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

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

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

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

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

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

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?