(Night time at the park same as Scene III)
Mike (dog): Finally a nice place to pee (relieves himself) okay now to take Brian home. Hey where's Brian? Oh my God where's Brian? I've lost Brian. Where did he go? I hate when he wanders off. (sense of relief) Oh right I ran away, but why? Maybe I could ask Elizabeth? No wait she doesn't have the gift. That's right I'm suppose to go to her and talk to her about... oh wait she can't talk to me. Let's see how did I get here? I woke up this morning, went to the bathroom, argued with Thomas, gnawed on my butt, took a walk, and I tried to get Brian to speak with Elizabeth and that didn't work so we went back and he typed his article for the dating magazine and (puzzled) what was I talking about? (Thomas comes walking by)
Thomas (cat): You were going to Elizabeth's so she can return you to Brian, just as he starts to notice you're missing.
Mike: So why are you here Thomas?
Thomas: To make sure you get to her before he really starts to worry about you.
Mike: Well you should go back and distract him so he doesn't notice any quicker.
Thomas: Elizabeth lives on Cardinal Lane.
Mike: I knew that
Thomas: Yes knew, hence past tense just reminding you, Cardinal Lane.
Mike: Well I didn't forget. She lives on Cardinal Lane.
Thomas: And Brian lives on Princeton Road.
Mike: (aggravated, growling) Get out smart-elic
Thomas: Fine but if you're gone for more than three days I'm telling Brian everything (licks front paws three times and scampers off)
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sweet 16th Poetry Log
Fire
Fire, the living non-living
Energy of it's soul it starts giving
Warm, shining brightly upon midnight
Burning and churning giving off light
How bright it shines our soul
Burning wild and out of control
Living and producing freely
A symbol of doing what we dare to be
October Rain
Walking through the October rain
Letting it wash away my pain
Feeling the wind blowing on by
As I watch the leaves start to fly
I sit on my bench shielded beneath the tree
And I watch around the rain that covers me.
To Lindsey Fox And Heather Beckett
To all this world my words are mute
My own significance minute
Save only you, who cared for me
Who showed me love I longed to see
Whose love is lasting forever
And time shall never dissever
Constant as the river does flow
It warms myself down to the soul
With eyes that shine on through the night
Like stars that light the heavens bright
You welcome me like summer's breeze
You calm me like the shade of trees
You make me feel so very calm
With just a simple touch of the palm
Embracing me with your silk skin
It sooths me to be with you now and then
Man's Best Friends Scene VI
(main apartment room same as Scene IV)
Thomas (cat): Done already?
Brian (man): Yeah, emailed it to Mr. Jenkins already.
Mike (dog): Why do you call him Mr. Jenkins?
Brian: Because that's his name
Mike: No, I mean how come you don't call him by his Christian name?
Brian: Oh, well I never met him.
Thomas: What about during the interview process?
Brian: That was with human resources.
Thomas: So you trust your personal work with a complete stranger but can't have a casual conversation with a woman you have been pining after and studying for the past god knows how many months?
Brian: (embarrassed) Well that is one way of looking at it. I'll check my emails (leaves)
Mike: That's it I'm running away to the library tomorrow morning when Elizabeth starts work there. Then when she sees me she'll recognize me and take me back to Brian and then he'll have to talk to her.
Thomas: He'll still avoid any conversation with her but don't let that keep you from fulfilling my dreams.
David: Of eating me?
Thomas: Get off yourself already for a depressed paranoid hamster you sure do have your mind set on yourself.
Mike: Well as much as I love this little day drama I think I'll tune out early. (leaves out the window)
Thomas (cat): Done already?
Brian (man): Yeah, emailed it to Mr. Jenkins already.
Mike (dog): Why do you call him Mr. Jenkins?
Brian: Because that's his name
Mike: No, I mean how come you don't call him by his Christian name?
Brian: Oh, well I never met him.
Thomas: What about during the interview process?
Brian: That was with human resources.
Thomas: So you trust your personal work with a complete stranger but can't have a casual conversation with a woman you have been pining after and studying for the past god knows how many months?
Brian: (embarrassed) Well that is one way of looking at it. I'll check my emails (leaves)
Mike: That's it I'm running away to the library tomorrow morning when Elizabeth starts work there. Then when she sees me she'll recognize me and take me back to Brian and then he'll have to talk to her.
Thomas: He'll still avoid any conversation with her but don't let that keep you from fulfilling my dreams.
David: Of eating me?
Thomas: Get off yourself already for a depressed paranoid hamster you sure do have your mind set on yourself.
Mike: Well as much as I love this little day drama I think I'll tune out early. (leaves out the window)
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Poetry Vol. 15
To Brittany Gray II
Brittany you are my truest and dearest friend
But I seek more at the risk that this may end
My love for you is secure
Willing any hardship to endure
My love is ready and well equipped
Because my love is built on friendship
It will not be torn apart
Because your love is safe in my heart
To Brittany Gray III
When I'm with you, I feel mountain high But my feet are always about to slip
I feel the presence of Aphrodite and Athena when I'm with you
I started feeling emotions I never truly knew
I'd follow you to the pits of Hades if you just said the word
Without a complaint to be heard
I'd let you led your own path just as long you don't lose me
When you're emotionally caged I'll set you free
I'll put on a brave face
I'll continue the race
I'll get up when I fall
All on your faint call.
April To November
I hate November to April
Without the sun to get me up nothing will
I'll dream of better times I remember
From the days of April to November
To when the leafs come and fall
As I walk in awe of the beauty of it all
Slowly as the weather gets warm
It goes from blizzard to rainstorm
When the storms clear
You'll find spring is here
With birds singing and flowers growing
Love is in the air and it's showing
In the summer you can't help but rest
As even the birds lay on their nest
Fragrant flowers bloom
The sun's heat melts the gloom
Everything is at ease
Nothing moves but the breeze
But no better time will come
Than the early days of autumn
Leafs of orange, red and gold
The weather's cool but never cold
As the leafs start to fall
I can hear my bike say last call
Brittany you are my truest and dearest friend
But I seek more at the risk that this may end
My love for you is secure
Willing any hardship to endure
My love is ready and well equipped
Because my love is built on friendship
It will not be torn apart
Because your love is safe in my heart
To Brittany Gray III
Brittany I hold you sacred, But I never knew what was proper worship
When I'm with you, I feel mountain high But my feet are always about to slip
I feel the presence of Aphrodite and Athena when I'm with you
I started feeling emotions I never truly knew
I'd follow you to the pits of Hades if you just said the word
Without a complaint to be heard
I'd let you led your own path just as long you don't lose me
When you're emotionally caged I'll set you free
I'll put on a brave face
I'll continue the race
I'll get up when I fall
All on your faint call.
April To November
I hate November to April
Without the sun to get me up nothing will
I'll dream of better times I remember
From the days of April to November
To when the leafs come and fall
As I walk in awe of the beauty of it all
Slowly as the weather gets warm
It goes from blizzard to rainstorm
When the storms clear
You'll find spring is here
With birds singing and flowers growing
Love is in the air and it's showing
In the summer you can't help but rest
As even the birds lay on their nest
Fragrant flowers bloom
The sun's heat melts the gloom
Everything is at ease
Nothing moves but the breeze
But no better time will come
Than the early days of autumn
Leafs of orange, red and gold
The weather's cool but never cold
As the leafs start to fall
I can hear my bike say last call
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Beatles/Monty Python Petition
(I first posted this on rateyourmusic.com a few moments ago but I wanted to add this to my personal blog with the extension that this include Beatles work but also the Monty Python group and solo work, My rateyourmusic only refers to the Beatles work since it is a music website)
First off why is it so hard to find so many of the great Beatles solo albums. Imagine and Double Fantasy are about the only only studio albums you can find anywhere from John Lennon. Plus they didn't release Past Masters tunes as bonus tracks for the Beatles so why did they add "Power To The People" to Plastic Ono Band, it doesn't fit with the rest of the album and neither does "Do The Oz." Also Shaved Fish is a compilation I know but since it is meant to tie up the loose ends of Lennon's studio discography I should it should be classified in some way as more of a studio type album and not a hacked and mixed compilation album. There's a billion Lennon and McCartney albums and there are a lot of great tunes that wouldn't fit in one or two discs. They should just sell studio albums as is and I hear they are putting Ringo's "Blast From The Past" out of print which is a shame because again it makes a good tie the loose ends cheap compilation album so you don't get classic albums like "Ringo" and "Goodnight Vienna" ending with otherwise great songs that seem out of place. Plus why add bonus songs in the middle of Harrison's classic "All Things Must Pass" just put the first two albums on the first disc and leave the second disc to play the jam sessions from the third album like John Lennon's Some Time In New York City which I know was only a double album but still it puts order to the album without editing it is my point. Beatle specials should also emphasize some of their solo work which sounds contrary to a purist like me but the solo work has been discriminated against as albums hailed for a little while only to fade into oblivion like Flaming Pie and Cloud Nine. George Harrison's Thirty Three & 1/3 has some great tunes that are hard to find "Crackerbox Palace" which I heard on a Saturday Night Live rerun and "This Song" which I found on youtube so I have these songs for free but I really wanted to own the album for myself so don't stop printing re-issues of the pure Beatle solo work with an occasional compilation or anthology that puts a little more depth in the discography. I don't know how to start a petition but to the people at Apple and Capitol Records and EMI and Dark Horse and Mecca please note a fan's plea and see it as a loss of potential revenue that could come from many other like minded fans. So any Beatle purist fans please tag your comments to this posting chain. I know that this is a weird thing to feel so strongly about but music is my passion and so is preserving arts that belong in their original form for longevity and prosterity and many Beatle fans may like the economic relief of a brief summary album of their tunes which is fine but those who want to save and scrimp every penny till they can every Beatle/ex-Beatle song they want no matter how obscure.
First off why is it so hard to find so many of the great Beatles solo albums. Imagine and Double Fantasy are about the only only studio albums you can find anywhere from John Lennon. Plus they didn't release Past Masters tunes as bonus tracks for the Beatles so why did they add "Power To The People" to Plastic Ono Band, it doesn't fit with the rest of the album and neither does "Do The Oz." Also Shaved Fish is a compilation I know but since it is meant to tie up the loose ends of Lennon's studio discography I should it should be classified in some way as more of a studio type album and not a hacked and mixed compilation album. There's a billion Lennon and McCartney albums and there are a lot of great tunes that wouldn't fit in one or two discs. They should just sell studio albums as is and I hear they are putting Ringo's "Blast From The Past" out of print which is a shame because again it makes a good tie the loose ends cheap compilation album so you don't get classic albums like "Ringo" and "Goodnight Vienna" ending with otherwise great songs that seem out of place. Plus why add bonus songs in the middle of Harrison's classic "All Things Must Pass" just put the first two albums on the first disc and leave the second disc to play the jam sessions from the third album like John Lennon's Some Time In New York City which I know was only a double album but still it puts order to the album without editing it is my point. Beatle specials should also emphasize some of their solo work which sounds contrary to a purist like me but the solo work has been discriminated against as albums hailed for a little while only to fade into oblivion like Flaming Pie and Cloud Nine. George Harrison's Thirty Three & 1/3 has some great tunes that are hard to find "Crackerbox Palace" which I heard on a Saturday Night Live rerun and "This Song" which I found on youtube so I have these songs for free but I really wanted to own the album for myself so don't stop printing re-issues of the pure Beatle solo work with an occasional compilation or anthology that puts a little more depth in the discography. I don't know how to start a petition but to the people at Apple and Capitol Records and EMI and Dark Horse and Mecca please note a fan's plea and see it as a loss of potential revenue that could come from many other like minded fans. So any Beatle purist fans please tag your comments to this posting chain. I know that this is a weird thing to feel so strongly about but music is my passion and so is preserving arts that belong in their original form for longevity and prosterity and many Beatle fans may like the economic relief of a brief summary album of their tunes which is fine but those who want to save and scrimp every penny till they can every Beatle/ex-Beatle song they want no matter how obscure.
Man's Best Friends Scene V
(Brian on bed alone with his laptop)
Brian: (typing inner monologue) In today's world of less talk save time more action get yours and get going civilians need their accessories, possessions and clothes to do the quick talking for them and varying from culture to culture certain visible attributes communicate many different things. One way of cultural speech is the pets we own. Cats, dogs and birds are the most common pets and we have particular character types drawn on each type of pet owner. If you own a hamster it says that you are either eight years old or else very strange. If you own a cat you are feminine and proper or somewhat passively affectionate and laid back. If you own a bird you typically are a pining distant person who prefers affection through barriers and the same goes for fish owners who also want control over their objects of affection rather than actual affection. But dog owners not through popularity but though massive media images nailed into the cognitive minds of people our views on dogs and therefore dog owners varies breed to breed. The larger the dog the tougher the dog owner hence most women if they choose dogs they pick small dogs to show daintiness and frailness. You likewise won't see many men with Chihuahuas or poodles unless they don't mind the same mental image imposed upon the dog. Pitbulls and Rottweilers show toughness or a territorial nature and the owners are usually typecasting themselves as bad boys. Anyone who loves a mutt shows love as a priority over status quo and will win the affection of women who are insecure of themselves but still respect themselves too much to date a bad boy. Dogs are more popular for the diverse personal traits each breed portrays whereas cats, birds and fish show more vague images of personality. Vague is hard to stereotype so we choose dogs emphasize the role we choose to play in society and advertise ourselves to perspective partners. (spoken) Now I'll just email this to that magazine editor who publishes my relationship papers. And I'm done (gets up and leaves)
Brian: (typing inner monologue) In today's world of less talk save time more action get yours and get going civilians need their accessories, possessions and clothes to do the quick talking for them and varying from culture to culture certain visible attributes communicate many different things. One way of cultural speech is the pets we own. Cats, dogs and birds are the most common pets and we have particular character types drawn on each type of pet owner. If you own a hamster it says that you are either eight years old or else very strange. If you own a cat you are feminine and proper or somewhat passively affectionate and laid back. If you own a bird you typically are a pining distant person who prefers affection through barriers and the same goes for fish owners who also want control over their objects of affection rather than actual affection. But dog owners not through popularity but though massive media images nailed into the cognitive minds of people our views on dogs and therefore dog owners varies breed to breed. The larger the dog the tougher the dog owner hence most women if they choose dogs they pick small dogs to show daintiness and frailness. You likewise won't see many men with Chihuahuas or poodles unless they don't mind the same mental image imposed upon the dog. Pitbulls and Rottweilers show toughness or a territorial nature and the owners are usually typecasting themselves as bad boys. Anyone who loves a mutt shows love as a priority over status quo and will win the affection of women who are insecure of themselves but still respect themselves too much to date a bad boy. Dogs are more popular for the diverse personal traits each breed portrays whereas cats, birds and fish show more vague images of personality. Vague is hard to stereotype so we choose dogs emphasize the role we choose to play in society and advertise ourselves to perspective partners. (spoken) Now I'll just email this to that magazine editor who publishes my relationship papers. And I'm done (gets up and leaves)
14th Collection of Poetry
Jobless Hopeless
Lost forever stuck immobile
Might as well get cozy I'll be here for awhile
Lost forever alone tired of looking for my way
Just want to escape life for a day
No job no friends by my side
No calls from the stores I applied
So I waste another day in void
Escaping the pain and loneliness with Pink Floyd
My senses give me nothing but sorrow
Forever awaiting another tomorrow
Escape this pain with a cheap thrill
It's better than vain work or standing still
Evaluation
I don't know what's in store
Dying for sins I did not ask for
I did not willingly create
These feelings are innate
Something natural smothered in tacky decadence
Something beautiful, ugly, real and phony makes no sense
I don't want to pollute
But I need a substitute
Because if I'm too young for it to be real
I need placebos to make my soul heal
I know it is wrong
But my will wasn't born strong
Puberty
I sit still but my body's moving too fast
Another change as each moment's past
I do nothing hoping nothing will change
But my life is getting rearranged
My hormone and my heart are growing wild
But my mind is stuck between man and child
I sometimes think like a man but love like a little boy
Sometimes it's the other way but neither can I have any joy
My mind and body are changing within and without
Marked and scarred by my insecurity and doubt
But I have to face that time is the only way out
Lost forever stuck immobile
Might as well get cozy I'll be here for awhile
Lost forever alone tired of looking for my way
Just want to escape life for a day
No job no friends by my side
No calls from the stores I applied
So I waste another day in void
Escaping the pain and loneliness with Pink Floyd
My senses give me nothing but sorrow
Forever awaiting another tomorrow
Escape this pain with a cheap thrill
It's better than vain work or standing still
Evaluation
I don't know what's in store
Dying for sins I did not ask for
I did not willingly create
These feelings are innate
Something natural smothered in tacky decadence
Something beautiful, ugly, real and phony makes no sense
I don't want to pollute
But I need a substitute
Because if I'm too young for it to be real
I need placebos to make my soul heal
I know it is wrong
But my will wasn't born strong
Puberty
I sit still but my body's moving too fast
Another change as each moment's past
I do nothing hoping nothing will change
But my life is getting rearranged
My hormone and my heart are growing wild
But my mind is stuck between man and child
I sometimes think like a man but love like a little boy
Sometimes it's the other way but neither can I have any joy
My mind and body are changing within and without
Marked and scarred by my insecurity and doubt
But I have to face that time is the only way out
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