Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Warnings

Thoreau:
I already smell something evil in the air
A scent of danger in a world that doesn't care
Apathy can cause things courage couldn't dare
I've alerted the town in the local gazette
That this move is something to regret
But they haven't seen the signs yet
I have to try the Mayor again
But the secretary won't let me in
Just another battle I couldn't win

Poetry Post 302

No Longer Cheerful Days
The better half of my life
Has been given more than my share of strife
The happiness was always fleeting
Pain always gave an unfriendly greeting
But when I was a young boy I always had someone to turn to
Pain was just someone I hardly knew
But now no longer are my cheerful days
It was all just a childhood phase

Adolescents Theme
Doing my best to do a good job
My mom calling me lazy and a slob
I try and try again to please her
Never getting a moment of leisure
She's never happy to be with me
She'll criticize anything she'll see
Always trying to lead a happy life
But constant work from her sends me strife

At Night
At night I drink away
The problems that haunt me at day
I go into dreams
Where nothing is as painful as it seems
Where love is around
And peace can be found
But awake to a brand new day
Just waiting to drink my problems away

To The Mayor

Thoreau:
Hello I'm Thoreau here to see Mayor Thompson
Tobacco is ruining our town and something's got to be done
Mayor's Secretary:
I don't see why the industry's helping everyone
Thoreau:
This goes beyond agriculture and the economy
But even so the farmers are headed toward poverty
You just need to have the foresight to see
When every farmer is growing that worthless weed
We'll grow more than they demand or need
And the factories will exploit wages for their greed
Mayor's Secretary:
Isn't that true for every industry?
Thoreau:
No there's always a demand for the necessary
Even many harmless forms of luxury
But tobacco drains the resources of the land
Mayor's Secretary:
But smokers will keep it in high demand
Thoreau:
Not when the soil's depleted you understand
And if the Mayor doesn't do something there'll be hell to pay
Mayor's Secretary:
Well the Mayor is too busy anyway
You'll have to try another day

Poetry Post 301

Racism In The City
In a dark subway a black man stands alone
Trying to earn a dime playing his saxophone
To get his bread and water having to make it on his own
While a white man makes it rich by being his clone
While laying half dead on her knees
Is a poor homeless Chinese
While men of the New World can do as they please
Ripping the Old World land with ease
And a down and out Jew trying to find some peace in it all
As he watches society fall
Seeing the discrimination put upon him and the others down the car hall
As a white Christian man makes the call
And out in the cold street pushing a cart
Is an Arab with a saddened heart
As the ignorant break him away part by part
And the power hungry American makes millions in his super mart
Because the suits get the higher pay
And for the rest, the sky of the Land of the Free will always be gray

Modern World Blues
It seems today that it's too hard to even try
It all seems that we should lie down to die
Whatever happened to what was good
What makes it so hard to do what we should
I can't even recall what was the date
When I realized this world had all this hate
Now all we get is bad news
Is all part of the modern world blues
What had ever happened to the good old days
It was so long ago it feels like a haze
But yet I still know it existed one day
And I sure hope it comes back to me some way
Every day you wake up by your breakfast time
You turn on your tv to see the daily crime
And have you ever felt it was a shame
That to so many life was just a game
Well they say life was always this way
They don't remember that golden day
You go to work and you find out how sick people are
Don't you wish you' hide from the world into someplace far
What had ever happened to the good old days
It was so long ago it feels like a haze
But yet I still know it existed one day
And I sure hope it comes back to me some way
By the time you get home you feel like you just shouldn't care
Sometimes you wonder if the world has a hope or a prayer
And all the more you care the more you worry
About how every thing is suppose to be
Now it is approaching night fall
And what was that day worth at all
You then cry to sleep in your bed
While the sin is stuck in your head
What had ever happened to the good old days
It was so long ago it feels like a haze
But yet I still know it existed one day
And I sure hope it comes back to me some way

Goodbye To Cruelty
It's time to finally say goodbye to cruelty
It's time to finally set us free
Cruelty has made so many leave this world too frequently
It's time to stop cruelty from making insanity
It's time to change before it's too late
We must work to stop the injustice and hate
To change the world's final fate
Or else we will have destroyed all that was created

The Dilemma

Thoreau:
Farmer Neil must really be in a bind
He's either losing his faith or his mind
I know there's a better solution to find
Tobacco will deplenish and destroy the soil
Why not just rape the land for coal and oil
When the nutrients are drained so is the spoil

Poetry Post 300

Tunnel Light
Trapped inside a dungeon wall
With no friend in sight
And nothing to do at all
The only hope stands on a tunnel light
That guides me out of my death trap
And frees me from isolation
But the light might fade being my only map
And I'll be stuck forever is desolation
But it still shines so bright
To help guide me
Out of emotions that are as dark as night
And finally break the chains and set me free
Now I am out of the trap to where there is no more strife
And now I am free to restart my life

The Need Of A True Friend
Walking my own path I only find myself trapped again
Lost in the fright of midnight in a road's dead end
I'm constantly lost in this trail without a guide
It wouldn't be so lonely with a friend by my side
But I never had one who remained true
Or else I might have gotten through
Maybe if I still had a friend
My life wouldn't be a dead end

Death Gray
Why did you lock me away
And hide me from the light of day
Only to see my walls of death gray
In my steel cold room
Where there's only unescaping gloom
Unable to be released from eternal doom
Why did you have to be ashamed of me
You treat me as if I lost my sanity
But I can't find a single reason why you won't set me free

Debate

Farmer Neil:
Good evening it's nice to have you here Thoreau
But before you say a thing there's something you should know
To pay my mortgages I agreed to grow tobacco
Thoreau:
How could you agree to that Neil?
Big Tobacco would never strike a fair deal
Farmer Neil:
Yes, of course we all know how you feel
But I'll never be evicted off my land
Thoreau:
It's no longer your land now you understand
All of you and yours is at their command
Farmer Neil:
It's my decision and I don't see the harm
As long as I can stay here this is my farm
Thoreau:
Well then this news will come with some alarm
But what will you do when they build their factory?
Do you think their pollution will help the community?
Farmer Neil:
Do you think it's done any harm to the city?
Thoreau:
You mean other than lowering the life expectancy?
Or exploited workers living in poverty?
Farmer Neil:
Just shut your mouth until you're in the same boat as me

Poetry Post 299

Lucy
Lucy my friend
It is always nice to see you again
Being with you
Makes the darkest storm seem clear and blue
Lucy you make everyone cheer
Every time you come near
Your laughter and innocent ways
Can keep me happy for days
Why won't you stay for awhile
Keep me warm with your smile
And together we will be
United and happy

Lonely
Where is my Guiding Light
My Intimate Pleasure of Midnight
It ain't fair it ain't right
That all my love goes down in the fight
I wrote Mindy a love poem a day
She got scared and ran away
Lydia and Brittany were both my friend
But that's was where the line's end
I loved Leslie though she was married
Thoughts of Ashley I'd rather leave buried
Amanda, Rachel and La Tonya left in different ways
Derica and Ebony faded out like a phase
I left my heart with Alicia, Amber, Ashleigh, Molly, Nikki, Courtney, two Heathers, Lindsay, Kari, another Brittany, another Ashley in no time at all
My heart has been loaned, lent, bent, bruised, broken and thrown against the wall
Always giving the remains to another girl
But left alone to die in this world

The Dumbest Love Poem Ever Written
Every time I see you my pupils dilate
I start to forget all the world's hate
To have you would make the world seem second rate
And to know you but not have you could destroy the beauty of everything once called great
The only solution is for you to be my mate