Monday, April 20, 2009
New Project Rock Opera
I've decided to go back to something I started when I was in my mid teens first listening to bands like Pink Floyd and the Who and that's write the libretto for a rock opera. The idea is very basic. the name is Bettie Kaczynski: Byproduct of Society The main character is a guy named Bettie used as sort of an homage to theatrical rock. The name Bettie Kaczynski is in case you haven't guess is satirical of Marilyn Manson. I don't like his music and I don't like his name but I liked the way he coined his name. Of course its beauty meets society's dark side like his band members Gidget Gein and Twiggy Ramirez. And while the last name is always going to be twisted I just hate Charles Manson too much (being a racist man who twisted the Bible's and the Beatles' message for his own twisted ambitions) to get pass that in the case of Marilyn Manson and plus Marilyn Monroe was just a typical Hollywood bombshell nothing unique except an empty ego. I chose Bettie Page because she's a pinup model who was the victim of domestic abuse who found an escape in fetish modeling and was barred from movies despite the fact she was hotter than other actresses who couldn't act and was deemed a threat by Congress (it's interesting to note Billy Wilder refused to work with Marilyn Monroe a third time because she was just a terrible actress in his opinion and Bettie's photos are no more obscene than anything by Marilyn who also posed for Playboy) And I picked Ted Kaczynski the unabomber because he was an eccentric loner who killed by technology to ironically prove technology's danger to mankind and he is suspected of having Asperger's Syndrome so he fascinates me. As a Jehovah's Witness (if not somewhat lapsed recently by depression) I am conscience minded of the entertainment I view but I have a laxed view of entertainment as it is really very subjective and any standard has inherit hypocrisies and my personal philosophy toward music and comedy is more liberal if you pardon the political phrase than toward films and video games but sometimes violence or sex in one situation may seem more justified by what is implied by the situation (ie does the storyline fixed around the offensive acts condone or praise aberrant behavior or does it emphasis the troubles of these situations without glorifying them) So as guidelines and inspirations on how to make this epic of mine I will listen to some of the following albums of rock opera that I hope I will enjoy as well (Random order)


















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Bettie Page,
rock opera,
Ted Kaczynski
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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Poetry Post 193
Unreluctant Hermit
I sit guardian of my own prison cell
Willingly protected by my own private shell
I find my loneliness more serene
Than the hectic phony social scene
I am an unreluctant hermit
Looking for a quiet place to sit
I like it better on my own
And until I make it otherwise known
Please just leave me alone
Loneliness In Bed
I lie in bed
But my love ain't there
And I'm not going anywhere
Got to put a band aid on my head
Got to hide the pain
This wound that will not heal
I must try to conceal
Block it from my brain
Sickness
Laying ill upon my bed
So much pain I wish I was dead
The aching pain I dread
Covers my stomach and head
I wake up with nauseating
Pain beyond the need of medicating
I must wait for the pain to end
Wait alone without a friend
I sit guardian of my own prison cell
Willingly protected by my own private shell
I find my loneliness more serene
Than the hectic phony social scene
I am an unreluctant hermit
Looking for a quiet place to sit
I like it better on my own
And until I make it otherwise known
Please just leave me alone
Loneliness In Bed
I lie in bed
But my love ain't there
And I'm not going anywhere
Got to put a band aid on my head
Got to hide the pain
This wound that will not heal
I must try to conceal
Block it from my brain
Sickness
Laying ill upon my bed
So much pain I wish I was dead
The aching pain I dread
Covers my stomach and head
I wake up with nauseating
Pain beyond the need of medicating
I must wait for the pain to end
Wait alone without a friend
Poetry Post 192
Gifts Of Brotherly Love
If you see a stranger, take him in
This reveals the person within
A man may atone for his sin
By taking his neighbor as his kin
With love and tolerance
One's life will find its balance
With hospitality you can buy a second chance
Look for brotherly love before romance
Divinity
To render justice with true evaluation
Takes knowledge of not only sin but situation
To show love of the Christ like sense
Takes shedding of the Christian pretense
To have wisdom from lips depart
Takes listening with an open heart
To have the power of empathy not force
Stuck (Haiku)
Help me please help me
I need to plant but lack seeds
Stuck in beginning
If you see a stranger, take him in
This reveals the person within
A man may atone for his sin
By taking his neighbor as his kin
With love and tolerance
One's life will find its balance
With hospitality you can buy a second chance
Look for brotherly love before romance
Divinity
To render justice with true evaluation
Takes knowledge of not only sin but situation
To show love of the Christ like sense
Takes shedding of the Christian pretense
To have wisdom from lips depart
Takes listening with an open heart
To have the power of empathy not force
Stuck (Haiku)
Help me please help me
I need to plant but lack seeds
Stuck in beginning
Friday, April 17, 2009
Poetry Post 191
Love And Lust
I love and I lust you
Why can't I feel the both of the two
I can desire body as much as its mind and heart
It doesn't matter which came first or how did it start
I crave every curve from head to heel
As much as I crave to feel as your heart does feel
I long to converse with your thoughts intellectually
As much as I yearn for foreplay intimacy
I want to make your heart swoon
As we spoon
I want long talks on daily walks at an easy pace
As much as I want to make your heart race
Love and lust are both how I truthfully feel
And both are equally real
Love Journey
It is naive
To believe
You will meet
Your soulmate down the street
It is very clear
They are never that near
You'll go a long distance
Before you will find the sign of a true romance
I don't even know
How far one should go
For I too journey
Without much knowledge of my destiny
Angelita
My wife in some day to be
Angelita my mother and my baby
My little angel I miss you tonight
But tomorrow it will alright
Every night I let pass through
Is a day closer to having you
I love and I lust you
Why can't I feel the both of the two
I can desire body as much as its mind and heart
It doesn't matter which came first or how did it start
I crave every curve from head to heel
As much as I crave to feel as your heart does feel
I long to converse with your thoughts intellectually
As much as I yearn for foreplay intimacy
I want to make your heart swoon
As we spoon
I want long talks on daily walks at an easy pace
As much as I want to make your heart race
Love and lust are both how I truthfully feel
And both are equally real
Love Journey
It is naive
To believe
You will meet
Your soulmate down the street
It is very clear
They are never that near
You'll go a long distance
Before you will find the sign of a true romance
I don't even know
How far one should go
For I too journey
Without much knowledge of my destiny
Angelita
My wife in some day to be
Angelita my mother and my baby
My little angel I miss you tonight
But tomorrow it will alright
Every night I let pass through
Is a day closer to having you
Poetry Post 190
Sin Cycle
Calmness through the turbulence
Turbulence through the calmness
If I were given another chance
I'd taken a road more bless
I condemn the bottle though a lonely drunkard
Cried for help every which way but nobody heard
I was born a sinner how could I die a saint
My natural sins devour me, my hope grows faint
I never hated myself this much before
But tomorrow I'll hate myself more
Daydreams
There's only one place to be
That you know you will be free
Where everything is as good as it seems
In the never ending land of daydreams
Man's Domination And Sedation
One half dominating the other half sedated
Who needs a cure when we're all self medicated
It doesn't matter how cruel the kingdom
As long as the subjects keep themselves numb
We are conditioned to love the whip or at least ignore it
As we go through life slavishly learning to endure it
Calmness through the turbulence
Turbulence through the calmness
If I were given another chance
I'd taken a road more bless
I condemn the bottle though a lonely drunkard
Cried for help every which way but nobody heard
I was born a sinner how could I die a saint
My natural sins devour me, my hope grows faint
I never hated myself this much before
But tomorrow I'll hate myself more
Daydreams
There's only one place to be
That you know you will be free
Where everything is as good as it seems
In the never ending land of daydreams
Man's Domination And Sedation
One half dominating the other half sedated
Who needs a cure when we're all self medicated
It doesn't matter how cruel the kingdom
As long as the subjects keep themselves numb
We are conditioned to love the whip or at least ignore it
As we go through life slavishly learning to endure it
Poetry Post 189
Incompatible
If you say hello and she says hi
It's time to walk away and say goodbye
Don't let it hurt your pride
She just doesn't want someone by her side
Because where you find elation
She only sees a limitation
So many hearts of passion grow numb
Because they blindly believe love can't come with freedom
Balance Of Life
The delicate balance of our existence
Is designed to endure with persistence
Holding on to Jehovah fighting Satan off with resistance
Keeping our vices at a distance
The Wall
A foolish time long ago I built a four way wall
To protect me from society's fall
But in the end it didn't help at all
Satan's army just crept up from the ground
There was no place to hide in
No one I could confide in
He put sin into me and the wall did collide in
Now sin is part of me and all around
If you say hello and she says hi
It's time to walk away and say goodbye
Don't let it hurt your pride
She just doesn't want someone by her side
Because where you find elation
She only sees a limitation
So many hearts of passion grow numb
Because they blindly believe love can't come with freedom
Balance Of Life
The delicate balance of our existence
Is designed to endure with persistence
Holding on to Jehovah fighting Satan off with resistance
Keeping our vices at a distance
The Wall
A foolish time long ago I built a four way wall
To protect me from society's fall
But in the end it didn't help at all
Satan's army just crept up from the ground
There was no place to hide in
No one I could confide in
He put sin into me and the wall did collide in
Now sin is part of me and all around
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