Love Left
I beg on bended knee
You still walk over me
I give a platinum rose
You leave upturning your nose
Broken Hearted
What ever happened to the love I thought we had
Why did you take me just to make me sad
I lay in the dark broken hearted
I have nothing left to live for since you have parted
I'm trapped in a room
Filled with misery and gloom
My only hope to move on
Is to make my memory of you gone
Losing You
If I could only have you
I wouldn't care what my life was coming to
I'd pay any cost
To get back what I lost
I listen to oldies singers on my stereo
Every song is about a girl they had to let go
As time changes they are led into danger
Having to trust the hands of a stranger
Every poem I ever read
Is of love lost to the dead
These thoughts swim in my head
Tormenting me in my lonesome bed
I only wish for the old days of you and me dead
I only wish for you to be here
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Monkees (film) Scene XIV
(Main room with Mike, Peter, Carole, Mary and Shannon; Micky just entering)
Carole: So what's wrong with Davy?
Micky: A mid life crisis or perhaps an epiphany.
Mike: Really?
Micky: Yeah and I think he'll need some time alone he's calling old girlfriends.
Mike: When can we practice again?
Peter: When's the TV audition?
Mike: Davy told me in a month.
Peter: Then we'll have plenty of time to practice but for now let's all take our girlfriends
Mike: Or wife
Peter: And just spend some time with them it could inspire a song
Micky: Let's go to the beach it's in our backyard Shannon.
(all exit in pairs)
Carole: So what's wrong with Davy?
Micky: A mid life crisis or perhaps an epiphany.
Mike: Really?
Micky: Yeah and I think he'll need some time alone he's calling old girlfriends.
Mike: When can we practice again?
Peter: When's the TV audition?
Mike: Davy told me in a month.
Peter: Then we'll have plenty of time to practice but for now let's all take our girlfriends
Mike: Or wife
Peter: And just spend some time with them it could inspire a song
Micky: Let's go to the beach it's in our backyard Shannon.
(all exit in pairs)
98th Volume Of Poetry
Ricochet The Bullets
Every day I have to argue with you to ricochet the bullets
I have to resort to my final wits
I wish I could just leave and call it quits
So I wouldn't have to put up with your screaming
But all I can do is resort to daydreaming
To a place better in seeming
To a place without your lies
The only place I can go without your battle cries
Away from this place where the bullet flies
My Fault
If I could write a song
You'd say the tune is wrong
I could cheer you when you're sad
But you would only get mad
Then I could apologize
But you'd damn me with your eyes
Then what else can I do
It's all my fault to you
Nothing
The words "I'll die alone"
Are carved in metallic stone
I aimlessly roam
For I have no home
And wherever my heart takes root
No one partakes of its fruit
My heart bleeds and it cries
Trampled in the dirt it lies
Every day I have to argue with you to ricochet the bullets
I have to resort to my final wits
I wish I could just leave and call it quits
So I wouldn't have to put up with your screaming
But all I can do is resort to daydreaming
To a place better in seeming
To a place without your lies
The only place I can go without your battle cries
Away from this place where the bullet flies
My Fault
If I could write a song
You'd say the tune is wrong
I could cheer you when you're sad
But you would only get mad
Then I could apologize
But you'd damn me with your eyes
Then what else can I do
It's all my fault to you
Nothing
The words "I'll die alone"
Are carved in metallic stone
I aimlessly roam
For I have no home
And wherever my heart takes root
No one partakes of its fruit
My heart bleeds and it cries
Trampled in the dirt it lies
97th Volume of Poetry
Returning To My Room
Returning to my room
Am I just returning to my womb
Or preparing for my tomb
Could I die and never live
Could I love and not know how to give
Codependent Social Phobia
I am not dependable
I am not befriendable
I am not amendable
I am just too stressed
By emotions unrepressed
That aren't to be expressed
I need love but am disconnected
Apart from others, I'm not respected
Sitting aloof to the crowd they feel suspected
Alone I feel tension
In crowds I sense pretension
A sense that self is in remission
Twenty Lonely Years
Twenty years old alone every minute of it
Momentary lapses of company leave after a bit
Goodbye always feels so rude
Like charity t'ward me and I'm suppose to have gratitude
If any of them would care
They wouldn't be going anywhere
They would look after me
They would embrace me every moment I was lonely
If their hearts were warm
My confidence they'd reaffirm
But they can't communicate if they're never there
And if they can't communicate they can't care
Returning to my room
Am I just returning to my womb
Or preparing for my tomb
Could I die and never live
Could I love and not know how to give
Codependent Social Phobia
I am not dependable
I am not befriendable
I am not amendable
I am just too stressed
By emotions unrepressed
That aren't to be expressed
I need love but am disconnected
Apart from others, I'm not respected
Sitting aloof to the crowd they feel suspected
Alone I feel tension
In crowds I sense pretension
A sense that self is in remission
Twenty Lonely Years
Twenty years old alone every minute of it
Momentary lapses of company leave after a bit
Goodbye always feels so rude
Like charity t'ward me and I'm suppose to have gratitude
If any of them would care
They wouldn't be going anywhere
They would look after me
They would embrace me every moment I was lonely
If their hearts were warm
My confidence they'd reaffirm
But they can't communicate if they're never there
And if they can't communicate they can't care
Poetry Post 96
Permissive Racism
Living in a land of rapists and racists
How can people wonder why I am an escapist
People always thinking I'm rude because I can't relate
In a world so tolerate of indifference and hate
How can so many black men be found guilty on the defense
When so many free whites started the offense
If a black man kills he makes his people a disgrace
But if a white man kills he's Jewish, queer or somehow disowned from his race
How can color say who is right
Ain't there different shades of white
Dave Berkowitz and Timothy McVeigh were just as light
Does their race make them more or less trustable at night
How can any race be pure with pedophiles and serial killers in their gene pool
How can the ignorant call another man a fool
At least the whites can afford a good school
But that doesn't matter as long as a black doesn't rule
The Activist
Traveling person to person
Trying to get a good deed done
Helping others to find time and invest
In a socially active interest
I passionately pursued people to get fliers sent
But the more I tried the more I found others indifferent
Weak and rejected I had nearly quit
Shut down the charity before I even started it
I continued to preach to each passerby
Asking about the destruction of the Earth but they couldn't care why
Charities are not a place the public will have their lives spent
When slow comfortable deaths are more convenient
One Weak Race
Every man is just a man
Doesn't matter whether native or foreign
We are all doom to sin
Over and over again
There is a drunk in every town
And each country has a killer wearing a crown
There is no use in dividing us by the features of our face
Every nationality has a national disgrace
So don't hate a man for the color of his skin
For there's a weaker man wearing the same shade you're in
And if you track back into your family's history
You'll find the reason for this similarity
Living in a land of rapists and racists
How can people wonder why I am an escapist
People always thinking I'm rude because I can't relate
In a world so tolerate of indifference and hate
How can so many black men be found guilty on the defense
When so many free whites started the offense
If a black man kills he makes his people a disgrace
But if a white man kills he's Jewish, queer or somehow disowned from his race
How can color say who is right
Ain't there different shades of white
Dave Berkowitz and Timothy McVeigh were just as light
Does their race make them more or less trustable at night
How can any race be pure with pedophiles and serial killers in their gene pool
How can the ignorant call another man a fool
At least the whites can afford a good school
But that doesn't matter as long as a black doesn't rule
The Activist
Traveling person to person
Trying to get a good deed done
Helping others to find time and invest
In a socially active interest
I passionately pursued people to get fliers sent
But the more I tried the more I found others indifferent
Weak and rejected I had nearly quit
Shut down the charity before I even started it
I continued to preach to each passerby
Asking about the destruction of the Earth but they couldn't care why
Charities are not a place the public will have their lives spent
When slow comfortable deaths are more convenient
One Weak Race
Every man is just a man
Doesn't matter whether native or foreign
We are all doom to sin
Over and over again
There is a drunk in every town
And each country has a killer wearing a crown
There is no use in dividing us by the features of our face
Every nationality has a national disgrace
So don't hate a man for the color of his skin
For there's a weaker man wearing the same shade you're in
And if you track back into your family's history
You'll find the reason for this similarity
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Poetry Post 95
Free Will & Common Sense
God endowed us with the gift of free will
So that we may do as we will
Common sense rules us still
Don't run into the flames of the fire of the Devil
So if Satan offers you a bet
Taking it will be your surest regret
For once you've seen your match is met
Your soul is his to get
Pay It Forward
You'll never get anything free if no one ever gives free
So it might as well start with you and me
The Golden Rule needs to take action
To live life with satisfaction
My Campaign
I fear nor pledge allegiance to any man
Nothing earthly shall change a single plan
It doesn't matter who's the President
I shall accomplish all that I was meant
I have battles yet to be won
No matter what's in the way I will see my work done
This is not a vain Messiah Complex
My will is too strong to be vexed
I shall continue my campaign of Christian ideals
To teach social liberation and ecological conservation is real
(written in 2004 I was feeling down that the war still going on now wouldn't end)
God endowed us with the gift of free will
So that we may do as we will
Common sense rules us still
Don't run into the flames of the fire of the Devil
So if Satan offers you a bet
Taking it will be your surest regret
For once you've seen your match is met
Your soul is his to get
Pay It Forward
You'll never get anything free if no one ever gives free
So it might as well start with you and me
The Golden Rule needs to take action
To live life with satisfaction
My Campaign
I fear nor pledge allegiance to any man
Nothing earthly shall change a single plan
It doesn't matter who's the President
I shall accomplish all that I was meant
I have battles yet to be won
No matter what's in the way I will see my work done
This is not a vain Messiah Complex
My will is too strong to be vexed
I shall continue my campaign of Christian ideals
To teach social liberation and ecological conservation is real
(written in 2004 I was feeling down that the war still going on now wouldn't end)
Poetry Post 94
Faded Dreams
Faded dreams laying everywhere
Things I wanted to do but couldn't dare
Lost is my will and inspiration
Lying in quiet desperation
The dreams die so slowly
It goes unknowingly
It's gone and my life's wasted away
As I reach closer to my final day
Dead Beat Dad
Dear father you've always been a jerk
It's your fault our family never could work
You blamed us for starving but never taught us how to fish
It's like our worst misery is your greatest wish
You live as if you were the definition of Right
But all you ever were was simply uptight
Dad you could never relate
All you ever wanted was to judge and hate
You threw us in the water and watched us drown
Dead beat dads at least don't stay to look down
No Progress (Haiku)
Progress immobile
Chained trapped here feeling hostile
There is no escape
Faded dreams laying everywhere
Things I wanted to do but couldn't dare
Lost is my will and inspiration
Lying in quiet desperation
The dreams die so slowly
It goes unknowingly
It's gone and my life's wasted away
As I reach closer to my final day
Dead Beat Dad
Dear father you've always been a jerk
It's your fault our family never could work
You blamed us for starving but never taught us how to fish
It's like our worst misery is your greatest wish
You live as if you were the definition of Right
But all you ever were was simply uptight
Dad you could never relate
All you ever wanted was to judge and hate
You threw us in the water and watched us drown
Dead beat dads at least don't stay to look down
No Progress (Haiku)
Progress immobile
Chained trapped here feeling hostile
There is no escape
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