Little Explorer
Exploring and enduring the adventures of nature
The fresh air and calm life give my little soul great pleasure
Hiking the mighty hills and climbing the powerful trees
Being free and able to do whatever I would please
How nice it is to be a free country boy
Now I'm free in the world I truly enjoy
I am finally out of society
I am forever powerful, young and free
Sunshine Days
Laying my head on the warm grass of this sunshine day
Peace is among the bed that the flowers lay
The sun smiles on the garden ground
Harmony, love and happiness is growing all around
Fresh air soothes me to sleep
My body forever here I'll keep
Now the sun is shining gold
Calm nights I now behold
Texting
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Poetry Post 201
Aspie Pride
You call it a syndrome but I'm not so sure
So pardon me if I don't want to find a cure
I don't know what society could use it for
If it's a disease I say infect some more
I don't know how those without it endure
Without it everything would seem like a bore
Would I even have a curiosity to explore
Would I still find pleasure in what I adore
All these benefits you seem to ignore
Am I myself any longer when you alter my core
Naturally Selected Suspect
Cops at a crime scene fire their guns
And chase the first person that runs
And say if you're not guilty why did you run
Forgetting who's the one with the gun
Mortal Words
Spoken works get lost in space
Written words will be erased
You call it a syndrome but I'm not so sure
So pardon me if I don't want to find a cure
I don't know what society could use it for
If it's a disease I say infect some more
I don't know how those without it endure
Without it everything would seem like a bore
Would I even have a curiosity to explore
Would I still find pleasure in what I adore
All these benefits you seem to ignore
Am I myself any longer when you alter my core
Naturally Selected Suspect
Cops at a crime scene fire their guns
And chase the first person that runs
And say if you're not guilty why did you run
Forgetting who's the one with the gun
Mortal Words
Spoken works get lost in space
Written words will be erased
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Bettie Kaczynski
REAL Bettie Page TV Interview - Her Life In Her OWN Words
Publishing the Unabomber papers
Just for fun a little introduction into the bizarre people that inspired my rock opera tribute to theatrical days of rock n roll led by the like of Pink Floyd, The Who, David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Meat Loaf etc (hope the links work)
Publishing the Unabomber papers
Just for fun a little introduction into the bizarre people that inspired my rock opera tribute to theatrical days of rock n roll led by the like of Pink Floyd, The Who, David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Meat Loaf etc (hope the links work)
Poetry Post 200
So Much For The Afterlife
Every soul commits its daily sin
All twenty thousand days we're living in
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
There's no resetting it only gets higher
Every sin takes us closer to when we expire
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
We are conscious to truth and to pain
And the truth of the two are quite plain
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
Heroes Of Hollywood
You were always the hero I needed you to be
You were the full potential of what could have been me
You lived by morals that meant more than man's laws
Even your sins were noble for heroes need heroic flaws
After all who can try without facing failure
When you fall it only makes success mean that much more
You were a hero because we always got what we expected of you
Consistency is the key to being the idol of those who would never do
You could never betray our trust and therefore never lose our love
You have a lot of companions but no peers when set so high above
Solitary Planet
Alone in a dark universe of only one
One planet in a galaxy void of sun
No path, no destiny, wandering space without reason
No light, no life, only one hostile season
Nothing within nothing without
Just empty mass thrusting about
Every soul commits its daily sin
All twenty thousand days we're living in
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
There's no resetting it only gets higher
Every sin takes us closer to when we expire
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
We are conscious to truth and to pain
And the truth of the two are quite plain
And every sin counts toward death and strife
So, so much for the afterlife
Heroes Of Hollywood
You were always the hero I needed you to be
You were the full potential of what could have been me
You lived by morals that meant more than man's laws
Even your sins were noble for heroes need heroic flaws
After all who can try without facing failure
When you fall it only makes success mean that much more
You were a hero because we always got what we expected of you
Consistency is the key to being the idol of those who would never do
You could never betray our trust and therefore never lose our love
You have a lot of companions but no peers when set so high above
Solitary Planet
Alone in a dark universe of only one
One planet in a galaxy void of sun
No path, no destiny, wandering space without reason
No light, no life, only one hostile season
Nothing within nothing without
Just empty mass thrusting about
Poetry Post 199
Rushing To Be Loved
How many times have I felt this way before
The feeling that we could be more
Again I fall out of relationship procedure
But I need something more because I'm insecure
I need to validate my worth for my esteem to endure
Knowledge And Pain
I know of pain and of truth but I know not why
My vulnerability and knowledge makes me want to cry
I know how to prevent and delay
But sometime someday
I surely shall die
Locked Up Room
Locked up inside this lonesome room
Stuck in my sorrow and gloom
Unable to set myself free from here
Trapped in the room of fear
In this room there isn't a window
There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to leave no place to exit
Just enough room to fear as you sit
How many times have I felt this way before
The feeling that we could be more
Again I fall out of relationship procedure
But I need something more because I'm insecure
I need to validate my worth for my esteem to endure
Knowledge And Pain
I know of pain and of truth but I know not why
My vulnerability and knowledge makes me want to cry
I know how to prevent and delay
But sometime someday
I surely shall die
Locked Up Room
Locked up inside this lonesome room
Stuck in my sorrow and gloom
Unable to set myself free from here
Trapped in the room of fear
In this room there isn't a window
There is nowhere to go
There is nowhere to leave no place to exit
Just enough room to fear as you sit
Poetry Post 198
House Of God
I'm unwelcomed to the House of God
I am a Christian fraud
I went to find instant euphoric pleasure
But lost God's spiritual treasure
Spiritually Dead At Birth
Spiritually dead at birth
Living in hell on Earth
What is left for me on either side of the grave
Too inhibited to live now to desperate to save
Hate And Fate
All grounds on which to hate
All rot away in the final fate
Why chain ourselves with hate when love sets us free
Why restrict ourselves in futile energy
I'm unwelcomed to the House of God
I am a Christian fraud
I went to find instant euphoric pleasure
But lost God's spiritual treasure
Spiritually Dead At Birth
Spiritually dead at birth
Living in hell on Earth
What is left for me on either side of the grave
Too inhibited to live now to desperate to save
Hate And Fate
All grounds on which to hate
All rot away in the final fate
Why chain ourselves with hate when love sets us free
Why restrict ourselves in futile energy
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