The Madman
Every single dreary, December night
Came a horrifying fright
From the noise from the gusts of wind outside
Came the murderous voice outcried
The cry of a madman
Roaming across the land
Luring little children with his treats
Taking every soul he meets
A sick, perverted man is he
Taking each life so disgustingly
Never trust this deceiving man
Don't say hello to him or shake his hand
Loveless World
Waking up in a world full of hate
The love the world owned has grown dim of late
Looking out in a world without love
Sometimes I wonder if there's a Lord above
All alone in my isolation
Is there anyone who loves me in all creation
I continue to live without a friend
And it will be that way till the end
Doctor Visit
Walking down the hall of doom
Entering the doctor's room
As the doctor examines me
I wonder what the problem could be
I wait for the doctor to tell me why I am ill
As I sit in this room fearing as the world stands still
The doctor finally comes back with the bad news to tell me
Now I'm stuck in my room with no place to be
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Farmer's Plight
Farmer Neil:
Working the plow across my field
Praying for a full harvest to yield
With forty acres yet to be tilled
When your life depends on your land
You know the real meaning of supply and demand
But that doesn't make things go as planned
And a few things you just can't do nothing about
You can't control a flood or drought
Or what to manage to do without
If there's not enough crops
To fill the grocery shops
Then our economy stops
Because farming is all we got in Walden
And that's the way it's always been
Because someone's got to bring the harvest in
Working the plow across my field
Praying for a full harvest to yield
With forty acres yet to be tilled
When your life depends on your land
You know the real meaning of supply and demand
But that doesn't make things go as planned
And a few things you just can't do nothing about
You can't control a flood or drought
Or what to manage to do without
If there's not enough crops
To fill the grocery shops
Then our economy stops
Because farming is all we got in Walden
And that's the way it's always been
Because someone's got to bring the harvest in
Poetry Post 294
Struggle Of The Mortal Revolution
My loved ones mourn not at my death but the death of a revolution
The enduring revolution borne to one's own resolution
Enduring but mortal as the soul that borne it
Persistent so long as the soul don't quit
Though sometimes dormant or even comatose
It can always rise again so long as the soul grows
But once your soul is dead and rotting
All you fight for is soon forgotten
Married Women
I talk to married women with ease
Whether waxing deep philosophical or shooting the breeze
Casually conversing we mutually please
But all we do or say is nothing but a tease
Because they go back to their mate
Spending their love to men who don't appreciate
Don't want to and never tried to communicate
I never understood how they relate
These women have a friend and a lover but not with the same guy
Women never want a man who is both and I don't know why
Maybe they only need me to pass the time by
But I'm always the friend never the lover no matter how hard I try
Perspiration
I got to keep motivated moving and not relent
Got to make sure every minute is a moment well spent
Spend each second like it's God's sent
Keep moving like I was hellbent
I got to up my perspiration
Each time I get the inspiration
Give birth to each creation
Because conceptions don't matter at your expiration
My loved ones mourn not at my death but the death of a revolution
The enduring revolution borne to one's own resolution
Enduring but mortal as the soul that borne it
Persistent so long as the soul don't quit
Though sometimes dormant or even comatose
It can always rise again so long as the soul grows
But once your soul is dead and rotting
All you fight for is soon forgotten
Married Women
I talk to married women with ease
Whether waxing deep philosophical or shooting the breeze
Casually conversing we mutually please
But all we do or say is nothing but a tease
Because they go back to their mate
Spending their love to men who don't appreciate
Don't want to and never tried to communicate
I never understood how they relate
These women have a friend and a lover but not with the same guy
Women never want a man who is both and I don't know why
Maybe they only need me to pass the time by
But I'm always the friend never the lover no matter how hard I try
Perspiration
I got to keep motivated moving and not relent
Got to make sure every minute is a moment well spent
Spend each second like it's God's sent
Keep moving like I was hellbent
I got to up my perspiration
Each time I get the inspiration
Give birth to each creation
Because conceptions don't matter at your expiration
Thoreau Is Finished
My third rock opera is finished. All rough drafts are finished that is before I type it up I rewrite what I wrote to check for grammar errors and like Bettie Kaczynski and The Preacher this has 28 songs, so it will be awhile before I type it
This is the tracklist
This is the tracklist
- Farmer's Plight
- Friendly Visit
- At The Farmer's Market
- Last Hope
- Devil's Weed
- Debate
- The Dilemma
- To The Mayor
- Warnings
- Quitting
- No Help
- Father/Daughter
- After School
- Spousal Support
- Neil's Lament
- The Union
- Agricultural Cultivation Laborers Union
- CEO Meeting
- Failure
- Legal Advice
- Legal Theft
- Carthage
- Wives
- Salt March
- Pegi's Lament
- Paths
- New Jobs
- The After Effect
- Farmer Neil
- Thoreau
- Raleigh
- Pegi
- The Mayor's Secretary
- The Gazette Editor
- Rachel
- Fossey
- CEOs
- Mr. Dawson
- Keith Andersen
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Poetry Post 293
How Many Friends
How many friends are truly a friend
Who will lend a hand till my end
Is there anyone who will carry me through
But does it matter there is nothing they can do
There is no help you can provide
So fair weather friends you may go back to hide
I'll just go back to my shell
And live in my own inner hell
The Finger And The Hand
The finger that blames me belongs to the hand that feeds me
But in it's judgmental mentality it doesn't realize how much it needs me
13-30
I am thirteen going on thirty
Rapid intelligence and sense of morality reaching toward maturity
Now I'm going on thirteen from thirty
Moments of maturity blocked by puberty
How many friends are truly a friend
Who will lend a hand till my end
Is there anyone who will carry me through
But does it matter there is nothing they can do
There is no help you can provide
So fair weather friends you may go back to hide
I'll just go back to my shell
And live in my own inner hell
The Finger And The Hand
The finger that blames me belongs to the hand that feeds me
But in it's judgmental mentality it doesn't realize how much it needs me
13-30
I am thirteen going on thirty
Rapid intelligence and sense of morality reaching toward maturity
Now I'm going on thirteen from thirty
Moments of maturity blocked by puberty
Poetry Post 292
Mother Why
Mother, there is something I have to ask
If you're not too busy with your task
Can I leave my home to go out on a date?
How will I know if she is just a friend or a soul mate?
How come when I enter a room others give a vibe of hate?
Why is there doom to all the things I create?
Mother, why do I feel so ill?
I seem incapable to do anything but lie still
Is there someone out on the kill
Lurking over the hill?
Can you get rid of the thoughts that haunt me?
If you are not too busy
Pain
I can't begin to explain
The source of my pain
I was never beaten or raped
Yet there's a feeling of pain I can't escape
Between my first memory and birth
I abandoned a sense of self worth
Good And Bad Acts
My goodness goes without being acknowledged
This ignorance from them is leaving me on the edge
All my mistakes are condemned before they're even made
Contempt grows as appreciation fades
Their eyes are closed when I helped them
Until they search for faults on which to condemn
What the hell can I do
All but the bad is blinded from you
Mother, there is something I have to ask
If you're not too busy with your task
Can I leave my home to go out on a date?
How will I know if she is just a friend or a soul mate?
How come when I enter a room others give a vibe of hate?
Why is there doom to all the things I create?
Mother, why do I feel so ill?
I seem incapable to do anything but lie still
Is there someone out on the kill
Lurking over the hill?
Can you get rid of the thoughts that haunt me?
If you are not too busy
Pain
I can't begin to explain
The source of my pain
I was never beaten or raped
Yet there's a feeling of pain I can't escape
Between my first memory and birth
I abandoned a sense of self worth
Good And Bad Acts
My goodness goes without being acknowledged
This ignorance from them is leaving me on the edge
All my mistakes are condemned before they're even made
Contempt grows as appreciation fades
Their eyes are closed when I helped them
Until they search for faults on which to condemn
What the hell can I do
All but the bad is blinded from you
Poetry Post 291
Wife Wanted
Lonely, eager, sensitive man searching for a wife
Qualities must include loyalty all their life
Single, average, kind hearted man trying to be complete
The personality I'm searching for is lovable and sweet
Smart, well to do, handsome male looking for a mate
Replier please don't think this is going to be a one time date
If you're loving, caring, well dependable and kind
Please reply back 7007 to be mine
My True Brother
Throughout my life there has been no other
You are better than a friend but my true brother
We will stay together and never part
I'm not afraid to say "I love you with all my heart"
Through times both good and bad
All of which we had
We have remain friends strong as before
And together we stay forever more
John Lennon & Yoko Ono
John Lennon
Your life you were just re-beginning
A newer truer song you were singing
Bringing your life to a higher meaning
You were starting to find love as good as you could imagine
You were no longer hunted by All The President's Men
You finally knew where to find
Some kind of peace of mind
But then a crazed fan came from behind
As things came clear they came to unwind
Four out of five bullets found in your back
And the family you once lacked now find it's you they lack
Lonely, eager, sensitive man searching for a wife
Qualities must include loyalty all their life
Single, average, kind hearted man trying to be complete
The personality I'm searching for is lovable and sweet
Smart, well to do, handsome male looking for a mate
Replier please don't think this is going to be a one time date
If you're loving, caring, well dependable and kind
Please reply back 7007 to be mine
My True Brother
Throughout my life there has been no other
You are better than a friend but my true brother
We will stay together and never part
I'm not afraid to say "I love you with all my heart"
Through times both good and bad
All of which we had
We have remain friends strong as before
And together we stay forever more
John Lennon & Yoko Ono
John Lennon
Your life you were just re-beginning
A newer truer song you were singing
Bringing your life to a higher meaning
You were starting to find love as good as you could imagine
You were no longer hunted by All The President's Men
You finally knew where to find
Some kind of peace of mind
But then a crazed fan came from behind
As things came clear they came to unwind
Four out of five bullets found in your back
And the family you once lacked now find it's you they lack
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