(Mike in bed with Mary)
Mary: Mike if you had another mouth to feed would it motivate you to get a steady job?
Mike: I swear Mary if you were pregnant I would leave because I know it wouldn't be mine.
Mary: That's not funny (long pause) and besides I am pregnant and it is yours.
Mike: Really?
Mary: Unless Peter, Micky or Davy snook up on me while I was sleeping.
Mike: Well we can rule out Peter and Micky, when did you find out?
Mary: Three months ago.
Mike: What?
Mary: I figured I had to tell you tonight or you might notice on your own.
Mike: No kidding (Song: Mommy And Daddy) (Mary turns the lights out dream sequence of Mike seeing a younger image of himself around 8 to 12 as the song progresses singing the lyrics to his current self in8 to 12 years)
Ask your mommy and daddy, "What happened to the Indian?
How come they're all living in places
With too much snow or too much sand?"
Tell your mommy, "I got a funny feeling deep inside of me"
Ask your daddy, "Is it really as bad as people make it seem?"
Wa ta tick it ta too too..
Ask your mommy why everybody swallows all those little pills
Ask your daddy why that soldier doesn't care who he kills
After they've put you to sleep and tucked you safely down in your bed
Whisper, "Mommy and Daddy would you rather that
I learned it from my friends, instead?
Do you think I'm to young to know, to see, to feel, or hear
My questions need an answer or a vacuum will appear"
Don't be surprised if they turn and walk away
And tell your mommy and daddy that you love them anyway
That you love them anyway...
Give them a kiss
Love will set you free
Kings of EMI
Monday, February 9, 2009
Poetry Post 45 (and until next time)
Still Hurting
I wish I was a better man but I'm not
I deserve all the misery I got
But I still hope you die and rot
Only I would have never thought
Pain could have been something I sought
Until it was the only gift you brought
From lonely Cyrano to bitter misogynist
You made this sick and evil twist
Without love and security there can be no hope
And without faith or will I become a misanthrope
The Sacrifice
Who will remember the righteous lives of the dead
It is more than to be held in a mere mortal's head
Even so who could carry the load and still sleep soundly in bed
But there will be no souls to save
If their memories are buried alongside their souls in their grave
But gratefully one righteous man lives remembering the life he gave
Transition
It's not that she's never here
It's just that she's never clear
Like her mind is always elsewhere
I wonder does she even care
Her attitude is a mystery
But I just try not to worry
I know it's just a phase
Tomorrow will be better days
Because even if it's hard to see
I still can see she still loves me
But I can tell by her face
That she feels out of place
And she just needs to find her space
And I'll try to follow her at her own pace
And she sees me standing by her there
She'll know how much I really care
And before it all ends
We'll both make amends
And come back as more than friends
When we see what we transcend
I wish I was a better man but I'm not
I deserve all the misery I got
But I still hope you die and rot
Only I would have never thought
Pain could have been something I sought
Until it was the only gift you brought
From lonely Cyrano to bitter misogynist
You made this sick and evil twist
Without love and security there can be no hope
And without faith or will I become a misanthrope
The Sacrifice
Who will remember the righteous lives of the dead
It is more than to be held in a mere mortal's head
Even so who could carry the load and still sleep soundly in bed
But there will be no souls to save
If their memories are buried alongside their souls in their grave
But gratefully one righteous man lives remembering the life he gave
Transition
It's not that she's never here
It's just that she's never clear
Like her mind is always elsewhere
I wonder does she even care
Her attitude is a mystery
But I just try not to worry
I know it's just a phase
Tomorrow will be better days
Because even if it's hard to see
I still can see she still loves me
But I can tell by her face
That she feels out of place
And she just needs to find her space
And I'll try to follow her at her own pace
And she sees me standing by her there
She'll know how much I really care
And before it all ends
We'll both make amends
And come back as more than friends
When we see what we transcend
Poetry Post 44 (please don't hit me master I'm going as fast I can)
Empty Days
I am depressed beyond relief
My mind's covered by a blanket of grief
Life is just another pointless tradition
When you have no form of ambition
I'm longing for something, to say something, to do something, to be
Something great that'll define and empower me
But with little options and less initiative
And far too inferior gifts to give
What can I do with my empty days to be a life worthy to live
Remember
Remember riding bikes and climbing trees
Remember when it was easy to please
Remember when the world was a place of ease
Remember all the time we spent
When we were young and innnocent
But now those days came and went
Our bike chains turn to rust
The trees now burnt to ashes and dust
And now what is left out there for us to trust?
What I Want
I want a romance loving girl next door
A self-sufficient independent hard worker
An intellectual inquisitive free thinker
A cynical idealist ever fighting for something better
A tender lover, a bedside cuddler
A compassionate care taker
A passionate peace maker
A self initiated world changer
A girl who knows better
Than to be either blind faith lover
Or be scorned and scarred indiscriminately man bitter
I am depressed beyond relief
My mind's covered by a blanket of grief
Life is just another pointless tradition
When you have no form of ambition
I'm longing for something, to say something, to do something, to be
Something great that'll define and empower me
But with little options and less initiative
And far too inferior gifts to give
What can I do with my empty days to be a life worthy to live
Remember
Remember riding bikes and climbing trees
Remember when it was easy to please
Remember when the world was a place of ease
Remember all the time we spent
When we were young and innnocent
But now those days came and went
Our bike chains turn to rust
The trees now burnt to ashes and dust
And now what is left out there for us to trust?
What I Want
I want a romance loving girl next door
A self-sufficient independent hard worker
An intellectual inquisitive free thinker
A cynical idealist ever fighting for something better
A tender lover, a bedside cuddler
A compassionate care taker
A passionate peace maker
A self initiated world changer
A girl who knows better
Than to be either blind faith lover
Or be scorned and scarred indiscriminately man bitter
Post of Poetry 43 (Back from coffe break)
Divorce
We've lost what we got
It's time to untie the knot
After I proposed you said yes
I should have known you would have second guess
I know I should never
Believe in forever
There is no more me and you
We thought we could see it through, but what we see is through
Your love ain't here but you are
The distance between us is too far
So please leave you misery and go
And leave me with your sorrow
Bible Teachings
How can you teach national love is greater than natural love
How can you say you seek peace by shooting the dove
Does the Bible teach you that
Then show me where it's at
How can you say torture is justice
But by sinful man make judgmet a practice
Does the Bible teach you that
Then show me where it's at
How can you say greed is a deadly vice
When you put freedom and justice at a monetary price
Does the Bible teach you that
Then show me where it's at
I have seen no such law spoken by Moses, Jesus or Paul
So maybe Christian Nations aren't so Christian after all
Drinking
I sat and looked at my life
And all the while I started thinking
And all I saw was pain
So to ease I started drinking
And now I drunk too much
It no longer eases the pain
The last past years have been the worst
If I could go back in time I would set things right again
We've lost what we got
It's time to untie the knot
After I proposed you said yes
I should have known you would have second guess
I know I should never
Believe in forever
There is no more me and you
We thought we could see it through, but what we see is through
Your love ain't here but you are
The distance between us is too far
So please leave you misery and go
And leave me with your sorrow
Bible Teachings
How can you teach national love is greater than natural love
How can you say you seek peace by shooting the dove
Does the Bible teach you that
Then show me where it's at
How can you say torture is justice
But by sinful man make judgmet a practice
Does the Bible teach you that
Then show me where it's at
How can you say greed is a deadly vice
When you put freedom and justice at a monetary price
Does the Bible teach you that
Then show me where it's at
I have seen no such law spoken by Moses, Jesus or Paul
So maybe Christian Nations aren't so Christian after all
Drinking
I sat and looked at my life
And all the while I started thinking
And all I saw was pain
So to ease I started drinking
And now I drunk too much
It no longer eases the pain
The last past years have been the worst
If I could go back in time I would set things right again
42nd Poetry Post (Back from vacation)
Bleeding Hearts
Bleeding hearts dry up and numb
They pour out their life waiting for rescuers to come
But with every drop of blood sweat and tears it gets older
But with every drop of blood sweat and tears it gets colder
Not enough strength left on its shoulder
To carry its boulder
The Loner
Look pity and scorn
At the saddest loner ever born
Freak of nature
Needing more than you can nurture
It ain't his right
But he begs for a moment in the spotlight
Not even for someone to care
Just to acknowledge that he is there
Rage Against The Dying Of The Right
For times going way too long
The world has been going wrong
So that civilizations can no longer see the light
But I say rage, rage against the dying of the right
Our harmonies are in discord and so many have forgotten the song
Despite our will the road was too far and we weren't that strong
The distance is only met by a beam of light
But I protest rage, rage against the dying of the right
Warfare, famine, destruction, racism and death are the neighbors we're among
Because we live in a world where compassion and charity don't belong
But they live with love, truth and light
So I profess rage, rage against the dying of the right
Bleeding hearts dry up and numb
They pour out their life waiting for rescuers to come
But with every drop of blood sweat and tears it gets older
But with every drop of blood sweat and tears it gets colder
Not enough strength left on its shoulder
To carry its boulder
The Loner
Look pity and scorn
At the saddest loner ever born
Freak of nature
Needing more than you can nurture
It ain't his right
But he begs for a moment in the spotlight
Not even for someone to care
Just to acknowledge that he is there
Rage Against The Dying Of The Right
For times going way too long
The world has been going wrong
So that civilizations can no longer see the light
But I say rage, rage against the dying of the right
Our harmonies are in discord and so many have forgotten the song
Despite our will the road was too far and we weren't that strong
The distance is only met by a beam of light
But I protest rage, rage against the dying of the right
Warfare, famine, destruction, racism and death are the neighbors we're among
Because we live in a world where compassion and charity don't belong
But they live with love, truth and light
So I profess rage, rage against the dying of the right
Poetry Post 41 (how many more before I get paid?)
Hellfire
There was once a true hell
A land where only the wicked dwell
A land burning in sulfuric fire
A land of consequence for unnatural desire
The desire we all had since birth
And this land was called Earth
But Jah cried and cried out "let it rain upon the wicked"
A flood came as a blessing making them unconsciously dead
He washed away their sin
Which was inseparately from within
Cynical Man Of Love
Cynical man of love am I
I've watched women who try to win a man in lies
I've watched women give their hell another try
I've watched women give their heart to the same guy
Over and over after each deny
Cynical man of love am I
I've watched women rather seek selfish solitude than risk a single tear to cry
I've watched women walk love right on by
I've watched women reject the better guy
For the sake of the thrill of a sexual high
Bats & Dolphins
Like a bat and a dolphin
We stand out and don't fit in
Fair weather friends of the norm
Don't take us in on the day of the storm
I could fly freely in all of heaven
But I am not at one with the raven
And you can swim all the waters of the ocean
But you're all alone when you come out to breathe again
We live outside our rightful domain
So alone we must remain
There was once a true hell
A land where only the wicked dwell
A land burning in sulfuric fire
A land of consequence for unnatural desire
The desire we all had since birth
And this land was called Earth
But Jah cried and cried out "let it rain upon the wicked"
A flood came as a blessing making them unconsciously dead
He washed away their sin
Which was inseparately from within
Cynical Man Of Love
Cynical man of love am I
I've watched women who try to win a man in lies
I've watched women give their hell another try
I've watched women give their heart to the same guy
Over and over after each deny
Cynical man of love am I
I've watched women rather seek selfish solitude than risk a single tear to cry
I've watched women walk love right on by
I've watched women reject the better guy
For the sake of the thrill of a sexual high
Bats & Dolphins
Like a bat and a dolphin
We stand out and don't fit in
Fair weather friends of the norm
Don't take us in on the day of the storm
I could fly freely in all of heaven
But I am not at one with the raven
And you can swim all the waters of the ocean
But you're all alone when you come out to breathe again
We live outside our rightful domain
So alone we must remain
Poetry Post 40 (from a very unprolific writer)
The Model Clone
Peroxide in your hair
You pretend you don't care
Killing yourself with Virginia Slimms
And baking your tangerine skin
Fifteen pounds of silicon and eighty pounds of flesh
Thinner than the poverty-stricken children of Bangladesh
Are you a purging bulimic
Or an anorexic anemic
Dumb and dying don't care as long as they love your look
When was the last time you ate a meal or read a book
Substitute Lovers
I don't want to be a substitute for your affection
I know I'm not your idea of romantic perfection
So if you find me beyond behavioral correction
Just let me mourn awhile before we change direction
Reality
I don't believe in trinity
I don't believe in destiny
I don't believe in hellfire
I don't believe in flags
I don't believe in the cross
I don't believe in guns
I don't believe in democrats
I don't believe in corporations
I don't believe in republicans
I don't believe in organizations
If it ain't love, justice, wisdom and power
It ain't God's to keep in the final hour
Peroxide in your hair
You pretend you don't care
Killing yourself with Virginia Slimms
And baking your tangerine skin
Fifteen pounds of silicon and eighty pounds of flesh
Thinner than the poverty-stricken children of Bangladesh
Are you a purging bulimic
Or an anorexic anemic
Dumb and dying don't care as long as they love your look
When was the last time you ate a meal or read a book
Substitute Lovers
I don't want to be a substitute for your affection
I know I'm not your idea of romantic perfection
So if you find me beyond behavioral correction
Just let me mourn awhile before we change direction
Reality
I don't believe in trinity
I don't believe in destiny
I don't believe in hellfire
I don't believe in flags
I don't believe in the cross
I don't believe in guns
I don't believe in democrats
I don't believe in corporations
I don't believe in republicans
I don't believe in organizations
If it ain't love, justice, wisdom and power
It ain't God's to keep in the final hour
Poetry Post 39 (by unpopular demand)
Replies To The Taunter
Don't say that righteousness is a battle lost at birth
Why would Jesus Christ pay the ransom if we had no worth
Why should one proved righteous die for unrighteous man
If His demands of us was more than we can
How can you say you believe in trinity
When you can't even understand unity
Two and two aren't five; one and one and one ain't one
Don't try to excuse the massacres you've done
Don't tell me pure love isn't real
When you live in illusion slanderers tell you to feel
Love isn't self assuming trying to take control
Love doesn't hurt others to protect its soul
Because true love always persist
It may not be common but it will always exist
In something called marriage, family, brotherhood, Christianity
And all those who believe in the Divine Rights of Humanity
Cult Labeling
I follow no graven image
I don't retreat to a communal village
I don't follow any tribunal rites of passage
I don't take drugs looking for a vision
I conform only to my conscious decision
But I'm put on derision
I follow no mortal man
I look to reason and understand
The laws on which I stand
I don't pop a spiritual pill
I reason to convert not resort to kill
But they are those who label me a cultist still
Jehovah Bleeds
No one bleeds like Jehovah God
Fair weather friends use Him for their fame
But then Satan curses them
And they forsake God's Name
Satan gives the curse
Jehovah gets the blame
Blind and bitter apostates leave
Left the faithful and true in shame
Capitalist Trinitarians kill God as much as atheist intellects
Wicked people live in sin at the cost of Jehovah's respect
War, hellfire, racism, sexism, tithing all exist at the expense of God
To reject or blindly accept for Divine paths to trod
Don't say that righteousness is a battle lost at birth
Why would Jesus Christ pay the ransom if we had no worth
Why should one proved righteous die for unrighteous man
If His demands of us was more than we can
How can you say you believe in trinity
When you can't even understand unity
Two and two aren't five; one and one and one ain't one
Don't try to excuse the massacres you've done
Don't tell me pure love isn't real
When you live in illusion slanderers tell you to feel
Love isn't self assuming trying to take control
Love doesn't hurt others to protect its soul
Because true love always persist
It may not be common but it will always exist
In something called marriage, family, brotherhood, Christianity
And all those who believe in the Divine Rights of Humanity
Cult Labeling
I follow no graven image
I don't retreat to a communal village
I don't follow any tribunal rites of passage
I don't take drugs looking for a vision
I conform only to my conscious decision
But I'm put on derision
I follow no mortal man
I look to reason and understand
The laws on which I stand
I don't pop a spiritual pill
I reason to convert not resort to kill
But they are those who label me a cultist still
Jehovah Bleeds
No one bleeds like Jehovah God
Fair weather friends use Him for their fame
But then Satan curses them
And they forsake God's Name
Satan gives the curse
Jehovah gets the blame
Blind and bitter apostates leave
Left the faithful and true in shame
Capitalist Trinitarians kill God as much as atheist intellects
Wicked people live in sin at the cost of Jehovah's respect
War, hellfire, racism, sexism, tithing all exist at the expense of God
To reject or blindly accept for Divine paths to trod
Poetry Post 38 (just the beginning)
My Cat (Haiku)
When I am lonely
My cat sits all day by me
Till the pain leaves me
Self Actualization
I am not what I confessed
In truth I am by far less
I lost my will and my nerve
I'm far less than you deserve
Bicycle Odyssey
I love losing myself on a bike ride
A mental vacation where I can hide
If I need a change of place
I peddle to pick up the pace
If I feel safe I stop to enjoy the scenery
With cool breeze and shade I'm in serenity
Anytime there comes a lonely summer day
I go to peddle myself another way
I can clear my head and never be restrained
As long as I can ride my bike I can clear my brain
When I am lonely
My cat sits all day by me
Till the pain leaves me
Self Actualization
I am not what I confessed
In truth I am by far less
I lost my will and my nerve
I'm far less than you deserve
Bicycle Odyssey
I love losing myself on a bike ride
A mental vacation where I can hide
If I need a change of place
I peddle to pick up the pace
If I feel safe I stop to enjoy the scenery
With cool breeze and shade I'm in serenity
Anytime there comes a lonely summer day
I go to peddle myself another way
I can clear my head and never be restrained
As long as I can ride my bike I can clear my brain
Poetry Post 37 (a very special day of all poetry posting)
Role Playing & Self-Prophesy
Come here and look at me
Tell me everything you see
Let it be my self-prophesy
Set the standards of what I am to be
I have no self-will
Give me something to fulfill
I'll be whatever you say
I just need a role to play
To Brittany Gray VI
What can I offer what can I say
That would make you want to stay
I'd keep you in my embrace forever if I could find a way
What can I offer what can I do
To spend another moment with you
Anything for just a minute or two
Eluding Danger
Something sad and beautiful
Like a well attended funeral
Sudden escape from tragedy
Causing calm to conquer calamity
Alarmed
But unharmed
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
Come here and look at me
Tell me everything you see
Let it be my self-prophesy
Set the standards of what I am to be
I have no self-will
Give me something to fulfill
I'll be whatever you say
I just need a role to play
To Brittany Gray VI
What can I offer what can I say
That would make you want to stay
I'd keep you in my embrace forever if I could find a way
What can I offer what can I do
To spend another moment with you
Anything for just a minute or two
Eluding Danger
Something sad and beautiful
Like a well attended funeral
Sudden escape from tragedy
Causing calm to conquer calamity
Alarmed
But unharmed
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
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