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Details | Rhyme | |

The Man in the Wilderness

Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam

Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind

I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be

For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home

So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php


Details | Free verse | |

MAKING SOUP

Always cold in the morning, this kitchen is warmed now
With a roaring fire and my wife working beside me making just desserts
We stand here two hours this afternoon doing one of our projects
Cooking soup and fish for this evening’s xmas party of friends. 

The ghetto, the Projects, contained me with the music of 
The school’s leather belt and cane.  And then 
Parents lost in a fire. 
              That was a tough xmas, alcohol boozy flavored in an
              Empty-bottle kitchen, crowded and smoky.
It was a tough meat just cut today red blooded, now pale in the friends’ 
Xmas gift, the tureen shiny clean. The soup’s              
Alcohol flavored in effort to disguise taste of the firm onion, now soft slop. Next, must
Empty bottle of sauce in …add spice…Oh, now chop more veg: and the 
Kitchen knife peels and reveals their secret inner fleshes,
Crowded and jostling with juicy tomatoes, now reduced to wrinkled skins; and
Smoky, tall, erect celery now chopped into mini-sets of false teeth

Innocence lost in the poisonous smog of Dublin’s
Orphanage hymns and anthems: God and the state will help
Uniformed religious staff and teachers to tell me 
I do not belong - I must reveal no secrets about being
Woken, shaken out of bed, taken (with no word spoken) from the 
               Cold dormitory, scaly hand on my knee:
               Drown in this grasp -  fish out of water
Cold.  A small shivering fish caught in net, taken now from its fridge 
Dormitory for this sacrifice: staring, unfeeling, cold-blooded creature, its
Scaly skin shining on my cutting plate.
Hand on knee, I sit down to gut it, gills first - which made him
Drown as he struggled in the tightened net; and 
In this grasp I cut the fish open - an old  
Fish which was still feeling
Out of water. It seems a silly, scaled creature now, lifeless, staring at nothing.

I lost my loneliness from that hostile world:
She gave me peace and serenity  -
Warm feelings of belonging ; and it’s
Christmas every day. 
                 She is sweet, inviting, colorful, and around her
                 Melt-in-the-mouth music plays.
She is the essence of sugar,
Sweet free-running chocolate,
Inviting me to dissolve all of her creamy meringue shells 
Colorful and delightful, which will swirl
Around her taste  and 
Melt like love on a summer’s day.
In the mouth of my hell, she has uttered  
Music, and forever now,  it
Plays sweetly.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Written for and entered in Debbie Guzzi’s  Contest     GET SERIOUS


Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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THE HIDDEN GOODNESS OF KIND SOULS

I didn't want anyone
to have a sad Christmas,
so I roamed Manhattan's star-decorated streets,
where many a homeless weeps...
where was I to find that someone,
if not in that corner where a barrel fire was?


By God's grace, I found that unhappy person in ragged clothes
to give my four presents to,
ending the drama of his woe
by bringing coat, shoes, gloves and a long scarf
to erase the misery of a beggar whose cold night was rough;
he widely smiled when I leaned forward and offered him my gifts!


Bewildered folks wearing the latest fashion attire, did not have
the decency of stooping down and give him a single quarter,
and doing so they killed the Christmas' spirit entirely...
a generous spirit well-known in this city;  yes, my anger
could have made me lash out at them with indignation,
but realizing how greedy people can be withholding love:
I gasped in relief to discover a creche of our Savior so cheery 
along the festive Fifth Avenue to get rid of my frustration!


What I found there was a Heaven-inspired sight
of gleaming angel's hovering the stable announcing Christ's glorious birth... 
while beneath bang-pipers and trumpets players, glowing with mirth, 
accompanied the youngest choir singing, "Holy Night."
Perhaps venturing out in the cold of the wealthiest city,
gave me the opportunity to realize the hidden goodness of kind souls
that give away their humble presents in various forms,
not expecting anything in return...but rejoice in the delightful sound of harmony.


Details | Free verse | |

Crackened

I have just scratched the surface of my latent hatred
Of my blind, awe-inspiring, narcissistic, misanthropic, vehement self
In Flames draws it
As, I believe, Nightwish will
There is so much power here, my heart is stone.
But inside, oh how is it acerbic!
Corrosive, burning
It burns! I feel… the burn

It yearns to burst out 
To… to kill
Do I mean that?
No, just thoughts.
Twisted, darkened thought.
Define me?
No, they do not.
The moment I turn this music off
I am out.
I am me.
But, right now, I am king.
A god, DO AS I SAY!
…and leave me be.
Desolate, forgotten.
Anything else is unsatisfactory
No… IT IS TORTURE.

So get away.
Get away!
Humans make me weak.
I acknowledge no pain,
only that which you give me

So leave! 
Go, go now! 
...and live.
It is all your fault,
it is all your fault!
My twisted, wretched existence
Bound by darkness,
Bound by rusted iron chains,
to this never-ending life
of pain, of misery, of anguish!
Escape? There is none.
Certainly not by your hand
You are foolish, you are human, and you are nothing.

How could you think us equals? 
Don’t you see me? 
Don’t you see my power?


Details | Rhyme | |

The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


Details | Personification | |

HipHop Is dead

Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know my place
Beside the King, my sweet deceased Revolutionist 
Rap’s number one supporter, holding the casket with a broken
           S I G H
Someone plays, a radio, across the way
Slick beats drip past the ears to slime the brain
Wet and easy manipulated clay
Media displays wealth and misogyny
50 million dollar chains  
Females addicted to being slapped around
Like China Dolls in half-made    Cl    o   thes
Pose, Shawty and let this crunk beat fill your hips
Purse your lips, Mami, and I’ll let you
Be my accessory
Remember when the revolution was a evolution of the mind
Freestyles match drums in intensity
When freestyles were uncontrolled like the wild brown skin he was in
I felt, loved, Hip-hop in my veins
Let him be the catalyst  for the beating of my heart
I was so in love with his swagger, his love of himself and his people
Hat tipped real       low      to hide the pain

Beat real tight to stop the taint
Of failure and to rise like the dust after a stampede
I’d take Hip-Hop to bed every night
Let him rise and fall like the heaving of my chest
It was so hot I could barely breathe for the intensity overcoming me
The pounding of intellect in my throat
Stroked me from head to toe
And Rocked my ghetto loving soul
And he said things I’ve waited my whole life to hear
play sweetly in my ear
Dreaming of dreams too big
To let fade away
He grew shallow, loving women with hollow heads and thick thighs
Low rides and forgetting what he left at home
Long nights and overtime left me alone
Released hundreds of  artists
Torn between money and the spoken word
His best friends tried to revive what was inside, too late the damage took over
50 Cent arrived with Lil’s, and Young’s and a mess of southern heat
I was there when the light left his eyes
After Dr.Dre’s Chronic
Hip-Hop was Dead 


Details | Ballad | |

Leave the Ninety-nine

We must leave the ninety-nine
To go search and find
The one lost sheep
Wand'ring far behind
We must leave the ninety-nine
To go search and find
The one lost sheep-
Left behind  (Chorus)

Just suppose one of you has a hundred sheep
Then loses one of them and begins to weep
Would you not leave the ninety and nine
And go after the one on your heart and mind
And when it's found you would hold it closer
And carry it home upon your shoulders
Then call all your neighbors and gather all your friends
Celebrating your sheep that's back in the fold again

[Bridge]
Likewise there's more rejoicing
In Heaven up above
Over one lost soul who will repent
Than for the ninety-nine
Who are already found
To be righteous and so obedient  (So..)

(Chorus)

Now suppose one of you has ten silver coins
But then loses one of them from your collection
Would you not light the house and sweep the floors
Searching very carefully for what is yours 
Would you not put away the other precious nine 
And look in every corner until the lost one you'd find
Then call all your neighbors and gather all your friends
Celebrating you have your coin in your hand again

[Bridge]

(Chorus)

[Bridge2]
But don't forsake the congregation
And now's the time for visitation
To lead the lost ones to salvation
With God's angels in celebration

(Chorus)


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Lyric | |

Unite Blue

Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.

Chorus

Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.

(Chorus)

Bridge

United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.


Details | Free verse | |

Aural Assault

Thump, thump, thump,
Like the beat of a heart,
The speakers scream and howl,
As they shake the car apart.

What are those words I hear,
They hide behind the beat,
Assaulting my aural senses,
As you pass me in the street.

Sex and drugs,
Violence and hate,
Strange themes for a song,
That you think is great.

You call this music art,
I just call it rap,
But some have the opinion,
That it’s nothing more than ...



Details | Imagism | |

facebook our mass media

I’ve become so numb 
Due to the mass media
The images that we see today are from our own viewing 
Not knowing the effects that we show 
Come old or young we are all based on the wealthy 
Views the show TV … beam me up Scotty take me away
Take me to a place were TV shows us what we wanna her 
But we should not endear
This is their world not our day to day
Read beatify magazines they will only make you feel ugly 
Skinny the thing to be, hay American high school that’s the place to be 
Give me space while I lick my face 
This is ace as this has no trace 
Gang hoods
They must be thieves, this is what we no 
As tv showed me, just like cloth around the face told me 
Run like
 Cee U Next Tuesday………………….
  In a bit, smoke some weed 
Hay that dude must be black like 2PAC
Rap and grime their all commuting crime 
It’s not true there just writing lines with rhymes 
Just like me and you 


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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Flashbacks Of The 70's

It was Life During Wartime.
People finally became Superfly,
waking up from a Teenage Lobotomy,
having spent too many years Comfortably Numb.

We had to Try and Tear The Roof Off The Sucker,
Walk On The Wild Side,
send a strong message with a Whole Lotta Love,
proving how we still had a Lust For Life-
Let The Good Times Roll,
learning how to Fly Like An Eagle
through Dreams of Changes
before it was too late!

Yes, we were Rock Steady,
hooked on Radar Love,
driving past the Hotel California
in pimped-out Low Rider's.
Taking One Toke Over The Line
of some outdoor Sweet Leaf,
brains filled with Cocaine,
watching the Smoke On The Water
rise up in the pupils of our purple haze.

Imagine if you will,
Riders On The Storm pumping fists in the air,
moving along, never standing still.
My Papa Was A Rolling Stone,
pulled an Ace Of Spades from the deck
held in the quivering paws of a Black Dog-
a Gypsy stumbling through a Bohemian Rhapsody,
always Watching The Detectives
make Trouble for the Pusher Man.

Poor Jimi died in London
before there was Anarchy In The U.K.!
But we kept him alive by trippin' on daisies,
Takin' Care Of Business,
by calming the Bridge Over Troubled Water.
It wasn't about Us & Them anymore....

....no, we were all in this together,
fighting to Stir It Up,
Stayin' Alive
against The Robots and Evil Ways 
of too many War Pigs.

Flashbacks will show how nothing has changed!
Live by the sword, die by the sword-
when will we give peace a chance?



*Used 40 song titles of the 70's (only some of my favs!) to create this :D~


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Nineteen fable

 Nineteen fable 
Nineteen fable 
 
MUSICK NONnude Review 
 
 
CHarlaxFabels 
 
Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in 
a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps. 
Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The 
Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable 
bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing. 
John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and 
left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave 
thing. 
Daddy had a band 
Played him a little guitar 
Traveled in a van 
Livin' that rock and roll 
Night after night 
People comin' up to the bandstand 
Say you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

It was late one night 
Cruisin' on down the interstate 
Stopped into a diner 
To get him some chili and fries 
Heard the waitress tell a guy 
Standin' over by the jukebox 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Well daddy took a shine 
To the lil' girl behind the counter 
She movin' her hips to the swamp beat 
Right on time 
Said could he play her somethin' 
Over there on the jukebox 
She said you can't wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 

Daddy had a plan 
He asked that girl to marry 
With a brand new wife 
They're livin' on rock and roll 
Night after night 
She whispers oh so sweetly 
Hey you can't go wrong 
If you play a little bit of that 
Creedence song 




Details | Ballad | |

Give Me a Shot

As soon as I walk in, 
you walk right up to me;
And I know what I want, 
but you ask me what I need.
I know you're just doin' your job, 
and I'm just doin' mine,
but I cannot help but wonder if you're open, come closin' time.

There aren't many people, 
with whom, I get along;
And there are even fewer, 
for whom, I'll write a song,
but you like to hear me sing, 
and I like to watch you pour.
I wonder if there's something that we both would like much more.

Hey, bartender.  Would you wait on me?
I guess I'll just have to wait and see. 		
But I don't care if it's last call or not - 
Hey, bartender.  Would you give me a shot?

Let's make a toast:  To making the most of most.
Let us not look to see.  What will be, will be.

So, when you close out my tab,
and I ask for one more thing;
And say, "Could you call me - a cab?" 
'Stead of "Call me in the morning."
'Cause I don't wanna go too far, 
but I don't wanna go without; 
So, if I am where you are, 
please, bartender, don't close me out.


Details | Verse | |

The Poetic Blues

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly 
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;

I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant 
and my writing grew 
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it

As I wait to be inspired for the next poem, 
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM 
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used 

Or will this be the one that transcends the others  
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b, 
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul 
and I am free once they become spoken 
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest 
until the silence is broken

Drowning in the sea of proper delivery 
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose – 
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues

Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard 
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to  make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues


Details | Blank verse | |

Pub

Flavors of the sea
Swirl in my mouth
In a tomato sauce
And pasta medley.
I, full of glee.
Music all around me,
Ambience feels so free.
This pub is the place to be.
The food so simply
Deliciously consumed.
The clams are shiny
The mussels so salty.
Swirling medley tastes heavenly.
Exquisity in its graceful serendipity.
The smell, the vibe, the colors.
Oh how I love music amongst
All voices of the others.


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Haiku | |

Words

Words said, sung, written
Bred man's civilization. 
Words made us human.


Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: Bodies

Blundering bodies
Find fulfilment in rhythm;
Let the Music in.


Details | Lyric | |

The bluesman

The bluesman.

The bluesman
He’s up there, he’s a star
As he clutches in his hands
A battered old guitar
The bluesman knows his own damned worth
He does it in his style
And folk they come from miles around
And have done for a while

The bluesman plucks those strings
And wails his old blues harp
Then comes in with his rusty voice
Maybe he’s flat or sharp
But no one ever notices
They’re caught within his spell
When that bluesman does he’s stuff
Then in his world they dwell

With the bluesman
You get just what you see
He’s not out to impress you, man
He’s busy being He
And when he plays, he’s ‘It’ my friends
He pulls you into him
The bluesman can you hear him now?
When all the lights are dim.

23 July 2013 @ 1708hrs


Details | Senryu | |

Piano

A piano sits
While amateur musicians
Passively compete


Details | Lyric | |

Its Taboo to be loving you (Revised)

(Verse 1)
Eye to eye were hypnotized
Up and down side to side
Our arms are wrapped I’m on fire
Got fight this trial of desire

(Bridge)
Motion rider sexual rapture deeper deeper
Ohh dear lord there’s a ring on your finger
Yes no maybe so how much further can we go 
o… baby gotta gain control

(Hook)
This is dangerous.. kissing you
Its taboo to be loving you
This is dangerous.. touching you
Its taboo to be loving you

(Verse 2)
O.. yea that’s right girl get down . 
Blowing me a kiss till I’m liquefying
So sweet and satisfying ‘O.. yea baby girl.
My heat is growing  we’re out of control

(Bridge)
Deep inside O’.. that feeling
This infatuation is oh so wrong
How far can we go 
Gotta stop this fool n before your show ‘n

(Hook)
This is dangerous.. kissing you
Its taboo to be loving you
This is dangerous.. touching you
Its taboo to be loving you

Ron Flatow © 2006 November 18, 2006	


Details | Than-Bauk | |

birds sing sweetly

they're bickering 
in the swing, while
birds sing sweetly


Details | Free verse | |

My Thing

Writing is my thing. My drug of choice. My bling bling.
I fall in love with the similies and mentions of passion while wrapping my body in 
sentences.
Creating complicated rhythms and making them simples as instances
Every line a differenet emphasis
Commas, explinations and periods
Sometimes rhyming and sometimes not
Stopping to puff so my thoughts can lock
Feeding hungry souls starved from starvation
Creating new creations
Making people feel the sensation as I build up to mind elevation

The quest for knowledge is not a game
Spoken movements teach about the pain
I write to ease the pain
Rhythms run deep

Deep underneath clouded visions of unspoken truth lies a message
a message...a message that should be taught accurately to the youth
About the struggle of a people that was misued
abused, refused, confused, raped, beaten down
uneducated
portrayed as clowns, coons, niggers, fools
Modern day niggas and goons
Wake up!! Did you hear the news?
You are responsible for you!
Imagine how it would be tho
If we were uninterrupted and brought overseas yo
Uprooted from a line of royalty kings and queens
Africa unite is all we'd sing
Rhythms run deeper into the seams of my being

I write to ease the pain of the oppressed
I write to celebrate their success
I write to educate the rest
The message..The message..The message is very clear
No time time to waste
The time is NOW
It's here!


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Free verse | |

Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.


Details | Lyric | |

All we want is to be famous, no matter what we are famous for, we will do it

Everyone seems happy
Everyone loves to entertain 
Everyone wants to be famous
But will you make it in this world

Pick Me Pick Me yea
im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
Im nothing but a snob

A little entertainment on tv
Where you watch your kids die
The commercial reads 
Need more volunteers to get shot

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
please select me im hot

"It just goes to show 
that all we care about 
is getting famous
nomatter what we have to do 
we will do it
just to get noticed"

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
im being someone im not

Die die die die with me
because im famous now
Die die die die with me
because i want to be noticed

Pick Me Pick Me yea
Im the best shot youve got
pick me pick me yea
everyone is hollow

Pick me Pick me Yea 


Details | I do not know? | |

To all the soup members

There is not enough words I can say about you all,
You have helped me through the rough times,
The good times,and now the saddest times of my life.
The members on here have helped me when I was at my lowest,
They have made me smile,cry,hurt with them and feel there pain.
Now with the separation of my family,
They have helped me again.
I read and reread the comments that you all give me,
It gives me strength when I have none left,
It gives me the will to realize that not everything I do is wrong.
You all have helped me through the tears,
The pain and defeat that I have felt,
And for that I praise each and every one of you.
Sorry this is not the poem you thought it would be,
But some words just cannot be put into a verse,
Some things have to be said directly from the heart,
without thought,without hesitation.
Again,thank you all,
You too carol,
You and everyone on here gave me reason.



Details | Kyrielle | |

A STEADY LIGHT

In a dark, uncaring world such as ours,
there must me a steady light at all times:
bring your candles and your Christmas's carol books without being told...
ring out bells to the wild sky overlooking the bright and peaceful road!


Darkness has prevailed since our ancestors sinned,
let it end today to face a blessed day never imagined:
honor and worship your God by praising Him for His undeserved kindness...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky awaiting profound peace found in stillness!

A loving brother should never hate his own brother so kind,
as Cane did with premeditated murder on his carnal mind:
realize the heinous action that initiated the flow of first, innocent blood...
ring out wild bells to the wild sky as everybody smiles and sings out loud! 


Harmony has finally returned after a long absence,
to change hearts and minds and instill confidence:
angels peak and delight in seeing the happy smiles on faces below...
ring out wild bells to the sky on the jolliest season buried in snow!  







Details | Rhyme | |

My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


Details | Verse | |

CARNIVAL

Music, dance,
Roller coaster rides,
Processions,
Bric-a-brac,
Merry-go-rounds and foodstuff,
It’s merriment, make.

For some, in
Tipple and jaywalk
Lies the fun.
Carousing 
And  wenching  will only make
Carnival for some.




For: Nette onclaud's "Share a Shardoma" contest
From: S.jagathsimhan Nair


Details | Free verse | |

Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


Details | Lyric | |

Lies Become Life

These are my scars
And I know they haven't gotten me far
But it's complicated
And this is who I am to be

They say everything happens for a reason
Well I have two cents worth a dime
To say nothing good about that line

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

This is how I choose it to be
It's the closest I am drowning to be free
And just leave me and let me see

Theres only one way to get it all away
I will stop at nothing and think it all off
Just play that beat and watch me hit the wall

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore

I won't let you down
And hit the floor
There's apart of me thinking,
I can't do this anymore

I'm truly convinced
That telling you this lie
Will make it the truth in my life

I wont let us down
I'll keep my guard around
And watch my head hit the door
Am bound to fall down
My tears hit the floor
As I lay down
I know I ain't coming back for more

This isn't really fair
I didn't ask for you to take it this way
I can't just walk away anymore
Keeping my head from that door
Your tricks don't keep it away anymore


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Rhyme | |

Wonderland

Take me by the hand
Come with me to this far away land.
Where life as we know it comes to an end.let

We journey back in time
To a place that lives only in our minds.
Where the light shines so bright that it blinds.

The feelings of love ignite.
Let your mind lose control and take flight.
Begin this journey with me to Wonderland.

We travel hand in hand,
Without judgement, together we unite,
Without fear, we join for just one night.

The feeling of peace in the air,
Forget about worries,
Life without care.
Let the music take you there.
Move your feet to the rythym of the beat
Lose control for just one night.

Journey with me through Wonderland
A place never to forget.
Wonderland lives on tonight.
In my dreams, 
I close my eyes and look towards the light.


Details | Rhyme | |

Awe Shucks

Clam shucker yup that's me.
Ice cold or hot from the pot
will you take 6, 12, or 3 ?
Oysters, shrimp and crabs
complete the lot.
Fresh seafood in summer
hits the spot.
Island music is what 
I choose to play.
It makes the customers
come my way.
Toes tapping some dancing
while they wait.
To be shucked
the clam and oyster's fate.
The village street comes alive
when I arrive.
The music sets the beat
as people fill the street.
It's work but in a wonderful way
clam shucking for my pay.


Details | Ballad | |

PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN

A WAY OUT WEST PHATT IS GOOD
AND BLING-BLING IS FANCY STUFF
THEM COWBOYS THERE DRESS REAL FINE
CAUSE THE WORK OUT THERE AINT ROUGH


I WENT OUT WEST TO SEE THE SIGHTS
AND LORDY THEY WAS  FINE
COWBOYS THERE RIDE IN LIMOSENES
THEM COWBOYS THERE DRINK WINE

I MET UP WITH THIS FANCY COWBOY
DOWNTOWN ON RODEO DRIVE
HE HAD A PRETTY GIRL ON EACH ARM
AND BROTHER THEY WAS FINE

HIS HAT HE SAID WAS MADE OF FAUX
IT LOOKED LIKE RABBIT FUR TO ME
THE HATBAND WAS COVERED WITH DIAMONDS
AND PEACOCK FEATHERS FANCY AS COULD BE

HE’S THE PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN
HE’S THE PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN
BLING-BLING FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS TOES
HE’S THE PHATTEST GUN IN TOWN

HIS SHIRT WAS MADE OF JAPAN SILK 
WITH BUTTONS MADE OF PEARLS
HE WORE A FANCY GOLDEN BUCKLE
THAT SAID MY NAME IS EARLE

HE WORE TWO PEARL HANDLED PISTOLS
SLUNG DOWN LOW ON HIS WAIST
ONE WAS A FANCY CIGAR LIGHTER
THE OTHER HOLDS BRANDY JUST A TASTE 

CHORUS

HE SAID HEY BRO YOUR NEW IN TOWN
ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A DATE
THESE GIRLS WILL SHOW YOU A REAL GOOD TIME
GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND WAIT

I LOOKED AT HIM AND THEN AT THEM
AND THEN I JUST SAID NO
MY WIFE IS WAITIN’ BACK AT THE RANCH
AND I REALLY GOT TO GO

CHORUS



Details | Free verse | |

Dancing with Despair

I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
My soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, emitting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and slid across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?


Details | Blank verse | |

CARNIVÀL

I got
        CRAZY words!

Y’all should see ‘em –
         They’s a
         N’Awleens jumpin’ jazz
festival

    wit’ stilt-walkin’, trash-talkin’
                   jugglers
   ‘n’ flamin’ side-show
  sword swallowers

(Voodoo princess in the corner –
   Doncha think y’oughtta warn ‘er?)

They’s ju-ju in the air
  & frantic dancin’ lewd &
   bawdy
         high-life thugs

Well – they jist ain’t
    in control 
    of they senses

  an’ they sho’ ain’t in control
    of the fences --

Those 

have been

   s t a m p e d e d

I got CRAZY,
   words make hocus-pocus pie
    wit’ jumbalaya ‘n’ sweet paella
      ‘n’ eggplant parmesan --

I think 
   I’ll eat them words –
      I’m sho’ they taste
   Deeeee-lishshsh-ussss

‘n’ they ain’t too bad
    digested ‘n’ re-
    gurgitated, neither!

Yeah! Taste them words
  Wit’ yo’ ears,
   Wit’ yo’ eyes
Wit’ da pre-rational room
In yo’ mind
‘n’ dance, dance to they samba –

Starlit night time
    Drunken, shoutin’ revelers
Aswirl in a frenzy
    Of passion ‘n’ despair

Skirts ‘n’ voices
        Flappin’ in the stompin,
Stomped-up dust storm

I

Got crazy –

                                     WORD!


Details | Ballad | |

Woods, great place to hide from bullies

Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Vacation Play ... '

Calypso, Bèlè, Limbo,  Reggae
And a Pool Boy, Called Lonny Ray
Margarita and Coolers, by The Bay
All With Umbrellas at Seaside Café’

Like Caribbean Pirates, Taking A Chance
Shaking Our Lala, Wining-Dance
Vacation Adventure, Love-Romance
Worth Every Penny of Check-Advance

Barbados, Tobago, Jamaica, Fun
Songs, Soca, Sand, Surf and Sun
Float To The Bar, in Another Run
Frozen Daiquiri, Screwdrivers, Coke and Rum

Xylophone, Steel Guitar, Cymbals, Steel Drums
Almost, Made Us, Want To Be Beach Bums
When Asked, Were We Happy, We Did Come ? …
… Yeah Mon,   Yeah Mon,   Yeah Mon,   Yeah Mon !


Details | Free verse | |

Like it's given to be

How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets
How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets,
for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope

And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry
And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye
	till work is rest and boredom besets…

Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory

I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!"
You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody
without breaking a song
So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be
Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities

Like it's given to be
Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee
So watch it go brown
And watch it go down
To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory

Now how would you say, dappled in ideas
That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall
And now how would you say, given the seas
You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call...

"That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."


Details | Free verse | |

Almost all washed out

You see clouds that is the outside
But the sunshine my heart has bled
onto the stormy canvas of the insides,
the rays of yellows and paintings, red 
from day to day
These are cleansed and erased
from turmoil and sorrows
by the memories of fears relived
It always manages to get in the way
I’ve swallowed many tears over the years
But soon the stage will be set
For if the backdrop becomes too soggy
or the wipers too worn out and groggy
There will be nothing left 
to stop my night from turning ‘to day
My soul will shine and break free
That’s why every night before I sleep
I watch weather forecasts and dream
Of singing ‘bout promise in the ears of liberty
I just can’t wait 
for what tomorrow might bring 


Details | I do not know? | |

She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





Details | Blank verse | |

Naked Tune

C’mon c’mere
I got a little song for you to hear
Steady the drum beats
Let go, dance for me
God don’t mind
How you crawl towards me
Eyes focused on the floor
Are you scared?
Go on take it--cause I wanna see more
Twist and twirl until I see your core 
Juicy center
Your soul 
don’t hold me up cause you’ll only let me down
In your eyes I may be more
But that’s only because you haven’t seen what’s under my skirt, shirt, and sleeve 
Many more tricks, plenty you’d pay to see 


Details | Rhyme | |

CLEAR LAKE, DON'T LET THE WIND ERASE MY IMAGE

How joyous is to see
the reflection of oneself
in calm waters that slowly flow,
but like anything that was and will be
must be swallowed by death;
and unpleasant as it is, every living soul will know sorrow!


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image...
it must survive until this body dies in silent whisper,
to allow no person loved or unloved grieve in fear...
as this spirit flees to the highest sky, it is purified by the strongest sage!
And shouldn't my departure be glorious? It ought to be announced by conscience,
by that merit which many deserve when there shouldn't be silence!  


How powerful is to understand
a mystery that the mighty ones have defiled
with modified words to make followers tremble,
and fill their minds with untruths until they are tried
and found guilty of conspiracy even with a clean hand...
will they face the fury of the Creator for the unrest in His temple? 


Clear lake, don't let the wind erase my image,
to trouble the delightful moments of this perfect noon...
when the quite sparrows pity me more than themselves losing all courage;
and do I console them by singing like a loud croon?
Tomorrow perched on the lowest maple tree, they'll remember their friend...
someone who was too afraid of seeing his image being stolen by the unkind wind!


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #309 / Jenny

“Jenny, I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny, don’t change your number”
867-5


Details | Epic | |

A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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Ode to a San Francisco Head

It’s that beat
Bang!
arms around the porcelain
alter
shared by music gods
a plenty

The Smash!
drowns the sweetness
as the 
Boom!
carries away the wrong

with the Shrill!
stabilizing the united
chaos 
tears make their way  
to reddened arms and
Sizzle!
towards the heavens

now swaying with the
Ba Ba Ba!
images appear between
tears
where truth and purity
are found

collapsing to rest
with a sweaty
Slide!
upturned by reality
breathing hard is the 
Beat Beat Beat!
of paralysis

then dipped into the
icy mercy of a
Shout!
and then a muffled
trumpets prayer

only to awaken to
a deafening
Slam!
and an earth moving
Shake!
only then experience
takes hold

Sa Sa Wop! 


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BIRDS

I love to watch birds in flight-
Wheeling and zooming in their delight,
Flying high then low, as though they knew
They were free to do whatever they wanted too.

I love to listen to birds in song,
Warbling and whistling-never did  wrong,
Just being themselves and acting so happy-
Without remembering their Mammy or Pappy.

I love to watch birds walk and strut-
Puffing out their chests and holding their heads up
As if they knew God had a perfect design for them,
A special gift of beauty and song just from Him.

God has His birds sing their songs for Him-
He makes their beauty and voices safe from sin,
He makes them so natural and free
To be themselves and show us how WE could be.




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Unexpected Heaven

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Black and white, it was all I saw
Everywhere I turned, everywhere I went
Ice covered everything, too thick to ever thaw

I couldn't see in front of me,
I couldn't find solid ground,
My world was crashing down around me,
Any cries of help dying without a sound.

So much time had gone by
And I was slowly drifting
Too much time had gone by
And I was slowly fading

But then you came to me, so unexpectedly,
I couldn't see a thing
You offered me, such a sweet reality,
I wondered if I was dreaming
You took my hand, made me understand
the truth among the lies
And wrapped in you, so safe and sound
An unexpected heaven is what I found

You were everything to me,
my feet were finally on the ground,
the world kept spinning quickly,
but in your arms I stayed as it all crashed down

So much time has gone by
And I'm slowly seeing
Too little time has gone by
For me to rid of this feeling

And then you came to me, so unexpectedly,
I couldn't see a thing
You offered me, such a sweet reality,
I wondered if I was dreaming
You took my hand, made me understand
the truth among the lies
And wrapped in you, so safe and sound
An unexpected heaven is what I found

Bright and true, I saw it in you
Life and love, I had found it all
A fairytale ending, it was in my sights
All because of you, my unexpected knight

And then you came to me, so unexpectedly,
I couldn't see a thing
You offered me, such a sweet reality,
I wondered if I was dreaming
You took my hand, made me understand
the truth among the lies
And wrapped in you, so safe and sound
An unexpected heaven is what I found

And wrapped up in you, so safe and sound
Happiness is what I gained
An unexpected heaven, is what I found


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Absence

A tune echoes from a room.
Makes me think of them and I.
Absence, my aggrieve.

A tune plays from a room.
Makes me think of him and I.
Absence, my yearning is against.

A tune heard from a room.
Makes me think of me.
Absence of my happiness.


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City Street Blues

salty blues
and Saturday’s news
begs the difference between
the candlelit alters
and the sunlit corners

where the timid mingle
with insane masses
of different classes
and intellectual
solace
is revealed in song

the rhythm of 
empty bucket drummers
sets the pace of the 
blind blues hummers
and the picking of eight
year old prodigies
of the jazz guitar

imitations of statues
from silver to copper
surprise the passersby
as the light reflects
in a down turned eye
to where the hungry
sit and cry

the money jingles in pockets
of consumers
and blends with the beat of 
air brake pauses
mixed with the cries of children
and the laughter of hookers
and the heartbeats
of peddlers
with maps to the stars

yes the blues is fluid
and flows in city streets
among the down and out
and the up on their luck
with those chasing the Jones’
and those making ends meet
the blues is like breathing
and refreshes in every breath
as the equality of rhythm
leads each to their death
and the beat goes
on and on


Details | Imagism | |

Spring

The sun shines in a friendly glow while the birds sing mating songs, searching for that lost bond of intimate natural longing. Greenery illuminates the path through the garden, colorfully decorating the atmosphere with contentment. Leaves drift beatifically to their resting place in the aura of serenity; wisdom in the blossoms wherein dastardly royalty is usurped by inane benevolence. Such generosity cannot freely bandy about when originated from petulant systems of feigned philanthropy. Evidence mystifies the instituted kindness with otherworldly martyrdom prevailing over dynamically advantageous disproportion. A youthful sprite exudes sage harmony that listens intently to ruminated introversion and callously disregards obnoxious outburst. A twig snaps into seventy equivalent sections; equilibrium begets solitude among the predetermined assortment. Begin again and sweetly profound anew. Did it start? Nevermore, with the exception of a shift in the concept of causality's influence: kleptomania for knowledge and acceptance of besmirched spirits. Souls pine for an existential seed to spurt roots and permeate the dirty confinement. Cyclical imperfection trudges through sludge, almost cinematic in its unveiling. It is astounding in each fresh, yet repitious succession. A song skips lyrical lust and jumps to instumental amelioration: The symphonic glory of all encompassing, magnificent, eternal, ascending powerfully and synthetically descending, original, cooperative, and unorthodox love.


Details | I do not know? | |

Parade for Christ by Kenny Davis

Parade for Christ by Kenny Davis

I open my eyes, excited for today
As I await the parade with Christ leading the way

His children march on with their banners waved high
Their very voices of praise lifted towards the skies

The sounds of glorious trumpets and laughter aloud
As all the songs and hymns pierce the clouds

A fellowship gathering between sisters and brothers
Showing love and compassion, cherishing one another

Watching as their flags are valiantly waved
Making a stand for the lord, in hopes that others will be saved

Songs of Zion shake the walls and rock the streets
As the children of God march on, proudly stomping their feet

Voices continue to climb, reaching beyond the gates of heaven
His followers go on for miles, marching seven by seven

To the people of the world, they proudly sing their song
Praising his holy name as they are marching along

This majestic event, monumental celebration
On behalf of the Lord, whose love serves as inspiration

The world shall witness and the people shall hear
On how the masses of God shouted and cheered

Dancing through the town with smiles on their face
As they praise the lord for his love, his mercy, and his grace

People will ask one to another, “Have they heard?”
On how the children of God marched, proclaiming his word

Showing appreciation for God who sits high
Demonstrating to the world how much he has worked in their lives

As they continue to march over the horizon in line
They continue to let their light so brightly shine

© November 2010 k.davis


Details | I do not know? | |

Culture Peddle

Who do you think you are fooling?
Indoctrination is the name of the game,
And Mammon is the supreme God.
Jesus, Ram, Allah and Buddha
Are icons for sale.

Prayer music and such-like
Is techno-clink in the tills
Packaged salvation brings unity
For joint commercial ventures.

Catwalk queens prostitute themselves
For cosmetic gains.
Are we redefining pulchritude
Mouthing social themes?
Converting silicone assets
And marketing post mortem sight
For demi-gods to sell?

When the cacophony of a genderless crooner
Becomes cultural music to ears
It’s time, my friend, to search our souls!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Do The Wah Wah

Wah Wah
       Ha   Ha

Jimmy
      Was  He

Overdrives
       Amplifies


High Gain
     Ear  Pain

Thumb Fret
    You  Bet

B . B. King
   Idol's Zing

Hall Of Fame
  Bears His Name

  Jimmy Hendrix
      But Buster Sticks


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)


Details | Ottava rima | |

WAR SEEN THROUGH A YOUNGSTER'S EYES

Born in that historical and eventful year
when changes were sweeping this country,
peace songs were heard in the scary, tumultuous air...
not realizing the dear cost for the quest of liberty
when soldiers would have gone to a foreign land so far,
to defend what others thought was sheer folly!
And their blood was shed in jungles and on dusty roads,
never feeling selfish pride by carrying the heaviest loads.


And from those sad and tragic memories,
my lyrics were written and sung to myself
with the hope of revealing them with teary eyes...
remembering what took for them to face pain without relief
and whenever letters were delayed in the mail mothers
began to fear the worst, if not a horrible death...
many went to churches and synagogues to ask God for mercy,
and yes He heard their pleas, but war had no clemency.


Many of those soldiers were given Purple Hearts
for their remarkable courage to have confronted danger without surrendering to the enemy,
others were forgotten in wheelchairs without legs and arms,
and they wept with no one offering comfort, warmth and sympathy...
but on those heart so proud of their Motherland they wore American flags,
unable to forget their commitment when they were asked to fight for their beloved country.
O brave soldiers, if no medals or honors were given you...let me reward you for your fright:
by erasing all the atrocity of bloody scenes that still are troubling your longest, coldest night. 
    


Details | Ballad | |

Songs of Louis Capart

Songs of Louis
Capart
-by Bob Atkinson

simple phrases
satisfy

although messages
pass me by

deep within the
voice of sentiment

moves a heart toward
contentment


driving again down a
road

ample farms of crops
unknown

to Dijon up from
Paris

could have been just
any place


City of Light still
inspires

six story limit
gives up an aura

expanding
possibilities for
space

room for sidewalk
dining tables


Treff am Rex written
on pages

a story told of
feckless craving

someday bright
screen will show

how heart's desire
grows and grows


Capart's voice
transcends my mind

could be from any
decade past

language used to
paint the sun

drives in toward all
meanings of


past good times or
future fun

satisfaction sipping
a coffee cup

successful endeavor
or busted run

no matter, has all
been fun


no matter now, all
will wait

for this album to
run its pace

settled feelings of
quiet grace

all bodes well, no
wild cast rage


thank you Capart for
morning mood

of my time within
mind's groove

language meaning
escapes my thought

yet this feeling
ever locks


me into awareness of
satisfaction

allowed this morning
from reaction

to words describing
your desire

to entertain with
heart filled fire


Details | Rhyme | |

THE GROOVIEST GREETING

I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!


It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!   


I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,  
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!


" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey, 
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "    


Details | Free verse | |

I Got Dough {Solfege}

Do -  do   -        a female la beer
Re -  re    -        a drop of re beer
Mi  -  mi             without my mi beer  
Fa-    fa -           place to drive to get ti beer
So  -  so   -        you ran out of mi beer
La   -  la   -         la de da la de da I'll wait for la beer
Ti  -    ti    -        spilt spilt ti beer so no more more of la beer

Do - Do              Do la la think I'm sexy after about six six so beers  LOL 








Got Beer !
Over The Lips Thru The Gums
Look-out Stomach Here It Comes LOL

Also Entry For Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Sebastopol - Apple Blossom Weekend

The First Methodist Church,
with its bold wooden steeple,
burnt to the ground in 1914,
for preaching prohibition.
The good folks of Sebastopol
weren’t having any of that.
Today the Apple Blossom
Parade marches past
the rebuilt church, past
the Masonic Temple, past
Martha’s Mexican restaurant,
with its soup bowl Margaritas, 
past Old Main Street Tavern,
overflowing with biker patrons,
and Jasper O’ Farrell’s,
past The Powerhouse Brewery,
The Greenhouse, and G.T.O’s,
with its bottomless Bloody Marys.
As the entire town, marching bands 
and all, spill into Ivy’s Park 
for a two day party, pixilated music,
and four dollar beers to support
Analy Union High School.
No wonder Luther Burbank
and Charles Schulz
called Sebastopol their home.
And The First Methodist Church,
now made of stone, 
the only quiet place in town.


Details | Verse | |

Long walk small dress circle

Crisp white apron  checquered teatowels
Whitewashed hands dance on the dough
Kneading bread scent of yeast caked skin
Tomato onion and corn simmering folded
Fragrance of  youth smiling whites of eyes
Beautiful  woman  playing  the ornate harp


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 5

Fire! 
A pinnacle point in our evolution, providing protection, warmth.
Now the only fire we see comes in the form of terrorism and planetary attacks through war, 
explosions of human conquest fueled by political power and national demonic democracy
Music!
 Song and dance to honor the gods, to bring people together, and connect with the energy of 
Earth moving our bodies as we let go to the power of sound. 
	Now all we see is music of manipulation, music controlling the mass population to 
believe certain ideologies, to believe we have to be thin, to believe we have to be rich, to 
believe we have to have a big house, to believe we have to have a nice car, to believe we 
have to look a certain way or act a certain way,  music that tells us who and what to be, 
music of filth and sex, music promoting cheats and lies, music of power, music written by 
invisible men sung by a sex symbol, music made not through the love of the art but made 
with intentions of generating profit.

Who are these people?
Where did they come from?


Details | ABC | |

Anthem (part two)

I come to you so humbly
But I have something to show we

What can a sweeper so they
Clean our streets that’s the way

Can’t you see this wonderful delight
This strange device that gives of light 

They thought, we are annoyed
Hear our plea it must be destroyed


Details | Verse | |

The Fiddler

I offer my fiddle for your pleasures
My music will certainly be a treasure
Come and dance to the lands folk lore
The beat locks a partner you will adore.

One two three, one two three tap, tap, tap
A step here and a step there is a real rap
The country fiddler’s bow plays forever joy
A unique sound concerts the floor like a toy.

One by one the stage filled with artists dancing
My fiddle is a smashing hit for this one evening
When the song and prance at last came to an end,
The listeners asked for an encore of the jazzy trend.

Around the twelfth hour, I played the final tone
A young man bowed adieu and left me all alone
How sad to see such a superb evening exist in
I lay my instrument down and into a secure bin.

When I settled to go, an admirer smiled at me.
He passed me a rose and a kiss for all to see
Thank you for the beautiful melodies tonight
The crowd and I will leave feeling alright.

Your welcome, I promise to come before long.
When I see the floor full of dancers akin to song,
My heart cries to play more tunes for all to hear.
Now I say goodbye and leave seeing no tears.


Details | Lyric | |

Eyes

Dream of a world, Where there is peace. No girls, That admit to defeat. You can walk on water, Not worrying of drowning. You can open your locker, And look around see no one frowning. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Dream of a world, Filled with war. See a dead girl, And be dead poor. A million things, Happen at once. You have to see, The best of me. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Think about love. Think about death. You'll see a dove, On your last breath. Wake me with a kiss, So, I can see your eyes, With such bliss, Before I die. Listen to my fairytale, Before I leave, Before I go to Yale. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? I can see, You don't love me, But can you stop, The Dreams, The Nightmares? There's something inside of me, I can't hide from. It's my fate, But I'm too late. Dream of the possibilities, Of you and me. Look into my eyes. Think twice. What do you think? About me? Now.


Details | Free verse | |

Dancing Solo

Shadow dancers
cast your spells
your enchanting steps
to the rhythm
of unseen forces
hypnotic trances
the longing
of passionate glances
in a smoke filled
darkened room
under dim light
of observation.

Guitar strings filled the air
trumpets blasted
emotional tunes
smoking hues
laughing tears
drowning in beers of forgetting.

Stealing kisses in the night
from hungry strangers
aching for something
they can not fight
their loneliness following them
like a sleepless stalker
with zombie eyes and frozen hearts.

Sleeping alone again
on their vacant sheets 
of painted glass.

Watching over me.

You are my only lover.


Details | I do not know? | |

Till Death Do Us Part

Honey, it's hard that you're miles away
How I wish you can be here by tomorrow
tomorrow can turn out to many tomorrows
From sadness of missing each other to happiness wishing forever

If one day there's a war, they would call you and I cannot say no
How sure are you they will never call
Honey, I don't wish to be left alone with our children
They would need a father figure and you're not there

I need you there with me even though I don't know much about you
All I know is you're searching for someone like me
I'm sorry to say that I need you too
To help the people of God surrounding me

No one would like me because I'm disable
I want them to see, they thought wrong about me
I'm trying to do the best I can
Sometimes the one I did is better than them

Prudence of working hard
Tolerance and time are needed to reach success
Being together to plan of moving forward
To reach happiness, till death do us part


Details | Free verse | |

Punk Britannia

Punk Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
England never never never will be slaves
To the master of the medioicre and mundane
Who rehashes the same ideas again and again...
Oh, wait.
I think it's too late.
The carcass of an exciting, original culture
Is pulled apart by the Syco vulture,
Eager for a further empire expansion,
Perhaps a new wing for the country mansion...
Who cares what it sounds like? As long as they buy it;
It's catchy, infectious and they can't deny it.
Innovation is over-rated anyway - 
It doesn't get you Radio One airplay.


Details | Free verse | |

A Poet's World

This poem is about the life and feelings of a poet/poetess.



In a poet's world there is heaven and hell,
and many stories to tell.
There are mysteries to solve and codes to unravel,
many roads to travel.
There are confessions of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Storms of rejection, dejection, and sorrow.
Reflections of love, marriage, and romance.
Expressions of flamboyance and dance.

In a poet's world there is music of rhythm and verse,
imaginations of all things on earth.
Songs, sonnets, lyrics, and beats,
gardens of flowers and of trees.
There are times of drama, prose, and learning.
A constant desire burning.
Laughter and tears and feelings of fear, all in a poet's world.
There are influences to work, criticism and hurt.
Achievement and goal, warmth and cold,
visions of life and death, 
and times to be quiet.

In a poet's world there is religion, science, and belief,
faith, hope, war, and peace.
Emotions of anger and tempers that rage,
many characters on stage.

In a poet's world there are promises and dreams,
nightmares and screams,
humbleness, happiness, and philosophy,
a lifetime of writing for infinity.
It's an angel who speaks to the poet's soul,
to tell the world all his heart holds.


Details | I do not know? | |

closer

Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
to trust
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.


Details | Free verse | |

Au Courant Vivification

I manifested through the astral portal; warm sanctuary is mother’s chamber…
The gestation of magic crescendos as I emerge from her labor…
Programming me with her love actions…
Allowing me to witness the wholeness of Savoring Spiritual Satisfaction…

During the infancy the hallway to subconscious mind is illuminated from the inner sun…
Walls covered in art, music soothing the heart…
Enticing one; trust intuitive feelings, being the human life artist…
Playing soul music connected is imagination revealing the joy of spirit…

Spiraling, Spinning, turning, emerging upon this space…
A morphing scene the sacred holographic place…
Mastering vibration in conjunction with visualization creating a new earth grace…

We are the energy…
False is individual, state, country identity…
The boxing of borders has herded the human sheep…
Vampires of energy drained us of life force blood; dimming the hallway…
Washing our creative genius into the streets gutter; covered by a mountain made of paper and bottles…

Fantasized Energy Appearing Real; tool of mind manipulation…
Concealing divinity in a preservative sewer tomb of propaganda fear...
In defiance we unite to push this energy back to its source…
No longer shall we be the pan handlers of governmental energy scraps…
Using humanity as working slaves to make corporate wealth treasure maps…
We now evoke from within; the knowing of truth held when life began…
I open my heart vortex beaming into you the original emotion
Tears stream from my soul windows cleansing your fields… 
Returning your inner mind hallways to the brilliance of love…

Spiraling, Spinning, turning, emerging upon this space…
A morphing scene the sacred holographic place…
Mastering vibration in conjunction with visualization creating a new earth grace…


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Recreation

He plays the chords with his blue depression
          still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
          true satisfaction from there will never be
 
There those extol the merits of your voice
          or the fantasy of ones visionary choice
ones merit to run with company so grand
          or be courtesan to the leader of the band
 
Can such a person ever truly see
          be freed from the snares of this society
reject philosophy and understanding realize
          seek for all the truth and for its prize
  
The concept of purity can he ever hold
          reject the hype that these teachings sold
escape the prison of pride and vanity
          the pursuits of the world and its insanity
 
All of these issues we have had to face
          the system is designed for humanities disgrace
 liquids full of poison forced ingestion sup
          the table of corruption with its broken cup
 
Oh how the gold of vanity has shined
          and its thought adulterated and unrefined
the glitter of those lies have truth polluted 
          with the leaven of the religions instituted
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Gal 5
19 The works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
 22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. 
 
 
Rev 22
 12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
   14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...


‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.


‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.


‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.


‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.


‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.


‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.


Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.


Details | I do not know? | |

MUSIC MAN

Music Man


He says he’s the entertainer, so confident, so secure
When you gaze into his deep blue eyes you sense something more
As he walks through the crowd they all know his name
But he’s not looking for the glory and the fame
He has an old soul that was so easy to recognize
But he plays in a world so full of plastic and lies
He’s above the game they play, he’s so sincere
He’s got a wild spirit with no fear
He loves the fire but his heart is warm and true
And his piercing blue eyes look right through you
He’s the music in me
He’s the rhythm and melody
His words help me see the beauty in me
He’s Hollywood, if I could
But I never would
He’s Palm Beach, just a little out of reach
He’s words to a song
This can’t be wrong
He’s my Music Man
He’s a song that has never been sung
He’s an old soul with a spirit young
He’s a shooting star
A flaming guitar
He’s everyone you wish you could be
He’s living and dying to be free 
He’s the Music Man
He’s the Music in me




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The Act

"The smile then melts off her face
in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage
and trickles down into a pool
of boundless sorrow...."


React like you think they think you should
Whether or not you really feel good 

The act will pass on
and so will they 
soon enough

Don’t you show your pain
Keep pretending you’re still sane

This life 
is a dream 
and it’s not long now
‘till we all wake up

======================
Look for the song-----coming soon!

www.sorrylittlesharky.com 


Details | Ode | |

SOME WILL KNOW GREATNESS

Our modern world has become
so advanced and sophisticated,
and its technology is at our fingertips;
unlikely yesterday when everything was slow-paced,
now fast-food and credit cards are a convenience...
and poverty is the plight of low-income!

Some will know greatness,
for having made unthinkable strides,
and they will be honored or even immortilized;
and I like to be one of them...simply remembered!
The great minds of the past, like those of today,
struggled to come out of obscurity,    
until Popes and wealthy people recognized their genius;
and those names became so glorious!  

Each one of us is born with an amazing gift,
and through vocation and inspiration,
it can grow in size and scope...
if it's used with good intention!
Painters choose the colors of their images, 
writers create the words of their moods;
sculptors carve out  faces with a chisel,
and  composers imitate the feelings of the soul!

Some will know greatness,
and though riches may not ever be theirs...
their works are the reflection of themselves,
or of others who made a difference;
we have seen them, admired them
and applauded them with excitement!
And they are as detemined as we are,
fullfilling a mission beyond compare!
  


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IT'S A TEEN'S PASSION

Whenever teens gather for an annual concert in Central Park,
they can't wait to swing their bodies hypnotized by wild music:
it's the irresistible charm of their idol...it's the rhythm and beat
of the song they'll shout until they can sing louder than a lark!  


Then, wouldn't we admit it's a teen's passion, or another trand?
Today's lyrics mesmerise, but to us they are ludicrous and blank!
We had ours when Elvis was king of the land,
let's understand them...we were just like them!


It's a teen's passion arosing an undeniable desire for a franzied, youthful living!
And if some songs promote rebellion and encourage promiscuity:
it's their choice to listen to what they like and project it as reality!
So why deny them all the fun...didn't we think that swing and rock were thrilling?


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Shes an angels

She looked at me with her eyes
Healing everything even my lies
Even when I am descending
She never gives me an ending

All becomes peaceful with no pain
Not pushing her away I gain

Acting if she is my own 
Never she is harder than stone
Generating pure spirit is a cure
Evening lights shine so pure
Love of all things she holds
Some love stands in time so bold


Details | I do not know? | |

Come and share with me

Yes you are welcome
Where do you want to come ?
To my apartment or to my life ?
What do you really need?

My apartment is so small
My life is so big
Come to my life 
And live in my apartment

I will give you shelter
You get protection from the terrible winter
Hot summer won't bother you anymore
You can watch the falling snow through the window

I will take you out on the spring days
We will walk through the streets on the fall days
Come and see what more I have for you
It is better to experience than just think about it 
  
We two together will create miracles
We will open the mysteries of life
So come without thinking too much
You can share life and room with me


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New Love

I am so Complex yet simple and unique
My heart loves strong but could use some critique
I'm not gone lie I'm starting for really give in
Mentally & Physically I'm falling in love with a friend
I'm noticing my emotions racing just by thoughts of you
I've been in this place before, just don't remember what to do
Talked to myself- make sure she understood to keep her heart
Then in my life you walk.... Kinda like a fresh start
So Pure, Honest, Refreshing and Clean
Your the only person in my world... know what I mean?
But bae... no lie I'm really scared to death
Fear of a broken heart... shattered... till there's none left
I kinda wished my wall wasn't built so high
But it has to be.... you know the reasons why
Not a day goes by that I don't bring you closer in my world
This thing I have for you has gone beyond just your digital girl
So rather we take baby steps or Huge leaps
I'm feeling like this love will be so deep
Started off as a friend, blossomed like a bliss
Awaking from my dreams of you.... yearning for your kiss
Not a second goes by that I don't wonder how you are
I feel your presence close even though we know your far
If I could sum up how I feel Mary's song would be my choice
You and I know her songs tell how we feel without using our own voice
"Looking for Someone to Love Me"..... has already been done
Now I'm singing "Be Happy"... In my mind knowing your the One
I will always "Stay Down" as long as you need me I'll be around
"You are my everything" .... Yes I'm loving that sound
Sum up how I'm feeling as I listen to " We Ride"
Listening to Mary to sing my emotions while your by my side


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Rhythms of the Night

 Rhythms of the Night
   
 
Seduced by the rhythms of the night
The English Air
The London Night
Sounds of People Laughing
People Singing
People Dancing
Entices me nearer to the source
The night streets covered in fog
I venture down the cobblestone streets
to find the source
The sounds of the street beat
that move my feet
The music eminates from a dark alley
through a side door.
The music Pumping...Thumping
set afire by the music 
The music and my soul become one
My feet dance aflutter 
Shutter I think to what the future holds
As you and I embrace into one body
Engulfed into One
Nothing around us matters
Just You and I
Peter B LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn  
 


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A Black Shadow Pries

a black shadow pries...
her earthly music floating
the moonlight dance


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The Pleasant Racket

That cheese and apple affect,
chaotic yells for morning
revolutionised
by the simple cup of tea.

With smiling echo's in grim passageways
of graffiti laughs,
concrete surfs
and chewing gums dalmatian.

Rackets of rain
like falling rivers
are the singing shouts of
ambient joy.


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Ode To The Mosh Pit!

Lights flashing, people clashing
Arms and legs flying everywhere
People laughing, having fun
Dancing without a care
Feeling exhausted, want to rest
Have to find a chair
Can’t see the band because I have to stand
It isn’t fair!
Wait a minute, a gap at the front just opened up
Got to move fast, got to hurry up
If I want to get in there
Now my eyes are hurting from the glare of the lights
But being this close to the band is such a thrilling delight
Seeing them jumping around, hyping up the crowd is such an awesome sight!
Let’s hope they keep the crowd rocking into the night
As they sing their last song
For the final encore
I feel sad
I’d waited so long to see them
But I’m so glad I went along
And in a couple of years, they’ll be back once more!


Details | I do not know? | |

Rocks Lament

All pale and staring at the stage…
Do you see that scar – I was there in 64…
Do you hear that sound is as good now as it was then…
Do you see the kids…
We were so young back then…
Sweet smells around the sage sends my mind back stage to a place so far away…

I wonder if the message is the same?
I wonder if the dope still has the same effect?
I wonder if that mirror is wrong?

All too few the times – all too predictable the rhymes…
Black turned grey and rock turned oldies…


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An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?


Details | Senryu | |

TANGO TIME

Measured steps,pause,sway-
Held in passion's play
Music,woman ,man


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Show Me Your England, Ashton

Show Me Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

He Took Me To New London Bridge
He Took Me To The Tower
And The House Of Lords And The Privileged
As Big Ben Chimed The Hour

He Took Me To Piccadilly Square
… Rode On The River Thames
England, Is Extraordinaire
And I’m Glad I Saw It With Him

… To The Palace Of Buckingham
Then Again To Parliament
At Hyde Park, We Had Tea And Jam
Then A Pub, For Refreshment

But Of The Sights, That He Chose
The Best Is; I Saw The Queen!
The Next Day, When I Arose…
Why… It Had Been A Dream… So…

Show Me, Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…


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We will rewrite the songs of this World

Most of you are sleeping, 
and mother earth is weeping, 
its almost time to wake you with alarm. 

And as we've gone on "living", 
its taught to be forgiving, 
for the walking sleep dont know their causing harm.

Have you ever had the feeling, 
a feeling worth revealing, 
that there's MORE to television or the songs?

Will you take their words to heart? 
Or influence them apart, 
from what you love in how you choose to move along.

As you listen to with faith, 
information at fixed pace, 
can't you feel that we're not meant to live this way?

We were meant to feel much more, 
but certain beings closed the doors, 
you can learn of there said actions just today.

For love is not just power, 
and time may not claim hour, 
close your eyes and find out whats your true intention.

I hope that when they change the tune, 
my mind will alter and assume, 
to venture further through the many said demensions


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The Cat Will Play

Horatio, you sly and cunning feline.
You think you're smart. 
Yes, you think I don't know what 
you do when I go to work.
But I know, old boy, I know.

I know that you clean your slick gray fur 
in front of the mirror.
I know that you make sure that 
your collar is straight
and that your whiskers are trimmed.
You have to look your best 
when she's there, don't you?
I know that you invite that calico 
from the garden over 
when I'm at work.
I know that you two play my Coltrane records-
to get you in the mood. 
I can picture you two tapping your paws 
and bobbing your furry heads to the beat,
feeling the groove, 
digging that sax.
I can picture you laying next to her.
Your tail moving like a pendulum,
Your yellow eyes giving her 
that "come hither look."
When I come home, 
there is a plume of blue cigarette smoke
hanging in the air 
and there are two empty wine glasses 
with paw prints on the coffee table.

And you Horatio, 
lie there in the blanketing sunbeam
from the window, 
pretending to daydream of mice.


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Dance

Oh the tempest of the dance
and with it's heartbeat move
within it's rhythm that perchance
that graceless not you prove
to soar within a cheerful tone
as motions weave to melody
does touch within the core of bone
and in abandoned harmony

Cast with flowing piroutte
and symmetry of step on floor
a caper to a minuette
and into dance emotions pour
like children playing in the field
and in song does hearbeat skip
to the feeling one must yield
laid to ballad on the lip

Dance is such a sensuous thing
to seek to feel in songs narration
like butterflies in meadow wing
being warmed by the sensation
as sinuous as a roebucks spring
to a blithful destination
and in its depths the heart must sing
to movement and it's facination

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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George Jargon

The cool.The night air.The mist.A breeze.The light.The stars.A kiss.A walk.
A stroll.A hint.A scent.A wish.A smile.A stare.A glance.A rain drop. A cloud.
A shower.A sunset.The dawn.A book.A song.A candle's glow.A fireplace.
A wall.A room.A pale color scheme.A bubble.A faucet drip. A cigar. The count
down.A wish A kiss.A pat on the back. A squat.A spot.A release.A drink.
Some gin.Some wine.A pomagranate.Some rum.Champagne.Love in vain.
A toast.The utmost.Imagination.Spooked Alone.The dark.A dim light. A
skeleton.A closet. Love tucked away.A rendezvous.A refuse.A sweet retreat.
A thick parfume.A message.Tlc.A lay. A midnight.Candlelight rendezvous.
TWO.US TWO.ME AND YOU.A smut game.A winner.A victor.A love that's
tame.The same.Opposites.Night into day.Window shopping.Indecision.
Beneath the moon.Sleep until noon.On the kitchen floor.By the fire place.
A blouse.A shirt.Some pants.A skirt.Silk.Satin.Linen.Lace.Fur.Leather.
Sweater.Suede.The daylight.Dawn.Daybreak.Sunday morn.Holywater.
Crispy bacon.China.Silver.Coffee.Tea.Sugar.Honey.Love's sweet treats.


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Greed

Dang, chick, what happened?
Why you lookin and actin
Like a hoe?
No homo.
But I know so
That it ain't supposed to
Look like you're after
Ballers and rappers.
Chasing dollar signs 
And lies
With your short shirts and tight jeans.
Can you even fit into them things?
I ain't tryin to be mean.
I'm just keeping it real,
Telling you how I feel
About your fake attitude,
Always actin rude,
Chasing some dude
In a bar
Because he drives a big, fast car.
I guess that's just who you are,
Another wannabe superstar.
We'll see how far
That takes you.
But you do you.
And I'mma do me.
And we'll see
Who ends up on top because I guarantee
You gone be lookin up to me
Wishing you had followed your dreams
Instead of greed.


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MY DELICIOUS BREAKFAST

It's a rite when I get up,
stumbling to my coffee pot...
ready to make it brew,
then the door bell rings...
as the cuckoo clock sings: 
it's my lovely neighbor Sue!


As she walks with a dozen of eggs,
she smells the aroma of espresso saying,
" I want some of that! " swinging her legs;
" Tomorrow I am going to Broadway,
I got two tickets...would you come, darling? "
And I reply, " Yes, Sue...what's the play? "


She looks at me and says,
" The beauty and the Beast! "
" How romantic! " I reply...
" You'll be amazed how many folks
adore it when he makes her sigh! "
" Ah, look out...your eggs have cracked,
and they are all over your dress! "


" Quick, help me to take off my dress...
It's past eleven, five hours before the musical starts!"
" Hold on, let me check the strawberry tarts
in the toaster...they can burn and go to waste! "
And rushing to the kitchen, I fell on my butt flat as a rat...
I blamed Sue for messing up my delicious breakfast!


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GYPSIES FROM EGYPT

Not far from my bustling town of Baiano, which welcomed anyone, 
there was a camp set up for gypsies,
not with dangerous tramps and thieves,
it looked like a concentration camp:
a territory restricted and feared
by the locals when they burned logs themselves to keep warm;
and despite alienation and distrust, out of it came inner beauty.
Mandisa and I became friends,
and we chatted after I finished school;
many wonderful stories of Egypt she told me:
from every Pharaoh who ever lived to the last tribe of gypsies.
While everybody was suspicious and kept the distance,
prejudice didn't keep me away from her...we shared the same feelings
of two young people, but mine were somewhat more real,
hers were not too realistic considering the condition she lived in:
a camp that resembled a ghetto without any help from the Government.
At dusk, the males played the Ouds and Riqs
that surely brightened up a cloudy sky over their squalid tents...
residents listened, but thought their music was dedicated to their Goddess Iris:
what a misconception they had about theses gypsies who never hurt anyone!
With arms hugged across my chest, feeling the crispness of the evening breeze,
I listened to every song they sang with a nostalgia an outsider couldn't describe,
then I grabbed Mandisa's hand and started to dance!
They cheered and played that music louder..everyone came out of their homes
thinking that a concert was in progress, but they were taken by shock:
their bitter looks changed to human tenderness seeing two kids dance,
one of their own country: beautiful Italy and the other from 
mysterious Egypt which they knew little about.
We looked at them and smiled and invited them to join us to form a ring
where all held each other hand: two races coming together 
in friendship and harmony that before seemed a mere impossibility!


Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci


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Important Of Music In Our Lifes

Important of music in or lifes
Helps sooths termoils of daily strifes

Flow and temple of boasted notes
Rythem and rhyme that continues to float

A song from an lonesome heart
Ignited by an passionate start

Fantasy of wanting to belong
In or named in just one song

Spirits can be held on high
And can almost make you cry

So tread on your walk of life
And enjoy the melody that cuts like a knife


















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we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


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Poetry Soup

This is where I come to bleed.
Where I leave my heart for you to read.
So many things in my heart to grieve.
But only one place it can come to relieve.

It's where my friends I've never met,
Yet, in their minds, my feelings I set.
You relate my fears. You see my love,
Even for that of my God high above.
I speak to you of the one I hold dear.
Whenever, for her, I'm shedding a tear.

Poetry and song in the world we fill,
Leaving it with an insurmountable bill.
Though in money and riches we do not bask,
A little of your time is all I ask.
Poetry soup is what soothes my soul.
It makes even the broken feel once again whole.

I write when I'm joyful. I write when I'm lost.
I write when the world has me beaten and tossed.
It's a medicine so potent we cannot perceive.
They're words that can make weak humans believe.

So to you the readers I am ever indebted.
It's a friendship I have not ever regretted.


Details | Haiku | |

When The Mountains Hum

when the mountains hum
the seas awaken, sending
waves against the rock 


Details | Free verse | |

Nazis

Maestro's uneven orchestration of life,
seasoned with unassuming whispers,
began the eminent finale 
of their misguided souls


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Art Of Dancing ... ' (Part 1 of 2)

‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’


Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
If You’re Breathing – You Ain’t Still
Check Your Heartbeat and It Will …

Dance … Into A Fantasy
Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come and Do A Dance With Me

Dancing … is Good Exercise
Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life
Dancing … is A Natural High
You Can Do It … If You Try …

… Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet
Get ‘em Moving to The Beat
Back, Arms, Hands, Hips
Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip

Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce
Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce
Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast
Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz !

Dancing … is A Form of Joy
Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy
Keep The Music, Playing Please
Honey … Just Look At Your Knee !

When I Dance … I Come Alive !
Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive
Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle
Tango, or Step – Side to Side

Innocent – Interaction
Expression – Satisfaction
Set-it-in Motion … You and I
… Aaw, Just Look At That Guy

Oh ! … I See You’re Moving Now !
… thought You Didn’t Know How ?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! …
You Dance ‘bout as Good as Me ! …

Supper-Club, or in My Room
At Your House … or Under The Moon
If I Hear A Real-Good Tune …
You Will Know, I’m Dancing Soon

… Dance … Into A Fantasy
         Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee


Posted for:  Jared Pickett, ‘Cause I Know
       He Loves To Dance… (Smile)

                 MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

Papa Says Yes Mama Says No

Papa says yes
Mama says no

Off to a dance
I want to go

Flowers in my hair
Mama says Girl don't you dare

Horn's just a blaring
Papa not even caring

Begging dear mama
Please Please can I go hah hah

If your papa says yes
Then I must confess

Your mama says no
But This time I'll let you go

Be home by eleven
My little princess from Heaven

For if you come in late
Your papa is going to kill that date


         To My
         Jenny




Tribute To 
Teenage Dating


Remember Kiddies
Were always watching LOL


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I'm Your Blues Man

I'm on stage
Sweating
Voice tonging the drums
My screams are performing porn with the horns
Sexing the strings
Necking the rhythm section
Grooving on the spot
Getting hotter than hot
Rolling my hips while the lights are on top of me
Snapping my fingers like a deep fryer be poppin' grease

All the fellas wanna shake my hand
All the ladies want to be in my palm like a fortune teller's grammar
The smoke filled room is filled with chairs but everbody just choose to stand up
Tapping their feet
Clapping their hands after they've captured the beat

 FEELING GOOD!!!
That i'm a man that just so happens to understand
That the boss been working you a little too hard
Or that I done went through too much hell to find heaven in you
I don't mind turning you a-loose
But I just can't let ya get too far
Don't be nervous
Just let
Go of your worries
Cause they don't make good pets
And you can never tell when and if they're coming back again
But you know that the good times will just pick up and go
I don't need to see no scholars or doctors when I'm running a fever with a sore 
throat
All I need is a bottle of vodka or gin and peppermint for the common cold
Either I'm not your preacher,teacher,doctor,or healer or I'm all of the above

Turn on your radio,play a tape,spin a record,put on a cd,turn on your TV or
You might be lucky enough to come and see me down at the club
 HEy hEy, 
                              "I'm Your Blues Man"


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Home

chorus: Gotta find my way Home (4x)

so much destruction (yeah) in the world today
don’t know what to do now (oh no)
help me find the way (unison)
should i hide now (oh) or should i run away
gotta make a decision (yeah)
Lord continue to build my faith
still keep on searching (oh Lord)
help me find the way (unison), cause i :

chorus(4x)

so much confusion (yeah) in the world today
how can i make a difference (oh Lord)
help me find the way (unison) (2x)
what can i do Lord (oh)
wicked men sell out the race (unison)
there’s no time to waste now (oh no)
help me find the way , cause i :

chorus(4x)

So much illusions (yeah) in the world today
can’t trust what you see now (oh no)
help me find the way (unison) (3x)
give me the wisdom (oh Lord)
to help me find the way
i’ll search forever (yeah)
til i finish the race (2x)
cause i :

chorus(4x)

help me find the way(2x)



This song was inspired by the music of Bob Marley. I love his music because it is 
spiritual and I wanted to try to see if I could write something like him. You be the 
judge


Details | ABC | |

the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.


Details | I do not know? | |

Not for you

My patience slips as I wait for you. 
I think of the conversations that lay ahead.
The concrete is cold in Niagara.
You arrive with a fake smile.
I sit down and soon realize you are concrete.
 
People are different on vacation.
The booze, the heat and no responsibility.
With a moon grinning back at me.
Its to easy to fall in love.
 
Your place is all grown up.
You like to make me think, your holding everything together.
Really it's all falling apart.
 
I am planning my escape before the sun comes up.
I followed a dream.
 
Your my favourite dissapointment.




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Invitation To Dance

Invitation to dance
Dance, so slowly dance
Test, touch, tease 
The toe, ball of the foot
Inviting dance floor
An invitation to dream
An invitation to dance

Come, watch,
The rhythm beat
Once – twice, repeat
From foot to leg
So gently float
Like a heartbeat
One–two
I know you
Entwined with me
A pair in step
Do glide
Supreme twist and turn
One–two, one–two

Now hear the drum, 
The cymbal beat
Beat, beat, join in 
Love’s rhythm dance
Our hormones’ vibes
Glisten in our eyes
Turned on – turned on
One–two, one-two

Our bodies bend and blend
Like lulling, repeating waves
In unison step
The beat, the move, turn,
gentle turn
Now more succinct
Now more distinct
Couples rejoice, graceful
Now getting bolder
Ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta
One-two, one-two

Listen, listen,
Watch, watch,
Bedazzled, amazed
The rhythm of the human race
The feel, the feet
Totally immersed
Adventurous beat
And dancing feet again

Alas, alas
The music slows
So sexy, sensual
Only the dancer knows
Slower dip, dip
And up, tip top turn
Desire, yearn
The dance of dances ends
               -


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’


Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….


Details | Ode | |

WRITERS POSSESS THAT MAGIC KEY

Writers are like painters
who define the deepest emotions
by reflecting on the human condition;
it's a burst of inspiration
which can't give an explanation,
or expect definite answers!

Writers posses that magic key...
to unlock each forgotten,scorned 
or revered feeling and reveal it
with stimulating sentiment;
and if they are hesitant or afraid
to make everything known...
they'll be compared to cowards
who confine, alter or hide,with implicity,
their identity for the fear of prejudice,
or because of a tainted reputation!

Writers possess that magic key,
more than the greatest composers...
creating sumptuous melodies;
our words are immortal as their works,
but they can be read aloud
and be pleasant to the ears:
however tragic, delightful,sad,
funny, or happy they may be!

Writers are able to turn
every story into a memorable one,
those lines into extraordinary verse...
however sober or humorous,
and all songs to withstand time;
we'll be gone, but they will live on!

Writers possess that magic key,
and we are fortunate enough to use it
to our advantage or someone's disadvantage;
we can cause much turmoil, joy,
inspiring awe or unexplainable rage over it...
and effect every heart in innumerable ways!


Details | Rhyme | |

My Daughter Likes Rap

My daughter likes rap
Man, that's insane
I just saw her whole future
Going down the drain
I think maybe it's just
A malfunction of the brain
So, I took her to the doctor
But he couldn't explain
So I asked why do you like rap
You have nothing to gain
And you know that type of music
Just gives me a pain
She said daddy please listen
Before you make that call
It's not the garbage rap
You haven't heard it all
Come listen to this track
I just bought it at the mall
It doesn't have the language
Created by minds so small
So I listened to the music
And was soon having a ball
I loved the beat and the rhythm
Didn't hear no F words at all
So I'm playing it in my car
And feeling ten feet tall
Hey, there are some rap stars out there
Thank you very much
Who do not need profanity
To put the world in touch
They don't need shock words 
To be used in the clutch
They don't blame society
They don't need a crutch
Again I say to those rappers
Thank you very much


Details | Free verse | |

Haricot from Baton Rouge

(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)


Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way of pirogue to visit with his sister Sue  

Every one knew when Haricot came through
The morning would start with the smell of Roux
Caf Noir, Hot hush puppy’s and biscuits too
one could feel music of the zydeco by mid-afternoon 

And Haricot would shout Laisez les bons temps rouler 
The town folk and kinfolk alike would gather that day
Some found sipping on bourbon  and café au lait 
while awaiting the succulent taste of Cochon de lait 

Oh the savory taste of Lagniappe which filled the air
All truly possessed  la Joie de vivre 
Consuming Andouille and Boudin flavored with the Bouquet Garni 
Children could be found nibbling on sweet Beignet 

While elders could be found playing a game of Bouree' 
The women would have prepared jambalaya, Gumbo’s, Grillades
As the sunsets all will have ate every thing from their bowls and plates
And all would begin again to dance  Fais-do-do 
Haricot would shout too all and his sister Sue 

Mon cher, mon cher sûrement ceci est la vie
Good music good friends, family, dancing and cuisine
ceci habite véritablement Sue et tout agreed


 


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Unkept Secrets

                                  
                                    If fate's when first impressions love
                                  Then regret's yearning what never was
                                    At ease entranced my eyes retrieve
                                                Forgotten memories
                                      Told this tale countless times 
                                  I loved an angel who lost her mind
                             Choose one word which rhymes with fate
                             Relive my life and transcend its mistakes
                             Reclaim precious time, addiction wastes
                      Some angels charm, yet their misery is shared fate

                                         Past memories,I can't forget 
                                   To cherish the past without regret
                                               Until my last breath
                              An angel's death is my secret unkept

                     If wisdom's embraced, trying moments mature
                                Some more fortunate, won't endure
                                Search the cosmos, search inside
                                Is regret volition's reward?And why?

                              Some lost souls embrace addiction
    Save precious time , their unfurtunate fate is an intuitive prediction
                        Some have past lives they've barely survived
                           Is pain volition's reward, or human error?
                              Is regret finite? Will love last forever?

                                         Past memories I can't forget
                                   To cherish the past without regret
                                              Until my last breath 
                                  An angel's death is my secret unkept                                        


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The Duke Of Derring' Do

Man About Town… Richly – Renown
The Duke Of Derring – Do

Part Of His Fame… Debonair Dames
Saved From A Distress Or Two

Handsomest Face… Ladies Chase
All – Over The Place… For His Embrace

What’s A Gel’ To Do?...
For The Duke Of Derring’ – Do…

Chivalry And Gallantry
He Wears It, Like His Clothes

Right- On Cue… Tailored – New
All The Ladies Sigh… Oooh!...

What Do They Say… There’s A Day
A Maid May… Take His Breath Away!

… Take It As Your Due…
Duke Of Derring’ – Do!...

The   Duke…  Of…  D e r r i n g’ – Do!


Details | Monorhyme | |

The Swinger

gotta get out of this place
to many now know my face
dressed from head to toe in my leather and lace
trying hard to run at a fast and steady pace
I just know I just gotta get out of this place

the booze the men all getting on my case
music's blare all such a disgrace
want the world to just go away at a faster pace
leave me here to die with such a sad looking grin on face
knowing I  have to just gotta get out of this place

money in the jar for just in case
daughter's picture surrounded by flower vase
I don't care if I been maced
another day I walk in disgrace
just knowing I just gotta get out of this place

around the bend she hit second base
a safe haven without a trace
of this gal and her leather and lace
dancing and hitting the clubs of distaste
for she finally made it out of this place







Tribute To Those
Getting Out Of The
Dancing In Clubs


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One Night With the MJQ (for Sue M)

It was a night I'll always remember,
I've told this tale so oft,
Sometimes I forget, and on my 3rd repeat
My friends think my mind has gone soft

But it's way back, maybe "69,
I was but a teenager hanging out,
My young new wife and another couple
Just sitting, lounging casually about

When from the kitchen radio
An advertisement we did hear
The MJQ (Modern Jazz Quartet) was playing that night
It's true, I tell you true!!

Now to put this in perspective
So it makes some sense to you,
And I do here swear
That what I say is true!
Let me enumerate some facts...
See, I was a young aspiring musician
My neighbor a well established one
Percy Heath, bassist of the world famous MJQ
My best friend then was his son

He used to listen to our jams
no choice i guess he had,
Our music sometimes too loud
For that I now feel sad...

So we looked at our financial state,
Not too impressive, be assured
$20 here,$10 there,maybe she has $5, $10 had the last,
It'd be tough to manage this, we knew
But at this point our determination was well cast

We managed to take a cab,
To the NYC Rockefeller Centre, and up,
to the classy Rainbow Grill
The atmosphere so different
It really seemed a thrill!

But, see, we were like country bumpkins
For this elite wealthy NY crowd
Well heeled, well dressed, well mannered,
Well moneyed, most important, they were,
Easily at home here, well above the highest cloud

Now the Maitre d' did quickly size up
Here we would not fit in,
So he'd show those sophisticated others his wisdom
But to me it seems a sin

He seated us behind a thick pole
With the band so hard to see
We struggled with the 2 drink minimum
How embarrassed we should be

But once in awhile the losers win
And God in heaven smiles
For stuck-up rich old morons,
Under "losers" they he files

For when the MJQ took their break
They all came over and sat with us!
My pride, my gratitude, my "up-yours!" wish
Came to us without a fuss

So now you should remember
Don't preen and think you're cool,
Cause once in a while,
The tables turn,
And you become the fool!


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The Kids Today

Can't understand the kids today
they look at life in a different way,
they don't seem to see the things we see
and have no idea what they want to be,
teenagers dressed in funny gear
swearing, smoking, drinking beer,
their music sounds like they're in pain
I'm sure they'll drive us all insane,
of course, it's just the kids today
it never used to be this way,
when we were young, not long ago
we liked our moms and dads to know,
the music we played was for them
to listen to, but not condemn,
we wore our clothes with lots of pride
and dressed up when we went outside,
we wouldn't ever start a fight
in fact we did everything right.


Details | Senryu | |

Your Radiant Violin

your radiant violin
the cry of shrieking insects
whispering mind cracks


Details | Rhyme | |

Boogie on Down

Out on the dance floor, boogieing away,
dancing to the music that the dj's play,
from rap to rock to country and soul,
dancing around, having fun is my goal.
it doesn't matter that i cannot dance,
but when that music starts its like I'm in a trance.
moving my feet,swaying my hips,
shaking my booty as the sweat drips,
the music slows to a more seductive pace,
now i can dance with such elegant grace,
finally the DJ plays the last song,
then on come the lights time to move on.


Details | ABC | |

THE BATTLE OF DESPERATION

Where do I put my hate at the end of the day?
Who will save my soul when I forget to pray? 
How do I fall asleep at night? 
When all I want to do is fight! 

Who can I love when my love has gone away? 
Why can't I be the man that would make her want to stay? 
I rip my mind apart like the blade rips the flesh. 
At the end of the day my head is a bloody mess. 

I don't slip cause I won't get up from a fall. 
I am losing at life's game so I am left to ball. 
They laugh at my demise cause they can't resist. 
So I know when my body expires, it won't be missed. 

The cold flesh will become a bone frame. 
No one will ever look at me the same. 
I will fall and your tongue will cause the slip! 
Your bottle of pain is not the same as mine, just a sip! 

Get drunk and high off my misery. 
Spit it, suck it, slam it, then let me be. 
I am a sinner so throw your stone. 
Make your hatred known and then leave me alone! 

My soul is not worth saving any more. 
This battle has ended and I am done for! 

I do not need to sleep at night! 
I can fight a war with out any sight! 
My love is gone and gone for good! 
She did not love me and I know now she never would!


Details | Rhyme | |

Perchance a sweaty brow should brush..

Perchance a sweaty brow should brush your skin
a crumpled linted jacket strong of aroma within.
You....a fresh flower..... your fragrance wafting freely..
Swarthed in your mothers steady gaze lest you roam.
Her soothing voice with gentle hand on your cheek
Barriers once formed now lay lax as the moon waxes
Nay, strong aroma  of exotic food nauseates the palate
Vitamins absorbed in pellets replace  masses of fibre
Soaking in a warm bubble bath of fragrant radox froth..
Gentle strains of Creedence Clearwater piping forth
sends one a slumber "hey!" "Wake up! Dont go under!"
The cycle of the day, the night and repeats back to the 
circle, day again into night, a moon, a quarter, a season.
Nay a year had passed like this without much excitement...
Disshevelled hair combed with the hope of tommorow.
Lets celebrate the future, the stars neath the cloudy sky
A northeasterly wind blows  in echos of fond memories.


Details | I do not know? | |

Westbound

A picture’s worth a thousand words
Screaming to be spoken
Flowers and chocolate say hello
My aching heart is broken

Painted word pictures
Of flowers framed in chocolate
Read on a train by men down on their luck
Clatter of rail ends enjoining on ties
Providing a background of rhythm for lies
Hearing a melody humming along
Painted word pictures becoming a song
Memories of good times and battered old trucks
Bottles in bags and an old deck of cards
Sardines and crackers and light from the yards
They joke with each other to know they’re not dead
Five men all riding a roll away bed


Details | Free verse | |

A SAFE, MONASTERY LIFE

With a world increasing in knowledge, not discernment,
science expands its universe in space;
you will encounter a few whom the Lord will send...
to seek a safe,monastery life! 
The Middle Ages were a great escape
from the vandals that invaded their land;
and thus,many geniuses brought new thought to light,
and civilization was saved by these courageous monks!

Why are the prisons being overcrowded by the minute,
are we losing touch with conscience,
and is guilt excluded from the senses?
Some don't even feel the sense of guilt,
unremorsefully in front of judges who deplore...
and the offenders ludicrously defy justice;
are we becoming a society of lawless ingrates,
or are we going back to the Dark Ages?

Chaos seems stunning nowdays...
if it surfaces without notice,
all that we built and its splendor
can turn into ashes like charcoal;
the events, unfolding before our faces,
will be more catasthrophic...  
compared to what occurred,over
the centuries, throughout those lands
plagued by deadly diseases!

Choosing a safe, monastery life
is not only precocious, but wise;
if your calling is truly spiritual:
be the sagest of the sage...
not consumating a self-image; 
devotion is a not a demise of the faithful!


Details | Ballad | |

Unconventional God

the One Omnipotent God

does unconventional things

and many out there agree

until they find out that it means

His ways are passed finding out

but if we will simply obey

the world will see what God does

and hear what God has to say



{Bridge}

So who directs God's Spirit to do as they feel 

He's the One who leads and guides and goes where He wills

Teaching us as we follow Christ we become unpredictable

Getting to know Him, doing exploits, strong and unconventional 



Would you do what Jesus did?

Would you say what Jesus said?

If you could see and hear your Father

Be so unpredictable

Would you do it how He did it?

Would you say it how He said it?

If you could see and hear your Father

Be so unconventional  [Chorus]



those full of the Spirit of God

do unconventional things

and many out there agree

until they find out that it means

His thoughts are not their thoughts

His ways are not their ways

and those God directs perform

and speak like Jesus does and says


Details | Lyric | |

already

its a dam shame 
to be this fine
the judge told me
I gotta do the time
so i went to the studio
to spit sum lines
I stayed up late
from 1 to 9
hey!
im not gay
I dont go that way
I dont mind being friends
but I dont go that way
I got fellaz shook
when i write hot hooks
im doin it big
I even wrote my own book
)))already(((


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Boy Sings A Song

The music plays hauntingly 
As he sings quietly along 
Just another sad and very lonely song 

For in his world, melodies
Are all filled with great pain 
Tiny heart full of nothing but aching blame 

Maybe if he could be better 
Then he'd be truly loved 
Every night he prays to the Lord up above 

But every morning he wakes 
To the same old tired song 
Wondering what he did that was so very wrong 

Only six years old now 
Already he'd seen too much fear 
Felt no smiles, but cried rivers of tears

He doesn't remember anything 
Except this very sad refrain 
It seems to reach out and call him by name

Someone should have noticed 
He had the bruises and broken bones 
It should have told them what was happening at home

But the music keeps on playing 
As people just quickly walk by
Each day he wonders, if it's his day to die

His dad is always angry 
He doesn't know what he's done 
All he wants is to be a very good son 

His Mom seems oblivious to his suffering 
Lost in her own music filled with shame 
Dreaming of better days, casting away her blame

With no love on the outside 
Little boy quietly climbs inside 
Looking for safety and a place to hide 

While he waits he sings 
This painful little tune 
Praying that help, will find him soon 

See the sadness behind his eyes 
It's where he's gone to dwell 
Lost inside himself, away from his living hell!




Details | Rhyme | |

Quilted Love

You are my checkered King . I am your Lavender Queen.

Spring air  brings  strong pulsating beats of your heart.

No thread nor fragrance can match that of your fine fabric

Being  enveloped  immersed  we seem  to  rule the world 

Wrapped warm  in each others arms there can be no harm

I salute you , raise my gold cup and drink to you my Lord

Secure in your bright , blessed light I feel so safe at night

With your arms entwined  around me  life is  complete. 

Come , eat my Lord, of  our sweet aromatic sacred foods.

Beside our lush hearth , harpsichord music sets  the mood.


Details | Ballad | |

Good Samaritan

As you go
Where God will send
Be a neighbor; be a friend
Don't pass by
On the other side
When you see the hurting ones
Be merciful
And pity them
Who somehow have become victims
Help and love them
As you do yourself
Be like the Good Samaritan  

Find the hurt
Pour oil and wine
To cleanse their wounds you bind
Lift and warm 
Them in your arms
Let love be their inheritance
Carry them
With gentle prayer
To where they will get more care 
At your expense
Follow up on them
Like the Good Samaritan


Details | Free verse | |

Do What You Love

Music is metered and measured in bars 
with silly names like Brewbaker's
          Spanky's
                  and Bushwaller's

Where tempo is tapped 
                                           drawn out
by bourbon-burdened
                                           pulse

Where the staff hides the key to the kitchen
your grinning keyboard is kept in 
                                                           octaves of twelve-packs
twelve steps in half
                                   steps
six-pack steps. Notes upon notes
stacked in thirds
                              fifths, and flasks
 
Where ears listen like mouths listen
                                                                 listen, we'll suck that
song right out of you. Sing.
Sing into the mouths into the throats into the stomachs 
and all the winding rest
                                       your song
a steaming pile of process
                                      on the floor, bilious
                 with black gum
                                      and glass 
smashed like teeth
                                      of a silly keyboard grin.
Sing. 


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #204 / Springsteen

“This is radio nowhere
is there anybody alive out there?
This is radio nowhere
is there anybody alive out there?
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!
I just wanna hear some rhythm!”
Tell ‘em, Springsteen
we’re all fifty-six years old


Details | I do not know? | |

Fingers

Finger's going in finger's going out finger's going everywhere
even the southern route
round my family you so kind once alone you say this butt in mine
finger's going in finger's going out finger's going everywhere 
even the southern route
you kiss me gently you kiss me hard trying to lay on top I 
push you off 
finger's going in finger's going out finger's going everywhere
even the southern route
all the dudes think you hot stuff listen brother
this one chick you'll never taste
finger's going in finger's going out
finger's going everywhere even the southern route


Details | Free verse | |

I'm a victom of too little too late

Prevention!
The stars sing to me
to set up games
to look for players
to save my life
from the sick world of satanic cults....
I know you're thinking
How do I know?

I'm the modern day
David Gayle
She swallowed the key
She wrapped the bag around her head and taped it up
after intercourse

Once upon a time
I talked to the T.V.
I told them
I didn't want
anyone help me become succesfull
little did I know
everyone was going to spend 
the rest of their lives
fighting me

Now I'm crying
from the truth your not believing
and the mental scars I have you don't see

A call for help is a sign for suckers
DANGEROUS!

Once upon a time
the radio talked to me
I told the radio
i needed a friend
a shadow
a mystery
little did I know
I'd be studied
and cast aside
after being thrown away

mentally tormented and raped

I could have lived happily ever after
The radio mocks me
The tv runs away from the truth of me
the police won't investigate me
and the mental institutes laugh

But one day
I'll get the last laugh
maybe
when I get away and prove it

For now I'm the victom of too little too late!

I'm proof crazy people aren't as nuts as you thin
but victoms like me
how do I break the cycle
and start the next?


Details | Ballad | |

The Invitation

If you had just married a wife
Then were invited to The Banquet
The greatest wedding feast ever to be told
Would you say that you can't go
Or accept the royal invitation
And take with you
The one you now have to hold

Our Heavenly Father requests the honor 
Of your presence at the marriage of His Son
To the Bride arrayed in righteousness; blessed are those invited 
The wedding banquet is ready; will you come?  (Chorus)

If you had just purchased land 
Then received The Wedding Invitation
From the King to His palace of gold
Would you go look to His interests
Or ask to be excused
To see the field 
In which you had been sold

If you had just gained merchandise
And were invited to The Dinner
To sit with the righteous and the bold
Would you refuse the King's table
Or hurry first at His request
Then let your business
Multiply one hundred fold

(Chorus)

[Bridge]
If you give your regrets or do not respond
You will not receive the garments of fine linen
You will not taste His banquet like the many who are called
Only to the Few will the place of honor be given
And His house shall be filled when they are compelled
From the highways and byways and even from the hedges
From the streets and alleys they're accepted and chosen
For wedding garments and to eat the Bread of Heaven


Details | Ballad | |

Kiss the Son

Kiss the Son and tell someone 
That you love Him and He loves you
As well as them
Kiss the Son and tell someone
That He loves you and you love Him
As well as them  (Chorus)


Details | Ballad | |

An Open Heart

Let's have an open heart
That's when our love will start
To reach the people-
And it will lead them
To Jesus Christ


Details | Free verse | |

The Queen


Oh yes, today just like yesterday, 
she promises,
to love me more! 

But, when the music begins 
to summon her, with a passionate melody
and its calling…

Ahh! When the music plays
that needs her attention, she 
uncompromisingly looks back

At the central stage,
where she was once a queen,
…and searches for the aroma of her night lovers.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ska Blab

Black suit and tie 
think you are so tough 
but all the rudies out there 
are way too rough 

you think the clothes maketh the man 
but without the grit you are so fake 
rub up and push up little rudie 
got to give more than you can take 

so stomp all you want little skin 
bark worse than your bite with your skull so thick 
better straighten right out 
or she'll hit you with a cuckoo makka stick