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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


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 | Rhyme | |

A Rose with no Thorn

A Rose with No Thorn

In the Garden, the bouquet of life
There bloomed a rose whose beauty caught my eye
Incomparable is this rose’s design
Unlike the others, she is not the prickling kind

I know they say that every rose has its thorn
But here blooms the exception, of the spirit she is born
One of a kind, the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn

Oh what a fragrance, so lovely and fair
A scent of sincerity sweeps through the air
A pristine beauty from the realms up above
For she is the flower primeval of love

And as I bask in her blossoms of compassion
I find I am fashioned by love that’s everlasting
And in my heart she’ll always be adorned
For she is a rose with no thorn

Though weeds, thorns and thistles have tried to choke her
The rain has wet her; the sun has even scorched her
But she’ll not wither, neither will she wilt
For she is rooted in the love that God has tilled

Amidst great turmoil, never to be foiled
Arrayed in glory that could never ever toil
One of a kind, yes the rarest in form
For she is a rose with no thorn



Copyright2008 by Kenneth J Thompson


Details | Elegy | |

The Lament For an Angel

All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Lyric | |

The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.


He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be
©2013C.LBaker


Details | Rhyme | |

Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Ballad | |

With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...


Details | Light Poetry | |

You Alone

Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side 
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone

So do not walk away 
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

And you alone

So I raise my hands to embrace you

you alone



Details | Lyric | |

Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



Details | Lyric | |

Viagra and Beer

Too much Viagra and beer.
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.

Country Bob's was the last club that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, but I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Nice pants.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."

A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She's still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.

When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.

You were fantastic last night;
So, I only think its right
If I supplement your diet 
With Viagra and beer."

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, I'm happy on my diet of Viagra and beer.

Yes, I'm happy on my diet of Viagra and beer.


Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14


Details | Lyric | |

Promise

Promise
By: IzaDonna

You were such a young boy
With a tragic past
I know it still haunts you
Feeling like the pain will always last
Just remember, Just remember
I'm here for you
Keep your strength up
And always stay true

Chorus:
So make me a promise
A promise that you'll keep
Better your life
Before your into deep
I'll stick with you
Even when I'm gone
Watching from heaven
As you carry on
That's my promise

I know its a struggle
Fighting the demons of your past
Don't worry brother
I'll pick u up when ur falling fast
And always in my eyes
No matter what you do
I'll always have you back
No matter the decision you choose

Chorus

So when you feel
Like you wanna give in
Keep your head up
Remember where u've been
Find your inner strength
And moving toward
What you wanna achieve
Always push forward

Chorus X2


Details | Free verse | |

Evergreen


The tide surges
over binary laugh-lines.

Seattle, oh Seattle,
unless you are able
to find oxygen in conch shells
and survive in an underwater cottage,
it's high-time to teach your soul to swim.

The tide ebbs in and out,
allowing us to re-energize in-between takes.
But don't forget to practice your part.

Take 3, this is the scene:

a moonlight-key opened a treasure chest
filled with digital photos of submerged guilt and shame.
These waves are here to stay,
unable to douse the underworld burning in his beard.

Wolverhampton, do you remember
when he came as he was,
ready to entertain us
with a belly full of liquid-bogeymen?

Do they remember how the seahorses kissed
to the sound, to the sound?
The kiss lasted for 230 seconds, times three --

and again and again and again!

Seattle, oh Seattle,
your Evergreens sparkle with rubied feathers,
your road-signs are a bit cleaner now.
Hey, there's always going to be the contradiction
of mud and bleach in Aberdeen,
so there's no longer a reason 
to feel aqua seafoam shame.

There's no longer a reason
to feel aqua seafoam shame*



March 16th, 2014


________________________________________________________

Author's notes: For this poem I used the cut-up technique,
cutting-apart and re-mixing specific stanzas of my poems: 
"ADDWDDMD"(written, September 2010), and, "Currents"(written, July 2010).

I use my own polished technique:
Instead of leaving the initial raw result of the 'cut'/scramble,
I switch words, and add words here and there to offer extra cohesion. 
This is most evident in the switching-around of place names(Seattle, Wolverhampton, 
Aberdeen). Had I left the place names as they initially 'fell', the poem would have 
made even less sense to some of the readers.
I also add punctuation and breaks; formulate stanzas.
I also allow repetition of certain words and some of the newly formed lines.

With my polished cut-up technique, I cut-up/scramble more words than I want 
used in total for the end result. 
I create an 'over-flow pool' of words to inject into the overall shifting of words.
For example, with this scrambled chunk of words:

with / chest / photos / filled / treasure / guilt / submerged,

I switch around the words, while pulling "of" and "and" from the over-flow pool,
and take "submerged" and "digital" from a chunk of scrambled words that 'fell' in 
an entirely different area of the mix.

I end-up with: "filled with digital photos of submerged guilt and shame."

That line triggered the idea to use three words which have been swimming around
inside of my head for years; to use the words in the closing lines of this poem. 
These three words are not from the original stanzas that I cut-up,
so this piece isn't technically 100%, a cut-up poem.

I was inspired by the cut-up technique contest which is currently running,
to attempt another one of these types of polished cut-up poems,
but since I incorporated three 'outside' words and polished the piece quite a lot,
I will not be entering this poem into the contest, because I wasn't willing to 
compromise my intent in order for the poem to fit the specifications of being a 
cut-up poem(100%) in its purest sense as defined by several sources.
____

* "aqua seafoam shame" was inspired by the lyrics: "All Apologies".

"All Apologies" -- Writer(s): Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl, Prince Rogers Nelson.
Copyright © 1990 Controversy Music, Primary Wave Tunes, Mj Twelve Music. 
All Rights Reserved.





+/-


Details | Lyric | |

How Could I Not

I cry Jesus...and you're there
Lord...nobody cares...
For me....the way that you do

When peace floods my soul
Like I've never known
How could I Not....love you

On the turbulent sea
There's millions like me
Searching...like I used to do

You said....if I cared
Then your way I'd share
And How could I not....love you

How could I turn away
How could I never say
Thank you..for all that you've done

For laying your life down
Turning my life around
For God giving his only Son

For taking my place
And amazing grace
For healing my heart through and through

For.....forgiving my sins
And being my friend
How could I not.....love you




PROTECTED BY COPYRIGHT LAW


Details | Lyric | |

Looking is the medicine

Written through the inspiration of John and Carla Sherman. who helped me gain my 
sanity back and through this start writing again.......Peter.

Looking is the medicine


I have been
The enemy of me
Trying to change me every kind of way
But nothing’s helped at all
It’s all beside the point
Now I listen to the words a man did say.

You have to look at you
That’s all you have to do
Then everything will start to come out right
All those things been written
They won’t help much at all
The ‘you’ of you must give the life some light.

Just take a look at you
That’s what the man did say
That’s the only way to lose the fear
Let the light shine on the story
That’s all one has to do
Then truth will come, as life becomes more clear.

This be the medicine
I take it every day
And as I do the lightness touches me
As all the fear is fading
To where it has to go
So I keep on looking oh, so endlessly.






Details | Ballad | |

Tribute to bob Dylan

Tribute to Bob Dylan

I remember well when I was young
And music was my thing
There was Billy, Elvis Cliff Richard
And to me these guys did bring
Wonderful moments in my life
As I bought all of their stuff
But then this other guy came out
And Lord, that was enough

My interest it went to him
Who changed the status Quo
His name it was Bob Dylan
And me I watched him grow
From a young folk star, to a rock legend
He did change music’s face
As he prophesized some potent things
That would touch the human race.

He told us in his screaming voice
[As he played his mystic role]
That all the sons and daughters
Would be out of our control
He sang of the whole world changing
And I’m seeing that come true
Oh Yes, that old Bob Dylan
I loved what he did do.


Details | Lyric | |

F Bomb

“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I get a window seat
Away from defeat
Can I get park for the kids to play
Next to the spot
Where Rosa refused her seat

Langston in my pen
Proud, young, and free
Handsome and intelligent
The government targets me
First,
In a second
My history is a blessing
The court system in racist
Society shows the traces.


Details | Lyric | |

Have I told you lately that I love you

Have I told you

Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you just how much I care?
Have I ever told you?
when I am with you darling
The power of bliss and joy is everywhere

Have I told you how my heart is yearning?
To feel you here within my sweet embrace
Have I ever told you?
That whenever I am with you
I melt within your beauty and your grace

I look at you and feel such joy within me
You smile at me and everything feels grand
Have ever I told you 
When you are with me Darling
A feeling comes that I don’t understand

I know that there will never be another
Could fill my heart with love the way you do
My darling let me tell you
You’re all I ever live for
I love you with a love so pure and true.

Have I told you that each night when I am sleeping?
Your image haunts my dreams and gives me bliss
You make me feel so happy
Every moment I am with you
You mesmerize me, dear, I tell you this


Details | Lyric | |

A beautiful love song I'll sing you

A beautiful love song

A beautiful love song I’ll sing you
I write for you two songs a day
And I want to sing them forever
In these writings I just want to say
That forever I love you, my darling
You’re my one only lady forever
Oh yes I will love you with all of my heart
Until the first day of never.

What a beautiful, wonderful lady
You be, you’re my lady divine
And all of your kisses and all of your sunshine
They go to my head like fine wine
Whenever I’m with you my Darling
I feel like I’m walking on air
You give me a feeling, so sweet so tender
I love you my lady so fair.

Each day is a wonderful story
All filled with such beauty and grace
Because my heart floats for you Darling
Whenever I see your sweet face
I know that I could not forsake thee
For you give my world so much bliss
I can’t help but love you, there’s something about you
I guess that’s the way that it is.

24 August 2013 @ 0522hrs.






Details | Lyric | |

Like Christmas in July - Utah's Pioneer Day

A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To pioneers who came here one July,
Then stopped in Salt Lake’s valley, where they stayed.
A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To those who died; to those who lived and made
A Zion out of land both hot and dry.
A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To pioneers who came here one July.

Like Christmas in July, this holiday,
Is celebrated with a huge parade.
The businesses are closed; the people play.
Like Christmas in July, this holiday
Is time for family, and good folks pray
That thoughts of those who sacrificed won’t fade.
Like Christmas in July, this holiday,
Is celebrated with a  huge parade!


For "Where in the world" Poetry Contest
of  Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


Details | Lyric | |

Goodbye My Brother

I've seen more than my share of death 
I’ve cheated death also
I thought I'd seen it all 
But I was wrong 

I learned from one of the best 
To control and hide my emotions 
That's one of the things I'm good at
But not tonight 

The first person I laid eyes on that night
When I went though those doors was Josh 
It broke my heart even more 
I knew right then it wasn't a dream 
Oh how I wish it was 

I latched hold of him
Not wanting to let him go 
Afraid I'd lose him too 
Even though we're not blood 
Your still my little brother 

How do I say goodbye
I can't I won't 
So I'm saying see you later for now
I will see you again one day

Even if I don't make it into the gates of Heaven 
I will see you when I stand in judgment 
You'll always hold a special place in my heart 
Love you always




Dedicated to the sudden loss of a close Family friend 
Jeremy Maggard  11/19/82 ~ 11/06/09


Details | ABC | |

In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to Loveliness

Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
     is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
     lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
     letting all the sky breathe and mesh.

Its loveliness is hard to find
     unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
     it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
     my nose takes in its lovely scent.

Its beauty transcends its locus,
     imbuing the eyes of my soul 
with romantic, ideal focus
     that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
     and grace would not be in control.



















Details | Lyric | |

Man with sorrow

A risky side
A twisted mind 
He's a man with sorrow 
He's a man on his own
I know your secrets
I see you losing control

I want you back
Oh I want you back home
*Chorus*:
To kill your sore
To purify your soul 
But not a glimmer of hope
And not a glimmer of joy
 

You walk with a frozen heart
Making it hard for me 
To leave you alone 
 
Your nonsensical twist
Makes me shiver inside 
 
The more mysterious he gets
The more attractive it gets 
 
Chorus:
But not a glimmer of hope
Not a glimmer of joy 
(2x) 
 
Your fatal deadly thoughts
Make me scream for more
 
I can never show, how much my love
For you was strong 
But you're the one I blame
 
I'm craving on saving you
So I can slay you on my own
 
I try to forget,
But I find myself with regrets 
 
You looked at me and said it straight
With no circles to spin
Baby turning the page,
Will lead us nowhere...
 
But not a glimmer of hope 
Nor a glimmer of joy 
I know your secrets 
I see losing control 
You're the one I blame
You're the one I crave.

**please feel free to correct and comment! :) ** MS-


Details | Lyric | |

In The Spotlight

Let the spotlight shine
And let the music out
Don't waste no time
I need to dance about

Singer in the spotlight
Giving his songs away
Makin' life feel just right
At least just for today

Float me off from here
I need to see the sunlight
Maybe I'm not clear
I need to get my head right

Help me out this time
Play my favorite song
Even out of time
You can't get it wrong

Singer in the spotlight
A million miles away
Makin' life feel just right
Can I hear him play

That's the very one
I can float away
Even when it's done 
Another one should play

Don't take that bow
Don't go away
Do you have to leave now
We all want to play

Singer in the spotlight
Let us hear you play
Makin' life feel just right
Oh please won't you stay

The show goes down the road
May be back one day
Pay the bills I owed
Put some cash away

And when they come back 'round
Well you never can say
If my money's sound
Could be on my way

Singer in the spotlight
With his band at play
Makin' life feel just right
Never go away


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Following A Folk Song

Written March 31, 2013


In the shadows stood a figure
Taller than the diggers
Picking diamonds in the mines
Don't worry now I will be fine
Said the children to their mothers and wives

With a journey comes a question
Maybe two and many more
Why they never close the door in the floor
On coming back to where they're from
To the tune of the black angel's death song

That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a blind man's bluff

Lie blind man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel

Some will say what a foolish thing
To go around with all your things
In a velvet knapsack on your back
Walkin' 'round in perfect circles
Just waiting for a heart attack

From the dusty plains of Kansas
To the mining in Peru
And chain link fences lining concrete zoos
Caging in the elephants
On 23rd and 7th avenue

That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a white man's bluff

Lie white man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel


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Dear Ethel

Dear Ethel.

Dear Ethel, as I write these words
A stressful thought it does occur
“Old England be a long, long ways away”
This little thought then starts a chain
And I’m there in Sydenham once again
When I was there the whole world seemed okay.

Dear Ethel, I remember well
What magic in your house did dwell
And you, you were a Princess in my eyes
And Young Sir Frank, he was your Knight
He seemed so dashing, bold and bright
 And the both of you were really full on guys

Dear Ethel I was not so old
And young hearts suffer through the cold
You’re warmth it cherished me so tenderly
 And Love be Love, and Love will always be  .

Now through this pen this song does come
I see your face and the deed gets done
This song has nestled deep within my heart
That Princess once that you did be
Be always there inside of me
Even though our worlds be far apart.
                                  
1999.


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The Eyes On The Wall

Written April 29, 2013


What do you do
When you see through
All of the pictures that you keep on the wall
All of the people that will come to the ball

Be the light in my basement
You came in when the day went
When the moon pierced the sky
And the night wondered why
You lit up from my fright
Be the bright of my light, tonight

Give birth to my form, we mourn
That you got out of town
But you're still hanging around
To suffer just like the rest
Of us who shoot up in jest
You'll go a-holding your chest

In the mirror of a window pane
I can see their pain
Your heartache has made mine real
How do we continue to steal
From the ones without meal
Breathe fire into the steel

Confirm my reality
My invisibility
Has become surreal to me
So I litter the walls with lights
In hopes that I might
See the sun rise tonight

Moloch preys on the young
And on those who have won
Into the mystic we might
Die from losing our sight
From flaring into the sun
Staring down the barreling gun

I thought I knew them before
All the eyes on the wall
Follow without hesitation
Like faces at a train station
That keep whistling by
Not one wonders why

The world has been torn apart
Before the kids could start
To piece it back together
Could a puzzle get better
Should we re-imagine this earth
Or should we not weigh its worth

What do you do
When you're through
Counting the cattle as they go by the door
Keeping a carpet that's so thick on the floor


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Snow Song

Snow Song

Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me
To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe.
Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free,
A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody.

Tonight just this once I need to spread open paper wings.
Crepe veils of iridescent UN discovered things.
Tonight I need to listen to the snowflakes and icicles sing.
To glissade down crystal branches around the moons silver ring.

Tonight for an instant, I am going to feed into the delusions 
Stretch wide and far past the restraints of being human.
Tonight, casting stars in all the cracks of perfect ruin.
 Silken circles of multifaceted and attractive confusion.

Tonight I’m embracing all the questions with unknown answers.
No longer resenting the figure eights of life’s pirouetting dancer.
Tonight I can relate to the hunger of this soulless obsidian cancer.
Watery lips, azure finger tips this beautiful cerulean disaster.

Tonight through new eyes, I travel forgotten trails
And release a single burning breath I never got to exhale.
For Tonight my soul’s voice finally spells her tale
A pearlescent cadenza of falling snow, innocent and pale.


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My Dear Friend

my dear friend
my friend is always open to listen
always open to hear
my friend has always been there for me
my friend is always near
from as far as I can remember
in my childish years 
my friend has always been clear
my friend has showed me which way to turn
many lessons from my friend I have learned.

my friend is one like no other
always honest & true
my friend will never lie
for my friend is none other than you.
the pen i hold in my hand
the paper sitting on my nightstand
the paints and paintbrushes 
tell stories of who I am
they speak as no one can
the words in my poetry 
are but an image 
of my secret reality.


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For the Dying Orphan

I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky “It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…”


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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...


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TWLOHA - you are loved

This is a tribute to TWLOHA (To Write Love On Her Arms)

You Are Loved...

Put down the knife
and listen to the song
You can't keep going 
like this for long,
Think of all the
beauty inside,
& not of why
youre criticised.
Know your better days
are ahead,
You are more loved
then you'll ever know,
This is not the end
of your story,
You still have
much more to grow!
You are not alone.
Know someone smiles
because youre alive,
So think of them,
& not of
why you cry.

June25,12


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Bicycle Beds

Written February 26, 2013


Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge 
To ride tricycles instead

We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards

A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight

Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath

This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet


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You, the Mourner

Well is it you, the mourner
Balled up in the pathetic corner
Dried tears upon your face
With no one to share an embrace
Nobody gives you pity
You're just a beggar in the city
Your teeth are old an rotten
Your humanity, to them, forgotten
But to me, my friend, I'm sad
To see a life that turned so bad
The smile that you once wore
Cannot be bought at any store
The money you try to borrow
Cannot release you from this sorrow
But only relieve you from the pain
But not relieve you from the rain
Where is the home you had?
Could it really have been that bad? 
I know not whether to give you food
Or money, lest I seem shrewd
You in the corner, come into the light
Walk aways with me tonight
There's a building that you must see
That can bring peace to you, to me
White marble, an angel above
Can you not feel your father's love?
I know it may seem hard right now
But wipe the sweat from upon your brow
And smile, you aren't alone
With me, and with God, you're home


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Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,

as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.

Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.

He, the one true Incarnation  
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress

with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.


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How Many Times

How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down,
Over and over, you’ll be found,
How many times will I just pray,
For all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.

How many days go quickly bye,
How many birds sing when they cry,
How many cherubs fight for you,
How many angels dance the blues,

How many demons tried to take,
How many stripes for our mistakes,
How many times could I confess,
I never loved you any less
I never loved you any less.


How many times does God forgive,
Again and again, please just live,
How many times, can you fall down
Over and over, you’ll be found’
how many times will I just pray,
for all your pain to go away,

For you were once my dearest friend,
In my heart your presence ends.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: For DRS


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A man called Bob

A man called Bob

I met a man some years ago
A man with so much soul
He was a Maori warrior
And he seemed so very whole
We used to play Guitar together
And we’d talk of mystic things
Whenever I think of my friend Bob
Such sadness does this bring.

Bob he was a ‘one off’ man
He stood there all alone
Most folk they just worshipped him
For never was he known
To hurt someone in anyway
With mouth or foolish act
He was a total ‘gentle man’
With courage, style and tact.

Old Bob, he taught me how to live
Though I’m not there quite yet
He died of cancer of the brain
And I will not forget
How I watched his essence leave his shell
On that day so long ago
Now in, my deepest vastest depths
A part of him does glow.

27 July 2013@0440hrs.



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Law and Order SVU Marathon

Oh my...I am not sure where this is going to go,
They got him!
They got him!!
Nope, nope, they had to let him go!
What happens in the darkness always glows.
A commercial?
Awwww man, 
I want to watch the show!
So much hate in the city,
insanity beyond belief.
It is her,
she is the no good predator,
sleeping with her daughter's molester!
Olivia, Stabler, get her!!!
Yes! 
What do you have to say?
How long do you think that you could 
run away?
Rights?
You will be lucky if you
do not lose this fight.
Now you want to cry?
Are you serious?
Munch is about to
drive you delirious!
Just admit it!
Sad lesson learned
I am stressed!
Lock these fools below the cells!
I am depressed!
Why must this happen to those who are helpless?
Why must women and children still be repressed?
You got 'em Tutuola,
don't hurt them yet.
The best happens in their aftermath,
which will penetrate their abilty
to live the rest of their lives in regret.

I just love this show!


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In the Footsteps of Giants

Written November 18, 2013


I'm a postmodernist in an existential environment
Wondering what to do with nothing
What's the meaning of life?
To be swallowed up by entropy
Imploding what it means to be alive
Watch it rain down a marvelous parade
Of lights and sounds of what surrounds
To celebrate a Pound of Pynchon's pithy
Two words one line
No meaning at all
Canvases as bare as the backs of bureaucrats
Filling in the footsteps of giants
Going toe to toe with Pynchon
Feeling fists that Pound
But it's too bad
Got knocked out in the first round
So as gravity pulls me down
And rainbows surround
Take me out by the crying lot
Hang me by the tree that forgives
Along the sidewalk that never ends


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I like Mr Leonard

I like Mr Leonard for having the courage to say that he doesn’t know. For asking the questions and getting some answers, though some questions might have been wrong. I like Mr Leonard for taking us places, down by the river, up Tower of Song. For showing us people who may be half crazy, at least in the eyes of this world. I like Mr Leonard for his Hallelujahs and asking us to sing along. For trying to get closer to our creator, to feel that we aren’t alone. I like Mr Leonard. What Songwriter or writers Inspire you? (Leonard Cohen)


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La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir


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Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


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my interjection

cross it
my heart with my fist 
to a country spirit long forgotten
wrapped around the wrist
of some infidel
American scum
but the truth of the matter is 
they wanna go home
troops that come home
to shoes thrown at their face
its like a long spent nightmare
but real life is all they see
baby killer my bottom
taking orders has its flaws
they do what their told
not what they want
so dont blame ameri-troops
cuz it really isnt them


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Turn the searchlight on

Another tribute to John and Carla Sherman.


Turn the searchlight on

Turn the searchlight on
Let it bath you in it’s light
Take a look into you
Just look with all your might
Let the world be round you
But don’t pay it no mind
Just turn around and look at you
You’re not too hard to find.

Don’t ask so many questions
Beside the point these be
You have to do the looking
So very endlessly
The looking’s never over
It be your life, that’s all
Then one day when the fever breaks
It’s all so wonderful.

You have to do the looking
That’s all you have to do
Just take a look into you
Oh please just look at you
You must use self -reliance
Can’t count on no one else
The looking is the only way to health.

You don’t have to look for Gurus
No need for all the books
All you really have to do
Is stop and take a look
Then when the fear of life is gone
You’ll see life how it is
Just look, look, look each chance you get
I can only tell you this.

2 April 2011 @ 0430hrs.


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for Gary Moore

for gary moore...

...ain't nothing but the blues

talkin' sweltering licks

screaming through flaming hues

reaching deep, deep into that wandering soul

of devilish chords on those walkways of paris

strutting and strumming, never taking a mere stroll

so though your time here and now may be up 

and though your moments here and now may be through

forgive me for borrowing your words again

cos' we still got the blues for you...


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Morgantown

Joni said good morning for a dollar down.
I’m not singing bout no dream,
no matter the degree;
dreams are always temperamental when love isn’t ‘round.

Taking out the trash
we found a nice green couch—a little cushion for the cold.

We each grabbed one end
and hauled it back uptown—
a corner for less than five bills or so:  our humble abode.
I said, it would really fill it out.

And we warmed our hands on the stove.
It really filled it out.

Ain’t it beautiful how the record goes ‘round—
‘round waiting for a rainy night house?

Waiting for a rainy night house,
wherever we go, whatever it’s about.

You know we really fill it out. 
You know we really filled it out.

© 2014 Wesley T Cutlip


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The Colorado Kid

We took the morning by storm
Just another day in Maine
Until we met the Colorado Kid
He sat back on the beach
Holding remains of his death
His blue lips showed his last breath 

Seagulls on the whim
Never knowing him
Picking up his last meal
Showing off his muscles
Never looking back
Kicking buckets till his last

Authorities never pleased 
Can’t we identify him?
No more clues for the Eldorado  
A pack of smokes in his breast
Autopsy shows the lungs clean
But they were bought from Colorado

A long way from his babe
She came a year right after
She saw his face in the paper
A good job and nice house
Why would he leave his life there?
Traveling worlds meeting his maker.


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WHAT IF

WHAT IF ?
WHAT IF I WASN'T BORN?
AND IF I WAS
WHAT IF I WAS NOT ME?

WHAT IF I WAS NELSON MANDELA?
WOULD I HAVE THE QUALITIES OF A LEADER?
AND WOULD I STAND BEHIND BAR?
TO STAND SO LONG FOR FREEDOM SAKE
BUT STILL AND STILL,I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF I WAS A YANKEE ON THE VIETNAM SPOIL?
WOULD I BE SHOOTING TI GET THEM DOWN?
OR WOULD I TAKE TO MY HEELS AND LEAVE THE GROUND?
NOT LISTENING TO THE DRUMS OF RIGHTS AND WRONG
BUT STILL AND STILL I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF I WAS DEDAN KIMATHI?
WOULD I LET THEM GET ME LATER?
OR WOULD I STAY AWAY LIKE JOMO KENYATTA?
BURNING COLD MAU MAU FIRE WITH NO PLUME
BUT STILL AND STILL I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF I WAS PRINCE TO A RUTHLESS KING?
WOULD MY HEART BE MADE OF STONE?
OR WOULD I BE TOO SOFT FOR THE RUTHLESS THRONE?
WITH ECHOES OF TREASON WHISPERING BEHIND THE TRUSTED CORRIDORS
BUT STILL AND STILL I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF I WAS DAVID DIOP?
WOULD I HAVE ENDED IT OVER THE ATLANTIC?
OR WOULD I HAVE LIVED ON AND MADE LIFE MORE DRAMATIC?
PUTTING A REVAMP TO A SONG OF SORROW
BUT STILL AND STILL I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF I WAS A PRIEST?
WOULD I ENDURE THE THOUGHT OF A GENERATION TO BE LOST?
OR WOULD I RATHER ERR AND LIVE A CURSE?
TO STAND ON A VALLEY BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARKNESS
BUT STILL AND STILL I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF I WAS CHRISTOPHER OKIGBO?
WOULD I CHANT AND JOIN THE LIST?
OR WOULD I WATCH AND WRITE AT LEAST?
TO MATCH THE WORLD WITH LEAD AND INK
BUT STILL AND STILL I STAND MYSELF

WHAT IF YOU WERE NOT BORN?
AND IF YOU WERE
WHAT IF YOU WERE ME?


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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)


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For Joni Mitchell

for joni mitchell...

wistful strands slipping by

of grounded dreams

that i once believed would fly...

strewn around this emptiness

where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches

but of simple happiness...

'both sides now' you sang,
from within

and from a feeling of being without

you moved me so, i cried, i laughed

i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout...

'its life's illusions that i recall' your voice soared and dipped and with life breathed

as every one of those words you sang

tore into me, as my very core seethed...

not with bitterness or loss or with feelings even vaguely sad

your words seethed and burned through me

igniting memories of this life i've shared...

with those who aren't illusions

of those who've embraced me

each time i've slipped and taken yet another fall...

for like you...

'i really don't know life at all'


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Amy Amy Amy

You helped me through a very tough time,
Retro melodies and lyrics put a mellow on my bind,

Found out about you two years ago,
Such a unique singer could work any flow,
Took your own to create such an influential sound,
From something you were never able to fully rebound,
You never comprised, you were honest and cool,
That may not be what everyone says but it's true,
You spoke and sang from the heart, 
You always did, even from the start,

Honesty, humility, humbleness and vulnerability,
Traits made it easy for you to live your life publicly,
You set the bar for what many musicians strive to achieve,
You pulled it off with such ease, the stars aligned, it was meant to be,
It takes guts and strength to be your own,
That's why you wear this generations Jazz thrown.