The Monkees (film) Scene XIX

(in the Monkeemobile on the way to Beverly Hills, Mike is driving with Micky in the front passenger seat)
Micky: How's everything with Shannon, Peter?
Peter: Not so good she seems to distance herself from me more often.
Davy: Well the honeymoon can't last forever
Mike: Tell me about it.
Peter: What's wrong Mike?
Mike: this tank is almost empty.
Peter: That's not what I meant (car pulls over in gas station Mike fills it up)
Micky: He knew what you meant Peter (Mike gets back in starts the car and it stalls)
Micky: What's wrong Mike?
Mike: My marriage
Micky: No I mean what's
Mike: My car is stalled so Mary won't be able to meet me for dinner at the hotel
Micky: Oh can't you call her?
Mike: To tell her to meet me here?
Micky: Where else?
Peter: How far is Clarksville from Beverly Hills?
Davy: What does that have to do with anything?
Peter: There's a train that leaves for Clarksville in 30 minutes, I have enough money for the tickets.
Davy: Good thing you kept that job at Toys R Us.
Mike: Okay let me call Mary where's the station Peter?
Peter: Just across the street let's go (they cross the street with their instruments packed and check the train schedule buy the tickets)
Mike: (on phone) Hey Mary can you meet us at the Clarksville train station...you don't have a car...What happened?...Oh Carole's using it...Can you get to the train station...You're going to go from Long Beach station to Clarksville...You will only have time to catch the 4:30 train arriving in Clarksville...Okay...How are you going to get to the train station...By bus okay (Song: Last Train To Clarksville)
Take the last train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station.
You can be be there by four thirty,
'Cause I made your reservation.
Don't be slow, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
'Cause I'm leavin' in the morning
And I must see you again
We'll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville.
I'll be waiting at the station.
We'll have time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation.
Oh... Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Now I must hang up the phone.
I can't hear you in this noisy
Railroad station all alone.
I'm feelin' low. Oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don't know if I'm ever coming home.
Take the last train to Clarksville,
Take the last train to Clarksville,

Poetry Post 152

Pain Of Parents
Go away Mom, go away Dad
Your fighting is making me paranoid and sad
I've got more pain than the two of you ever had
All you ever feel is mad
If you can't stop arguing and ease my pain
I might run away and go cross country on a train
I might use drugs to give myself an emotional drain
Or if those don't work I'll just point a gun to my brain
(I know this sucks but I wrote it as a moody teenager and once I officially canonize a poem it's in my catalog forever)

Bottled Up
Trapped in anger trapped in lust
My own self I cannot trust
I'm bottled up bout to burst
My feelings make me feel so cursed
If my passion won't relent
I'll need someplace to vent

Numbing Of An Addiction
Lost to my addiction
Everything feels like fiction
Except for external and internal friction
Am I evil, weak or dumb
It doesn't matter when you feel so numb
Don't even know what to say when God will come
Just that this sinner was a self victim
But my Light of Truth exists, lightly dim
Despite being a flawed gem
My chances are more than slim

Poetry Post 151

Mrs. WM
You welcomed me to your home
But you wouldn't let me into your heart
While your love left you alone
As your husband would depart
You loved me like a mother and a friend
But sadly never as a spouse
But your lover took business weekdays and ends
Never half as often entered your house
He claimed a deed to your home and your heart
It was first come first serve
He'll always say he was there from the start
But a distant financier is less than what you deserve

Nikki
How do you keep the stars in your eyes
How does your smile clear clouded skies
How does your touch warm me like the sun's rays
How does it come so softly in such gentle ways
How does your face glow like the moon's beam
How come your embrace does not wake me from this dream
For what I do know of cold reality
Someone as heavenly as you could never be near me

Ebony VII
Ebony my darkest ecstasy
Your love is still a thrill to me
You make me feel so free and high
Like sparrows in the sky
Ebony you stable me like a pill
Making me feel so calm and tranquil
Feet firmly founded on the ground with my head in the clouds
Being with you is better than serene solitude or comfort crowds
Ebony my only fear is disappointing you
I want to do whatever you need me to do
Just so I can keep taking you in each day
Making me feel forever this way

Poetry Post 150

Divine Patience & Love
I love you Jehovah but how long can I hold on
Waiting to save those tomorrow while those of yesterday are long gone
How am I to hold on to your love when all I feel is solitude
If sin gives pleasure and righteousness pain how can I maintain the proper Christian attitude
You are aware and forgiving of our state of weakness
Yet something bars me from feeling bless
How could mortal man fight sin and discouragement raging in the same soul
Knowing both are ever present can only hypocrites say they have it under control
This internal struggle perpetuates eternal strife
Had your Kingdom come years ago I could have seen eternal life

Lovers Trust
I can never love until I can trust
That's why my hopes return to the dust
Because I can't even trust myself to truest my peers
My love is inhibited by my doubts and fears
Is there any accountable who would count on me
What worthy person would tolerate my company
If I can't trust myself who else can I trust in my life
And if they were worthy of my trust they would deserve more than my strife

Fashion Morality
Morality is not fascism it's fashion
Dress liberal or conservative it all depends on the season
It's more about popularity than compassion
Every cause is an effect of a former cause regardless of reason
Let your bumper stickers and ribbons preach your philosophy
But picket signs and petitions are just out of place anymore
Don't worry about living up to the standards of the charity
Just dress in the morals and learn the slang of the subculture