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
Monday, June 22, 2009
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
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