Bettie Kaczynski:
I am Bettie Kaczynski
The symbol of modern society
I am the truth no one wants to see
A model of repression
That leads to regression
Where escape is an eternal obsession
Searching for technological advancement
To give us emotional enhancement
To a world that forgot what romance meant
Children born in a world without a chance
People everywhere but only at a distance
Because their emotions are guarded with persistence
What is the emotional opportunity
Of a close minded community
But alone the lonely can have unity
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Poetry Post 217
Man's Fleshly Works
The flesh is weak but it can still kill
How could God's mercy be on is still
When hate, apathy and greed is our strength, desire and will
Destruction of man and Earth to keep our bank accounts filled
We won't write a check to help our brothers in turmoil
But we would easily tie, torture and shot them for their oil
And we just wipe their blood under the dusty soil
Then set off to take our spoil
Armageddon Survival
Where will we be at Armageddon's wake
Could we be part of a world we did not make
Sitting secluded in congregated groups
Impatiently waiting for God to send His Troops
Why should we profit from God's peace
If we don't help make our dangers cease
I don't think taking God's protection is right
If we don't take a firmer stand in the fight
Life After The Controversy
Now that gone is that controversy
I can go on with the charade of loving me
To go on with life as if someone cared what I did or said
With the illusion of love in my head
Even amongst the controversy
I could admit I don't love me
But now the lie must live on
Although my respect for me is long gone
The flesh is weak but it can still kill
How could God's mercy be on is still
When hate, apathy and greed is our strength, desire and will
Destruction of man and Earth to keep our bank accounts filled
We won't write a check to help our brothers in turmoil
But we would easily tie, torture and shot them for their oil
And we just wipe their blood under the dusty soil
Then set off to take our spoil
Armageddon Survival
Where will we be at Armageddon's wake
Could we be part of a world we did not make
Sitting secluded in congregated groups
Impatiently waiting for God to send His Troops
Why should we profit from God's peace
If we don't help make our dangers cease
I don't think taking God's protection is right
If we don't take a firmer stand in the fight
Life After The Controversy
Now that gone is that controversy
I can go on with the charade of loving me
To go on with life as if someone cared what I did or said
With the illusion of love in my head
Even amongst the controversy
I could admit I don't love me
But now the lie must live on
Although my respect for me is long gone
The Rock Opera Is Finished
My rock opera is completed in 2 weeks, it's not long. It plays with 28 songs flowing into each other like a medley of 6 to 18 lines each. Each song of Bettie Kaczynski: Byproduct of Society will be posted individually with the name of the song and notes on which character sings which lines. Here are the overall details
The Characters (in order of appearance)
Songs
The Characters (in order of appearance)
- Bettie Kaczynski-narrates the subjective part of the story and is the protaganist (male)
- Mrs Kaczynski-mother of Bettie
- 7 Students-unnamed kids at school who play a minor part
- Narrator-strings the story along between dialog
- Fred-school bully who terrorizes Bettie
- Mr Mason-ineffective school principal
- Mrs Abbott-teacher who befriends Bettie
- eleanorrigby81-online friend of Bettie
- Dr. Grey-Bettie's psychiatrist
- Paramedic-person who saves Bettie's life
Songs
- Bettie Kaczynski
- Thirteen
- Hermit
- Pop Music
- Mama's Song
- Return To School
- Bettie's Assault
- Locked Up
- Principals Office
- Another Retaliation
- Expelled
- Technology
- Surrogate Connection
- Second Return
- Mrs. Abbott
- Ersatz Interface
- eleanorrigby81
- Invitation
- The Cliques
- After Class
- Locked Up Reprise
- Video Games
- Dr. Grey
- Bettie Can't Come
- The Mobile Phone
- Bettie's Missing
- Down By The River
- At Setter Hospital
Poetry Post 216
To Fly High
I had a dream to get out of town
To fly high and never look down
It finally came true
When I met you
Once I met you
There wasn't one thing I couldn't do
All at once I flew
Once I had you
Sobering Love
I see no need to alter my perception of reality
As long as you still choose to be with me
I have no reason to forsake my sobriety
You are my escape from all the evils that be
I don't need to be numb to avoid the pains I see
With your love I have the joy to be free
Free and away from the ugly lies of society
Social Insanity Vs Peaceful Isolation
I laugh at what society calls sanity
Because it lacks justice and humanity
Society can't give me security or mutual support
So why should I put forth the effort
Just leave me in peaceful isolation
In a private world of recreation
I had a dream to get out of town
To fly high and never look down
It finally came true
When I met you
Once I met you
There wasn't one thing I couldn't do
All at once I flew
Once I had you
Sobering Love
I see no need to alter my perception of reality
As long as you still choose to be with me
I have no reason to forsake my sobriety
You are my escape from all the evils that be
I don't need to be numb to avoid the pains I see
With your love I have the joy to be free
Free and away from the ugly lies of society
Social Insanity Vs Peaceful Isolation
I laugh at what society calls sanity
Because it lacks justice and humanity
Society can't give me security or mutual support
So why should I put forth the effort
Just leave me in peaceful isolation
In a private world of recreation
Friday, May 1, 2009
Poetry Post 215
My Generation
Waco, 9/11, Columbine
I sit along the borderline
Finding neither side is fine
A cursed society
Inflicted with calamity
Has shaped its image of me
Religion, politics, social classes
Defines and divides the masses
Life is just this phase thank God it passes
Middleground
If you look around
You will have found
That there are few who stand middleground
There's little balance anymore
On either side of any war
Scales tilted by the bloody gore
So many on each side gone
Still the stenchful battle lingers on
Who can tell the dead they won
What To Die For
I look at the wasteland of our Earth
I wonder what Jesus saw of any worth
The hungry wolf eats the baby lamb and cattle
The rapists and pillagers in lands ruined from their battles
Why did Christ try to bear his Light
To a world that fights for everything except right
Our hope is far too bleak
When our strongest are naive and weak
Those that could be best
Are tempted and swayed by the rest
Don't tell me there is no hell
Where do you think we dwell
We all live in our minds
Where bad lets good lag behind
We live sin in every breathe
The only escape is the other side of death
I just feel Jesus died for nothing saved he missed heaven
Because nothing down here is worth saving
Waco, 9/11, Columbine
I sit along the borderline
Finding neither side is fine
A cursed society
Inflicted with calamity
Has shaped its image of me
Religion, politics, social classes
Defines and divides the masses
Life is just this phase thank God it passes
Middleground
If you look around
You will have found
That there are few who stand middleground
There's little balance anymore
On either side of any war
Scales tilted by the bloody gore
So many on each side gone
Still the stenchful battle lingers on
Who can tell the dead they won
What To Die For
I look at the wasteland of our Earth
I wonder what Jesus saw of any worth
The hungry wolf eats the baby lamb and cattle
The rapists and pillagers in lands ruined from their battles
Why did Christ try to bear his Light
To a world that fights for everything except right
Our hope is far too bleak
When our strongest are naive and weak
Those that could be best
Are tempted and swayed by the rest
Don't tell me there is no hell
Where do you think we dwell
We all live in our minds
Where bad lets good lag behind
We live sin in every breathe
The only escape is the other side of death
I just feel Jesus died for nothing saved he missed heaven
Because nothing down here is worth saving
Poetry Post 214
Better Or Lucky
So your wit is more acute
And you have a fine suit
So you always have your hair comb
And you have a nice home
Does that mean you're better than me
Or that you're just lucky
Just because my possessions are few
It doesn't mean I'm worse than you
I do so much for others
And I treat them like brothers
But then you get so much more
When love to you is just a chore
Painful Family
It's hard to deal with the pain in me
Set there because of my family
A father who never showed he was there
A sister who never showed she could care
A mother who guarded me from real life
But not from my aunt's need to add more strife
Oh how I need to break free
And start my own family
Wendy
Wendy my love it's so easy to see
Why it's only you I adore
Only you have I seen true beauty
And each day your beauty grows even higher than before
So your wit is more acute
And you have a fine suit
So you always have your hair comb
And you have a nice home
Does that mean you're better than me
Or that you're just lucky
Just because my possessions are few
It doesn't mean I'm worse than you
I do so much for others
And I treat them like brothers
But then you get so much more
When love to you is just a chore
Painful Family
It's hard to deal with the pain in me
Set there because of my family
A father who never showed he was there
A sister who never showed she could care
A mother who guarded me from real life
But not from my aunt's need to add more strife
Oh how I need to break free
And start my own family
Wendy
Wendy my love it's so easy to see
Why it's only you I adore
Only you have I seen true beauty
And each day your beauty grows even higher than before
Poetry Post 213
Guilt
You gotta wash yourself clean but you'll never wash away the dirt you feel inside
You gotta lock yourself away in seclusion but can never hide
You can bottle it up or let it out but there's only you with who to confide
Sin leads to sin but guilt bars you from all the sin and virtue of pride
You can only lay asleep on the pillow you cried
Hopes And Pipe Dreams
Resurrection is looking like a pipe dream
Is it even possible for God to be as forgiving as you make Him seem
But if Jehovah cannot love me for what I am
Then I know by His Hand I am damned
Can I be an object of love
By someone placed so high above
This tainted world I'm part of
In a world of hawks will God care for a single broken dove
Through The Tunnel
Thirty-two unique beautiful people sardined into an eerie subway
Traveling with thirty-one strangers through a dark tunnel trapped from the light of day
Yet an unspoken unity is amongst us thirty-two
Keeping our faith that we will come out with the sun shining through
You gotta wash yourself clean but you'll never wash away the dirt you feel inside
You gotta lock yourself away in seclusion but can never hide
You can bottle it up or let it out but there's only you with who to confide
Sin leads to sin but guilt bars you from all the sin and virtue of pride
You can only lay asleep on the pillow you cried
Hopes And Pipe Dreams
Resurrection is looking like a pipe dream
Is it even possible for God to be as forgiving as you make Him seem
But if Jehovah cannot love me for what I am
Then I know by His Hand I am damned
Can I be an object of love
By someone placed so high above
This tainted world I'm part of
In a world of hawks will God care for a single broken dove
Through The Tunnel
Thirty-two unique beautiful people sardined into an eerie subway
Traveling with thirty-one strangers through a dark tunnel trapped from the light of day
Yet an unspoken unity is amongst us thirty-two
Keeping our faith that we will come out with the sun shining through
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