillusioned about the hypocrisy and the hatred especially from her mother-in-law and goes through a spiritual odyssey studying Western religions to even greater disapproval from the indifferent pastors. In the end she feels alienated and misses the communal love she had in her poor Nigerian village.
Scene Sequence:
1) Charles' work from alter boy to missionary school
2) Mother's warning about foreigners and old wives tales about other cultures
3) A "tamer more politically correct" warning from missionary school
4) Ordained missionary with first assignment for three years in Nigeria
5) Worried nights waiting for departure
6) An anxious flight boarding
7) Meeting a few other missionaries in the village with advice of don't make your work your life
8) Over zealous speech to natives about hellfire, the papacy, the rosary, Armageddon, cross, confession, infant baptism and the sanctity of the trinity
9) Cultural barriers eating with Nigerians
10) Trouble getting conversions
11) Meeting Amachi at a low count meeting
12) Meeting Amachi for a date and christen her as Ruth
13) Long arduous days of preaching
14) Long lonely nights
15) Charles dates Ruth more and Ruth asks to help out
16) Catholic church endorses a tribal war blessing the more "convertible" side luckily the village Charles is in
17) Tragic epic destruction harms both tribes
18) Conversions are getting harder as Jehovah's Witnesses make sweeping progress through down trodden areas helping after natives volunteering to rebuild both villages
19) Ruth stands by Charles and helps build a church
20) A proposal
21) A small wedding American style
22) The missionaries of Jehovah's Witnesses leave after construction and rebuilding help is done and a few congregations are established taking their equipment and medicine elsewhere
23) Charles spends long winter days and nights working in the missionary work door to door
24) Charles lays sick with pneumonia in bed without medication available but with the last rites given
25) An open ticket home to Boston
26) Ruth gathers up a passport and goes to the airport a hundred miles away
27) Prejudices leave her disillusioned about land of opportunity
28) Meeting her in laws with a bad reception
29) Scorn at Mass leaves feeling betrayed by her departed husband
30) Studying other religions
31) Pastors got to her about her "religious curiosity" and she by her decision to the point of excommunication
32) Ruth studies with Jehovah's Witnesses
33) Ruth has trouble adapting to the rules of Jehovah's Witnesses and has trouble feeling connected as she did with the Catholics
34) Ruth decides to disassociate herself from all religious ties but now realizes there is no way home again physically mentally or spiritually
Characters:
Ruth Inglewood- African native women who weds the missionary Charles Inglewood
Charles Inglewood-zealous American Catholic missionary sent to Africa to do preaching work
Natalie Inglewood-xenophobic religious fanatic mother of Charles
Plot:
A Catholic missionary from Boston is sent to Nigeria to convert the natives despite his maternally inherited xenophobia and piety but falls in love with a native named Amachi who he "christens" Ruth and marries after months of being apart from his home. Charles talks constantly to Ruth about how wonderful and free America is and how righteous Catholics are. He fails to get a church established there and remains embittered about it. During his stay in Nigeria he dies of pneumonia and when the Catholic Church sent him his ticket back to Boston Ruth gathered her few possessions and a passport made out to her from what little money Charles had left with him at the time of his death. When in America she is disillusioned about the hypocrisy and the hatred especially from her mother-in-law and goes through a spiritual odyssey studying Western religions to even greater disapproval from the indifferent pastors. In the end she feels alienated and misses the communal love she had in her poor Nigerian village.
Scene Sequence:
1) Charles' work from alter boy to missionary school
2) Mother's warning about foreigners and old wives tales about other cultures
3) A "tamer more politically correct" warning from missionary school
4) Ordained missionary with first assignment for three years in Nigeria
5) Worried nights waiting for departure
6) An anxious flight boarding
7) Meeting a few other missionaries in the village with advice of don't make your work your life
8) Over zealous speech to natives about hellfire, the papacy, the rosary, Armageddon, cross, confession, infant baptism and the sanctity of the trinity
9) Cultural barriers eating with Nigerians
10) Trouble getting conversions
11) Meeting Amachi at a low count meeting
12) Meeting Amachi for a date and christen her as Ruth
13) Long arduous days of preaching
14) Long lonely nights
15) Charles dates Ruth more and Ruth asks to help out
16) Catholic church endorses a tribal war blessing the more "convertible" side luckily the village Charles is in
17) Tragic epic destruction harms both tribes
18) Conversions are getting harder as Jehovah's Witnesses make sweeping progress through down trodden areas helping after natives volunteering to rebuild both villages
19) Ruth stands by Charles and helps build a church
20) A proposal
21) A small wedding American style
22) The missionaries of Jehovah's Witnesses leave after construction and rebuilding help is done and a few congregations are established taking their equipment and medicine elsewhere
23) Charles spends long winter days and nights working in the missionary work door to door
24) Charles lays sick with pneumonia in bed without medication available but with the last rites given
25) An open ticket home to Boston
26) Ruth gathers up a passport and goes to the airport a hundred miles away
27) Prejudices leave her disillusioned about land of opportunity
28) Meeting her in laws with a bad reception
29) Scorn at Mass leaves feeling betrayed by her departed husband
30) Studying other religions
31) Pastors got to her about her "religious curiosity" and she by her decision to the point of excommunication
32) Ruth studies with Jehovah's Witnesses
33) Ruth has trouble adapting to the rules of Jehovah's Witnesses and has trouble feeling connected as she did with the Catholics
34) Ruth decides to disassociate herself from all religious ties but now realizes there is no way home again physically mentally or spiritually
Poetry Post 205
Lost Youth
My youth us gone
I must move on
To find a full time career
To keep until death comes near
No more living my life just for fun
No more quiet days spent lying under the sun
My money will be half spent
On a run down apartment
Goodbye childhood bliss
Goodbye happiness
I must enter my adulthood pain
Never to be a child again
Reflections Of Judgment Day
I fear the impeding Judgment Day
I walked too many roads and lost my way
At twenty all I want is a career, a home and a wife
I can't handle worrying about anything else in my life
I want to serve God
But there's only so many roads to trod
I need to fulfill each dream
And somehow get redeemed
I don't fear the myths of hellfire
But I question my every desire
I don't know if my delights are pure
So I fear what I needlessly endure
I can't say if there is enough purity in what I do
But I'll stand for my beliefs and Jehovah for I know they're true
But will my strength whither in weakness like Peter
I don't know if I'll meet the measure of the meter
Optimism Fails
You can't keep on keeping on
Without your faith and will you'll soon be gone
You'll pray for help until your work is done
Cause you can't sing a happy song when there is none
My youth us gone
I must move on
To find a full time career
To keep until death comes near
No more living my life just for fun
No more quiet days spent lying under the sun
My money will be half spent
On a run down apartment
Goodbye childhood bliss
Goodbye happiness
I must enter my adulthood pain
Never to be a child again
Reflections Of Judgment Day
I fear the impeding Judgment Day
I walked too many roads and lost my way
At twenty all I want is a career, a home and a wife
I can't handle worrying about anything else in my life
I want to serve God
But there's only so many roads to trod
I need to fulfill each dream
And somehow get redeemed
I don't fear the myths of hellfire
But I question my every desire
I don't know if my delights are pure
So I fear what I needlessly endure
I can't say if there is enough purity in what I do
But I'll stand for my beliefs and Jehovah for I know they're true
But will my strength whither in weakness like Peter
I don't know if I'll meet the measure of the meter
Optimism Fails
You can't keep on keeping on
Without your faith and will you'll soon be gone
You'll pray for help until your work is done
Cause you can't sing a happy song when there is none
Poetry Post 204
You
My love for you is so much more
Than any love I had before
You're more than another picture on the wall
When I'm depressed you're the one I can call
You help me every time I fall
Your smiling face your sparkling eyes
You keep my eyes on the prize
Your generosity
Has done so much for me
You showed me how much life could be
Mirage
In a dense desert of faceless enemies
Stands a foreign friend like an illusion
A mere illusion of an oasis across the desert breeze
A shining smile like water reflection cools me from oppressive heat
Her love refuels from within
Making the day easier to complete
Beauty Beyond Sight
My dearest beloved don't you see your beauty
Beauty, also, for the minds eye to see
With the blessing of your unique personality
It is a divine gift to be a part of your world shining so brightly
My love for you is so much more
Than any love I had before
You're more than another picture on the wall
When I'm depressed you're the one I can call
You help me every time I fall
Your smiling face your sparkling eyes
You keep my eyes on the prize
Your generosity
Has done so much for me
You showed me how much life could be
Mirage
In a dense desert of faceless enemies
Stands a foreign friend like an illusion
A mere illusion of an oasis across the desert breeze
A shining smile like water reflection cools me from oppressive heat
Her love refuels from within
Making the day easier to complete
Beauty Beyond Sight
My dearest beloved don't you see your beauty
Beauty, also, for the minds eye to see
With the blessing of your unique personality
It is a divine gift to be a part of your world shining so brightly
Poetry Post 203
Poets
Does the po boy still sing the blues
Langston Hughes
Does the caged bird still coo
Maya Angelou
Do the young at heart still play seeking fun
Robert Louis Stevenson
Shall we rage against the dying of the light or mourn its pass
Dylan Thomas
Did you make it to Eldorado
Edgar Allan Poe
Did the path you chose lead you lost
Robert Frost
Are you still nobody to no one
Emily Dickinson
Though the rain must fall will the sun come tomorrow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Did they capture the hitman that shot the captain
Walt Whitman
Unreasonable
Roaming stranger, where does this wind begin
Go there, stop it, put my fear to an end
Tell the lightning to stop flashing
Tell the thunder to stop crashing
I don't care if the storm cannot hear
At least stop this life devouring fear
Show me there is nothing to be scared of
Show me the blue sky awaiting above
Peace
In the middle of the afternoon I lay in bed
With a pillow sandwiched over my head
As I laugh listening to stand up comedy
Or laugh as I hear the tune of a comic novelty
While I pet my cat that lies by my side
In a place without pain I confide
Does the po boy still sing the blues
Langston Hughes
Does the caged bird still coo
Maya Angelou
Do the young at heart still play seeking fun
Robert Louis Stevenson
Shall we rage against the dying of the light or mourn its pass
Dylan Thomas
Did you make it to Eldorado
Edgar Allan Poe
Did the path you chose lead you lost
Robert Frost
Are you still nobody to no one
Emily Dickinson
Though the rain must fall will the sun come tomorrow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Did they capture the hitman that shot the captain
Walt Whitman
Unreasonable
Roaming stranger, where does this wind begin
Go there, stop it, put my fear to an end
Tell the lightning to stop flashing
Tell the thunder to stop crashing
I don't care if the storm cannot hear
At least stop this life devouring fear
Show me there is nothing to be scared of
Show me the blue sky awaiting above
Peace
In the middle of the afternoon I lay in bed
With a pillow sandwiched over my head
As I laugh listening to stand up comedy
Or laugh as I hear the tune of a comic novelty
While I pet my cat that lies by my side
In a place without pain I confide
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Real Sheldon Shirts From Cafepress.com
like most Sheldon quotes on tshirts this is not verbatim "They call me a genius because I'm a genius"
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Poetry Post 202
Little Explorer
Exploring and enduring the adventures of nature
The fresh air and calm life give my little soul great pleasure
Hiking the mighty hills and climbing the powerful trees
Being free and able to do whatever I would please
How nice it is to be a free country boy
Now I'm free in the world I truly enjoy
I am finally out of society
I am forever powerful, young and free
Sunshine Days
Laying my head on the warm grass of this sunshine day
Peace is among the bed that the flowers lay
The sun smiles on the garden ground
Harmony, love and happiness is growing all around
Fresh air soothes me to sleep
My body forever here I'll keep
Now the sun is shining gold
Calm nights I now behold
Texting
I B N2 U
U R N2 I 2
U C Y I B N2 U
I C Y U B N2 I 2
4 I CN U U R A QT
N U C D QT I B
Exploring and enduring the adventures of nature
The fresh air and calm life give my little soul great pleasure
Hiking the mighty hills and climbing the powerful trees
Being free and able to do whatever I would please
How nice it is to be a free country boy
Now I'm free in the world I truly enjoy
I am finally out of society
I am forever powerful, young and free
Sunshine Days
Laying my head on the warm grass of this sunshine day
Peace is among the bed that the flowers lay
The sun smiles on the garden ground
Harmony, love and happiness is growing all around
Fresh air soothes me to sleep
My body forever here I'll keep
Now the sun is shining gold
Calm nights I now behold
Texting
I B N2 U
U R N2 I 2
U C Y I B N2 U
I C Y U B N2 I 2
4 I CN U U R A QT
N U C D QT I B
Friday, April 24, 2009
Poetry Post 201
Aspie Pride
You call it a syndrome but I'm not so sure
So pardon me if I don't want to find a cure
I don't know what society could use it for
If it's a disease I say infect some more
I don't know how those without it endure
Without it everything would seem like a bore
Would I even have a curiosity to explore
Would I still find pleasure in what I adore
All these benefits you seem to ignore
Am I myself any longer when you alter my core
Naturally Selected Suspect
Cops at a crime scene fire their guns
And chase the first person that runs
And say if you're not guilty why did you run
Forgetting who's the one with the gun
Mortal Words
Spoken works get lost in space
Written words will be erased
You call it a syndrome but I'm not so sure
So pardon me if I don't want to find a cure
I don't know what society could use it for
If it's a disease I say infect some more
I don't know how those without it endure
Without it everything would seem like a bore
Would I even have a curiosity to explore
Would I still find pleasure in what I adore
All these benefits you seem to ignore
Am I myself any longer when you alter my core
Naturally Selected Suspect
Cops at a crime scene fire their guns
And chase the first person that runs
And say if you're not guilty why did you run
Forgetting who's the one with the gun
Mortal Words
Spoken works get lost in space
Written words will be erased
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Bettie Kaczynski
REAL Bettie Page TV Interview - Her Life In Her OWN Words
Publishing the Unabomber papers
Just for fun a little introduction into the bizarre people that inspired my rock opera tribute to theatrical days of rock n roll led by the like of Pink Floyd, The Who, David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Meat Loaf etc (hope the links work)
Publishing the Unabomber papers
Just for fun a little introduction into the bizarre people that inspired my rock opera tribute to theatrical days of rock n roll led by the like of Pink Floyd, The Who, David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Meat Loaf etc (hope the links work)
Poetry Post 200
So Much For The Afterlife
Every soul commits its daily sin
All twenty thousand days we're living in
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
There's no resetting it only gets higher
Every sin takes us closer to when we expire
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
We are conscious to truth and to pain
And the truth of the two are quite plain
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
Heroes Of Hollywood
You were always the hero I needed you to be
You were the full potential of what could have been me
You lived by morals that meant more than man's laws
Even your sins were noble for heroes need heroic flaws
After all who can try without facing failure
When you fall it only makes success mean that much more
You were a hero because we always got what we expected of you
Consistency is the key to being the idol of those who would never do
You could never betray our trust and therefore never lose our love
You have a lot of companions but no peers when set so high above
Solitary Planet
Alone in a dark universe of only one
One planet in a galaxy void of sun
No path, no destiny, wandering space without reason
No light, no life, only one hostile season
Nothing within nothing without
Just empty mass thrusting about
Every soul commits its daily sin
All twenty thousand days we're living in
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
There's no resetting it only gets higher
Every sin takes us closer to when we expire
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
We are conscious to truth and to pain
And the truth of the two are quite plain
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
Heroes Of Hollywood
You were always the hero I needed you to be
You were the full potential of what could have been me
You lived by morals that meant more than man's laws
Even your sins were noble for heroes need heroic flaws
After all who can try without facing failure
When you fall it only makes success mean that much more
You were a hero because we always got what we expected of you
Consistency is the key to being the idol of those who would never do
You could never betray our trust and therefore never lose our love
You have a lot of companions but no peers when set so high above
Solitary Planet
Alone in a dark universe of only one
One planet in a galaxy void of sun
No path, no destiny, wandering space without reason
No light, no life, only one hostile season
Nothing within nothing without
Just empty mass thrusting about
Poetry Post 199
Rushing To Be Loved
How many times have I felt this way before
The feeling that we could be more
Again I fall out of relationship procedure
But I need something more because I'm insecure
I need to validate my worth for my esteem to endure
Knowledge And Pain
I know of pain and of truth but I know not why
My vulnerability and knowledge makes me want to cry
I know how to prevent and delay
But sometime someday
I surely shall die
Locked Up Room
Locked up inside this lonesome room
Stuck in my sorrow and gloom
Unable to set myself free from here
Trapped in the room of fear
In this room there isn't a window
There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to leave no place to exit
Just enough room to fear as you sit
How many times have I felt this way before
The feeling that we could be more
Again I fall out of relationship procedure
But I need something more because I'm insecure
I need to validate my worth for my esteem to endure
Knowledge And Pain
I know of pain and of truth but I know not why
My vulnerability and knowledge makes me want to cry
I know how to prevent and delay
But sometime someday
I surely shall die
Locked Up Room
Locked up inside this lonesome room
Stuck in my sorrow and gloom
Unable to set myself free from here
Trapped in the room of fear
In this room there isn't a window
There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to leave no place to exit
Just enough room to fear as you sit
Poetry Post 198
House Of God
I'm unwelcomed to the House of God
I am a Christian fraud
I went to find instant euphoric pleasure
But lost God's spiritual treasure
Spiritually Dead At Birth
Spiritually dead at birth
Living in hell on Earth
What is left for me on either side of the grave
Too inhibited to live now to desperate to save
Hate And Fate
All grounds on which to hate
All rot away in the final fate
Why chain ourselves with hate when love sets us free
Why restrict ourselves in futile energy
I'm unwelcomed to the House of God
I am a Christian fraud
I went to find instant euphoric pleasure
But lost God's spiritual treasure
Spiritually Dead At Birth
Spiritually dead at birth
Living in hell on Earth
What is left for me on either side of the grave
Too inhibited to live now to desperate to save
Hate And Fate
All grounds on which to hate
All rot away in the final fate
Why chain ourselves with hate when love sets us free
Why restrict ourselves in futile energy
Poetry Post 197
Derica
Derica dark princess of the night
Laying in my bed I embrace you tight
Angel of my day, lover in the night
A sexy woman Paradise of Delight
But demands respect and shall be treated right
Tender, kind yet a source of feminine might
Proud but not haughty secure in her height
Derica II
Derica a sweet and gentle spirit
A wonder incomprehensible to be near it
A soul so tender is everyone's duty to revere it
Derica a name so wonderful just to hear it
Peace and security are her presence
Love and kindness are her essence
Sincerity to the full without pretense
Most beautiful of all in every sense
Derica III
Your eyes glow like the summer moon
Your smile is brighter than the sun at noon
Your touch is a warm ray of sun in a dark cold windstorm
Your soul has all the beauty of nature in feminine form
The shaded oaks are envious of your embrace
Nature has not a safer nor such an inviting place
The beauty of your body and spirit never cease
It's purity and compassion places me at peace
Derica dark princess of the night
Laying in my bed I embrace you tight
Angel of my day, lover in the night
A sexy woman Paradise of Delight
But demands respect and shall be treated right
Tender, kind yet a source of feminine might
Proud but not haughty secure in her height
Derica II
Derica a sweet and gentle spirit
A wonder incomprehensible to be near it
A soul so tender is everyone's duty to revere it
Derica a name so wonderful just to hear it
Peace and security are her presence
Love and kindness are her essence
Sincerity to the full without pretense
Most beautiful of all in every sense
Derica III
Your eyes glow like the summer moon
Your smile is brighter than the sun at noon
Your touch is a warm ray of sun in a dark cold windstorm
Your soul has all the beauty of nature in feminine form
The shaded oaks are envious of your embrace
Nature has not a safer nor such an inviting place
The beauty of your body and spirit never cease
It's purity and compassion places me at peace
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Poetry Post 196
Simpler Days
What ever happened to the simpler days
Back when people had more innocent ways
Those days were so few
Those days I barely knew
Then they went
Hardly a day spent
It didn't last
So it passed
Uncertainty
My present uncertainties
Leave me with insecurities
Every path I start I want to go back
Always makes me feel like there's something I lack
Bridges burnt at both ends
On opposite sides are lost friends
I don't have a hundred ten percent to give
Nor even a reason to live
I have to find a guiding light for my future through the darkness of my past
All I have is a boat without motor or mast
I am lonely lost and confused
What else is there to lose
A Man On My Own
I was born a man of my own
But shaped in the shadow glory has shown
I was the lesser known
So they expected me to be a clone
I'm not my father I'm not my brother
I am myself and I don't belong to any other
Grown from the seed into the same family tree
Has cost me my right to be me
What ever happened to the simpler days
Back when people had more innocent ways
Those days were so few
Those days I barely knew
Then they went
Hardly a day spent
It didn't last
So it passed
Uncertainty
My present uncertainties
Leave me with insecurities
Every path I start I want to go back
Always makes me feel like there's something I lack
Bridges burnt at both ends
On opposite sides are lost friends
I don't have a hundred ten percent to give
Nor even a reason to live
I have to find a guiding light for my future through the darkness of my past
All I have is a boat without motor or mast
I am lonely lost and confused
What else is there to lose
A Man On My Own
I was born a man of my own
But shaped in the shadow glory has shown
I was the lesser known
So they expected me to be a clone
I'm not my father I'm not my brother
I am myself and I don't belong to any other
Grown from the seed into the same family tree
Has cost me my right to be me
Poetry Post 195
My Will
I won't succumb to self fulfilled prophesy
Society won't define my destiny
My will is mine and free
To be what I choose to be
Dream World
When I turn off the light
As I shut my eyes each night
I see a dreamworld filled with fun
Each day when the work is done
A world of field and trees
A land where you can do as you please
Enjoy the wildlife all around
Explore each spot of ground
Take in the fresh air
Then do as you care
In this pure land
Untouched by man
Goodbye City Hello Country
Goodbye city
I'm going to a better place for me
Where nature's choirs fly
Over the Earth's endless ceiling we call the blue sky
So long crowded loneliness and pollution
I've found at long last my solution
A place of privacy and peace
And wilderness too big to cease
I won't succumb to self fulfilled prophesy
Society won't define my destiny
My will is mine and free
To be what I choose to be
Dream World
When I turn off the light
As I shut my eyes each night
I see a dreamworld filled with fun
Each day when the work is done
A world of field and trees
A land where you can do as you please
Enjoy the wildlife all around
Explore each spot of ground
Take in the fresh air
Then do as you care
In this pure land
Untouched by man
Goodbye City Hello Country
Goodbye city
I'm going to a better place for me
Where nature's choirs fly
Over the Earth's endless ceiling we call the blue sky
So long crowded loneliness and pollution
I've found at long last my solution
A place of privacy and peace
And wilderness too big to cease
Poetry Post 194
In Defense Of Michael Moore
You cover my mouth with your hand
While your head's hiding in the sand
You don't want someone at the mic
Exposing truths you don't like
You do not want to look beyond the illusion
Fearing failure of faith left you in confusion
The macrosystem will have an eruption
Once I show the proof of their corruption
"Please tell me there's corporate employee loyalty
Please tell me money does not make American royalty
Please let our guns protect us from the messenger
Please help guard us from the dark strangers"
Your hopes are vain
Leaving only pain
Our world is too gullible
If they think they're infallible
Land & Power
People want the world and something to lean on
People want everything not caring where it will go when they're gone
People want the world on command
But their mortal dust will return to the land
Why do they yearn for what they cannot control
Why should Earth be bind by a mortal man's soul
The massive collectives of ecosystems are collectively delicate
Too much to be under control by a man's estate
Society's Obsession
Fear is our society's obsession
To distract they use repression
Those who resist meet oppression
As the rest hide in regression
When they're afraid to do more
Society will start to ignore
If they can't do anything about it
Through denial they'll refuse to admit
But how long can we last
Trust ideals dead long past
Even with nothing else to do
They're still afraid of the new
But they'd rather live in their pollution
Than take up a new solution
You cover my mouth with your hand
While your head's hiding in the sand
You don't want someone at the mic
Exposing truths you don't like
You do not want to look beyond the illusion
Fearing failure of faith left you in confusion
The macrosystem will have an eruption
Once I show the proof of their corruption
"Please tell me there's corporate employee loyalty
Please tell me money does not make American royalty
Please let our guns protect us from the messenger
Please help guard us from the dark strangers"
Your hopes are vain
Leaving only pain
Our world is too gullible
If they think they're infallible
Land & Power
People want the world and something to lean on
People want everything not caring where it will go when they're gone
People want the world on command
But their mortal dust will return to the land
Why do they yearn for what they cannot control
Why should Earth be bind by a mortal man's soul
The massive collectives of ecosystems are collectively delicate
Too much to be under control by a man's estate
Society's Obsession
Fear is our society's obsession
To distract they use repression
Those who resist meet oppression
As the rest hide in regression
When they're afraid to do more
Society will start to ignore
If they can't do anything about it
Through denial they'll refuse to admit
But how long can we last
Trust ideals dead long past
Even with nothing else to do
They're still afraid of the new
But they'd rather live in their pollution
Than take up a new solution
Monday, April 20, 2009
New Project Rock Opera
I've decided to go back to something I started when I was in my mid teens first listening to bands like Pink Floyd and the Who and that's write the libretto for a rock opera. The idea is very basic. the name is Bettie Kaczynski: Byproduct of Society The main character is a guy named Bettie used as sort of an homage to theatrical rock. The name Bettie Kaczynski is in case you haven't guess is satirical of Marilyn Manson. I don't like his music and I don't like his name but I liked the way he coined his name. Of course its beauty meets society's dark side like his band members Gidget Gein and Twiggy Ramirez. And while the last name is always going to be twisted I just hate Charles Manson too much (being a racist man who twisted the Bible's and the Beatles' message for his own twisted ambitions) to get pass that in the case of Marilyn Manson and plus Marilyn Monroe was just a typical Hollywood bombshell nothing unique except an empty ego. I chose Bettie Page because she's a pinup model who was the victim of domestic abuse who found an escape in fetish modeling and was barred from movies despite the fact she was hotter than other actresses who couldn't act and was deemed a threat by Congress (it's interesting to note Billy Wilder refused to work with Marilyn Monroe a third time because she was just a terrible actress in his opinion and Bettie's photos are no more obscene than anything by Marilyn who also posed for Playboy) And I picked Ted Kaczynski the unabomber because he was an eccentric loner who killed by technology to ironically prove technology's danger to mankind and he is suspected of having Asperger's Syndrome so he fascinates me. As a Jehovah's Witness (if not somewhat lapsed recently by depression) I am conscience minded of the entertainment I view but I have a laxed view of entertainment as it is really very subjective and any standard has inherit hypocrisies and my personal philosophy toward music and comedy is more liberal if you pardon the political phrase than toward films and video games but sometimes violence or sex in one situation may seem more justified by what is implied by the situation (ie does the storyline fixed around the offensive acts condone or praise aberrant behavior or does it emphasis the troubles of these situations without glorifying them) So as guidelines and inspirations on how to make this epic of mine I will listen to some of the following albums of rock opera that I hope I will enjoy as well (Random order)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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Poetry Post 193
Unreluctant Hermit
I sit guardian of my own prison cell
Willingly protected by my own private shell
I find my loneliness more serene
Than the hectic phony social scene
I am an unreluctant hermit
Looking for a quiet place to sit
I like it better on my own
And until I make it otherwise known
Please just leave me alone
Loneliness In Bed
I lie in bed
But my love ain't there
And I'm not going anywhere
Got to put a band aid on my head
Got to hide the pain
This wound that will not heal
I must try to conceal
Block it from my brain
Sickness
Laying ill upon my bed
So much pain I wish I was dead
The aching pain I dread
Covers my stomach and head
I wake up with nauseating
Pain beyond the need of medicating
I must wait for the pain to end
Wait alone without a friend
I sit guardian of my own prison cell
Willingly protected by my own private shell
I find my loneliness more serene
Than the hectic phony social scene
I am an unreluctant hermit
Looking for a quiet place to sit
I like it better on my own
And until I make it otherwise known
Please just leave me alone
Loneliness In Bed
I lie in bed
But my love ain't there
And I'm not going anywhere
Got to put a band aid on my head
Got to hide the pain
This wound that will not heal
I must try to conceal
Block it from my brain
Sickness
Laying ill upon my bed
So much pain I wish I was dead
The aching pain I dread
Covers my stomach and head
I wake up with nauseating
Pain beyond the need of medicating
I must wait for the pain to end
Wait alone without a friend
Poetry Post 192
Gifts Of Brotherly Love
If you see a stranger, take him in
This reveals the person within
A man may atone for his sin
By taking his neighbor as his kin
With love and tolerance
One's life will find its balance
With hospitality you can buy a second chance
Look for brotherly love before romance
Divinity
To render justice with true evaluation
Takes knowledge of not only sin but situation
To show love of the Christ like sense
Takes shedding of the Christian pretense
To have wisdom from lips depart
Takes listening with an open heart
To have the power of empathy not force
Stuck (Haiku)
Help me please help me
I need to plant but lack seeds
Stuck in beginning
If you see a stranger, take him in
This reveals the person within
A man may atone for his sin
By taking his neighbor as his kin
With love and tolerance
One's life will find its balance
With hospitality you can buy a second chance
Look for brotherly love before romance
Divinity
To render justice with true evaluation
Takes knowledge of not only sin but situation
To show love of the Christ like sense
Takes shedding of the Christian pretense
To have wisdom from lips depart
Takes listening with an open heart
To have the power of empathy not force
Stuck (Haiku)
Help me please help me
I need to plant but lack seeds
Stuck in beginning
Friday, April 17, 2009
Poetry Post 191
Love And Lust
I love and I lust you
Why can't I feel the both of the two
I can desire body as much as its mind and heart
It doesn't matter which came first or how did it start
I crave every curve from head to heel
As much as I crave to feel as your heart does feel
I long to converse with your thoughts intellectually
As much as I yearn for foreplay intimacy
I want to make your heart swoon
As we spoon
I want long talks on daily walks at an easy pace
As much as I want to make your heart race
Love and lust are both how I truthfully feel
And both are equally real
Love Journey
It is naive
To believe
You will meet
Your soulmate down the street
It is very clear
They are never that near
You'll go a long distance
Before you will find the sign of a true romance
I don't even know
How far one should go
For I too journey
Without much knowledge of my destiny
Angelita
My wife in some day to be
Angelita my mother and my baby
My little angel I miss you tonight
But tomorrow it will alright
Every night I let pass through
Is a day closer to having you
I love and I lust you
Why can't I feel the both of the two
I can desire body as much as its mind and heart
It doesn't matter which came first or how did it start
I crave every curve from head to heel
As much as I crave to feel as your heart does feel
I long to converse with your thoughts intellectually
As much as I yearn for foreplay intimacy
I want to make your heart swoon
As we spoon
I want long talks on daily walks at an easy pace
As much as I want to make your heart race
Love and lust are both how I truthfully feel
And both are equally real
Love Journey
It is naive
To believe
You will meet
Your soulmate down the street
It is very clear
They are never that near
You'll go a long distance
Before you will find the sign of a true romance
I don't even know
How far one should go
For I too journey
Without much knowledge of my destiny
Angelita
My wife in some day to be
Angelita my mother and my baby
My little angel I miss you tonight
But tomorrow it will alright
Every night I let pass through
Is a day closer to having you
Poetry Post 190
Sin Cycle
Calmness through the turbulence
Turbulence through the calmness
If I were given another chance
I'd taken a road more bless
I condemn the bottle though a lonely drunkard
Cried for help every which way but nobody heard
I was born a sinner how could I die a saint
My natural sins devour me, my hope grows faint
I never hated myself this much before
But tomorrow I'll hate myself more
Daydreams
There's only one place to be
That you know you will be free
Where everything is as good as it seems
In the never ending land of daydreams
Man's Domination And Sedation
One half dominating the other half sedated
Who needs a cure when we're all self medicated
It doesn't matter how cruel the kingdom
As long as the subjects keep themselves numb
We are conditioned to love the whip or at least ignore it
As we go through life slavishly learning to endure it
Calmness through the turbulence
Turbulence through the calmness
If I were given another chance
I'd taken a road more bless
I condemn the bottle though a lonely drunkard
Cried for help every which way but nobody heard
I was born a sinner how could I die a saint
My natural sins devour me, my hope grows faint
I never hated myself this much before
But tomorrow I'll hate myself more
Daydreams
There's only one place to be
That you know you will be free
Where everything is as good as it seems
In the never ending land of daydreams
Man's Domination And Sedation
One half dominating the other half sedated
Who needs a cure when we're all self medicated
It doesn't matter how cruel the kingdom
As long as the subjects keep themselves numb
We are conditioned to love the whip or at least ignore it
As we go through life slavishly learning to endure it
Poetry Post 189
Incompatible
If you say hello and she says hi
It's time to walk away and say goodbye
Don't let it hurt your pride
She just doesn't want someone by her side
Because where you find elation
She only sees a limitation
So many hearts of passion grow numb
Because they blindly believe love can't come with freedom
Balance Of Life
The delicate balance of our existence
Is designed to endure with persistence
Holding on to Jehovah fighting Satan off with resistance
Keeping our vices at a distance
The Wall
A foolish time long ago I built a four way wall
To protect me from society's fall
But in the end it didn't help at all
Satan's army just crept up from the ground
There was no place to hide in
No one I could confide in
He put sin into me and the wall did collide in
Now sin is part of me and all around
If you say hello and she says hi
It's time to walk away and say goodbye
Don't let it hurt your pride
She just doesn't want someone by her side
Because where you find elation
She only sees a limitation
So many hearts of passion grow numb
Because they blindly believe love can't come with freedom
Balance Of Life
The delicate balance of our existence
Is designed to endure with persistence
Holding on to Jehovah fighting Satan off with resistance
Keeping our vices at a distance
The Wall
A foolish time long ago I built a four way wall
To protect me from society's fall
But in the end it didn't help at all
Satan's army just crept up from the ground
There was no place to hide in
No one I could confide in
He put sin into me and the wall did collide in
Now sin is part of me and all around
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Ceiling Cat
(No copyright infringement intended please don't delete I just love lolcats and I want to make it clear these pictures and captions are not my creative works)
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