Cindy
Oh Cindy my love why can't you see
That it is only you I adore
Only in you I've seen true beauty
And each day I love you more and more
Oh Cindy the only love of my life
The most beautiful girl of my world Cindy
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And spend forever with just me
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
Oh Cindy I never wondered why I loved you this way
With such a loving heart so big and so true
With your smile as bright as the sun's summer ray
All my life I was just waiting to be with you
All my life I have admired your sense of humor and wit
I've always loved your strong mind and personality
When I first loved you I started a love story and only you can complete it
Together we can make it the most beautiful love story
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
I know I'm not pretty or handsome
I only have a mind and heart set on you
I will never run off to leave you lonesome
I'd never leave you alone to feel blue
Please if you choose to be with me
I will show to you my Cindy
Just how happy we can be
With love as far as the heart can see
Oh Cindy my love of my life
When I'm with you I never feel blue
Will you be my eternal friend, soul mate and wife
And I'll spend forever with only you
The Sting Of The WASP II
The WASP lost its priorities
Discriminating women and minorities
Imposing them with insecurities
The Jews welcomed foreigners like Rahab and Ruth
But the Neo-Pharisees seek to conceal this truth
And hide the proof
Jesus preached to every Jew Gentile and Samaritan
Showing his view and value of everyman
But the WASP targets their demograph aims the blame at the victim by way of the Klan
The clergy preach women are inferior to man
But Abigail and Esther established peace in the land
By Grace of God's Hand
There is Greek nor Jew
No difference between me and you
Except for what we choose to do
No race is secondary
No nation shall hold to its military
We all answer to the same judiciary
Ebony II
I never knew a woman so wonderfully kind
Sweet memories of us swim in my mind
I appreciate every moment we get to talk
I love the touch of your hand as we walk
I watched adoringly as you cheered at the game
But dancing together at half time sparked the flame
I met your sisters and your daughter
It would've have been my honor to have been her father
We comfort each other healing over every insecurity
I hope I make you feel as wonderful as you have made me
I never met someone so willing to be my girlfriend
You fight to make sure our friendship doesn't end
I'm in awe by not only the sheer beauty of you
But that you truly appreciate the little things I do
I knew I found the love I always seek
When you embraced me with a kiss on the cheek
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Poetry Post 71
Going Home
Going home after a long day's work
My back is aching my mind is sleeping
I'm doom by the student's torment
My solitude in my room I'm keeping
Goodbye good riddance so long
No longer going to take it
Leaving this building of immature kids
On the bus to leave the endless pit
Surreal World Of Pain
Dead branches clinging on naked trees
O'er bloody leaves dead months past blowing in the breeze
Dark land parallel to a cold and evil sky
Makes you wonder when you're going to die
Broad paths leading nowhere
With something bitter left in the air
Just another dead leaf about to fall
You cry but no one replies to the call
Ungiven Needs
I need to be loved
I get shoved
I need hugs
But all I'm offered are drugs
I'm given what I didn't need
I'm given only a napkin as my soul bleeds
Going home after a long day's work
My back is aching my mind is sleeping
I'm doom by the student's torment
My solitude in my room I'm keeping
Goodbye good riddance so long
No longer going to take it
Leaving this building of immature kids
On the bus to leave the endless pit
Surreal World Of Pain
Dead branches clinging on naked trees
O'er bloody leaves dead months past blowing in the breeze
Dark land parallel to a cold and evil sky
Makes you wonder when you're going to die
Broad paths leading nowhere
With something bitter left in the air
Just another dead leaf about to fall
You cry but no one replies to the call
Ungiven Needs
I need to be loved
I get shoved
I need hugs
But all I'm offered are drugs
I'm given what I didn't need
I'm given only a napkin as my soul bleeds
Poetry Post 70
War Sheep
How can a guilty nation be blessed by God
Turning aside from the Shepherd's Rod
To march to war the cursedly trod
Fighting and killing on a foreign battlefield
Presuming and assuming some Holy Shield
Thinking they should start quick when they should have learned to yield
Militant Cults
The NRA militants say their Savior is a gun
It saved their souls and had their wars won
Protecting them from other militant bearing arms
Not realizing it was the guns setting off the alarms
Honey (Haiku)
Hierarchy of needs
Which is essentially you
You're my only need
How can a guilty nation be blessed by God
Turning aside from the Shepherd's Rod
To march to war the cursedly trod
Fighting and killing on a foreign battlefield
Presuming and assuming some Holy Shield
Thinking they should start quick when they should have learned to yield
Militant Cults
The NRA militants say their Savior is a gun
It saved their souls and had their wars won
Protecting them from other militant bearing arms
Not realizing it was the guns setting off the alarms
Honey (Haiku)
Hierarchy of needs
Which is essentially you
You're my only need
The Monkees (Film) - Scene XI
(Micky and Peter picking up women at the bar with Carole)
Bartender: I thought I told you, you can't be here if you can't afford the drinks.
Micky: What if Carole still can?
Bartender: How do you make so much money?
Carole: You already know how.
Micky: You don't do tricks Carole?
Carole: No and I'm offended you'd suggest that, you know a tease makes more money.
Bartender: Now that I know your secret I'll stop wasting my time.
Carole: That's what they all say.
Peter: I just thought of something Micky.
Micky: What?
Peter: I really hope the songwriting competition isn't judged in part by song title because between me, you and Mike our best song titles are "Papa Gene's Blues" "Randy Scouse Git" and "For Pete's Sake"
Micky: Yeah they'll probably toss them away as novelty songs.
Carole: So are you both not going to follow Mike's songwriting pact?
Peter: I don't know
Carole: What if it's just you two keep the pact.
Micky: What about Davy?
Peter: What about him we don't need him.
Carole: So then you need a new guitarist and bass player.
Peter: I can play bass and guitar as well as keyboards.
Micky: Only problem is not at the same time
Peter: Davy knows about as much about bass playing as Sid Vicious and you were stuck playing the drums because Mike, Davy and myself ducked out of that position. You're a guitarist.
Micky: So you want to go solo Peter?
Peter: Would you consider working with Neil and Stephen?
Micky: They work with David and Graham and besides I'm not a folkie. (Davy comes running toward them)
Davy: Guys I got great news we got a gig on a variety show sort of like American Idol only for real bands, Mike is already in on it, I called him already. He told me you guys left the group but for a four year record deal I think you might want to reform.
Micky: Was that what the phone call was about earlier?
Davy: Not at first it wasn't but Valleri informed me about an ex auditioning for the show.
Peter: Valleri Simpson?
Davy: Oh yeah sorry Peter, but considering how she acted I didn't think it would really mean anything to you...but are we still on for the gig we need you buddy.
Peter: Okay.
Davy: Great Mike's coming here with our instruments to practice this new song I wrote.
Bartender: No you're not we don't play live music here.
Davy: The owner of this bar says it does and here's the contract (hands over contract) for us to play.
Bartender: When did you get this agreement?
Davy: Last night the owner said we bring so much business he'd let us play here any night we want for free so long as I perform with the group and I have a song written and ready. (Mike arrives; sets up)
Mike: We're ready. (Micky, Peter, Davy, Mike go to their instruments)
Davy: Hey hay we're the Monkees and tonight we are recording live to audition for the Great American Band so next month we may be coming to your TV so can we get some hometown support (crowd roars) (song: Oh My My)
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
I think of us together
It takes my breath away.
Up to the sky I go flying
"Oh my my" is all I can say.
Break
Oh my my
Oh my my my my
Oh my my my my my my
Oh my oh my (oh my oh my oh my my my my my my)
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my girl you feel so good.
(offstage Peter sits back at the bar)
Shannon: (to Peter) Hey you playing keyboards would you like to have a talk with a fan.
Peter: (without looking) If you're after Mike or Micky they're involved if you want Davy I'll introduce you to his bedroom,
Shannon: What? No! What's your name?
Peter: Peter Tork (turns around; gets nervous) actually my full name is Peter Halsten Thorkelson and I am really sorry about my rudeness I was just screwed over by a couple of ex girlfriends one was trying to get to Davy the other wanted my day job.
Shannon: I'm so sorry things must be getting complicated for you especially in your outlook on romance; I myself am typically a cynical withdrawn person at least most people think I am.
Peter: Why would anyone think you're cynical you're extremely charming.
Shannon: (blushes) Thanks, it's because my parents broke up I don't take relationships seriously not to say I take sex lightly (blushes) but I learn to be self sufficient and being alone I typically don't have to care what people think so I have a lot of quirks. I've probably just ruined my shot with you...
Peter: That's what I thought about myself a moment ago.
Shannon: Thank God you're so patient by now people just give me the funniest looks. This connection we're having is really restoring my faith in companionship.
Peter: Me too (song; I'm A Believer)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Bartender: I thought I told you, you can't be here if you can't afford the drinks.
Micky: What if Carole still can?
Bartender: How do you make so much money?
Carole: You already know how.
Micky: You don't do tricks Carole?
Carole: No and I'm offended you'd suggest that, you know a tease makes more money.
Bartender: Now that I know your secret I'll stop wasting my time.
Carole: That's what they all say.
Peter: I just thought of something Micky.
Micky: What?
Peter: I really hope the songwriting competition isn't judged in part by song title because between me, you and Mike our best song titles are "Papa Gene's Blues" "Randy Scouse Git" and "For Pete's Sake"
Micky: Yeah they'll probably toss them away as novelty songs.
Carole: So are you both not going to follow Mike's songwriting pact?
Peter: I don't know
Carole: What if it's just you two keep the pact.
Micky: What about Davy?
Peter: What about him we don't need him.
Carole: So then you need a new guitarist and bass player.
Peter: I can play bass and guitar as well as keyboards.
Micky: Only problem is not at the same time
Peter: Davy knows about as much about bass playing as Sid Vicious and you were stuck playing the drums because Mike, Davy and myself ducked out of that position. You're a guitarist.
Micky: So you want to go solo Peter?
Peter: Would you consider working with Neil and Stephen?
Micky: They work with David and Graham and besides I'm not a folkie. (Davy comes running toward them)
Davy: Guys I got great news we got a gig on a variety show sort of like American Idol only for real bands, Mike is already in on it, I called him already. He told me you guys left the group but for a four year record deal I think you might want to reform.
Micky: Was that what the phone call was about earlier?
Davy: Not at first it wasn't but Valleri informed me about an ex auditioning for the show.
Peter: Valleri Simpson?
Davy: Oh yeah sorry Peter, but considering how she acted I didn't think it would really mean anything to you...but are we still on for the gig we need you buddy.
Peter: Okay.
Davy: Great Mike's coming here with our instruments to practice this new song I wrote.
Bartender: No you're not we don't play live music here.
Davy: The owner of this bar says it does and here's the contract (hands over contract) for us to play.
Bartender: When did you get this agreement?
Davy: Last night the owner said we bring so much business he'd let us play here any night we want for free so long as I perform with the group and I have a song written and ready. (Mike arrives; sets up)
Mike: We're ready. (Micky, Peter, Davy, Mike go to their instruments)
Davy: Hey hay we're the Monkees and tonight we are recording live to audition for the Great American Band so next month we may be coming to your TV so can we get some hometown support (crowd roars) (song: Oh My My)
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, girl you feel so good.
I think of us together
It takes my breath away.
Up to the sky I go flying
"Oh my my" is all I can say.
Break
Oh my my
Oh my my my my
Oh my my my my my my
Oh my oh my (oh my oh my oh my my my my my my)
You, you make my heart sing.
You make my life worthwhile.
I feel such there's so much to discover
To uncover it is gonna take a while.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my my, I only wish that I could.
Oh my my, I could love you forever.
Oh my girl you feel so good.
(offstage Peter sits back at the bar)
Shannon: (to Peter) Hey you playing keyboards would you like to have a talk with a fan.
Peter: (without looking) If you're after Mike or Micky they're involved if you want Davy I'll introduce you to his bedroom,
Shannon: What? No! What's your name?
Peter: Peter Tork (turns around; gets nervous) actually my full name is Peter Halsten Thorkelson and I am really sorry about my rudeness I was just screwed over by a couple of ex girlfriends one was trying to get to Davy the other wanted my day job.
Shannon: I'm so sorry things must be getting complicated for you especially in your outlook on romance; I myself am typically a cynical withdrawn person at least most people think I am.
Peter: Why would anyone think you're cynical you're extremely charming.
Shannon: (blushes) Thanks, it's because my parents broke up I don't take relationships seriously not to say I take sex lightly (blushes) but I learn to be self sufficient and being alone I typically don't have to care what people think so I have a lot of quirks. I've probably just ruined my shot with you...
Peter: That's what I thought about myself a moment ago.
Shannon: Thank God you're so patient by now people just give me the funniest looks. This connection we're having is really restoring my faith in companionship.
Peter: Me too (song; I'm A Believer)
I thought love was only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else but not for me.
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seemed.
Disappointment haunted all my dreams.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
I thought love was more or less a given thing,
Seems the more I gave the less I got.
What's the use in tryin'?
All you get is pain.
When I needed sunshine I got rain.
Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer
Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
I'm in love, I'm a believer!
I couldn't leave her if I tried.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Poetry Post 69
Projection
Narcissism to altruism
People can't make hind nor hair of the prism
When we can't differentiate the frequencies of light
Who of us can say who is truly right
Projecting our own psychosis
When giving our diagnosis
And so we shall never comprehend
Because personal bias will never end
War Hero
There is no war hero
When you're living at ground zero
Sand Castles
The heat of man's oppression scorches the land
But God gushes forth wind cooling off the burning sand
People hiding in their sand castles will fell scared
As the wind blow down their houses they laid bared
The wind will cool off the flares of the heat
The fiery sand won't be searing their feet
Not a speck of sand among the masses of sand
Will remain among the shores of the land
Narcissism to altruism
People can't make hind nor hair of the prism
When we can't differentiate the frequencies of light
Who of us can say who is truly right
Projecting our own psychosis
When giving our diagnosis
And so we shall never comprehend
Because personal bias will never end
War Hero
There is no war hero
When you're living at ground zero
Sand Castles
The heat of man's oppression scorches the land
But God gushes forth wind cooling off the burning sand
People hiding in their sand castles will fell scared
As the wind blow down their houses they laid bared
The wind will cool off the flares of the heat
The fiery sand won't be searing their feet
Not a speck of sand among the masses of sand
Will remain among the shores of the land
Poetry Post 68
Trapped Childhood II
Still stuck in my room of isolation
With no friend in all creation
Left in this cold lonely room
Stuck with my sadness and doom
Once again I go out of my shell
Once more where the people dwell
Again once more people with no repentance of their sin
Back home to stay and never come back again
Prison Safety
Soul secluded
Love alluded
My mind is void
Protected from being paranoid
Never seeking more
Just to be given a chance to endure
I am never touched therefore never harmed
But the burden of being alone makes me alarmed
The price of security
Is to never be free
Never to look out and see
And let others receive me
I let everyone stay the stranger
Just to keep me out of danger
But there is no pain
Like love lived in vain
To desire fruitlessly so much
For the tender love in a lady's touch
Trapped Forever
Left alone looking out my window
Locked up and not free to go
Lying around with nothing to do
And no one around here to talk to
Life is very lonely when you don't have a friend
It has been that way for me from beginning to end
I don't know why I am stuck here
Just living alone with my fear
Still stuck in my room of isolation
With no friend in all creation
Left in this cold lonely room
Stuck with my sadness and doom
Once again I go out of my shell
Once more where the people dwell
Again once more people with no repentance of their sin
Back home to stay and never come back again
Prison Safety
Soul secluded
Love alluded
My mind is void
Protected from being paranoid
Never seeking more
Just to be given a chance to endure
I am never touched therefore never harmed
But the burden of being alone makes me alarmed
The price of security
Is to never be free
Never to look out and see
And let others receive me
I let everyone stay the stranger
Just to keep me out of danger
But there is no pain
Like love lived in vain
To desire fruitlessly so much
For the tender love in a lady's touch
Trapped Forever
Left alone looking out my window
Locked up and not free to go
Lying around with nothing to do
And no one around here to talk to
Life is very lonely when you don't have a friend
It has been that way for me from beginning to end
I don't know why I am stuck here
Just living alone with my fear
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Poetry Post 67
Bloodless Revolution Within
A cynical man says there is no peaceful solution
That there can be no bloodless revolution
But the first victory is always within
The battle against one's self that is first to win
And it usurped power by the power of reason
Never resorting to the brute force of treason
Devil Worship
You say to God but it's to demons you pray
For you take the young and you lead them astray
How could you abuse a God of Truth
By molesting the innocent youth
You teach a god of hellfire and damnation
You teach a god of war, hate and a chosen nation
You condemn everyone but the wife beaters and the child molesters
Because in your war for power they're your trusted investors
Children of God become orphans of faith by cause of your sin
Lost wandering in a world where demons are called respectable men
Untitled
Ambition without self esteem
No goals set to achieve my dream
Holding to faith is vanity when you let go of hope
Without drive an upward climb becomes a downward slope
A cynical man says there is no peaceful solution
That there can be no bloodless revolution
But the first victory is always within
The battle against one's self that is first to win
And it usurped power by the power of reason
Never resorting to the brute force of treason
Devil Worship
You say to God but it's to demons you pray
For you take the young and you lead them astray
How could you abuse a God of Truth
By molesting the innocent youth
You teach a god of hellfire and damnation
You teach a god of war, hate and a chosen nation
You condemn everyone but the wife beaters and the child molesters
Because in your war for power they're your trusted investors
Children of God become orphans of faith by cause of your sin
Lost wandering in a world where demons are called respectable men
Untitled
Ambition without self esteem
No goals set to achieve my dream
Holding to faith is vanity when you let go of hope
Without drive an upward climb becomes a downward slope
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