Tuesday, May 5, 2009

PP 229

Lover's Trust
Lovers are so hard to trust
One or the other is often driven by lust
It's so hard to let your layers peel
When you're trying to find out what's real
There is no way to find clarity
When you're second guessing sincerity
Living on the edge it's hard to find your center
Particularly when you have a lover that's not a mentor
I can't meditate, reflect or focus
When every second I have to worry about us

Alone
Alone, sitting by the twilight fire
Without the one I truly desire
Alone without your love or compassion
Nothing to settle my burning passion
Without your love I couldn't exist
Thoughts of you make me persist
Can't you see I love you dearly
I can only live if you, too, love me

Self-Mentor
Please guide me away from sin and don't tell me you told me so
I don't need to be told things I already know
Just walk me away from sin and let me go
Even if I'm sinfully prone
I'm better off alone
My life is my own
I've learned my lesson before
So I'll endure
Even if I must learn it once more

Technology

Bettie Kaczynski:
Sitting alone in my bedroom watching tv
I see a world as I want it to be
I live in freedom by proxy
Thank God for technology
With my music louder than my doubt I can be free
Remote I'm in control of everything I see

PP 228

Passive Rage
Passive rage burns in my veins
Because people are dismissive of my pains
I'm kicked around forbidden to kick back
A quick defense only means a second attack
Why should anybody ever expect anything from me
When my life is always on their clock at what time am I free
I never feel at ease only agitation
Because social leisure carries a high expectation
so just kill me and lay my body in peace
Only then my raging pain be ceased

My Flower
You are not a weak wilting dainty daisy
You are not a small quaint pansy
You are a strong-stemmed sunflower fully grown
Facing ever toward the sun on your own

Absent Love (Haiku)
Where is the reason
What good can love ever do
If I don't have you

Expelled

Mrs Kaczynski:
It's not fair that it's you they expel
Bettie Kaczynski:
Well at least I'm outta that hell
Mrs Kaczynski:
Don't say such words little angel
Bettie Kaczynski:
At least I have a tv, a computer and a stereo
I can still keep my grades up to passing you know
Mrs Kaczynski:
But you don't want your grade point to get low
Bettie Kaczynski:
What's the point I don't care
It's not like any good will come to me from there
Narrator:
So he retired to his room with only technology and despair

Poetry Post 227

Emotional Option
For awhile my feelings have been a haze
I wish I could fade out through this phase
My life is in a foggy daze
My head's in the clouds with my heart's in the ground
Apathy, hatred, pain, numbness is all around
Covered by the walls they make I cannot be found

Suburban Life
Living in an Ohio suburban town
Waiting for the entertainment to come around
A seventy-five channel tv
With still nothing to get me happy
A radio is starting to play a happy song
But then is soon gone being only four minutes long
So I roam across town finding nothing but homes with "no trespassing" signs
Until I see a hang out just out of reach across the town border lines
So I go home to the radio and tv
And watch as time goes on and keeps passing by me

Broken Hearts
I was born to this world as a broken heart
I'd pick up the pieces but don't know where to start
I try to find love and do my part
But nothing is ever enough for a broken heart

Another Retaliation

Fred:
I heard you told on us to Mr Mason
Meet us after school and we'll bash your face in
Think you're tough Bettie name a time and place then
Bettie Kaczynski:
I'm late for Mrs Abbott's class
And I don't have a hall pass
Fred:
Why do you always kiss her ass
You seem to be her little bitch
Is that why you decided to snitch
Narrator:
And Fred pulled up his arm just to see Bettie flinch
But Mrs Abbott caught him and said
Mrs Abbott:
That's enough of terrorizing him Fred
I caught you plain and simple with your hands red
Fred:
What are they going to do to me whore
They've done nothing and everything before
Narrator:
Then Bettie punched Fred knock down to the floor

Poetry Post 226

World Tumult
It's hard to find your inner peace
When the world's anger and anxiety won't cease
Pressuring people make the world too uptight to ease
The depress cave in as the angry bullies do as they please
In a world of tumult how do we hold our own
Where hospitality was hostility is now shown
Neighborly love weeded out hometown hatred now grown
The name of God forgotten but Satan's still is known

Judicial Racism
There is something not fair
When a black man gets the chair
But if a cop shoots a "suspect" he gets a month off with pay
Take a look at these scenarios and see what they say
Baily, Cowens, Swilley, Pell, Cooke and Townley got forty-five years collectively
But Rubin Carter got and served seventeen years without being guilty
Many innocent men taking years of persecution
While Beckworth, Forrest and Dynamite Joe spent years free from prosecution

Another Day Of Work
Another cry to call
More work to befall
Never getting a moment's break
As my body starts to ache
But there will be a reward expected
And I'll be appreciated and respected
And a work awarded by a smile
Makes the work worthwhile