Going Home
Going home after a long day's work
My back is aching my mind is sleeping
I'm doom by the student's torment
My solitude in my room I'm keeping
Goodbye good riddance so long
No longer going to take it
Leaving this building of immature kids
On the bus to leave the endless pit
Surreal World Of Pain
Dead branches clinging on naked trees
O'er bloody leaves dead months past blowing in the breeze
Dark land parallel to a cold and evil sky
Makes you wonder when you're going to die
Broad paths leading nowhere
With something bitter left in the air
Just another dead leaf about to fall
You cry but no one replies to the call
Ungiven Needs
I need to be loved
I get shoved
I need hugs
But all I'm offered are drugs
I'm given what I didn't need
I'm given only a napkin as my soul bleeds
Monday, February 16, 2009
Poetry Post 70
War Sheep
How can a guilty nation be blessed by God
Turning aside from the Shepherd's Rod
To march to war the cursedly trod
Fighting and killing on a foreign battlefield
Presuming and assuming some Holy Shield
Thinking they should start quick when they should have learned to yield
Militant Cults
The NRA militants say their Savior is a gun
It saved their souls and had their wars won
Protecting them from other militant bearing arms
Not realizing it was the guns setting off the alarms
Honey (Haiku)
Hierarchy of needs
Which is essentially you
You're my only need
How can a guilty nation be blessed by God
Turning aside from the Shepherd's Rod
To march to war the cursedly trod
Fighting and killing on a foreign battlefield
Presuming and assuming some Holy Shield
Thinking they should start quick when they should have learned to yield
Militant Cults
The NRA militants say their Savior is a gun
It saved their souls and had their wars won
Protecting them from other militant bearing arms
Not realizing it was the guns setting off the alarms
Honey (Haiku)
Hierarchy of needs
Which is essentially you
You're my only need
The Monkees (Film) - Scene XI
(Micky and Peter picking up women at the bar with Carole)
Bartender: I thought I told you, you can't be here if you can't afford the drinks.
Micky: What if Carole still can?
Bartender: How do you make so much money?
Carole: You already know how.
Micky: You don't do tricks Carole?
Carole: No and I'm offended you'd suggest that, you know a tease makes more money.
Bartender: Now that I know your secret I'll stop wasting my time.
Carole: That's what they all say.
Peter: I just thought of something Micky.
Micky: What?
Peter: I really hope the songwriting competition isn't judged in part by song title because between me, you and Mike our best song titles are "Papa Gene's Blues" "Randy Scouse Git" and "For Pete's Sake"
Micky: Yeah they'll probably toss them away as novelty songs.
Carole: So are you both not going to follow Mike's songwriting pact?
Peter: I don't know
Carole: What if it's just you two keep the pact.
Micky: What about Davy?
Peter: What about him we don't need him.
Carole: So then you need a new guitarist and bass player.
Peter: I can play bass and guitar as well as keyboards.
Micky: Only problem is not at the same time
Peter: Davy knows about as much about bass playing as Sid Vicious and you were stuck playing the drums because Mike, Davy and myself ducked out of that position. You're a guitarist.
Micky: So you want to go solo Peter?
Peter: Would you consider working with Neil and Stephen?
Micky: They work with David and Graham and besides I'm not a folkie. (Davy comes running toward them)
Davy: Guys I got great news we got a gig on a variety show sort of like American Idol only for real bands, Mike is already in on it, I called him already. He told me you guys left the group but for a four year record deal I think you might want to reform.
Micky: Was that what the phone call was about earlier?
Davy: Not at first it wasn't but Valleri informed me about an ex auditioning for the show.
Peter: Valleri Simpson?
Davy: Oh yeah sorry Peter, but considering how she acted I didn't think it would really mean anything to you...but are we still on for the gig we need you buddy.
Peter: Okay.
Davy: Great Mike's coming here with our instruments to practice this new song I wrote.
Bartender: No you're not we don't play live music here.
Davy: The owner of this bar says it does and here's the contract (hands over contract) for us to play.
Bartender: When did you get this agreement?
Davy: Last night the owner said we bring so much business he'd let us play here any night we want for free so long as I perform with the group and I have a song written and ready. (Mike arrives; sets up)
Mike: We're ready. (Micky, Peter, Davy, Mike go to their instruments)
Davy: Hey hay we're the Monkees and tonight we are recording live to audition for the Great American Band so next month we may be coming to your TV so can we get some hometown support (crowd roars) (song: Oh My My)
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
I think of us together
It takes my breath away.
Up to the sky I go flying
"Oh my my" is all I can say.
Break
Oh my my
Oh my my my my
Oh my my my my my my
Oh my oh my (oh my oh my oh my my my my my my)
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my girl you feel so good.
(offstage Peter sits back at the bar)
Shannon: (to Peter) Hey you playing keyboards would you like to have a talk with a fan.
Peter: (without looking) If you're after Mike or Micky they're involved if you want Davy I'll introduce you to his bedroom,
Shannon: What? No! What's your name?
Peter: Peter Tork (turns around; gets nervous) actually my full name is Peter Halsten Thorkelson and I am really sorry about my rudeness I was just screwed over by a couple of ex girlfriends one was trying to get to Davy the other wanted my day job.
Shannon: I'm so sorry things must be getting complicated for you especially in your outlook on romance; I myself am typically a cynical withdrawn person at least most people think I am.
Peter: Why would anyone think you're cynical you're extremely charming.
Shannon: (blushes) Thanks, it's because my parents broke up I don't take relationships seriously not to say I take sex lightly (blushes) but I learn to be self sufficient and being alone I typically don't have to care what people think so I have a lot of quirks. I've probably just ruined my shot with you...
Peter: That's what I thought about myself a moment ago.
Shannon: Thank God you're so patient by now people just give me the funniest looks. This connection we're having is really restoring my faith in companionship.
Peter: Me too (song; I'm A Believer)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Bartender: I thought I told you, you can't be here if you can't afford the drinks.
Micky: What if Carole still can?
Bartender: How do you make so much money?
Carole: You already know how.
Micky: You don't do tricks Carole?
Carole: No and I'm offended you'd suggest that, you know a tease makes more money.
Bartender: Now that I know your secret I'll stop wasting my time.
Carole: That's what they all say.
Peter: I just thought of something Micky.
Micky: What?
Peter: I really hope the songwriting competition isn't judged in part by song title because between me, you and Mike our best song titles are "Papa Gene's Blues" "Randy Scouse Git" and "For Pete's Sake"
Micky: Yeah they'll probably toss them away as novelty songs.
Carole: So are you both not going to follow Mike's songwriting pact?
Peter: I don't know
Carole: What if it's just you two keep the pact.
Micky: What about Davy?
Peter: What about him we don't need him.
Carole: So then you need a new guitarist and bass player.
Peter: I can play bass and guitar as well as keyboards.
Micky: Only problem is not at the same time
Peter: Davy knows about as much about bass playing as Sid Vicious and you were stuck playing the drums because Mike, Davy and myself ducked out of that position. You're a guitarist.
Micky: So you want to go solo Peter?
Peter: Would you consider working with Neil and Stephen?
Micky: They work with David and Graham and besides I'm not a folkie. (Davy comes running toward them)
Davy: Guys I got great news we got a gig on a variety show sort of like American Idol only for real bands, Mike is already in on it, I called him already. He told me you guys left the group but for a four year record deal I think you might want to reform.
Micky: Was that what the phone call was about earlier?
Davy: Not at first it wasn't but Valleri informed me about an ex auditioning for the show.
Peter: Valleri Simpson?
Davy: Oh yeah sorry Peter, but considering how she acted I didn't think it would really mean anything to you...but are we still on for the gig we need you buddy.
Peter: Okay.
Davy: Great Mike's coming here with our instruments to practice this new song I wrote.
Bartender: No you're not we don't play live music here.
Davy: The owner of this bar says it does and here's the contract (hands over contract) for us to play.
Bartender: When did you get this agreement?
Davy: Last night the owner said we bring so much business he'd let us play here any night we want for free so long as I perform with the group and I have a song written and ready. (Mike arrives; sets up)
Mike: We're ready. (Micky, Peter, Davy, Mike go to their instruments)
Davy: Hey hay we're the Monkees and tonight we are recording live to audition for the Great American Band so next month we may be coming to your TV so can we get some hometown support (crowd roars) (song: Oh My My)
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
I think of us together
It takes my breath away.
Up to the sky I go flying
"Oh my my" is all I can say.
Break
Oh my my
Oh my my my my
Oh my my my my my my
Oh my oh my (oh my oh my oh my my my my my my)
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my girl you feel so good.
(offstage Peter sits back at the bar)
Shannon: (to Peter) Hey you playing keyboards would you like to have a talk with a fan.
Peter: (without looking) If you're after Mike or Micky they're involved if you want Davy I'll introduce you to his bedroom,
Shannon: What? No! What's your name?
Peter: Peter Tork (turns around; gets nervous) actually my full name is Peter Halsten Thorkelson and I am really sorry about my rudeness I was just screwed over by a couple of ex girlfriends one was trying to get to Davy the other wanted my day job.
Shannon: I'm so sorry things must be getting complicated for you especially in your outlook on romance; I myself am typically a cynical withdrawn person at least most people think I am.
Peter: Why would anyone think you're cynical you're extremely charming.
Shannon: (blushes) Thanks, it's because my parents broke up I don't take relationships seriously not to say I take sex lightly (blushes) but I learn to be self sufficient and being alone I typically don't have to care what people think so I have a lot of quirks. I've probably just ruined my shot with you...
Peter: That's what I thought about myself a moment ago.
Shannon: Thank God you're so patient by now people just give me the funniest looks. This connection we're having is really restoring my faith in companionship.
Peter: Me too (song; I'm A Believer)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
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