War Politics
People say they love America because it's neutral
But the politics of America aren't even mutual
We take whatever they have to trade
And send them an army brigade
It's true every land that we spoil
Seems to strike oil
But if you don't agree that this is true
Don't attack if you can't defend your point of view
Wasted Work Ethic
A twenty level building, in each floor its own universe
Nobody explores the other realms, they just stay the course
The course of being stationary to each their own cubicle they go
Passerbys in awkward silence are the people they know
Never looking out, never speaking out, never getting out
Without seeing more seeking more you'll only know doubt
Wasted work ethic have killed humanity
Tied to our desks we don't know how to be free
Drafted III
Out on the battlefield
Next to a hundred souls killed
Staying in the foxhole to survive
Knowing its better not to kill and stay alive
It's sad to see how few amount of people knew
That you should do to others only only what you'd wish them to do to you
And that to murder
Is to lose the greater war
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Poetry Post 154
Faith In Humankind
It seems that this world has become such a cold hearted place
All the love in the world couldn't fill the smallest space
But the reason why I still have faith in humankind
Is that with you a good heart is always easy to find
My Soul
You got my soul
In your control
You took over my mind
You're in every thought I find
You were in my heart
From the very start
You flow in every vein
And I hope not in vain
But what I lack and desire much
Is to feel you in my touch
Seduction
Your pleasure is the finest prize to win
Next to caressing your honeydew skin
That gives you that glamorous and grateful grin
Systematically satisfying two with the same sin
The ecstasy was more than I would have ever believed
The sheer joy of the intimacy was more than I had ever received
Your vainless love showed me what I could achieve
Until I wake up just in time to see you leave
It seems that this world has become such a cold hearted place
All the love in the world couldn't fill the smallest space
But the reason why I still have faith in humankind
Is that with you a good heart is always easy to find
My Soul
You got my soul
In your control
You took over my mind
You're in every thought I find
You were in my heart
From the very start
You flow in every vein
And I hope not in vain
But what I lack and desire much
Is to feel you in my touch
Seduction
Your pleasure is the finest prize to win
Next to caressing your honeydew skin
That gives you that glamorous and grateful grin
Systematically satisfying two with the same sin
The ecstasy was more than I would have ever believed
The sheer joy of the intimacy was more than I had ever received
Your vainless love showed me what I could achieve
Until I wake up just in time to see you leave
Poetry Post 153
Hidden Passion
I miss you even when we're in mix company
Because social mores inhibit the passion burning in me
Only if I can ever have you alone can I ever feel free
Alone with all my senses tuned into you
Telepathically knowing what to do
Instinctually carrying it through
Tasting your tongue, feeling your flesh, smelling your sweat
Hearing your voice while I watch your face as you start to get wet
Making the sweetest memory we shall ever get
Departure
My heart is anchored in pain
I have no shelter from the rain
I'm a lone drifter of an empty plain
Once security now solitude occupies my brain
My sins weigh heavy on me
I am not the man I should be
A man of flesh can never be free
For all faults face some sort of scrutiny
But now I look at you
And I can see right through
And see all the sins you do
And you've lost all the trust I've given to
In faith, hope and love we were connected
But the bonds were eroded and infected
Somehow the bonds became unprotected
And our sins have made us disconnected
Personal Poverty (Haiku)
Twenty seven cents
Can't even buy more paper
To list all my needs
I miss you even when we're in mix company
Because social mores inhibit the passion burning in me
Only if I can ever have you alone can I ever feel free
Alone with all my senses tuned into you
Telepathically knowing what to do
Instinctually carrying it through
Tasting your tongue, feeling your flesh, smelling your sweat
Hearing your voice while I watch your face as you start to get wet
Making the sweetest memory we shall ever get
Departure
My heart is anchored in pain
I have no shelter from the rain
I'm a lone drifter of an empty plain
Once security now solitude occupies my brain
My sins weigh heavy on me
I am not the man I should be
A man of flesh can never be free
For all faults face some sort of scrutiny
But now I look at you
And I can see right through
And see all the sins you do
And you've lost all the trust I've given to
In faith, hope and love we were connected
But the bonds were eroded and infected
Somehow the bonds became unprotected
And our sins have made us disconnected
Personal Poverty (Haiku)
Twenty seven cents
Can't even buy more paper
To list all my needs
Monday, March 23, 2009
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,
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
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
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
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
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