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New Deal

New Deal

Black Tuesday
     October 1929
     Vanishing wealth; stocks decline

Great Dust Bowl
     Windstorms and drought, top soil gone
     Breadbasket empty; nature’s con

FDR
     He’s the man, New Deal imposed
     Opportunities renewed; hopes rose

New Deal Reigns
     Work offered by the CCC
     Saves the lost American dream

Recession Echo
     The winter plunge 2009
     Who will save our dreams this time?

Reality Knocks
     Frustration with Congress, current events
     November elections a time to vent

New Deal Needed
     Americans looking for leadership
     Power from sheep about to be stripped



*For Constance, a Rambling Poet’s “Create your own form, maybe?” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
I work frequently in this form that I choose to call “Headline Couplets.”  It includes a 
headline followed by rhyming couplets that address the concept, person or event in 
the first line of three-line verses.  Probably inspired by my years as a journalist.


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In His Arms

In his arms

In His Arms you bury your head into his chest and release tears of anguish fury and disbelief.
Gently he caresses your back and says those four little words you were longing to hear. Not "Everything will be alright" But "I'll make everything better" and at that moment a ton of burden is lifted from your chest and into his hands, but to him feel as light as a feather. Trust is elevated and at most high because hearing those words from his honey thick voice makes it ooze from his skin. Unknowingly you find out not only does he sympathize but he empathizes because once in his life not only has he felt the same way, but you'd once said those same words and lifted a similar burden from his body reassuring you of his motives of loving you.

His arms wear scars from childhood, hard work and labor, to him they're not appealing, to you they're a work of art. It should be part of the suffix ology because you've study every detail of his skin, down to the six beauty marks and a tiny recent cut on his left leg right below his knee.

Those arms scream protection when they're around you. Not just physical protection but protection from what the world thinks of you. In those arms there's no judgment, in those arms there's no need to be perfect, contradicting his kind hold on you, in his arms you are liberated.

Just longing to be in his arms

.


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I found a job

I found a job at last

Well, I worked hard for twenty year
For a greedy type of bloke
I pushed and pulled until me legs went weak
Then one day I felt this twinge
It ran right down me spine
So I went out, some doctors help to seek

Now I can’t sit, and I can’t walk
Can’t even wash me feet
So off I goes to see this medico
He looked me over knowingly
As if he understood!
Then said “You’re doing fine, now off you go”

So off I goes to get a job
I gave some boss a call
But when he saw the way it was for me
He said “I can’t give you a job!
You’re stuffed my boy, that’s all
Oh, don’t tell me about your misery”.

I tried for an insurance claim
They said “we know you’re kind!!
You say you’re hurt, but is this really true?
To get some money out of us
You’ll have to test our might
We deem you fit to get a job, we do”

Well now I’ve got myself a job
It’s a breeze, I must confess
I lie her licking postage stamps all day
When I said I couldn’t work
I forgot about me tongue
So now I’ve got a job, and it’s okay.


Written in 1990





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Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


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An Oxymoron

Constructive criticism,
A term oft misused.

In enhancing another's,
Daily performance.

Be politically correct,
and leave less abused.

Positive feedback,
Encourages conformance.


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HANDY MAN

Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker

I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her

Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution

She's my problem solver, always got a solution

Put haters to sleep, tuck 'em, not in the bed

Love to give head, no sucking, fill the dome with lead

Me and her have intercourse, love to bust

A wonderful relationship, filled with trust

I'm twisted, like an almond, I'm a nut

Loose screws, gonna force me to tighten ya'll up

Crazy, Bang! Now ya' really lost ya' minds

Mess around and squeal, skin you pigs, call that pork-rinds

Demolition, I level fools, leave 'em flatline

Better not slip up, I'll run down on you, like your spine

Haters wanna hate, it's time to segregate

The real from the fake, hope you can relate

Backstabbing fools, smile in your face

That's why I'm handy, the hammer's on my waist

Mess around, make me catch a big case

Gotta' get away, try and make some space

Hopping on planes, to get away from lames

'Bout to change my name, ain't switching my game

Can't trust haters, trying to mess up your life

They're filled with strife, cut 'em off, where's my knife

They done made me mad, go grab my tools

For my craft, time to put work on these fools


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Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar


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What a TV Show - Parody of "We Can Work it Out"

I've recorded the song, which you can hear here:

I did vocals and guitar - Sung to the tune of "We Can Work it Out" 


What a TV Show

American Idol
There’s so many loonies seeking fortune 
and fame
But I’m suicidal
Paula Abdul’s gone and Ellen’s just not the same

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

Some of them have talent
Many more are fruitcakes who love to screech 
and howl
Oh so brave and gallant
‘Til they’re subjected to the snide remarks of 
Simon Cowell

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

For every Clay Aiken, 10,000 Sanjayas
Are making an awful sound
You’re much mistaken if your burning desire’s
To hear Larry sing “Pants on the Ground”

Can I find a reason
To withstand my co-workers gentle rebukes 
Yet every season
I tune in for more zany crazy tone deaf kooks

What a tv show!
What a tv show!

For every Fantasia, 10,000 William Hungs
Eagerly wait in the wings
They’ll amaze ya, these delusional throngs
Tell me why do we enjoy such things? 

American Idol
There’s a bunch of loonies seeking fortune 
and fame
Think I need a Midol
Good or bad, next year we won’t remember their names

What a tv show!
What a tv show!


For John Heck's "Beatlemania" Contest - The Beatles "We Can Work it Out"


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I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	


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The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


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All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")


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Red Rose Left Burning

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding red rose

she stares at the stars

no longer evident in his dull eyes
wondering who is he saving them for

just to realize

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time


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Enjoy Yourself

You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go. 
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough. 
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire. 
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams your ravishing brunette 
has left you now and she's become somebody else's pet. 
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond. 
You'll have more fun by reaching for a red-head or a blonde, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink. 
The years go by as quickly as you wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
You love somebody very much, you'd like to set the date, 
but money doesn't grow on trees so you decide to wait. 
You're so afraid that you will bite off more than you can chew. 
Don't be afraid, you won't have teeth when you reach ninety two, 
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think. 
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink 
The years go by as quickly as you wink, 
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You never visit nightclubs so you never get a dance.
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
but when you kiss a dollar bill it doesn't kiss you back,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy Yourself! It's later than you think.
*
http://youtu.be/JYpOb-PQyNg


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Dynamite

Boom!!!
Everything goes flying
In the room!!
Units multiplying
Let me zoom
In on the carnage caused
From blown up pieces
Tossed abroad
Now it ceases

How powerful the wrecking crew
Imagining it's all about you
Now lessen your anger justly so
Make sure you're never left below

The Dynamite!


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her toys are his

He lurks in the evening 
his black polished car 
the driver can say nothing 
he knows this and goes far 
into the very world 
he is so against 
he calls her up at night 
and pays with our expense 
she comes with a bag of toys 
reserved only for the players 
only for the ones 
who can afford to pay her 
and when the morning comes 
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet 
of the night before
he does this every week 
and everything is free 
because he has a pen 
in which he writes it off 
again at our expense 
a hotel stay for business 
is a night of pleasure 
when you are the one 
people call the governor.


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Almaz Made The Flowers Arrange-

As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be 
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work all day. Almaz was an Ethiopian 
beauty with gorges reddish color hair which was filled with big curly locks that seem to flow 
into an endless chasm of never ending twist and turns, with a smile that seem to light up that 
tiny little room. A rare beauty was she to behold, elegant yet graceful and humble in her 
soul…as I did watch her as she did strategically place each flower by hand one by one and 
with each gentile twist or turn of her soft golden tone skin colored hands until a work of art 
was form inside of each vase that they did adorn.  

Sometimes the vases were made of glass or maybe of some type of fine cultivated stone …
but each one that was made to become a work of art made to express someone else’s 
declared love or concern for a love of family member or even the lost of an unrequited love 
and she did do her best to express their thoughts with the arrangement made from the heart. 
With her beautiful brown eye’s that seem to tell a story of a pain and a deep love for her 
family… that she displayed with each piece of work that she did make. With each day of hard 
work in this small shop where she toiled all day in her endless attempt to repay her family 
for a debt that she so desperately wanted to repay…for it was the love of her father that had 
brought Almaz the flower arranger to this place. 

So many people do take the love of their family for granted, but… no not this lady…no not 
this lady…no not her ever, not even for a second in a day. Almaz made the flowers arrange 
all day, all for a debt of love that she wanted to repay. Little did she know that it was already 
repaid in full… with a father’s silent pray of love to see his daughter in a place where her 
dreams could blossom in the promise land, were no Kings are crowned or Queens ruled, but 
in this place of commoners were freedom was born to rule. Were even the poorest of men 
could rise to the highest office in the land. Truly your father has completed his arrangement 
in the vase with the most beautiful flower that he could find to place it in for the whole world 
to see, Almaz you are that flower that completes his arrangement.


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Passages song contest

I have taken many passages on this journey called life,
They have lead me to gardens infected with pain hurt and strife,
I have walked down roads of roses paved with bitter thorns,
All to find out those temporary releases leave so many torn.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his infinite soul,
What is the point of owning everything when in the end our hearts are not whole,
Why do we work so hard for material gain yet neglect whose up above,
Many are superficial flowers, blowing in the wind, knowing nothing of true love.

I have run down dirt roads at night in the pouring rain,
Thinking this void would be complete if I could just whisper your sweet name,
I have cut through channels and canals just to get to your old home,
In all my efforts I have found myself left rejected and alone.

What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his infinite soul,
What is the point of owning everything when in the end our hearts are not whole,
Why do we work so hard for material gain yet neglect whose up above,
Many are superficial flowers, blowing in the wind, knowing nothing of true love.

Now I see before my very eyes the path that is actually straight,
The only one that leads me to eternal golden gates,
For the time I’ve wasted chasing dreams and idols in despair,
Left me with a burden that no one in this world could bare.

So I’ll lose the world to gain my soul,
And have my heart completely whole,
While opening my eyes to whats above,
embracing all his unconditional love,
And I'll smile when I see those gates,
The sweetest treasure I'll anticipate,
Since all we are is passing through,
I'll keep passing on until I reach what is true.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: song Passages
I would want Lauren Hill to sing this song




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Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound

Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound on my drumes i like to pound. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i think it has a very cool sound. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i would love to here it going around. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound don't let it turn your smile into a frown. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound here there where ever i am found in the sky or on the ground. 
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i am so glad JESUS CHRIST  i have found. Bubba bubba bound Bubba bound and heaven someday i am bound. 
Buba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound.


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The Hardest Thing

Last night we had a quarrel
We went to bed so mad
Each had to get up early
The morning was quite sad
I never meant to say that
I know you didn’t, too
With hopes to reconcile
Just know that I love you

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

I hope tonight we’re civil
We listen and we learn
Together, we’ll get past this
Each others trust, we’ll earn
So, then we can retire
To the bedroom that we share
Lie within each others arms
And show how much we care

Yeah darling…
It couldn’t be more true

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

Each morning when we go to work
A piece of me, it goes with you
I cannot wait to get back home
To do those things we do

That’s why 
Leaving you
Is the hardest thing to do

And when my work’s over
I will come back to you


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NOT BY MIGHT

A step, a fall
I rise to fly.
A sit, asleep
I wake to work.

I fly to heights unseen
Uphigh, that low.
I work ernestly
So hard, un-noticed.

All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I for-seek.

So I seek and found;

A step, a fall
Hope, He besieges upon me 
with each breath taken.

I rise to fly
For He is my Strenght.

A sit, asleep
In His hands my burdens I leave
His laps my comfort.

I wake to work
For His Grace abounds.

I fly to heights unseen
On His wings I soar.

Uphigh, that low
My upsets He trends to propel 
high.
 
I work ernestly
Only He rewards my real wage.

So hard, un-noticed
His consent is more than 
enough.

All I do,
All I give.
Almighty I found.

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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AUTUMN'S TREADMILL

Light is fading
It’s cold, abrasive
Facing longer nights
Green leaves mellow
Brown and yellow
Autumn has arrived

Misty mornings
Clock alarming
Body sense awry
Feel so jaded
Last night’s raving
Flashing through your mind

Drink hot coffee
Rush to catch the
Seven thirty-five
On the treadmill
Routine, thankful
Work keeps hope alive

Simply crazy when, every now and then
You want to bash your head against the wall
No longer feeling worth it all
Like you always thought you would

You live the life you choose
Or are you being used?
Now faking it, doesn’t raise a hit
You forfeit all or run with it
Lucky to be paid
And maybe later, dream of getting laid

Light is fading
It’s cold, abrasive
Facing longer nights
Green leaves mellow
Brown and yellow
Autumn has arrived


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Dead to the World

Dead to the World…

I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Look at me; I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Just look at me, I am dead to the world…

Say goodbye to a friend that has reached an abrupt end
It’s much more than a job when it has become a way of life
You must see it in another way
Realizing that it’s not your life
And the path ahead is clear and bright again

But look at me, I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Face down; I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Just look at me, I am dead to the world…

All good deeds die with the day and all good days just as bad will end
At the end of the tunnel always bathed in light you’ll stand
The human contradiction in shades of light and dark
The fire inside is burning but still won’t give off a spark

I don’t feel right about anything anymore
Just look at me, I’m dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Face down; I am dead to the world…

You give it all there is to give 
Your blood, your sweat, your tears
And what rewards will be there for you
After you have given so many years to the cause
But a short and cold goodbye, heartless and thankless

So look at me and you will see;
I don’t feel good about anything anymore
Face down; I am dead to the world
Nothing is sacred, no one is safe
Look at me; I am dead to the world…




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Under-Burboned

My plate is filled,
Though my glass has nil;
The work load is hard to bear.

I chip away
But know each day;
There’s more of the same to take care.

Yet, a remedy
Ingrained in me,
Has to wait ‘til the work’s all done.

I gotta get out
Cause there’s no doubt,
I’m over burdened, and under-bourboned.

With each firing
And no hiring,
My work load has doubled in size.

They’ve stretched my hours
To the tenth power;
I work five to nine, not nine to five.

How long will I last?
Going full blast?
Every part of me is hurt ‘in.

Got to get away
From this meager pay;
I’m over burdened, and still under-bourboned.

What kind of life has
More burden
Than bourbon?

It’s time to draw down
The curtain
On work ‘in.

So raise your glass
And swig away.
To wash away
The hurt ‘in;
It’s time to over-bourbon!



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BATARE AADUN KOKOOKA

BÀTÀRE ÁÁDÚN KOKOOKÀ

Be slothful, you’ll end up with mean men.
Be diligent, you’ll rule over your kinsmen.
If all you invest your time is sleep,
Poverty is all you’ll reap.
But if you work very hard,
Men will cherish your fruitful yard.

Instead of chasing current effizy
You can be another positive celebrity
With your vigor, combat life storms
To you ovation and applauds will be norms
Everywhere you traverse on world’s arena,
Bàtàre áádún kokookà

The last line is a Yoruba (one of Nigerian tribes) idioms which means “If you study well, 
your shoes will sound ko ko ka” (onomatopoeia for shoes heels hitting a stony ground). 
This implies that hard work pays. 


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THE BOW LEGGED GIRL

      THE BOW LEGGED GIRL
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.

I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.

She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 40 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
 and bites her toenails ev'ry night just like you chewed on mine.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a green Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in the front and mattress in the back.

I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.

I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.

She brought her uncle home with her from work the other night,
and her uncle and my cousin all got drunk and had a fight.

She got locked in the bedroom with the meter readers dad,
and they had a lot of fun all night, but I felt awful bad.
He took her home with him a while, but she wouldn't stay,
I wish you'd come back home to me, and run her away.

You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.


Details | Alliteration | |

THE BOTTOM OF THE BEER BOTTLE

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around 
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you 
see?
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow 
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that 
causes me to be insane with so much shame.

Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the 
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.

Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is 
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of 
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?

When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating 
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight 
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.


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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	


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Thoughts of A Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, 
My everlasting passion is inked as it dries.
The way I feel inside, you might want to spy,
But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise?
A song for thought will only leave a thought.
May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk.
I was lost, but I found me.
Dreaming and believing that writing was my key.
The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak
the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep.
Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made.
Any wrongs I take the blame.
Tic-tac-toe is only a game.
I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken,
A high note here and a low note there-
You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear.
Pain recognizes pain
And I’ve have my share of bandages.
 My vibes from life heals the permanent damages.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
Reaches farther beyond the beat,
Over the lyrics on the sheet,
Not only is it about the speech,
 But more of what the message seeks.
True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed.
With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing 
Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens,
You can’t hear me, but do you feel me?
I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me.
My doubts and my worries are beneath me.
I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave.
Call my life my number because its infinite.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
My mentality drips it.


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In These Arms

I’ve seen that look before,
You’re trying to figure me out.
I’m not mad I won’t shut the door,
Just a passing argument I have no doubt.
There’s a look of shock on your face,
As I stand here with just a smile.
Your thoughts back and forth as you pace,
Honey will you listen now for just awhile.
Well here we go again,
I can see your little nervous grin.
Nothings perfect we have to work these things out.
Don’t worry I will never let you go,
In these arms only you is who I’ll ever hold.
Our love is all I can think about.


In these arms,
I could only hold you tightly.
These arms could never let you go.
In these arms,
Is the strength that will catch you.
These arms will never let you fall.
All I need is you,
In these arms.

Honey don’t let me see your tears,
Honestly there’s nothing for you to fear.
I will never be going anywhere.
Don’t you recall that day,
When I said our love would never fade.
This love is only ours to share.
Don’t you see it right now?
I haven’t left we’re going to work this out.
I will always be right here with you.
Did you know that there’s something I really miss,
Right now it’s the taste of your kiss.
Just one as we walk under our sky of blue.
Love is ours it’s all we need,
Take my hand and you will see.
In these arms I’ll hold you close

In these arms,
I could only hold you tightly.
These arms could never let you go.
In these arms,
Is the strength that will catch you.
These arms will never let you fall.
All I need is you,
In these arms.

Now baby don’t you understand,
I will only ever be your man.
Locked in each other’s arms we will be as one.
Forever by each other’s side,
That’s the only thing that could ever feel right.
Without you I have nothing.
 In these arms.


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Road Trip to Freedom

            As soon as I get this done I’m going to Freedom
          As soon as I finish this work I’m going to Freedom
                  There’s always more to get done 
                   There’s always less time for fun
          How am I gonna get on the road to go to Freedom?

         The work is never gonna be done to go to Freedom
          How am I gonna get it all done to go to Freedom?
                          We all need a break
                    It’s not given, we gotta take
          That’s the day that I hit the road to go to Freedom

              I finally figured out a way to go to Freedom
                    I figured out how to get to Freedom
                       You see, Freedom’s not a place
                        To escape the human rat race
                Freedom is a way to be and I’m in Freedom

              A state of mind, not a place, that is Freedom
                We all can hit the road and go to Freedom
                           Just an attitude adjustment
                        And a mind set you have busted
             Before you know it, you’re livin’ high in Freedom


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Upon the Silence

...however as he slothfully reclined
Banking himself on the cold steel bench
Dilemma gripped nastily on his shoulders;
The clouds pace above and as if alive
Winked at him- pulling memories from behind

"Oh yes, we are but a speck of a seed
A granule, puny and almost trivial
By how- minute as we- pull off an impact
Than a lone tree in a dry sunny land
And lighted cottage amidst dark forest indeed?"

Resounding they truly are, his mentor's words
Past and spoken, long uttered in the wind.
Yet it reverberates from the turquoise skyscrapers
To the bench he sat beside his proud Ford.

"For the proper or for the practical thing?"
An innocent query shrieking upon the silence.
a galleon of betterment versus virtue;
The bright clouds blots his space on the wide greenery.
"Affirmative." A salmon is going upstream.


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New Lease on Life

New Lease on Life…

I’ve got to prove it to myself
And not to anybody else
I’ve got a new lease on life
Sharper than a razor or any knife

I’m in search of better things
Not the fame and fortune they might bring
If I want to live, I’ve got to give
Push myself a little harder
Reach new peaks that hide
I’ll seek them

Surge ahead, run a big risk
There must be more to life than this
Laying around, lost not found
Dusk till dawn without ambition
Breaking loose and free
Eluding the noose again

I’ll have to change my ways but I’ll remain the same
I have dreams like you but they won’t die, they’ll come true someway
More of this and less of that, but I won’t refuse a good excuse
 To through it all away…

If I want to live, I’ve got to give
Push myself a little harder
Reach new peaks that hide, I’ll seek them

I’ll break my neck, keep working hard
It’s better to feast than it is to starve
Do my best to pass every test
In search of better things, like
Reaching new peaks that hide,
I’ll seek them…

Proving it to myself
And not to anybody else
I’ve got a new lease on life
Sharper than a razor or any knife


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Mortgage Dues Blues

It's been a  rough week   on the   assembly line.
I've been   workin' hard   workin'    over time.

My hands    are scarred   my body  is achin'
Not much     to see on     the pay   I'm makin'

Just a          simple man    on the    working road,
Ridin' life      just to carry   my share   of the load

But when the bills come down and the truth comes out,
I simply wonder what working hard for a dime is all about.
Taxes and health care what is wrong with being paid in cash,
Why does everyone else take, when I'm the one busting my ass.
Mortgage man says it's going to take more to pay my property,
I'd have it paid off years ago if the late payments didn't get me.

It's been a  drop down   turned around life   I live
Workin' hard   givin' all   that's the way   that I give.

Truth is  I wouldn't     change a damn thing   I've got.
Because    I've earned  it and that's    what life's about.

Just a   simple man  with a  great big  job to do.
Supporting   America  and I hope   my family too.



date October 27, 2014
casarah.altervista.org


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Office Love Affair~

Looking at the back of your head
wondering if your face is red
with the thought of my kisses
and all the places they would land 
If I were only granted my wishes

Lips softened with love 
Hearts soaring high like a dove
Is this what they were speaking of...
My father taught me to be a man
To walk with your love hand in hand
To carry you when you cannot stand

How do I know its true love?
because since I first saw you 
I thanked the gods above
For sending such a beautiful person to me
and for making me into "we"
Now alls I think about is thee thee thee~


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Until My Ticker Expires

Work seven till five - to stay off the street.

When I do overtime  - come home dead on my feet.

Seems month after month - can afford less to eat.

When they raise my rent -  could be out on the street.

 

My car’s fairly new;  got a decent TV.

My home has a view.  The bank owns them, not me.

I went back to school, got another degree.

Still work like a fool - cause of the ‘conomy.

 

Ain’t yet had a raise - since the day I was hired.

Each check buys me less.  Cost-of-living gets higher.

My one biggest fear’s - that I’ll never retire.

I’ll be working somewhere - ‘til my ticker expires.
 

Ain’t yet had a raise. Come home dead on my feet.

Each check buys me less - Can afford less to eat.

My one biggest fear,  since the day I was hired:

I’ll be doin’ overtime  - until my ticker expires.


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why OH why

  got work to do 
                                                feel like i have the flu
                            but got to go in anyway
                 
                     cant find my keys 
                                                about to sneeze
                 
                               at home i wish i could stay 

                      the wind is frosty 
                                                    just spilled my coffee

                                this is starting out to be a bad day

                      i cough and it hurts 
                                                      defrost dont work 

                                 and why dont my radio play
                    
  man! i got a flat
                                       and changing it hurt my back

                                                               but at least i can be on my way
                             
                    and now the car wont crank

                                                                  whew ! there's no gas in the tank
                
                            life is a funny game that we play 

trying not to cuss
                                                    
                                                  as i  chase down the bus 
when i ran into a kid with a sleigh

                           now i'm late for work 

                                                                 and everything hurts

but i have to act as if everthings ok

                                                                now im really tired

say what! im fired
                                             and i cant even get hazzard pay

well those are the breaks 
 
                                                    i gotta keep my faith 


    so all i can do now is pray

                                                  


                      


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The Art of My Poetry

I sit alone, like always
Emotional mixed feelings and dreams that things will some how work out. My life so misunderstood that I'm living for improvement. Or something simply better.
For change when things just remain at a level when I can hardly keep my head above all this mess. 
I'm laid off from my own compassion to fight against anyone. I work hard punching my own time clock with bloody knuckles. I work hard for improvement, just wanting to be noticed, understood and loved by someone who actually cares about what I have to say.
I've explained my feelings a thousand of times with a thousand lines of my poetry. 
My lifestyle 
My Subliminal thoughts adapted to my means to an end.   To do not only what needs to be done, but what must be done. For me, my voice, my emotional categorize words express who I am. 
This is my blueprint,  parts of my DNA, my art form of poetry.


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Just an Ordinary Day

Crash and burn

 Looking for a house to sing the blues 

And wallow in my weariness. 

I light a candle for you 

For me 

For them  

For us. 

Not much of a writer anymore 

Maybe I never was. 

It's about time to get in the car 

And get what I need.

I will be allowed to walk the weariness off. 

Lay low with my little lamb

Wash my sins and the world's semen off my skin 

Go to sleep like a well-fed baby.

Oh, call me, call me baby and say good night. 

I feel your kiss upon my head. 

I see you stare me right in the eye 

And tell me that it's forever 

As the tear falls from my cheek 

No more fretting and worrying about your love 

For it's blossomed and standing firm. 

I rest my head on your warm chest 

With its nest of dark curls.

I love you, I love you, and I love you. 

All the work 

All the suffering of the shadows 

We see day in and day out on the streets. 

We'll make it, my love. 

As long as we know 

the moon and the stars are for us 

until the day that we die.


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Till My Ticker Expires

Work seven till five		
To stay off the street.
When I do overtime		
Come home dead on my feet.
Seems month after month	
Can afford less to eat.
When they raise my rent--	
Could be out on the street.

My car’s fairly new;		
Got a decent TV.
My home has a view.		
The bank owns them, not me.
I went back to school,		
Got another degree.
Still work like a fool		
'cause of the ‘conomy.

Ain’t yet had a raise		
Since the day I was hired.
Each check buys me less.	
Cost-of-living gets higher.
My one biggest fear’s		
That I’ll never retire.
I’ll be working somewhere	
‘til my ticker expires.

Ain’t yet had a raise.		
Come home dead on my feet.
Each check buys me less-- 	
Can afford less to eat.
My one biggest fear,		
Since the day I was hired:
I’ll be doin’ overtime		
Until my ticker expires.


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A Long Tough Ride

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a Mom
It’s been a long tough ride
My heart is ticking like a bomb
I know my duty it was
To work and manage the house
But soon I’ll feel so lost

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long, tough ride
And I’ve been working like a slave
It’s been a long, tough ride
My mind is reeling like a tape
I love my baby so much
I know my heart will be crushed
Yet I will be alright

When she’s gone
Things will not be the same
When she’s gone
Oh how my heart will grieve

It’s been a long tough ride
I should be happy to be free
It’s been a long tough ride
I should dancing in the breeze
But when I think of the world
She has to live in and work 
I’ll still be on my knees in prayer
Because it’s scary out there
But we will be alright
It’s been a long tough ride

Entry into John Heck’s Sponsored Contest: “Beatlemania Sing Along”
Sung to “It’s Been a Hard Day’s Night”


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without from within

Look at the inside, 
to see the outside,
Look at the intrinsic,
to understand the extrinsic,
See the indigenous
to envision the exogenous,
For what lies without is a measure of within.

Love the heart 
to adore the beauty,
Love the brain 
to admire the brawn,
See the mind 
to open up the soul
For what is inside spills onto the outward.

A beauty within 
bears love without
A love without 
brightens beauty within
And as we create a lovely without,
Let’s start from a beautiful within.

Wanjeru kamau.


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For All that's Right

At first I had a dream,
Then after I had a scream,
And all I saw was a stolen 
treasure.
So I pictured a swollen 
pleasure and it gave me 
pressure.
Now when I try to squeal,
This is what they did to me;
A man whipped me from my 
back deathly,quick to clout
my belly,in my mind I'm thinkin'
will I survive or is God watchin'?


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Office Goddess

She wafts chocolate truffle candyfloss scented skin,
Her fathomless eyes shimmer limpid pools I dreamily drown in.
Her complexion: olive cherry asses milk satin silken porcelain.
She's stratospeheric, serrates the class of Dietrich, 
She sashays mesmeric,
She's with a bastard called Derek.

She's the hallowed office goddess mermaid angel siren vamp,
Her hair shivers waterfalling rivers,
Celestial beings bow, hold her lamp.
Her swishing swaying graces and amazes
the trolls, Clarkson's, loup-garous and gargoyles of the office floor,
Grown men awe-struck blinded weep,
Stick needles in their eyes, yet want more.
That's deep.
The rainbow is her staircase,
She rides the unicorn on the subway,
Golden fleece wash over her umbrella,
She's with a bastard called Derek.

Derek is in HR.
Two bling screens flash on his not-hotdesk.
Derek does my annual appraisal,
That's the Derek I hate the best.
So, moving forward, where do you see yourself a year from now?
What skills do you need upgrading?
What added value are you..blah blah and blah..
I stare into distant space,
Where she floats swirling above my fishtanked face.
My brain is an impoding toupee,
My brain is an imploding toupee..

This Eden of tumbleweed plastic plant patsies,
Dry-blown biscuit phlegm and other tea point nasties:
Stinking microwaved day-glo pasties,
Herbal tea used condoms,
Bubonic plague used hankies.

Phosphorescent Guantanamo curdling strip lights,
Oven-ready office-gossip gobshites.
Air conditioning redelegating flu,
There's another weeping corpse-to-be suicidal inside this loo:
The grim reaper's temping here, playing peak-a-boo,
Sounds good to me,
Let's join them too.

Another annual appraisal,
Another horse glue-sniffing this fetid bolted-in stable;
Another century in a day of years,
Three million unemployed: wish you were here?
Who left the photocopier jammed?
Hands up if it was one of us damned.
Who hasn't put money in the snack tin?
Who splattered their soul in the wrong recycling bin?
For this dog the office Christmas party isn't for Christmas, it's for life,
Derek has the office goddess,
And I'm left clutching this plastic knife.

(I've also started recorded some of my poems this week and uploading them on my new you tube channel. Just type Suki Spangles in its search engine)


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Too Much To Handle

It's stressful 
Knowing that I have so much to do
I gotta do this
I gotta do that
I'm doing this right now
There's only one me
And not enough time
All that I've done
Little that I do
So much to be done
I can't get lazy
But I mustn't be stressed
I need to be free
& un-timed on what I do
But I do plan to prioritize
Cause I'm responsible
I must stay focused
I won't break down
I hate heavy weight
But I also need it
I gotta get back to you
So here I come


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Drake's Island

Distant dreams do dare to derail my train of doubts,
Eyes gobbling the cobbled stone streets seen,
Leading to a shop filled of things tagged with alloted time
But the tickle of the wind next to sea bound vesels,
and the smell of their work that feeds our souls,
Is what brings a little peace into focus,
When I'm unceasingly searching for my goals.


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fill my shoes

                        ive heard a lot of people say 
                        they would like to be in my shoes today 
                        they would like to go to work at the place called jeep 
                        but let me tell you one thing son 
                        it really is not too much fun 
                        because in here you sow more than you reap 
                         you work from dawn to setting sun 
                         the work day here is never done 
                         you work until your back and feet are sore 
                          after a long and hectic day 
                          you cant go out and even play 
                          your body just wont take it anymore 
                          so if you think it is your quirk 
                          to come to jeep and go to work 
                          where you will almost surely get the blues 
                          and you think it will be fun 
                          then let me tell you one thing son 
                         come to jeep and you can fill my shoes


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Empathy Hostage

cry?
sometimes I just want to say

your life is yours to keep or throw away

When you want me to make up the rules

to a game I don't know how to play

Don't know what I'm supposed to do

to keep you safe from that thing called you

If everything you say is true

You're gonna do it anyway

Am I the only one that's gonna cry
when you finally get the guts to die

Do you just need someone to say goodbye

Or someone to talk ya down

I know you're hurting desperately

I know you're ready for eternity'

Does it help to know that you're hurting me

since I'm the only one around

Oh tell me that you feel better now,

that we can talk and work it out some how

Won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and see another day

Did you pick me out so I could be

The one who stands staring helplessly

the lucky lucky man who gets to see

Just how serious you are

Well I hope you know you're being cruel

to choose a poor empathetic fool

to watch you do that thing you're gonna do

You finally get to be the star

oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out some how

won't you tell me that you found a way

take a deep breath and live another day

will it be a razor blade or gun

perhaps a nice high dive would be more fun

The pills are painless when the day is done

since I'm the one who gets to feel

Go ahead and make it quick and clean

if not for me it would be sight unseen

God how I wish I had a time machine

to take you back when you were real

Oh tell me that you feel better now

that we can talk and work it out somehow

Oh won't you tell me that you found a way

Take a deep breath and breathe another day


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Hour of chaos

Since the prime ministers seat is a cosy myth much like the presidents, 
would it be such a bad thing to give power back to the residents. 
Money and power buy the election, 
wouldn't it be nice to have a selection.. 
Like a truely middle class citizen showing imperfections. 
With some heart and conviction, just a little affection.
Too little to late the endgame won't wait for no-one, 
Its been a straight forward assult from an all seeing occult.
If ya ask me its too late to revolt.In economic crisis engineered to collapse, 
so we accept a world central bank no asks. 
Bringing forth the central authority from behind the curtian. 
I know, I know. I can't be certain.
Can't believe everything I read!
That's a diversion, back on track before ya get mis-directed.
Its a viscious cycle following signs that keep us "protected". 
Controlled.. for a better word. 
Ya don't gotta be a detective to work it out. 
No shhh! Sherlock was fictional. doubt! My work. 
I ain't in it for the perks. 
This is blood sweat and tears and ya can take my shirt. 
I got nothing to lose and the gains are worthless unless people feel my endless verses. The math is easy, believe me 7 billion minus the greasy at the top of the pyramid system. Nothing more would please me than too share in the wisdom. 
Money don't mean *****when it comes to kiss them. 
If we extended that love we'd break the prison. 
We lock ourselves in. We give into traditions, use it one day and create ambitions. 
Hardly ever stuck too cos there rash decisions. 
I could say hey! **** you! But I respect your feelings. 
Wonder if ya read this far, sorry for the incisions. 
Sharp and pointy every word inserted with precision.
I try to keep it punctual when writing a rhyme but i'm more about functional and i don't got time to dwell on a lunchable while they implement crimes like a microchiped society, ya like no shhh! Ya lieing lee. I'm like no shhh! 
A variety of things are due to change. 
A brand new era breathes its name. 
Its a movement and we're thoroughly entertained. 
Some work hard while others play the game. 
Don't hate the players they'll put ya to shame. 
With or against. Victimiser or victim. Is there a middle ground in my depiction? 
If i had the power their would be no afflictions. 
This has been a chaotic hour writing this description. 
Maybe i'm psychotic nowadays using no incryption. 
Acting all neurotic not hiding my inscriptions. 
Thought i'd best write it down, I knew ya wouldn't listen. 
Everyone has they own agenda, a point that shudn't go missing.


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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)


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cattle

they came here and now 
lingering disappointment 
I feel responsible for saying no 
ruining what everyone used to know 
I guess when you loose control 
you have to take a stand 
because the cattle needs a farmer 
to call in the heard 
to shoot them in the end 
unruly cattle.


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A Dirty Action

Dirty hands or a dirty mind.
A dirty action works behind.
What is different if we blame?
If we favour them who can find?

Criminal elements are our close,
Who has a duty to matter expose?
 If a person will hide crime, then
Who will feel in society a shame?

Love and affection has more different?
If a killer’s behaviour is misprint.
To work for peace or preference for selfish,
We need crime to punish without any kiss.

It seems hard to wear a responsibility,
We work to survive for decision ability.
A man can’t control if crime is at home,
A man can control if complain has norm.


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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 | Prose Poetry | |

~ Cry of the Muse ~

Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... ! That we would gratify love in its truest affection. Stand stead fast- uphold it yield to no other-duty ... ! To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting- exclusively-mid-this ... . To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul- just-to-have this ... once ... ! So place me within, make me the-essence of-the-art- lay me down carry me off- as I would be a child lost amid the grandeur- of its promise ... ! Allow this ink to consume us be the genuine eminence, what we reach-for through the humble virtue, heart-of this quill ... ! So all may view soar higher, and even higher still. Be captured, taken within deep- far and away beyond- the bitter part of this world, into the true benignity, flourishing and forever evolving, amid themselves ... ! Yes help me build me up, mold me-yes- come find me ... ! Trick me friend by slight of hand bend me- yes break me down shatter me again, and again truly I care-not ... ! Fill this paper in-its preparedness ... innocence ... verity, hope ... with the sweet passion elation of our souls ... ! Yes carry me before this-vision ... ! Restrain me-not ... . Set our-soul-free ... ! Please ... ? That we may gratify love-uphold it. Yes yield-then ... only-beauty ... ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author notes Written to the (Braveheart) theme By: Enya The expression of this poem was written from within the greater depths, of my soul. It was a cry of my muse. The passion beside which I stand and the hope through which I write. The joy we both carry for the other, and peace and faith in each other, in which we abide. Before this writing my muse had taken a vacation. So willing, I am open to suggestion. ~ Thank you for reading this piece of my work ... God bless you ... (The reason that there are Hyphens "so many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a faster and slower and higher and lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do, when in telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free flowing when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading and God bless you ... ~


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One percent

Look into the eyes of the suffering 
For a moment open your soul to 
The riches of you covetous love
Keep you blind from the future
And the loss of your vitality

Be wary of the truths 
Unknown to those who create the illusion of comfort
For no man can understand fulfill love
At the sacrifice of another being 


Details | I do not know? | |

Graduation Goodbye

High school days are gone
And all the work are done
As we are about to take a leap
Our memories together I will keep

There will be tears to cry
As we move on and bid goodbye
I know it will be hard to fly
Without you on my way up high

Thanks for the lift
That is a great gift
The jokes and your smile
Made me forget the pain for a while

Now is the time to take the crown
Don't face the world with a frown
Let them see your smiling face
And dancewith them with grace

When all of today's work are done
It  doesn't mean our freindship is gone
I hope someday you'll be fine
You'll realize that  . . . 
Graduation is not Goodbye


Details | Free verse | |

i-ca-ru-s

what does it mean to "scream"?
is it simply to raise your voice?
or is it something you do, not a sound you make?

It is not my nature. I won't raise my voice like that.
This is my "scream".

i'll put every ounce of my energy into my promise.
i won't ever give up! you can't make me!
even if i'm all alone, i'll fight until it's over.

there's an explosion in the sky.
god is dead! rejoice!
freed of your shackles of fairytales and blinded faith,
lead the way to a revolution!

This is my silent "scream".
My head held high, pride uncaged and diffidence slain.

as long as the chance exists, as long as there's hope
i'll keep chasing my dream
the day i made a promise to you was the day the cogs began to turn
the day when color suddenly burst into my life!
i know i won't emerge from the road unharmed
but, no matter what, i won't step out of the ring.


Details | Lyric | |

Our Dream

My wife and I have a dream
to open a hair salon as a team

Some people think it will fail
going to start small then go full-scale

With a shampoo,haircut and blowdry
all we can is do give it a try

It wont be easy, but it wont be hard
I will be making a flyer and a business card

We have set the plan in action
waiting until we see their reaction

With all this red tape, you want to scream
but we can't give up,this is our dream


Details | Rhyme | |

Fast Awake

Thank God for 7-27, when my son flew in
Life as it should be will forever begin
Charming little visions of how days are meant
To teach him as he shows me how life is spent

Listen to me now and read what I find so true
Words are like a beat that can start a groove
Bring the rhythm back to lift your spirits up
Don't worry too much because we all get stuck

My life seems to stop before it begins
Caught in another ever-recurring trend
Giving away every one of my previous wins
With Faith and company until my life ends

It's time now to be down again
Even faster than western winds
Life can run around, leave you in loop
Feeling that life needs one more scoop 
Tip the timer over, fall with the sand
Live for every second you possibly can

I will soon learn should luck turns up
I'm lost, backwards, and running amuck
Trying to regain what I thought I missed
Elusive, erratic and ending up like this

Never have I wanted to be other than here
Life in crystal-clear brings visions near
Capable are your dreams so easily achieved
All you have to do is work & truly believe

Look for a big picture in whatever you see
Never believe free, it offers no guarantee
Just sit back and listen to tales they tell
And make your own path but remember it well

Don't try to be so deep, just work to relax
Make life a story but include all the facts
Learn about yourself when you're at the mic
Work the crowd just to see what you're like

Life will soon be everything you need it to be
Proceed with sight don't let only destiny lead
You always have control in every step you take
Follow dreams today and always live fast awake

At times I don't know where this path would go
Like I'm hosting a show I've never seen before
Filling in the gaps, taking punches for others
Learning along the way what life really offers

It’s time now to be down again
Steps closer to an unknown end
Digging up dirt nearly burying yourself
At least the digging is good for health
Live your life now, stay until the very last
Live your life today as if it's already past


Details | Lyric | |

Rome Wasn't Built In A Day On CD

She wanted a great big brand new house, among brand new other things,
and just to marry and be my spouse, she wanted great big diamond rings,
So I knew what she was about, when she wanted so much bling,
it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, money was her thing.....

But you can't squeeze blood from a turnip, my ol' daddy use to say,
don't build bridges that burn up son, you'll need them again someday,
You're never too old to keep learnin', work hard to pay your way,
Keep a job and keep on earnin' son, ya know, Rome wasn't built in a day...

Well, she just wasn't the one for me, so she went on down the road,
and as far as I could see, she could carry her own dang load,
Yes, I'm so glad she's free, and she left my humble abode,
because she inspired this song to be, another one seeking gold,

But you can't squeeze blood from a turnip, my ol' daddy use to say,
don't build bridges that burn up son, you'll need them again someday,
You're never too old to keep learnin', work hard to pay your way,
Keep a job and keep on earnin' son, ya know, Rome wasn't built in a day.

On CD from Nashville...call 502-290-7524...if no answer...please leave message..thanks!


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Switch places with me

If you were the girl that I am,
And I were the boy that you are,
Would you like how I’ll look down to you?
How your words are too worthless to count to me?
Would my inside look good enough to you?
Or is my figure your only luxury?
What do I even matter to you? Tell me…
Other than a man’s accessory? Really?
Who ever told you, you were good enough to be?
The one who’d be judging me?

If I were you and you were me,
Will you believe the same of me? 
Is it the power that God gave to you?
Or is it you that does not want to see? 
Why are you so cruel to me? Tell me…
How could I make you feel with me?

If you were treated the same way I was
Living the one to be put to blame
For God’s bad productivity,
For captivating His men’s integrity 
Would you still believe in He?? Tell me…
Why was the burden passed onto me?

Can you touch the disgrace I feel in me?
Every time you’d be displaying me
To all your friends and your family… if you were me…
Would you praise any deity? Tell me…
If you were taken for granted like I was,
Since the break of our humanity,
You’d be unable to see your deeds… blame me…
‘cause you were told they were caused by me,

This goes to all who’s hearing me,
Willing to wear my painful heels,
Measure the limits to your extremes
See how much you’ve been hurting me… and feel…
How much it feels so bad if you were me
Treating you how you’ve been treating me
What I am and what you are… unfortunately…
Is what we call our destiny,
I wouldn’t blame you... if you’d stop blaming me...
For what I couldn’t change in me… forgive me…
Cause if it works on you… at least…
Only then it could possibly work on me…

If there is one thing that should be changed
It is this world with so much shame… 
There is no credit gained for tyranny… so please…
Stop trying to rise above me… leave me…
Don’t waste your time hating me
Why not hate world poverty… 
There are many hungry ones out there to feed
Too many enough to keep you busy… Believe me… 

Seven Millions kids work in Brazil 
To support their exhausted families
Wars in the streets and the overseas
Children bombed everywhere in the Middle East
Different place for a race call them refugees
Religious based hate and discrepancies
The most excused for existence butcheries
All this to prove that it is you not me
When it could be of both you and me 
There is more to the list if you tend to see
Beyond your pride of drawing an intelligent scheme…


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The Game

My mind is poisoned by my dreams,
Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes.
My lips are sewn, my hands are tied,
Well, I deserved it. It's all right.
A chance of being understood
Just stands no chance, as no one could
Unlock two always open doors -
You turned the keys and locked them both.

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

No love to trust, no trust to love,
But you still play this useless stuff.
These cupid-stupid endless games
Are pure lies in subtle frames.
You all agree my words are clear
And so damn true! But in your fear
To contradict the pattern set
You solemnly declare me mad. 

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.

I'll change the rules or quit the game,
Your strategy is really lame,
So now my words are way too brusque,
And it's the dawn of your dusk!

A couple drinks won't work today,
A couple tragedies don't matter.
If honesty is hard to play,
I simply quit. It's for the better.


Details | Narrative | |

MI COMMA TO AMERICA ( I CAME TO AMERICA ))

Mi camma to America wid a passion for moni en fud,
hoppin to getta rich;
en de sai det gold is founda in striz!
Mi work en work ol dei
to meke sam dollar,
en mi eat pizza, en drink vino...
mi wanna be lika Al Pacino:
a famos attor ov Hollivud! 
En me veit too mani iers, to see butiful voman 
laika Marilin Monro...whata a fess!
Whata a bodi! A Diva so sexi!
En mi wanna be laika Valentino from Italia,
to sedus ol duh pritty ladi vid mi ciarma;
en ol kiss mi...O locki Casanova!  

English Translation:

I come to America with a passion for money and food,
hoping to get rich;
and they say that gold is found on streets!
I work and work all day
to make some dollar,
and I eat pizza and drink wine...
I would like to be like Al Pacino
a famous actor in Hollywood!
And I waited many years to see beautiful women
like Marilyn Monroe...what a face!
What a body! A Diva so sexy!
And I like to be like Valentino from Italy,
to seduce all the pretty ladies with my charm;
and they all kiss me...O lucky Casanova!!

Entered in Deborah's Gucci, " Dialects make the world go around "
(Brooklyn-Italian dialect)

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Lyric | |

Your Car

(Chorus-rpt. 1x)
Boy come and let me ride 
let me get a test drive baby

(Hook-Rap): You said softly in my ear
Pus the gas when you wanna go fast
Push the gear when you wanna go slow
Baby girl change that gear to get it how you like it
So I say
Lets get in your car and
not to let this situation feel so far
Baby lets take your car for a test drive baby

(Verse 1): Baby let me get on top
and work the stick
Let me switch the gear
So I can get it how I like it
Boy you got my body moaning for you
Boy you know how the songs go Oh
Because that’s what you do to me
Boy come and let me ride
I’ll let you get inside
let me get a test drive
but you saying its not a test drive
its all mine
So lets head for your car
I like the way you turn inside
Now its time for you to push the breaks

(Chorus - rpt. 1x): Boy come and let me ride
let me get a test drive baby

(Hook - Rap): You said softly in my ear
Push the gas when you wanna go fast
Push the break
when you wanna go slow
Baby girl change the gear
to get it how you like it
So I say
Lets get in your car and
to not let this situation feel so far
Baby lets take your car for a test drive baby

(Verse 2 - Rap): Can you work it like you switch the gear
Is you big like your wheels
hold up, let me stop before I get out of my language
You got me feeling like Ginuwine
I’m so adjust
So lets hop in your car
Buts its going to take some time to get inside
Don’t do the speed limit
Cause I want to see how fast you go
Now let me touch the body of your car from head to toe
So you like it when I ride it fast
So baby continue to press that gas
Lets take this mission
keep it dipping
So you not going to be tripping
Cause this a virgin love, just how you like it
I like the way you work your car
So keep it going 
to see how wet this come

(Rpt. Chorus & Hook 1x)


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Connect the dots!

Who is responsible 
domestic violence? 
in the home... 

responsible for rape? 
while bullying in schools 
escalates? 

fact anti-social behavior 
begins in the home! 

millions of excuses used 
drugs-sex-mental illness-debt 
alcohol-infidelity-uncompromising 
ass-hole 
why not blame stress! 

to name but a few... 
thats' new, slap on a label 
anti-social cripple 
self centered compelled 
subservient with a death wish 
co-dependant on a mission 

many incapable of raising 
families successfully 
matching crime to criminal 
sooner rather than later 

people who want children 
most should be screened 
the ones that have violent
tendency maybe steralise 
these... 

protect the unborn spirit 
this cycle of perdition 
simply 'cause some can 
protection remains 
the question... 

until we fill up our prisons 
or doctors fill out prescriptions 
or do drugs - prostitution 
or some souls 
simply disappear 

abuse of the sexes disaster 
 children 
lives destined for remand 

some cultures self destructive 
buck the system for a laugh 
self discipline escapes them 
some victims choose suicide 

alternative families to the rescue! 
marriages deplete 
truth uncovered 

primary social group 
breaking down 
mere survival havoc wreaks! 
social injustice 
social acceptance 
to live in a relationship 
without independence? 

when we break the cycle? 
we immerge stronger- 
children safer 
home wreckers 
so yesterday 
some sexual couples 
complete disasters 

I deserve a happy life 
a happy life I've got 
living without violence 
is where we all need to start 

repeat not the acts of 
your fore mothers forefathers 
the violence does not work 

mental physical verbal abuse 
is a hostile mind at work 
he's weak disqualified from life 

primal evil reactivated strife 
programmes of violence repeated 
not strong enough in mind deleted 

disrespected, feared, without 
honor in most cases cannot repair 

don't be a victim, of archaic hatred 
suffer little children NOT! 
this world though numb 
Is nevertheless disgusted 

authorities ears to the ground 
we have heard your cries aloud 
take it from one who knows 
let all that s@%t go! 

don't repeat their mistakes 
look inside make new choices 
you decide fill your life with 
love... 

...or misery will connect the dots 


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Loss Love

Its still hard to believe
that you're gone away from me
can you get it through your head
that we are meant to be
if you cant get it through
then Im not the one for you
we been seperated for several years
I did my share
now its up to you
to change your ways
to act like a man
admit you were wrong
when you fuked my friend
and when that night
I caught you at the club
with another woman
givin kisses and hugs
It takes more of a man
to be true to his wife
it makes me so sad
youre not actin right
I still have thoughts of you
that youre comin back
its communication
that you lack,
im willing to work it out
to save this marriage
but its up to you
to pick up your slack,
but if you dont
I will love you no matter what
even when this divorce is through,
deep down within me
I still want to be with you
I want to hold you in my arms
and never let go,
I want to love you forever
and grow old
Indeed I tried so hard
to work this out
but you keep on putting me down
when in fact, it was you
who cheated on me
with a few,
my bestfriend,
your lady friend,
after all this mess,
I still love you


Details | Ballad | |

Lazy Hound Dog Blues

The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day 
I roll back over to sleep it away 
The wife begins to preach to me 
No work, unemployed, I am free 
I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man 
He looks at my state and says he will do what he can 
The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose 
I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues 
I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus 
I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush 
It's getting to be late in the afternoon 
Getting hungry and will be home soon 
My wife left me a note saying were through 
At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues 
I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job 
Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob 
The alarm goes off I hit the snooze 
Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues 
My wife calls, says she wants to work things out 
I try to explain, she begins to shout 
She won't listen what's the use 
I tell there is a cure for the flu 
But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues


Details | Lyric | |

coffee with your cream?


I got laid in starbucks the other day
I was workin on finishing my latte
when the manager came up to me and said hey
at first I was like go away but then i looked up

asking if I wanted another cup
I slowly sputtered out, Yup
damn girl you is fine
what I wouldnt give to make you mine

Must be your lucky day cutie
as sexy as you are you can have my bootie
finally she took me into the back
lifted her dress and bent over a stack

french vanilla....hell no bend over the hazelnut
and there I was banging away on her butt
her boss finally walked in and asked what she was doin
for i wasnt the first customer that she got caught screwin

this is it now you've got to go
you keep missin work and now you a hoe!
but please daddy it not as it seems
this nice young man just asked for fresh cream~



Details | Ballad | |

Go to the Ant

Go to the ant and learn (2x's)
Go to the ant, ant, ant
Go to the ant and learn-  (Chorus)

She digs her house down deep
She builds her house up high
And though she has no king
Her armies stay alive

In the summer she will reap
For the coming winter sky
She gathers everything
Her colonies survive

(Chorus)

Consider all her ways
She's small but she expects
Her people stay as one
And she is strong and wise

So number all your days
Prepare for what comes next
And til everything is done
Let no sleep tempt your eyes

Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's)
Go to the ant  

(Chorus)


Details | Lyric | |

Not My Fault

Chorus2x : 
I don't know what's going on/ but I know it's not my fault/ I don't wanna be the one/ 
to let what we have be done/

Verse1: Baby when you said/ it was just you and me/ I thought you meant/ 
 forever baby/ but you went and changed/ your words around/ now you acting like/ 
  you can do without/ we been through so much/ baby can't you see/ 
  I'm tryna work this out/ but you're not helping me/ leave her alone/ 
 she you don't need/ 'cuz everything you need/ is right here in me/ 

Chorus2x

Verse2: Now I can't believe/ that this is happening/ now the way you speak/
is like you blaming me/ you compare everything/ that I do or say/ to that girl/
boy I can't live this way/ don't you dare tell me/ that I'm the one who's wrong/
and how the way we are is all my damn fault/ keep tryna work this out/ but I can't 
go on/
so I just wanna tell ya/ baby I'm done/

chorus 2x


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Between You And Me

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things 
That you do, makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile

(Chorus)
Between you and me
We can make our love right
Between you and me
And we can love each other 
Between you and me
We can last forever

When we started out
Others and they had there doubts
They said we wouldn't make it
Between you and me
We can work out the mistakes
Together we can work it out
Together we can make it
Threw all the hard times, rough roads
We've climbed over mountians
Carried some heavey loads
Together we are rasing a family
And my sisters to
And if we have arguments
Between you and me
Realize we all make mistakes
But it takes us to make it right
( Repeat chours)

Some of the little things
That tried to brake us apart
Should of made us strong in our hearts
Because you are the love of my life
I love being your wife
I treasure all our moments together
It is the funny things 
That you do makes me smile
And life is good with you
That our love can last awhile

Between you and me


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams in the Night

I get off work again
And drive home in my car
Listen to my music
The drive isn’t far

I get home 
And nobody is around
Enter my room
The place I can be found

And I sleep 
And I dream 
Dreams in the night
Dreams in the night

I get off work again
And I drive home in my car
Listen to my music
The drive isn’t far

I missed you
During all this week
But I know
It isn’t me you seek

So I sleep
So I dream
Dreams in the night
Dreams in the night

I get off work again
And drive home in my car
Listen to my music 
The drive isn’t far

I have waited
For this pain to end
Been waiting for
Someone more then a friend

So I sleep
And I dream
Dreams in the night
Dreams in the night

And I sleep
So I dream
Dreams in the night
Dreams in the night

I sleep
I dream
Dreams in the night
Dreams in the night


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Work Hard, Work Harder

Work hard, work harder, 
Work hard, work harder. 
Be strong, Get stronger. 
Be bold, Get bolder. 
Say so long to burdens,
On your shoulders.


wrote 6-2-10


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Beautiful in My Eyes

Dedicated to my teacher, who has helped me more than she'll ever 
know

When the world denies your hard work 
Refusing your wisdom in years,
Please, just remember what I’m saying,
Please don’t cry any tears. 
People will try to bring you down
No matter what you do
But know this, these words I say,
‘Cause you and I know they are true.
Your hard work has helped me this year
I wouldn’t be who I am without you
This life I live right here and now
Is possible because of what you do.
You encourage my hopes and all my dreams
And help me reach my goal
I wouldn’t be me without you
These seeds, I wouldn’t be able to sow.
You have helped me learn how to write
In fact, you taught me yourself
Whether you’ve realized it or not, 
You’ve helped me become myself.
I can’t imagine eighth grade without you
It’s been a wonderful year
I can’t believe I’m now saying good-bye
And beginning to hold back tears.
I know how you try to be perfect
At least  some of the time,
You like to do everything you can
To help me find a rhythm or a rhyme.
And life isn’t always perfect
In fact, it rarely is
It’s often so sudden and indistinct
It feels like a giant pop quiz.
But no matter where life takes you,
No matter how bad you may want to cry,
Remember these words that I’ve said to you
And know that you’re beautiful in my eyes.


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Heavenly Peace

Mother said she was getting weary,
And wanted to be at rest.
But God saw her work unfinished,
And kept her 'til He thought it best.
Now her work has been done,
A race well run,
The troubles of the world will cease.
She deserves the best, of eternal rest,
Sleep on in Heavenly Peace


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FORGET

forget trying to find happiness
forget trying to solve all this stress
forget thinking you really love me
forget the promises you told me
forget the house you bought me
forget the diamond ring i'm wearing
that stuff dont mean a thing to me

forget the house
forget the car
forget the keys 
to my heart
forget the love
you dont share
forget believing
you still care
repeat2x

i wanted to make things right
i thought you was mr.right
i was wondering can we work it out
your atitude shows you dont care

forget the house
forget the car
forget the keys
to my heart
forget the love
you dont share
forget believing
you still care
repeat2x

forget trying to find happiness
forget trying to solve all this stress
forget thinking you really love me
forget the promises you told me
forget the house you bought me
forget the diamond ring i'm wearing
that stuff dont mean a thing to me
repeat2x

i wanted to make things right
forget the stuff mr.right
i was wondering can we work it out
your atitude shows that you dont care
forget believing you care

forget the house
forget the car
forget the keys
to my heart
forget the love
you dont share
forget believing
you still care
repeat2x


Details | Ballad | |

Potter

O Lord, You are our Father
We are the clay; You are the Potter
We are the work of Your hand
So mold us and shape us 
In Your perfect plan 	   (Chorus)

In the middle of Your wheel
We're yielded and still
To be vessels of mercy
Lord You make us worthy
In Your blaze of fiery wind
Purge us free from sin
To be vessels of honor
Filled with your living water

(Chorus)

Make the broken new again
Sanctify and bring them in
To be vessels in His church
Prepared for every good work
And meet for the Master's use
Vessels bring Him forth much fruit
Prepare for His glory
Make known Your riches of glory - !

O Lord, You are our Father
We are the clay; You are the Potter
We are the work of Your hand
So mold us and shape us 
In Your perfect plan 	   (Chorus)


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Poetry Laureate

our 
community

is multi-
cultured

bright 
and cheerful giver

young 
and old

members
peers/friends

have a lot of things 
to say

the
voices 

from 
within

bring peace
joy and love

this what
make us different

this is
ours

protect 
it

and support every one
just like what 

our 
poetry laureate  

did
for us, all





Note:
my congratulations to you, my dear friend Carol.







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Working the System

I got my squaw pushing out another papoose
I'm trying to increase my monthly government revenue
There is a sister soon to deliver number three
She is doing it out of greed, fear and love for me
A little redhead I am trying to give me a money maker
A couple of slaps should put her in line and awaken her
The special this month is 75 dollars for 50 in food stamps
The kids can live on water and corn beef hash
I am currently writing letters in the name of my hoes to our state rep
Telling them more revenue must be sent
I laugh as the middle income is paying for all this
They pay for our food, beer and cigarettes
Illegals cross the borders and receive a new life
Today I will find a Mexican honey 
No taxes once again on my money
I am using my street wisdom
I will always be working the system
Why should I work when I can get my income from my government hoes
When they beg for money, I tell them that's the way it goes
I tell them to sell themselves to support our children
They better have my money ready when a new month begins
I am now writing a book, that is forbidden
I will tell all how to work the system
If this offends you in one way or another
It's probably true, maybe you are one of my kid's mother


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What It Be Like Bro

Arising early each morning
I glance toward you.
Asking myself this question
Can this be true?

Am I deserving
of this mess I see?
Can you not just once
be flattering to me?

You stare at me and
though declining to say.
I know you'll return
What I give you this day.

Though I'm complementing seeking
You're truthful with me.
Being painfully honest
as only you could be.

While pointing out flaws
as i shave and dress.
You also let me know
that my hair is a mess.

I just smile and wink
thinking this might work.
But your message to me
brush your teeth, you big jerk.

You're hard and critical
but come what may.
I'm the head of this house
I'll have the final say.

A flip of the switch
and I'm on my way.
Leaving you alone
to face the wall all day.

In reality, if I look so-so
or maybe a mess.
You always see and return
No more or no less.

As all others see me
to myself you will show.
For when facing a mirror
"That's what it be like Bro


























































Arising early each morning
I glance toward you.
Asking myself this question,
can this be true?

Am I deserving
of the mess I see?
Can you not just once
be flattering to me.

You stare at me and
though declining to say.
I know you'll return
what I give you this day.

Though I'm complement seeking
you're truthful with me.
Being painfully honest
as only you could be.

While pointing out flaws
as I shave and dress.
You also let me know
that my hair is a mess.

I just smile and wink
thinking this might work.
But your message to me
brush your teeth, you big jerk.

You're hard and critical
but come what may.
I'm the head of this house
I'll have the final say.

A flip of the switch
and I'm on my way.
Leaving you alone
to face the wall all day. 

In reality, if I look so-so
or maybe a mess.
You always see and return
no more or no less.

As all others see me
to myself you will show.
For when facing a mirror
"That's what it be like Bro."

























































































































































Details | Rhyme | |

Haphazardly Poetic

           If  you're a judge in a poetry contest 
                              elimination,
         look again and again before you jump 
                        into a conclusion;


         Printed words may look like black ants 
                     in batallion formation
         or squads of stragglers crawling out 
                    with uncertain direction;


  Oftentimes they're chunks, slices and splinters 
                        of random thoughts
      haphazardly strewn on the pages like black, 
                       burnt wings of moths;


They may not have creative sparks, rhythmic pace 
                              or inspiration,
         but behind haphazardness itself may be 
                               imagination.


Details | Ballad | |

With God

With God-
All things are possible
With God-
All things are possible
With God-
All things are possible

Because nothing-
Is impossible with God


Details | I do not know? | |

Define Love

Violently you whisper
Childishly you lead me on
You paint your empty picture
As you scare away the break of dawn

You call yourself a work of art
I fail to see your meaning
Your presence scares the shades
The shades of red, your tainting red

Oh, pick up your pen
Finish what you started
Erase, erase those lines
Or darken, darken cause I’m blind

Lie! I lie!
The hidden beauty of your wings
Just captivate me
That face of yours just takes my breath away
It scares the daylight out of me

You call yourself a work of art
I failed to see at the start
Your world, my world collide
I see you
Do you see me?

Frightfully you come near
Quietly you disappear
I paint my empty heart and
I end up with you just smiling there

Oh, I pick up my pen
I finished what I started
Erasing is no easy thing
Your face defines my everything


Details | Lyric | |

Prowler Of Emotions


I am Poet.
The unrelenting prowler
of emotions

and I walk 

day and night,
reaching 

to edges of life.
And, through my creations-
my voice,

I give

words
to the unspoken

feelings, 
dowered with such beauty,
truth and pain.