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crazy train has left for heaven- bats screeching sighs of relief
this is a song about a brother and friend,
everyone knew this man by the name of sked,
one sad day he closed his eyes,
then god came a calling and to lead him by the hand,
come with me god did say,
let me take your pain away,
and so this night sked agreed,
he decided its time i leave,
he was a great brother and a true friend,
everyone was around him till thee end,
its so hard to say goodbye,
as he knew it would bring tears to the eyes,
on his bike and on road to heaven,
driven so fast as he loved his speed,
on his motorbike driving like Barry sheen,
we know now your not in pain,
end of dialysis nor hospitals again,
he will fly all around,
if you hear a motorbike you know sked is around,
his love for bikes and fast cars,
driving trucks as he did love that,
we pray to go you are now safe,
as god was the only one to take away your pain,
we lit a candle to say goodbye,
we hear the angels flying you high,
so on this day we say farewell,
till we meet again in our hearts that you did melt,
fly high our brother and friend,
we will remember you our brother and friend,
and this great man his name was sked,
Through my years of defiance
And lust for reliance
I bid the underlying truth within the words
'help me'
For whatever shall come of my untimely departure
Shall configure to my last forgotten desire
Is it my sultry dance that keeps me coming for anew
Or is it something to do with my lore
Whatever it is, dear reader
Only time can bid the truth
Only one can impare my desires
Alice passed away this week,
But it would just be wrong
If a Turkey Day went by without
Us listening to her song*.
For Arlo Guthrie wrote a tale
About her restaurant
And he started a tradition
Which, each year, I always want.
We’re sitting in the car, en route
To have our special meal
And at noon on classic radio,
My husband at the wheel,
The eighteen minute tune comes on;
We laugh at every word
Of this “massacree,” a story
Which, though true, is most absurd.
And when the chorus comes around,
We belt it loud and clear,
Reminding us that it’s Thanksgiving
And we’re all still here.
Today we pulled up early,
(Me, my daughter and my spouse)
To the driveway of our son
And soon he exited his house
In the pouring rain and climbed inside,
While Arlo did his thing
And he joined right in, so chorus time,
The four of us did sing.
More family waited in his home,
But they did not take part.
Still, this was the moment of the day
That really touched my heart.
*Alice’s Restaurant Massacree” by Arlo Guthrie
Before you
I drifted at sea.
Always afloat,
Never anchored.
So is the life
a sailors'
Or pirates'
Wife.
When the tide went out
It left me behind,
But you were there
To sweep me
Off my feet.
The day you got caught
In the undertow
I too started
To sink below,
Cursed to ebb and flow
Eternally as the tides.
But anchored to you, I see
It was merely a rip current,
Anomalistic strong forces
That if you swim against
Only pull you farther.
And if we swim alongside,
We might make it back
As one.
Cheers to the CME, a carnival fun,
Registration sky high, just a pocket - filling run.
A meet in the past, where ideas reigned,
Now a plot, these days, where pretense is feigned.
A hunt for souvenirs by speakers,
Goodies sought by eager seekers.
Science and commerce join hands,
As pharma companies muddle with vital glands.
A booming industry, epidemic in proportion,
Campaigns for votes in skewed distortion.
Voices of substance lost to the phantom,
As the glimmers of limelight have grown random.
A line of waves
begin their run to shore,
lifting, rising up and flaring
cobra like as if preparing
to strike, gliding forward
until the shallows down them
and they fall, deflating
to a withering crawl
up the incline of a beach,
beaten into tiny bubbles
that burst harmless at my feet.
I am safe here
beyond the lethal reach
of waves and water where,
just a short wade away,
a rip churns ready to drag
an unsuspecting soul
out to sea and far from sight,
slow thrashing limbs and time
to a still and thicken
living breath into brine.
The image troubles me
and sends my thoughts
a thousand miles
and a lifetime away
to when my uncle drowned
trying to rescue a child
swept out in a rip. He clings
to memory, the young brother
of my Mum, though I was
only eight years old.
He was twenty one.
constant brain feed
constant feed my brain
constantly in my brain
I am in my brain
my brain is continually
going off and on, on
I own brain flutters
I claim brain stutters
my brain is cross-wired
In confusion I am mired
My brain waves experimental mic drop!!
Rip my heart out
Belated for you, just for you, heart loved you
But my heart is here, take a slice, enjoy; you
A love suffering, gone out of you, can yours?
Oh, heavy emotions, don’t torture me. It’s pain
Yeah, leave me pain, will yours, just like cake
Take a heart, yours, it mine, can you find? It?
Love you, loved you. Forgotten you? You. Bye
Loved you, but not your life, I can forgive you
Delete my love, just stay alone, mean of a life
Stay away from my life. Love asked you. Bye
I was that. You are a loved love. A dead soul
Dead. No life. Without me. Stay away. Get life
Ask. Give. You. To you. – My love, I needed
You.
Vilmos
My heart loves you
Kill a heart
Loved
You
Vilmos
Emma?
Bye
After a long, long snooze, Rip Van Winkle
Woke with a start, his duds all a-wrinkle
Said he, a bit dotty
"Quick! Bring me a potty
I'm in need of a humongous tinkle!"
I read that RIP could also mean Return if Possible,
I am such a fan of the impossible.
I can imagine the night you took flight,
Soaring up to the sky so bright.
Fleeing from the pressure and pain,
Finally free, and you finally feel sane.
Up to the arms of those who left us,
Surrounding you and making a fuss.
You glanced back and shuddered,
As your eyes fell on your crying mother.
Your dad crying by her side,
They both feel as if they also died.
In one big sweep,
You took the leap.
“I must return,” you said, “and I’m taking that card,
Going back even though life is hard.
Returning to the two
That loved me and took care of me as I grew—
My mother and father,
I love you both like no other.”
“Wait for me until eternity,
I will be back at the first opportunity.
Please hold on to each other,
As you must be there for my sister and brother.
They are hurting and missing me too;
We will meet again, that much is true.
Stick together like glue;
Your baby girl
Will be soaring with the birds in swirl.”
"If we would need a boy for prom and someone would ask us-"
"I wouldn't accept him"
"But I didn't even mention his name.
I meant everybody, who it might be."
"Yeah, I am just saying"
Sigh
Bob Newhart…
hope you find a good part
for your expression of deadpan
in heaven since you kicked the can
Bob Newhart…
perhaps I meant the bucket, ye old fart
made new
in your stellar light debut
Bob Newhart…
Your a little elf in the queue, start
your cloud nine life
without Big Bang strife
Bob Newhart…
you know how Sheldon would outsmart
Professor Proton bring him back
from beyond for advice, not his knack
Bob Newhart…
lastly woke up in the sack, back at the start
with his first wife, of all the dreams
now the actors dead, for real, it seems
The muse is buried in the mire
Its flaming pages now expire
Its passion’s fled
Is the muse dead
Or trying to light another fire
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