Destined Love
The man and the woman need each other that's how it is designed to be
There's nothing wrong with me needing you or you needing me
Two birds can fly together and still be free
You shouldn't deny the desire of your heart
Your innate needs you showed from the start
Humans were not meant to be set apart
There is no harm in trying to find
Someone with the same frame of mind
So two together will be one of a kind
Nothing about it is demeaning
You're still a valuable human not a worthless thing
It is simply a symbol of love that gives you this ring
Soulmates
Soulmates are man made not God created
By people who feel closer than if they were related
It is a bond of intimate passion
And a bond of intimate compassion
Something of spirituality
Something of sexuality
But most of all something of unity
Something that leads me to understand you and you to understand me
Taken
You took my gold
No thank you told
You, who was enchanted
Took my love for granted
Everything I give you have taken
My love and trust you've forsaken
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Volume 92 of Poetry
Barriers
Everything that defines me
Is all that confines me
My vast CD collection
Is sensory protection
My defenses dull and numb
From Asperger's Syndrome
My only outlet
Comes as a poet
But no one reads the press
Of a Jehovah's Witness
The Storm
Hiding in my basement room
Trying to hide from the thunder and wind
Never seeing the world above
Just keep hiding again and again
Crash, swish, bam, crackle, boom, swoosh
Too dangerous to go up above
So I hide in this hole in the ground
But I come up to a world without love
Years I spent under the ground
Confident in this lonely shell
The storm has now been long over
Now living where the loveless people dwell
Musical Drugs
My hands shake like the beating of my empty heart
Never deciding where to go or where to start
The soundtrack of my heart plays in my mind with the synchronizing of my pulse
Pumping this placebo in my veins finding the hope is false
I just float with the melody
Soothing my tormented mentality
Only to vamp my vital signs on velocity and volume
Distortion of the chords that bind foreshadow my doom
Musical stimulants and depressants playing with my head
What does it matter if I won't get out of bed
Everything that defines me
Is all that confines me
My vast CD collection
Is sensory protection
My defenses dull and numb
From Asperger's Syndrome
My only outlet
Comes as a poet
But no one reads the press
Of a Jehovah's Witness
The Storm
Hiding in my basement room
Trying to hide from the thunder and wind
Never seeing the world above
Just keep hiding again and again
Crash, swish, bam, crackle, boom, swoosh
Too dangerous to go up above
So I hide in this hole in the ground
But I come up to a world without love
Years I spent under the ground
Confident in this lonely shell
The storm has now been long over
Now living where the loveless people dwell
Musical Drugs
My hands shake like the beating of my empty heart
Never deciding where to go or where to start
The soundtrack of my heart plays in my mind with the synchronizing of my pulse
Pumping this placebo in my veins finding the hope is false
I just float with the melody
Soothing my tormented mentality
Only to vamp my vital signs on velocity and volume
Distortion of the chords that bind foreshadow my doom
Musical stimulants and depressants playing with my head
What does it matter if I won't get out of bed
Poetry Post 91
World Sold Out
Commercials have celebrities endorsing stores
Religions have God endorsing wars
Politicians have American endorsing them
Fashion has sex to endorse their ever changing whim
It seems more things sell out
Than they speak out
A generation with so many voices
A generation with so few choices
Fair
The evil powers that be push for warfare
As the crooked and greedy take the needy's welfare
Busy and indifferent parents leave their kids in a day care
This is the society that sets the standard of fair
Opium Of The Masses
Pornography is the new opium of the masses
Appeasing the oppressed classes
No other ideals need be expressed
Masturbation calms the stressed
With the working class self simulating intercourse
The Bourgeois are free to be their worse
Pleasure with no need for purpose or worth
So the powers that be can rule and ruin the Earth
Commercials have celebrities endorsing stores
Religions have God endorsing wars
Politicians have American endorsing them
Fashion has sex to endorse their ever changing whim
It seems more things sell out
Than they speak out
A generation with so many voices
A generation with so few choices
Fair
The evil powers that be push for warfare
As the crooked and greedy take the needy's welfare
Busy and indifferent parents leave their kids in a day care
This is the society that sets the standard of fair
Opium Of The Masses
Pornography is the new opium of the masses
Appeasing the oppressed classes
No other ideals need be expressed
Masturbation calms the stressed
With the working class self simulating intercourse
The Bourgeois are free to be their worse
Pleasure with no need for purpose or worth
So the powers that be can rule and ruin the Earth
Poetry Post 90
Eluding Danger III
Times are getting stranger
Getting harder to elude the danger
Harder to learn how to manage
Harder to deal with the damage
Taking three leaps to stay one step ahead
Taking a rest at a slower pace will lead you dead
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
Rock N Roll Angels
This is for Dylan, Lennon, Waters, and Cobain
To the harp playing angels who identify with my pain
The road I walk in changin' times
You've guided me through with fabled rhymes
Igniting the Revolution of Imagination
I needed no fear of any man's nation
You were there when I came to call
Connected not parted by a common "wall"
And with "tender age in bloom"
You carried the burden of my sorrows and my gloom
Where I Belong
Take me back to where I belong
Where all day long
We sing our silly love song
In a world without war
And crime survives no more
And where love can endure
Times are getting stranger
Getting harder to elude the danger
Harder to learn how to manage
Harder to deal with the damage
Taking three leaps to stay one step ahead
Taking a rest at a slower pace will lead you dead
Just escaping a series of unfortunate events
Solving and surviving problems are just ongoing accomplishments
Rock N Roll Angels
This is for Dylan, Lennon, Waters, and Cobain
To the harp playing angels who identify with my pain
The road I walk in changin' times
You've guided me through with fabled rhymes
Igniting the Revolution of Imagination
I needed no fear of any man's nation
You were there when I came to call
Connected not parted by a common "wall"
And with "tender age in bloom"
You carried the burden of my sorrows and my gloom
Where I Belong
Take me back to where I belong
Where all day long
We sing our silly love song
In a world without war
And crime survives no more
And where love can endure
Poetry Post 89 (something to keep me going)
Outdoors
Looking among the vast space
No destruction from the human race
Life is all in peace and harmony
Stay there for all time yet more to see
The fresh breeze is reassuring
The painful world I'm ignoring
All God created is all I need
No more of the world of greed
Everything so fresh and new
Nothing mere chance could do
The flower beds are where I lie
There I live, stay and die
My Backyard
I look across the grass so green
Seeing trees and flowers across the field
All the beauty of God's dear painting brush
Looking at the beauty that doesn't yield
I must thank Jehovah God for this day
I don't want this memory to fade away
When bad times strike again
My backyard will be just like a friend
My Bike Ride II
Going back to the adventurous trail
Getting back on my bike to ride
I am free from my emotional jail
The tears are gone where once I cried
I will go where my bike takes me
I will ride pass my fear and pain
On my bike like a bird I'm free
I'll keep riding to free my brain
Looking among the vast space
No destruction from the human race
Life is all in peace and harmony
Stay there for all time yet more to see
The fresh breeze is reassuring
The painful world I'm ignoring
All God created is all I need
No more of the world of greed
Everything so fresh and new
Nothing mere chance could do
The flower beds are where I lie
There I live, stay and die
My Backyard
I look across the grass so green
Seeing trees and flowers across the field
All the beauty of God's dear painting brush
Looking at the beauty that doesn't yield
I must thank Jehovah God for this day
I don't want this memory to fade away
When bad times strike again
My backyard will be just like a friend
My Bike Ride II
Going back to the adventurous trail
Getting back on my bike to ride
I am free from my emotional jail
The tears are gone where once I cried
I will go where my bike takes me
I will ride pass my fear and pain
On my bike like a bird I'm free
I'll keep riding to free my brain
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Monkees (film)- Scene XIII
(Davy's room Micky follows Davy in)
Davy: Get out
Micky: I think you have something you want to talk about.
Davy: Like what?
Micky: Whatever it is that makes you miss Valleri, if you had a strong liking toward her why did you tell her to leave?
Davy: I don't like her. She represents everything that's holding me back
Micky: Your horniness?
Davy: No what's holding me back in the band. Fame means more to me than being in a band, until my mind woke up. Mike was right companionship and music matters. Sex isn't companionship if it's all about self-gratification....
Micky: (breaking fourth wall) Wow now we are trying to make a PG-13 family film.
Davy: Grow up no one under 30 even remembers us. Anyway if I try to break solo and get one night stands who is going to be there to recollect the good times when we are all 30.
Micky: Peter, Mike and me are all 30, Peter is 33 and Mike is 32 actually.
Davy: Yes I know but that's what I'm talking about, I need to get serious about the band but I also need a serious girlfriend.
Micky: Like a wife?
Davy: Yes, by the way how come you and Carole aren't married?
Micky: Besides the fact I can't afford to take care of her, a fear of becoming like Mike, so swallowed up by ambition he can't enjoy what he's already achieved. Marriage drives him to prove himself and I could never do that. (Song; Someday Man)
Some people always complain that their life is too short so they hurry it
along
Their worries drive them insane but they still go along for the ride
As for me
I have all the time in the world
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
Some folks are working for reasons and waiting for answers they're never
gonna find
They keep on searching for pleasures and looking for what they can't see
But for me
Life can be a sweet holiday
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Davy: Get out
Micky: I think you have something you want to talk about.
Davy: Like what?
Micky: Whatever it is that makes you miss Valleri, if you had a strong liking toward her why did you tell her to leave?
Davy: I don't like her. She represents everything that's holding me back
Micky: Your horniness?
Davy: No what's holding me back in the band. Fame means more to me than being in a band, until my mind woke up. Mike was right companionship and music matters. Sex isn't companionship if it's all about self-gratification....
Micky: (breaking fourth wall) Wow now we are trying to make a PG-13 family film.
Davy: Grow up no one under 30 even remembers us. Anyway if I try to break solo and get one night stands who is going to be there to recollect the good times when we are all 30.
Micky: Peter, Mike and me are all 30, Peter is 33 and Mike is 32 actually.
Davy: Yes I know but that's what I'm talking about, I need to get serious about the band but I also need a serious girlfriend.
Micky: Like a wife?
Davy: Yes, by the way how come you and Carole aren't married?
Micky: Besides the fact I can't afford to take care of her, a fear of becoming like Mike, so swallowed up by ambition he can't enjoy what he's already achieved. Marriage drives him to prove himself and I could never do that. (Song; Someday Man)
Some people always complain that their life is too short so they hurry it
along
Their worries drive them insane but they still go along for the ride
As for me
I have all the time in the world
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
Some folks are working for reasons and waiting for answers they're never
gonna find
They keep on searching for pleasures and looking for what they can't see
But for me
Life can be a sweet holiday
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Tomorrow's a new day, baby
Anything can happen
Anything can happen at all
I was born
A someday man
I'm a maybe child
I was born
A someday man
I was always wild
Poetry Post 88
Bigots II
Peter said "for a certainty God is not partial"
Also His Gospel is not martial
God sees equal as fair
Joint benefactors and heir
Whether man or woman
There is no ban
Whether Jew or Greek
God loves the meek
Whether slave or free
God looks at you with equality
Despite your selfish pride; the Negro, Woman and Jew
Are all equal to you
(for clarification I use the term Negro for rhythmic fitting and use it as a term of righteous pride as Martin Luther King used it not in the aforementioned selfish pride of a racist also I used Biblical passages from Acts 10 and Galatians 3)
Trickle Up Theory
Poor man works for a cheap government job
A fireman, teacher, librarian whatever just another working class slob
Goes in overdrive and over in debt
To let his children have what they want to get
For his daughters Gucci, Starbucks and Versace
Just to keep in fad and be the neighborhood hottie
And when the sons have some money to burn
It's music, movies and porn
The money disappears like evaporation
Rising back to some dog eat dog corporation
That won't buy anything from a local store or diner
They pay a slave owning top of the line fashion designer
And the rich sell more for more and buy more for less
Keeping the poor in distress
Intellectual Wisdom
The status quo
Is the intellect's foe
The more you ask the more you know
Don't let ignorance grow
Rules help us monitor and regulate
But first we must go investigate
See if we're planting seeds of love or of hate
Before it's too late
Caesar's things to Caesar but first God's things to God
Let He who's perfect use the rod
Judge and you shall be judged
Learn to love let go of your grudge
Peter said "for a certainty God is not partial"
Also His Gospel is not martial
God sees equal as fair
Joint benefactors and heir
Whether man or woman
There is no ban
Whether Jew or Greek
God loves the meek
Whether slave or free
God looks at you with equality
Despite your selfish pride; the Negro, Woman and Jew
Are all equal to you
(for clarification I use the term Negro for rhythmic fitting and use it as a term of righteous pride as Martin Luther King used it not in the aforementioned selfish pride of a racist also I used Biblical passages from Acts 10 and Galatians 3)
Trickle Up Theory
Poor man works for a cheap government job
A fireman, teacher, librarian whatever just another working class slob
Goes in overdrive and over in debt
To let his children have what they want to get
For his daughters Gucci, Starbucks and Versace
Just to keep in fad and be the neighborhood hottie
And when the sons have some money to burn
It's music, movies and porn
The money disappears like evaporation
Rising back to some dog eat dog corporation
That won't buy anything from a local store or diner
They pay a slave owning top of the line fashion designer
And the rich sell more for more and buy more for less
Keeping the poor in distress
Intellectual Wisdom
The status quo
Is the intellect's foe
The more you ask the more you know
Don't let ignorance grow
Rules help us monitor and regulate
But first we must go investigate
See if we're planting seeds of love or of hate
Before it's too late
Caesar's things to Caesar but first God's things to God
Let He who's perfect use the rod
Judge and you shall be judged
Learn to love let go of your grudge
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