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Don't Look Back Track

You played your pipe for me to dance,
as puppet master, worked the strings,
but today my heart will pirouette;
I am giving back the gold nose ring.

Last night I saw just how it is
Between yourself and naive me;
you are the wolf, I am the lamb
always destroyed  in repartee.

You think I cannot live alone
without your condescending reign;
you won't hear Arrivederci play,
I won't come back to Rome again.

This love train has left the station;
It is speeding down "don't look back track."
Goodbye to disappointing love; 
I'm moving on to be exact.

September 6, 2014


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Message of the Moth

Enticed to the light
on the top porch, you hover...
Moon child of the night,
do you dream of a lover?

Lovely little moth,
it's just you and I alone,
each bound for a troth
of our acquaintance unknown.

Must I be a wife
to one not of my choosing,
a servant for life
only good for abusing?

Oh, moth of the moon
is it a message you bear,
a sign opportune
of the response to my prayer?

I see the free sky
through my room's open window...
If I could just fly,
I would lift wings and then go!

November 5, 2014


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The Welfare Poem

The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.

It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.

With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.

It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.

I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.


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You make me feel numb

I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters 
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb


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nailed down

i took the nails, and the cat too.
the hammer, the sink and the bed.
i burned them all.  except the cat.
cos she loved me much more than the one i wed.


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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same


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The Wedding Ring

I've heard the music a smile secretly sings
And the sudden thunder a teardrop brings
No beginning or ending round a golden wedding ring
Together love and time keep on turning

It takes but one breath to keep on living
When your dreams and sorrows become the same thing
Empty eyes open there for the forgiving
Then memories invade, night becomes morning

Like the ring we wear, no beginning or end
We search to see where this journey shall send
Apart we are halfed neither night or day
Where nothing can grow, shall it be that way?

©Donna Jones


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Titanic Forever

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.

Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.

It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. 
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.

In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.

Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.

Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?

Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.

Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.

The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.

Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.

That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.

When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.

I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.

© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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Find My Way

Darkness is killing my will to fight
The way to climb beyond my scope
Searching for a ray of light
In an oasis called hope

Feel like a stranger in my house
Drying inward from the edge
Climbing like a spider
Got stuck in my own web

The clouds in the sky
Add to my tears
The balloons in my hand
Do not bring me cheers

Nothing to push me down from here
I can only jump without fear
I break the balloons, I dare the rain
I splash in my web full of my tears

Here I come, you can push me away
I will find my way to dodge you away
Not everytime can I go astray 
A day will come I will find my way


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Princess Ballerina

Princess ballerina
Comfortably numb
Hidden from the world
Holding angels ransom
Princess ballerina
With ivory inked thighs
Legs swallowing purity
Prying pink eyes
Princess ballerina
With sin studded threats
Slicing delicacy
With pierced pirouettes 
Princess ballerina
Leering from afar
Come out of the corner
My jaded sultry star


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Father

In the darkening room I stood:
tears welling in my eyes:
by the windowed-wall, looking out,
my small chest full of sighs.

Headlights bright white and tail lights red,
paired, meandered down the street,
yet the white headlights that I sought
seemed only to retreat.

Cold, calm, singular, tear drops fell,
soon reaching down turned lips;
as in the house across the street,
the living room was lit.

A Father held his baby high. 
He hugged that toddler tight.
I wiped the corner of my eye,
and gazed into the night.

Above the darkened woodland near,
beneath a cobalt sky;
the highway brought their Fathers home.
alone again stood I.

Horns blared out in drives near by
sweet laughter filled the air,
and, in the drive across the street,
their Fathers did appear.

The children ran out slamming doors,
on small unshodden feet,
with tiny squeals, and upturned cheeks,
their Father they did greet.

Where was the father who I sought
our lives incomplete
a traveling man, my Father
did nothing but retreat.


*A memory from when I was 8.


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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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THE AUTHORITY

Why can't she learn to do that right?
You'd think that she'd know better.
Someone should tell her what to do,
To hone her each endeaver.

What is he doing over there?
He should be over here.
He should be told where he belongs,
And make it very clear.

She never does as she is told,
Although I've tried and tried;
What she should do and how and when,
I took it all in stride.

I spoke to her, I spoke to them,
To bring her back in line;
But she is stubborn, wants her way,
But she will learn in time,

That I am right and she is wrong,
I'll teach her that I know,
Much more about her work than she,
I'll tell her where to go.

It seems my help and good advice,
Is just ignored and spurned.
I only want the best for all,
The best for all concerned.

I guess my help's unwanted,
But if 'twere put to test,
They all would see that I am right,
And my way is the best.



No matter where you go or what you do you're going to find some people in the world who think they know more about eveything than anyone else and they will do their best to force their opinion on everyone they come in contact with. Th ebest way to handle someone like this is to give them a wide berth. Stay aloof but friendly in a distant sort of way. However, don't hesitate to let them know you cannot and will not be bulllied because this type of person capitalizes on your weakness. Whenever they start something with you it's important to make sure everyone knows exactly what was said and done when it happens so you don't end up looking the fool instead of them. When they find out that instead of keeping quiet you will fight back using their own methods against them they will back off and leave you alone.


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STUFF HAPPENS

Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball


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Prelude to a Poke

I do not recall
The bravado with which I spoke
The titillating prose
Seduction’s prelude to a poke
You spoke of love
with a lust that I understand
your heart a bloom
your derriere met my hand
I pulled you closed
my eyes nearly met yours
your bosom winked  
thank God I wore drawers
Do you not see
that my passions are pure
a burning in my loins
for which water has no cure
We gazed upon the heavens
I wrapped her in the moonlight
I looked at the time
my prayers faded into night
We danced till dawn
I had answered her romantic call
I whispered sweet somethings
Before her foot procured my fall


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A Pegasus's Broken Wings

A poor Pegasus dreams
Of soaring freely in the sky
And to graze on the mountains
With her friends, she would fly.

She awakes with a stutter
Each and every day of her life
Hoping to soar free
As each dream becomes a lie.

She gallops through the meadow
As she tries to take flight
But she falls every time
Wings like a withered kite.

When duty comes and calls
Her friends soar off the cliff
The the poor Pegasus cries
For she shares no part of the myth.

Her hoof's thunder away
As she gallops with all her might
Her wings try one last time
Only to fall out of sight

Each day she weeps alone
As her friend leaps and sings
For poor Pegasus can never fly
With her withered, broken wings.


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FREE CEE nursery crimes

there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains

childhood led to my becoming a hood
i held a lot of adoration for adolescence
my youth was an era of hopes and dreams
and faith formed of fact was at its essence

stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control
jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope
and sin seeped deep into my soul

I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
 © 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~


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medicine

medicine
grant me grace
walking through
this ghost of faith

burn the edge
of my desire
numb the burn
red of fire

medicine
my dullest friend
let me wake
and sleep again

blur my fate
bring me low
humble quiet
liquid soul

medicine
dream no more
search not of
look not for

passion's gate
deep within
dreams will float
a lake of sin

medicine
oh life unsure
blurring  days
a quiet cure

yes I thought
more in youth
now a lie
blessed truth

medicine 
your will is mine
live between
space of time

bring me forth
heaven's gate
lacking love's
forgiven hate


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Minor Discomfort

Does everybody feel the same as I do?
Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused?
Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth
For the accuser, as well as the accused?

I've heard there's bliss
Found somewhere in ignorance
For those who have been stripped
Of their already fleeting innocence

So I continue to move through this life
Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes
Which instead reflect the emptiness
That fills me up inside

It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain
Consumed by doubt and fear
Eventually life becomes a burden
Damaged beyond all repair

The temptation to numb all sensation
It more powerful than one might believe
I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation
As passion gives way to apathy

Say whatever you want
About those who dwell on the past
Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox
While you cower behind your mask

The opinions of most matter very little to me
It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be
First you'd have to practice the words you preach
If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening


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The Rain Effect

The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores 
the need to reflect.

The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.

The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.

The rain, cleansing a downpour 
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.

The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed. 


By CarolineCécile
copyright © 02.06.10


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free cee FOOLED AND OVERRULED

            FOOLED AND OVERRULED

I chose never to believe in nevermore
Forever I wanted to believe in forevermore
But seemingly forever had another plan
To leave me a lonely and saddened man

Walks in the dark led to a peaceful park
And a place where only lovers may go
I had the freedom of a high flying lark
When we shared a space where only clovers may grow

I felt forever was finally in my grasp
Wings were mine when she made the sun shine
With her every sigh and each simple gasp
I was witness to destiny’s most wondrous design

But then forever was duly overruled
I suppose by the God that I deem to choose
and then forevermore was thus speedingly fooled
when I discovered that forever was surely mine to lose
                       © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~
















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FREE CEE a rose arose




    Cherie-A ROSE AROSE

T’was once a rose, t’was once a weed
No thorns upon her stem decreed
The rose, for that weed, fulfilled his every need
A bud with nectar sweeter than any mead

Alas, the two had never met
One simple dahlia kept them apart
The weed was angry, the rose upset
That rose so sweet yet a weed too tart

But then sweetened was that weed one day 
While ignoring anything Mother Nature had to say 
Now two stand stoic together in a humble way
And are no longer frightened when the sky turns gray

That weed required no promise, nor vow
Only a day of peacefulness by the sea
At once took that rose a curtsied bow
And shared with each other honeysuckle tea

No union together for forever declared
Just a few daisy days to share and care
The two were simply platonic ally paired
United by the graciousness of a garden rare
© 2012…..free cee!


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Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


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free cee FROM COLUMBINE TO COLORADO

       FROM COLUMBINE TO COLORADO

So he gazes at his arsenal with stars in his eyes
as his neighbors see not through his disguise
he lives and breaths all alone
and he has a collection of bloody clothes and bullet ridden bone

he thinks, he ponders and wonders what havoc he can create next
as he can recite Satan's words by chapter and verse
every day his delusions and illusions become worse
as I wonder about this man's psyche and curse

his targets are little children, the elderly and infirm
and this man is literally a human germ
contaminating this earth with bullets and a gun
and he's not happy until his sick agenda is done

so he gazes at his pistols, his rifles and all
waiting for his illness' voice to call
until he's killed and wounded the maniac is not satisfied
and that's why this morning for his victims I cried
         © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Tangled up

I'm breaking inside like shattered glass
The shards cut sharp and deep
Noone sees within these walls
Or know the secrets that I keep

I become so lost and helpless
Like a little child crying
My hands are weak and fragile
And my will to fight is dying

I donot understand myself
Or this monster that I see
Reflecting from this mirror
Broken eyes look back at me

Once so proud of who I was
Now ashamed to know at all
I'm fighting off the agony
And I've never felt this small

Help me, someone, can you hear?
I'm bleeding where I cannot find
Tell me that it's all a dream
That I'm not losing half my mind


The fire of pain that burns me
Leaves scars inside my heart
It rips in two, my belly
And pulls my soul apart

I'm stripped of all my dignity
As I lay there in my tears
A pool of hurt becomes a river
And I realize my fears

You changed, and life has changed
Will I ever feel I'm free?
I looked into your eyes that loved
And I no longer could see me


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THREE EXPONENTIAL WORDS

A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS


There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver to you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet

There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew 
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pray
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep,
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?

How shall I react when I HEAR three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me

Will  each syllable BE SPOKEN clearly so that I might understand and let it be?  
Well where is she already with  her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
     © 2011.….PHREEPOETREE ~!free cee!~


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Painful Reminder

If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.

I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.

The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)


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Sharpening the Knife

So what
Don't give me that look
It was just a cut
I am no crook

I feel better
To see my arm bleed
You yell, "Get Her"
But the cut is my feed

Why do you make me stop?
It doesn't hurt that bad
You are not some sort of cop
Cutting makes me glad

I don't feel anymore
But the sharp blade
I am no longer hurting in the core
All the feelings fade

I wear a jacket
To cover the scars
And I'll have to hack it
They are my permanent memoirs

So I'll just sit
And sharpen the knife
Don't throw a fit
This is my life

It's not like you know pain
I do, more then others
I live life in vain
And I won't get help from my mother

I don't want your help
Just leave me alone
So just hush your yelp
Don't give me that tone

This is my choice
Not yours to say
The cut is my voice
So just let me waste away...


This is for anyone, who has felt alone, you aren't, things can never be as bad as they seem, just keep 
moving and never give up.



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For You...My Friend

I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?

You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.

I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?

Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?

I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!


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Still Life Imperfect

Bitten fruit in still life oils
shined by light internal
shows there is no sweet perfection
immortalized eternal
Portraits crunched, pureed and such
by hands dissolved, ungifted
wipe the paint from canvas skin
until the stains are lifted
Soak the sky with thoughts of art
Speak like a simpleton speaks
Scour the ground for a speck of emotion
to hoard in your hollows for weeks
Reconcile to read a book
Bury your heart in it's sleeve
At the moment you feel like a still life imperfect
you humbly ask and receive...


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DOPE led me here to boast about the holy HOST

       DOPE LED ME  HERE TO BOAST ABOUT THE HOLY HOST

I was there when at first you were enraptured
But me, God and The Holy Ghost knew you were captured
I  was the only one who tried desperately to teach you
However my arms are far too short to reach you

So go ahead and shoot the s**t
I don’t mind it even a little bit
But don’t come to me when your skin is crawling
Or when the source of your habit is calling

Don’t ask me to end  your painful sweat
Because you need a lesson you’ll never forget
You have to see what it feels like when you stop
Because every time the powder told you to hop you’d hop
 
Everyone knew I was once like you but I got smart
And I was there when your savior told you not to start
You can begin by being beautiful and rich with greed
But soon your veins will cry out for what they need

They require what Jesus advised you not to try
When I was the only one who gave a damn if you were to die
The Son Of Man begged me to beg you to please say “no”
But you were enraptured and then captured with no whereto go
           © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~






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My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross


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Mystic Tinklings

                   Mystic Tinklings


Mystic tinklings
	Ancient echoes from the past
Fleeting inklings
	Glimmer just beyond your grasp

Phantom footfalls
	When you know that you’re alone
Echoed choircalls
	Of a long forgotten song

Shadows slipway
	From the corners of your eye
Darkened hallways
	Hints of time passed by

Brief reflections
	Of things you did not see
Vast collections
	Of the things that used to be


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The People In The World

I used to think they wanted trees.
The people in the world.
I forgot that all they had was lawns.
The people in the world.

I thought they wanted animals.
The people in the world.
They killed off over half.
The people in the world.

I thought they wanted health.
The people in the world.
Half are now obese.
The people in the world.

They said we had to learn.
The people in the world.
We're learning from machines.
The people in the world.

They think the goal is peace.
The people in the world.
They're saying we're all different.
The people in the world.

Their time is getting short.
The people in the world.
The'll wait until the end.
The people in the world.


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Generic Bleach

Little do I care if bleach is generic
Or if fabric softener or detergent
Some bad personality flaws become chronic
Little do I care, if well you really meant

What brings me care is negative remarks spoken_
Harsh words pour forth like rain released kinetic
Energy, power released never to be unbroken
Words that leave my heart's state of being semantic

Semantic=Affected role


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YESTERDAY'S JOYS

I thought about you today
If I saw you what I'd say
How'd things be right now
If I had never walked away

Would you take me back
If I came walking in the door
If I asked can we be friends
Would you long for so much more

If I confessed I was wrong
Would you let me off the hook
If I said I only sing our song
Would you give me another look

See, I was the fool, not you
No good as one, I needed two
Without a Lyric, the music's blue
Happy times have been so few

Has time now stolen my rhyme
I beat.. but where's the drum
I was ice cold chilled out cool
Had the cake now I'd take a crumb

I thought about you today
If I saw you what I'd say
How'd things be right now
If I had never walked away

Contest: Isaiah's "Pick A Title"
Date: 10-8-14


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A Mother's Son......For Dustin Cunningham

A smile that warms her heart.
 With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
 When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.

No one to listen or believe what he saw.
 For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
 And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.

A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
 Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
 Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.

After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
 But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
 She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.

She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
 She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
 Its not something her children could understand fully.

Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
 Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
 Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.

I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
 I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
 I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.


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End of the Bowden Reign

From Deion Sanders to Warrick Dunn
Bobby Bowden coached some of the best
Highly regarded by team and staff
The FSU coach withstood each test

With two national championships
And two great Heisman Trophy winners
Tallahassee fans basked in glory
Until the talent ranks grew thinner

Suddenly loyalty’s cast aside
Despite thirty-three FSU years
Just a few losses were all it took
To turn his fickle fans’ cheers to jeers

How sad Bobby’s been asked to step down
Glory fades fast; don’t rest on laurels
Fans want a young gun to take the lead
But he’ll never match Bobby’s morals

The coach who refused to cuss or quit
Gave Marshall his playbook when their team died
Best known for just saying, “Dad Gummit”
Bobby gave us all a sense of pride

He’s being forced out, no loyalty
Decades of worship stop on a dime
But he won’t be replaced easily
They say it’s lights out for Bowden’s time

The second most winning One-A coach
One of just four in the Hall of Fame
Bows out humbly in two thousand nine
Tossed like pig skin to the Hall of Shame

But I’ll never forget Bowden’s name
The players will miss his leadership
Bobby deserves respectful tribute
Not mean quips shot from turn-coat fans’ hips


Friends, Coach Bowden has been my idol for years.  He instilled spiritual values in his 
players while coaching them to season after season wins.  If this poem sounds "emotional," 
it's because his ousting makes me disgusted.


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Meet Rob Ford

Meet Rob Ford.
A panda in this land.
The Mayor of Toronto.
A hero they have banned.

A servant of Toronto
and maybe the whole world.
A will as strong as iron.
A faith that has been furled.

A man who loves his country.
Who worked for greater good.
A Saint who smoked a crack pipe.
An average people's hood.

The leader of a city.
assaulted by the press; 
Then kissed upon the lips.
when council was a mess.

A liar for our nation.
They cut him to the rib.
Exposing what is private.
The mayor had to fib.

Now rise up Mayor Ford.
Your wounds have all our names.
Your critics are of Hell
but your fans ignore the flames.

Your legacy is leaving you.
No council to administer.
But keep your faith as close to you
that one day your Prime Minister.


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DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


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The Truth About Lies

The truth about lies as we all know
Is they take us to a place so low
That place you hoped you'd never go
Where what we become, we dare not show

Where words are enemies unknown
They kill with no intention shown
Lies, bruise deeper than any stone
Always, at our hearts directly thrown

Trust becomes something that we fear
When too close to believing we get near
Lies like music, flow from mouth to ear
But much easier to tell, than to hear

Lies take our needing others away
You find yourself questioning everything they say
Afraid if you go down again, you'll stay
The truth about lies, they cause life's decay

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A heartfelt ride

My heart is on the ride, bouncing
Upon a masterpiece of art
Painted by His hand, taunting
Stroking brush across the canvas.

In the pursuit of a vision
He attempts to bring it to life
With His expert hand in motion
At time forceful, other times light.

He takes my heart upon a flight
Above a magnificent land
The measure of His love to light
The walls of its chambers, His plan.

Yet to ride the land He designs
Takes it through valleys and steep hills
Upon a thorny path hard to climb
But along with the song of two whippoorwills.

If not for the grace of seeing
The beauty of His will while it flew
It would have given up its beating
With the pain found in coming true.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.14.11


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His Hands

His hands are mesmerizing;
They move with easy grace.
With wide palms and long fingers,
He stirs this breathless place.
 
His melody is haunting;
It strikes my deepest chord.
His hands pluck at my heartstrings,
Touch regions unexplored.

I can't help but imagine
Just how those hands would feel
Playing tunes against my skin -
A world of notes unsealed.

He concentrates so deeply, 
Immersed in making art.  
And here I sit - Pathetic!
Jealous of a damned guitar!


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Eleanor Rigby

Rising out of bed as the sun peeks through the window
Eyelids are a fluttering as she looks towards her side
Another day to fear and what is she to make of it
She wishes it were night again, so easier to hide

Once when she was young she was playing with her dolls
Dreams of growing older with a family of her own
But the days went by and her reality became completely altered
To loneliness, despair, and no one there to phone

SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE and who is there to see
Visions of what could have been, her heart has turned to stone
No career, no wedding, no children, her world a tiny room
Gasping out her final breath, across her lips a moan

The hole is dug, the casket lowered, no one there to grieve
What life was this, what purpose here, as rain falls on the grave
Father McKenzie of the lonely, a tear rolls down his cheek
Eleanor Rigby, another soul his prayers have failed to save


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   IN ALL HONESTY I AM DISHONEST

Many people own what they refer to as a “cash cow”
A farm animal who produces milk to drink and make cheese
Well I am like an aged farmer praying for his last field to plow
And all I have is a cow who consumes cash if you please

Many people eat food that rots them from the inside out
I, however, use substances that rot me from the outside in
With certainty I am doomed by daily diatribes of doubt
The result of my walking side by side with sordidness and sin

Many people reap rewards from being reverent, religious and good
I, on the other hand, am plundered by impiousness and a lack of pity
It’s always been my plan to take advantage of those whom I could
And using fools who are foolish enough to find me oh so very witty

In actuality I’d decline a “a cash cow” for a small semblance of peace
The kind of peace I find only in devastating substances which sustain me
My sordidness is self-evidenced by sins that seldom if ever cease
And even foolish fools finally find the intelligence to disdain me
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My Untold Secret

I feel your eyes on me
As I turn and walk away,
Although you truly can't see
The reason I can not stay.

On the balcony you stand
For I know that I must part,
Your pocket will hold your hand
Only you have held my heart.

I wish that I had told you
From the start it was a lie,
Yes I'm married this true
That is why I've said good bye.


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COFFEE COLORED CLOUDS

I remember a time of damaged days
And nights of a negative nature
I recall those years of woeful ways
And an era of negative nomenclature

First those days spoke bright as neon
Every coffee sunrise glowed like her eyes
But then those days turned into nights of Freon
While cloistered coal colored clouds were claiming the skies

She’d offer me a cigarette with grace and aplomb
But doom often blooms where beauty once grew
Alas love begot a bride of anguish with ambiguity as her groom
While crooked Christians prayed in a putrid pew

Christians praying while unholy flames were fanned
Somewhere on a secluded and sun-bathed beach
Their prayers dissipated in a labyrinth of a lonely land
While the moon vowed me magic well out of reach

So let me recap for those who were otherwise distracted
There were damaged days and negative nights
Time was filled by a woman to whom I was far too-attracted
Until disaster duly devoured such delicate delights
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Falling of the Edge of the World

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year two thousand and six
Seven hundred and eighty four
That graced the lands we borrow
Were shown the extinction door

The Tasmanian Devil never nasty
To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land
The Dodo so strange a bird
Were in natures future plans

Twenty eleven now awaits us
Whilst us humans continually strive
Nine hundred and five is now the total
That will never be found alive

Us humans, before we go to sleep
Their falling of the edge of the world
But hey! we'll never change
We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd









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Grocery Shopping



Shopping for groceries is so much fun Trying to find things on your list Best not to go with wifey poo though For fear of a marital rift It seems we can never see eye to eye Bout products we need to try I go for meals that are microwave ready No coupons? Cathie won't buy We compromise meaning Cathie wins out Husbands usually lose in the end The only way to keep peace in the family On her direction in life I depend! © Jack Ellison 2013


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My Pain

I feel the blinding pain inside,
It rips my soul in two;
No matter how I try to hide,
My growing pain from you…


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Our unbelief

Far away as we can be from one another
As if separated by oceans and lands
Contentment resides when no matter
The distance, I believe in you to the end.

Expectations can alter the view
When a deed does not fit
That will affect that precious bond
That connects our souls, causing a shift.

Your disbelief widens the gap
And suddenly you see a distorted picture
That tears your insides apart
And your heart has been hurt.

But when you remember your belief
And you keep reaching out
Because you can't let go, though you grieve
Something unexpected is found out.

As wounded you are, another is hurt too
Your actions have caused grief
To the one you thought had failed you
Stricken by the pain of your unbelief.

Far away as we can be from one another
As if separated by oceans and lands
Contentment resides when no matter
The distance, we believe in each other to the end.

Soon we will be close to one another again
We will understand the gift we have received
Our bond will reach a strength beyond gain
Because our love overcame our unbelief.


By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.29.11


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Scars Left Behind

In the black of night they come to me.
The hauntings of old have begun.
Memories of hatred and fear
of such evil under the sun.

A tender shoot was I back then.
Blooming in the spring of my years.
I'll never fathom or understand
swimming in a cascade of tears.

Life had dealt me a difficult hand.
Innocence had been ripped to the core.
Shame and misery in my young heart
and I couldn't feel love any more.

Broken and drifting in a haze.
Crushed beneath his weight.
Silently screaming"daddy,stop"
and learning the way of hate.

Children should not have to cry
for safety and peace of mind.
Wee ones needn't have to worry
how love's cruel and so unkind.

These memories of way back when
have left their scars on my soul.
Through grace I somehow made it
though the heartache took it's toll.


written by Deb Wilson for Gail's contest






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We are ALL a little CRAZY

You say I'm a little crazy
And I heartily agree….
But this you must be sure of
Crazy's not confined to me!

We are ALL a little crazy
In all minds, a monster or two
A little bit of insanity
Grows and thrives inside of YOU!

The fears that lurk in the shadows
The voiceless terrors of day
The psychosis that lingers
That whispers, "You're not OK!"

Yes, I'm a little crazy
My mind’s lost in the abyss
I'm sure that I’ve seen you there
In that crazy land of bliss!

Yes, I need a happy pill
To get me through my day
At least I know my "crazy"
Is being kept at bay!

Yes, I'm a little crazy
I have a troubled mind
But don't you dare go and tell me
That I'm just one of a kind!

I know that you have issues
For you're human; are you not?
So don't pretend you're "normal"!
At times, YOU have lost the plot.

Yes, I'm a little crazy
Just look at me and sneer
But me thinks your brand of "crazy"
Is the one to really fear!!!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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I Am

I am a frightened spirit
I wait to be set free
I'm a prisoner of the darkness
that has always been with me
a side effect of the disease
in my infected mind
where conflict and self hatred 
are what I so often find

I am weakened by my journey
on a road that's been too long
in futility I've searched
to find where I belong
as the years accumulate
I can so clearly see
that I should have never been
there is no place for me

I am counting down how many beats
I have left in my heart
as I pick up scattered pieces
every time it's torn apart
the pieces grow more ragged
and more difficult to mend
when there is nothing left to fix
so will the carnage end

I am standing at the gravesite
of my dreams which have all died
acknowledging that I have failed
as hard as I have tried
I am slowly drowning
in a river made of tears
as I count the corpses
I've collected through the years

I am a wounded spirit
never wanted in this world
I have been shown my value
with each heartache it's unfurled
I am so much of nothing
and it's all I'll ever be
I'm waiting for the day to come
when death will rescue me

I am praying for that day to come
to hurry on it's way
for where I am not wanted
I do not want to stay
I am a tortured spirit
waiting for my life to cease
waiting for the time to come
when I can rest in peace

I am a summation
of the pain I've always known
a fertile mass of flesh designed
for malice to be sown
I'm a lost and weary victim
trapped in my insanity
I am a frightened spirit
I wait to be set free


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12 o'clock 12 o'clock 12 o'clock

12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock! How does one set the damn clock Had to put a sheet on my new clock radio To get the damn flashing to stop Thought I was smart, quite intelligent But technology has me all bamboozled Tried reading the manual that comes with the unit To comprehend, from my brain came refusal My smart ass ten year old nephew came by "Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it" A minute and a half later, the damn flashing stopped Felt dorkish and kind of a twit My fervent prayer which I offer without malice That technology buries this young geek In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls Till no longer he can get a night's sleep! © Jack Ellison 2012


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True Boredom (Englyn)

You have built a wall no one can tear down
because of your heart's woe.
You refuse to let it go.
Being free? You'll never know.


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OH HONEY, LOOK AT THE PRETTY PINK HOUSE ON THE ****ING CORNER

Is it all about two promises and two hearts set upon the same goal,
or is it more about two beings sharing the same soul?
Is it more about the places they go and the people they meet,
then wondering if a wife cries at night because her mate’s been indiscreet?

I mean take for instance backyard barbeques with Bill, Betty and cute little Billy,
after all, when cogently taken in with forthrightness isn’t it all rather quite silly?
Not today I can’t honey, remember I’ve a dinner date with that client from Argentina
But don’t say a word to the neighbors regarding what you know about Marge and Tina

Oh you mean those two sassy blondes with matching pony tails and pink rubber bands
Listen, you stupid old b*tch, don’t you get it……. that they do more than just hold hands
Well my dear, but we don’t talk of things like that in this glorious neighborhood
Yeah, well shove this someplace where it won’t do nobody a damned bit of good

So is it about vows lovers kept vying with promises one never meant,
or is about the spirit of sprites two lovers one springtime were sent?
Is it about nurturing, patience, tolerance, and finding favor with good
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Grinding Of Metal Upon Metal



The grinding of metal upon metal Is such a sickening sound Like dollar bills flying out the window It's off for repairs you're bound Times you dread while driving a car Hope upon hope you avoid Physical contact with another vehicle Your day is totally destroyed Happens many times every single day In the age of this frantic pace It's bound to happen, this aggravation An age that we all must face Who knows where all this is leading Will we all just turn into mush From this totally ridiculous style of living We'll be nothing but bits of dust © Jack Ellison 2013


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Pearls Before Glass

Behind the facade, angry gnashing of white,
Eyes filled with hatred as they flash past the plea,
Locking steel shovels powered by thew and by might,
Throw love's trust like freed pearls into the night sea.

The fiend, altered in form, while its rage to her known, 
Now desperately trying, his guilt to conceal, 
Whispers of innocence to lambs he now moans, 
As she buckles beneath the contempt they all feel.

As the gavel meets ice, the truth finally sown,  
Stained glass cuts deeper than glass with no zeal,
No longer hidden, the wounds he must own, 
But God will call forth the harvest to heal.

She prays her bruised heart will never grow cold, 
Looking forth to a time of deep sorrow with dread, 
If this hardship she faces brings glory untold,
Dare she ask it be given another instead?


YLE   Feb 2011


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          OVER RAIN RAINBOWS REIGN SUPREME

Glimpsed from an isolated island was freedom afar
Afar yet ever closer than the nearest star
There were tall green trees amidst supple and serene scenarios
Never a winter’s frost nor ever a freeze of ferenheit zeroes

From afar I espied a land with arms opened wide
Yet I was deemed damned and defied 
then denied by the detriment of stagnation
With assignation resigned to and reigned over by an abomination


Freedom afar flaunted its finery with forests filled by fancy feathers
Multicolored rainbow wings of grace and bells that ring of fair weathers
Coconuts, cocoa beans and chicken coco van
Where freedom is found for a most fortunate man

Alas, within the arms of an island was I stridently stranded
While with freedom flew those rainbow wings that ever so gracefully landed
Lest that island free my soul would its determination not reach its goal
And I would be willed to woe and worry on the whole

Yet stood afar a fantasy by night shone well its neon light
And I to only imagine such of freedom’s flight
Futile it would be to fight and flail my arms against the tide
Having been so efficiently denied and thusly defiantly defied

And still afar stands a forest with its rainbow wings aglow
As I upon an island stand with no freedom e’re to know
Nor a choice as to where and how I should one day go
on an island where wicked winds are withered not to blow
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Pill Poppers



Seems like we've all become A nation of ruddy pill poppers A pill for this, a pill for that Even sex, now that's the topper How did it finally come to this? The doctors are making a killing Prescribing a pill for a hang nail And patients are only willing Always trusted, the family doctor Upstanding pillar of society That was then, this is now Seems like a lack of propriety The code of ethics that used to be Are forthwith being ignored In favour of that almighty dollar An outgrowth we can ill afford Old rules have been abandoned It's all about the bottom line Say bye bye to professional ethics From another place and time © Jack Ellison 2013


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Hates' Jungle

Running through flowers in the glen,
Curly hair and golden skin shining,
Beauty  in the sun, fleeing maiden.
Gunshot sounds in the distance blasting.

A new dawn dying to begin.
Her mother lost behind her ... found.
Black ... bound and beaten by madmen.
But Bea ran faster than the hound.

War Between the States had begun.
Her hope soaring like an eagle,
Freedom glaring in the bright sun.
Brightened her way through hates' jungle.


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What Happened?

In high school did I die?
Oh but to give life a try!
Is it all part of God's dream?
Or should I just croak or scream!


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Buried Beneath Tulips

Sherry was a junkyard pup.
She loved to run and play.
A gift to me, lifted up.
A blessing came that day.

Down the play yard slide she slid.
She loved to roll in dirt.
Obedient. Never hid.
Played rough, but never hurt.

“Go find a stick.” my command.
We had fun at the park.
First I’d chase her, then she, me.
Her eyes had that spark.

My first dog at age nineteen.
Oh furry little ball.
Learned to count from one to ten.
She, a sad girl's cure-all -

My purebred German shepherd
Had purebred little pups.
Afterward we had her spayed.
She died, life's bitter cups.

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member contest: Pick a Pet
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts


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The Lover

It was a sultry summer day,
The air lay thick and still.
The leaves hung flaccid on the trees,
As if slumbering in a deep sleep.

No birds were to be heard
For they were hiding from the heat.
The awful quiet was deafening,
And the utter stillness unrelieved.

She pondered about her life 
As she stood silent in the field.
Oh, there is nothing new, she thought,
There is nothing but an interminable ennui.

Immense clouds hung still above her
Like enchanted continents in the sky.
Yet she missed each single one of them, 
Her eyes might’ve well been shut.

There was just emptiness, she thought,
And a tedious town, and a hollow life. 
Her mind was made up about that place,
She was right, she thought, and she would never budge.

She hardly noticed it at first,
For she was pondering her woes and fears.
It first tickled her earlobe,
Then it softly blew into her ear.

Likely a vexing fly, she thought,
As she swayed her hand next to her head.
But then it fondly stroke her neck, 
And slowly crept beneath her dress.

It tenderly caressed her legs
With the subtle touch of a satin sheet.
She scarcely felt it, and then dismissed it, 
And returned to tallying her hardships.

But it had come for her, from so far away, 
To be so readily refused.
It had rushed across valleys, ascended great mountains,
As only a fervent lover would.

Rejected yet not dismayed,
It refused to be dismissed. 
You are my great love, it breathed, and I am yours,
And enwrapped her whole body with bliss.

Seized from her cares, and in extreme delight
She swung her arms open wide.
And as she did, the aged world, 
Now a little new, appeared before her eyes.

But the merciful breeze had moved on.
It continued on its broad track.
The lover, foreteller of change,
And defeater of heat and murk.


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Behind this door

I found something
Closely hidden
Behind a door
That says; forbidden

Behind this door
A room full of mystery
Unknown desires
Ready to become history 


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More Pet Peeves



How about when stores jack up their prices Then reduce them and call it a sale I've been on to these devious practices for years Their attempt to bamboozle us has failed Annoying commercials that treat us like morons As if we're gonna fall for that stuff Like if you brush with mint flavoured toothpaste Your sweetie will greet you in the buff How about optometrists with really bad breath As they lean over to adjust that eye thing More than once I nearly passed out in the chair Need a sign on the door with a warning Or when you're at a game with the whole family And a guy gets drunk and obnoxious Using every cuss word ever known to mankind You wish you could muzzle this ignoramus You pay scads of dough for a vacation down south And it rains every day of your stay Your condo smells like the back end of a donkey A most forgettable vacation I'd say Well I'm sure most people can relate to these You probably have a bunch of your own Should be a service called Pet Peeves Anonymous Or a help line you could contact by phone © Jack Ellison 2013


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Poop

Poop
It's only a poem.
Don't use that word.
I'm trying real hard,
despite what you've heard.

Poop
It's gonna get better.
I won't be deterred.
I've only just started.
and won't be deferred

Poop
It has a great ending
and won't be absurd.
Not one that I wanted,
but one I preferred.

Poop
It's not very long
and won't leave you spurred.
Unless you read slower
than what I've inferred.

Poop
I've added a climax
that won't go unheard.
Unless you're much older
than what I've concurred.

Poop
I'm nearing the end;
in which I've conferred,
to leaving you something
I hope has recurred.

Poop
And now for the ending
to which I referred.
In leaving you nothing
Accept for the
BIRD


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Implode

It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate

Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way

The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds

Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong

The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent

I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn

There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers

Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate








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Is She the One?



It has become part of my daily life
Searching every female form , their faces
Standing in line or waiting for the bus
Looking  in a million different places.

Could that woman be the one who bore me?
And gave me away at my first breath,
What could have been the  compelling reason..
I'll wonder till the  moment of my death.

With time perhaps Ill learn acceptance
And stop wondering " Is she the one?"
Still I long to know the basic truth
I'll keep looking till my life is done.


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THE WITCH'S CAR

Once I had a little car.
I loved her oh so much,
But she was murdered by a man,
Who drove a big Dodge truck.

I looked around and finally found,
A car to take her place.
Who knew behind her pretty face,
The engine'd been laid waste.

She coughed and choked and gagged until,
She spit up chunks of carbon.
My husband bought her anyway.
He said that could be pardoned.

He said it was a minor thing.
He'd fix it right away.
It turned into a major bill,
That wouldn't go away.

It spent more time in the garage,
Than it did on the road,
And we were told to sell it soon,
For soon we'd need it towed.

Whoever'd worked under the hood,
For certain must be manic,
For from the looks of things in there,
He was no mechanic.

I felt so down, I'd spent so much,
This thing could not be worse.
I felt for sure that in this car,
I drove under some curse.

The ties broke as I drove it home.
I went right in the ditch.
I swear before we bought this car,
It was owned by a witch.





Actually what happened when the ties broke I was driving home on the back roads to keep it out of trouble. Suddenly the steering went all weird on me and I jumped a ditch and took out about 100yds. of some poor farmer's fence, barely missed runnning over a dog and finally made it home dragging about half a mile of barbed wire tangled under the car.
That tore it.
I didn't want that car anymore and refused to drive it again.Couldn't anyway. The ties were gone.



For Driving Me Crazy Contest by Paula Swanson


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Family Picture?

What is a family picture? 
Is it all for real? 
Are the people that you see
pretending they don't feel? 

Can you see their anger? 
Can you smell their fear? 
Do you sense unhappiness
in the picture that's so clear? 

We're trying to be perfect, 
to look a certain way.
A family picture says so much
when there's nothing nice to say.

You plaster on the fake smile.
You put your arms 'just so'.
You show the world your family
without letting your family show. 


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Hot Diggety Dog

Hot diggety dog, hear me bellow My ship's finally made it to shore It's left me agog this brand new life I'll be wanting for nuttin' no more! Never guessed I'd ever discover Friends I didn't know I had Just showing up from outta nowhere Claiming to be best buds as lads Folks always seem to gather around The smell of the mighty buck Popping outta the woodwork it seems Too bad, they're just out of luck Don't give in, it's a common old ploy It's as old as a Tracy named Dick Tell 'em scram and don't come back Urge 'em on with a little kick
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Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.


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Need New Batteries



Here's a story that's one for the books A tale that's really quite odd Turned out the lights in our hotel room And journeyed to the land of Nod Woke up next morning bout seven a.m. Anxious to get back on the road Packed our things and went to check out Started to get a feeling of forebode Doors to the lobby were locked up tight Not a soul to be seen anywhere Thought to myself this is really strange Usually there's people everywhere Noticed the watch on my wrist had stopped It was reading five fifteen AM Damn thing needs new batteries I thought So we get back on the road again Not a lot of cars which seemed a bit strange It was still pretty dark outside Passed a sign which gave the correct time And I couldn't believe my eyes Nearly ran off the road as I checked it out Five twenty-four the sign read The clock in the room was out by two hours Could've still been asleep in bed! © Jack Ellison 2013


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The Wind and My Muse

 
Today the wind seems such a saucy girl with mischief the main thing on her mind. She pushes, pulls and bends the bough Exploring each hidden corner she can find... Yesterday she was gentle and serene, Just a soft breeze to stroke your cheek. Swaying the golden poppies in the field And rippling the waters in the creek... My muse and the wind must be sisters At their pleasure they come and go Always leaving me to wait and wonder, Will the wind blow and the words flow....


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Wounding Words

words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?

but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater


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the whales and us

Blessed are the whales For people go far to keep them safe But who will save the future of mankind In a world so preoccupied with what's mine?


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L A V E N D E R L O V E

         LAVENDER LOVE 

I want to turn myself inside out
To end any doubt
I want to rip my body apart
So you can see my heart

I want you to view what beats only for you
Sustaining me as the silkiness of a silky love grew
Enchantment eloquently electrified us two
As one could see the sparks of red and blue
 
It was a night to be stored in the good Lord’s file
For when a child or the elderly require a smile
Then God consults you on what kind of a grin
“the kind of joy as we watch the merry-go-round spin”

Just snapshots like that, photographs on a wall
You, who gave me your most treasured and all
You taught me with embraces of lace and lavender and what love is all about
But to prove the worthiness of my heart I will turn myself inside out
         © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~





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NOT I ,THEN WHO

                  Not I, Then Who



Another blood bath. A bubbling bunch of innocence      
Shot down by an ogre, in brutal arrogance;                         
A busy mutter ‘The system is in pits',and done,                   
All sighed, time and again, lost  in deep reverence …                   

By lesser mortals a girl was quelled bestially, a mere decadence.      
Lost her life on board a bus, a public conveyance ;                            
said the folks again,’The system just feeds political hunger.’                       
Once more all sighed, time and again, in wrenching grievance.           

Thus, (we are) reclined in the cradle of excuses in ample luxuriance
Till one day a hurricane pounces, triggers petulance,                             
holds in whirls of life’s misfortunes. No trace of poised elegance.       
No sophisticated statements. No thick and proud prudence.              


No fondling of excuses in hands; Only pangs of helpless despondence.   
No claiming of those laid back excuses over forfeited chances;        
From all angles, volumes of consequences pry in variance 
No systems, no excuses; only victimized throes teem in abundance.     


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Mostly Good People



The world's made up of mostly good people Except for the lunatic fringe Too bad we can't just get rid of these jokers These yahoos have come unhinged! Send 'em away to some distance galaxy Far, far away from us guys Let 'em infect some other civilization We've had it right up to our eyes! It's a dream I know, they'll still be around When we finally close up shop But the last to go will be us poets for sure We'll utter the very last thought! The world's made up of mostly good people Except for the lunatic fringe My question is why the hell must it be this way Why are these guys so unhinged? © Jack Ellison 2013


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Stowaway

Lack of perspective 
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.

Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.

My appearance lacks 
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.

I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to 
my friend from above.

Care too much 
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.

A painful gut feeling may 
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.


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The Example

When I didn't see it your way
You Just couldn't let it go
It became your one focus
That is why you stooped so low

You made me an example
To fill your need to be right
Now the damage has been done
I've experienced your bite

You may have won a battle
Possibly even the war
But what you don't realize
We can't be friends any more

I can no longer trust you
You will never have my back
I know if I don't agree
I will be under attack


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free cee CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST dedicated to my mom who left me 18 months ago

CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST

‘Tis this stand I and swear to thee
Before she goes Lord please take me
That these eyes of mine born of blue
Not see the day when I curse you

She may not want now to stay
But first, beg I, take me away
Wherever bound that I may be
Please my Lord, first take me

Spare me the loss of a woman whose inner beauty shone
A lady unlike most or many grown
Forgiveness was her credo known
And pray thee I……..leave me not alone

Please cause not a rift far too wide
That my disdain shall not abide
My soul seeks solace by you, my Lord
But losing her is a price I cannot afford

So raise not an anger within me
That her son’s belief no longer be
So before her death be your decree
Please, my Lord, first take me
© 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
(words written in honor of a woman, my mom, Mrs. Rita Cohan, whose grace preceded her, and whose kindness was widely known)



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What If



no-one would ever imagine that she,
the old woman sitting quietly alone
drinking her morning cup of coffee,
had anything for which to atone..

yet , like so many others you know,
she has a secret or two tucked away..
words spoken in haste, more than one lie,
now in her memories, they come to play..

I am one with that quiet gray head,
thinking of the changes I'd make..
if only I  could go back in time
and undo just one great mistake..

I chose a path because it was easy,
Instead of  a more difficult way..
thinking now of "what might have been"
knowing that dream was of another day...



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Writer's Block

I tried to write a poem,
A little while ago,
But I couldn't find the muse,
The words just wouldn't flow.

I started with the standard stuff,
A poem or some prose.
But inspiration left me dry,
The floodgates all were closed.

So next I tried my hand at rhyme,
The nursery kind for tykes.
But all that came was trite and lame,
The kind that no kid likes.

Then after that I tried to pen
A couple lines free-verse,
But that attempt completely failed;
Results were even worse.

Thus, at the frayed end of my rope
I tried just one last time,
A limerick, I thought, was in my grasp;
Alas, it did not rhyme.

So that's the end.  I'll write no more.
My inspiration's flown.
I couldn't write to save my life.
My creative mind is blown.


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At a Loss for Words

Where’s that darn cocktail napkin where I scribbled my first lines
     The next verse was scrawled on an envelope tucked in my coat
Then Sunday at the beach, I etched a stanza in the sand
     After taking a swim, waves had distorted what I wrote 

The idea’s there; I have it, but I cannot jot it down
     As my eyelids grow heavy and into dreamland I’m drawn
Bits and pieces of poetry rush forth in dreams forgotten
     When morning sun streams through the room and my eyes greet the dawn

Profound thoughts they must have been to leave me with such despair
     Finally I sit at my computer, stare at a blank screen
Hours pass and still no words have managed to retrieve
     Sometimes it’s so frustrating I just hang my head and scream


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Walking Dead

Christmas and birthdays have now past.
The hustle and bustle is now done
The pain in my heart still does outlast,
Even though another year has begun.

Another year for me to grieve,
Another year for me to get through.
No longer the mom that is so naïve,
Yet my dreams I still pursue.

There are times I just feel
That I am going through the motions.
Nothing I do seems real,
Yet tears shed can fill all the oceans.

One day down and now there is tomorrow
For it is a day to really dread
As I am still so full of sorrow
And now I am the walking dead.

Yet, as dead as I am
I can still move on
Knowing I am no mild lamb,
Yet my children are still gone.

Maybe tomorrow something will change
Maybe, just maybe, I can smile more
And not seem ever so strange
Nor, hopefully, others I no longer bore.

I know I am a contradiction
Wanting more and grasping straws
Yet always speaking with conviction
Even though I am still so very raw.

Tomorrow is an entirely new day
Yesterday is now long gone
I shall continue to daily pray
While trying not to be withdrawn.

Yet, I am who I am
This agony I will try to shed
As tomorrow comes like a ram
I pray I am no longer the walking dead.


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More

Am I nothing more
Than an ominous date
A wisp of genetic wonder
A curse of conscious fate
Behold the burden
Nestled in newborn hair
Innocent eyes etched
Into life's coarse lair
Is there nothing more
Than this tactile plight
Torn tears of birth’s bliss
My fingers weep sight
Is she nothing more 
Than death’s deciduous seed
Baptized by superstition  
Comfort’s posthumous need
Who will hold her
When my embers grow cold
The walls of winter creep closer
And the silence grows bold
What have I done
This curse that I share
Too buried to breathe
Too naked to bare
How can I tell her
Forever stalks our door
That there is no tomorrow
For life is nothing more


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WHAT'S DONE IS DONE

You can't call back the things you've done,
Nor stop the words you've spoken.
Accusing one another now,
Will not mend pledges broken.

The past is but a memory,
Of old things done and over,
Merely shades of times gone by,
That cannot be lived over.

One cannot live one's whole life through,
Beneath a darksome burden,
To hurl dark spears of wrath o'er long,
Will cause a fearsome burgeon;

A growth that kills the good in life,
And leaves but empty shells;
It's best to leave the past alone,
Just memorys on the shelf.

                                      Judy Ball


"FOR WHERE ENVY AND STRIFE IS, THERE IS CONFUSION AND EVERY EVIL WORK."
                                                                                                       James 3:16

It's a lot easier to hurt someone who cares about you than someone who doesn't.


For A Fragment Of Life Contest by Constance LaFrance  -  Aug. 20.2011


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The Gulf Oil Spill Tragedy

Nature consists of balances ever so delicate
Eco systems and life hanging on the edge
Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it
Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge.

From deep underneath waters supporting sea life
Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves
When used, the pollution enough causes much strife
When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save.

We watch from afar as waters turn black
Terns and fish washing up on the shore
A mistake from which we cannot turn back
Oil of destruction continues to pour.

We can curse executives of the big companies
We can find fault with the slow political aim
We can cry, “Where exactly were the contingencies?”
But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame.

The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain
But have the lessons learned from it lost
So from this event let’s hope man can gain
The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.


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FREE CEE some wannabe poets words aren't as good as those found on public toilet walls










IS THERE A CORONER ON THE CORNER?

Life would be more temperate were i not taunted so by temptation
On every corner and on every god-forsaken street
For a weakened man such as i temptation never comes to a cessation
And believe me brother, I’ve been broken, battered and beat

I’ve taken my licks while simply trying to get some kicks
Find the thrill of stillness and temporary but tempting relief
I’m like a flame burning in the middle of a candle’s wick
Burning toward both ends with a soothing flame all too brief

The word “temptation” should have been made my middle name
Since I’m tormented by chasing that short but soothing flame
My lack of will power and detrimental desire are both to blame
And since that first shot in the arm temptation is torment I cannot tame

Living wouldn’t be such a chore had I some self-control
And life would be easier were my heart not so hardened by craving
A lack of restraint makes me no saint since sin has stolen my soul
And believe me my bleak brothers, my sordid soul ain’t worth saving
© 2009…..free cee!


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FREE CEE i lost my mom and lost my only ally

SH ME THIS IS THE QUINTESSENTIAL
WAY TO DO IT

Chances are I won’t be able to do this well at all
Now that my mother is about to answer God’s final call
The doctor assures us she hasn’t very long to live
And that is grievous because she’s always had so much to give

She was always quick to dispense whatever I might need
And advise me on things with wisdom’s words I usually did not heed
“Don’t do that Son, because you’re tribulations might double”
And true to her admonition I would only gain more in trouble

My mother, my mom, my rock and my salvation
And now her days are too speedily coming to a cessation
If only one morning she didn’t awaken to the dawning of a brand new day
That, for me, would have been a much simpler and speedier way

Easier when compared to the burden I now bear
Complicated by a massive amount of remorse and sheer fear
I understand how much more time she’s had than many others
But she’d have so much more time were I to have my druthers

Well, at least I gave her a grandson and his son to adore
Oh, but if only I could have given her so much more
More honesty, more happiness and so much more joy
But instead I’ve given her heartache since a very young boy

God knows this is a task which I won’t do very well
And I beseech God, “how do I do this, pray tell?”
I know His answer would only add frustration to my fear
Because the Lord also knows that this is a burden I bodily cannot bear
© 2009…..Rita Cohan’s loving son Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
With loving remembrances, hurtful remorse and the kind of love a son can only have for such a special kind of mom




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Barking Dogs And Screaming Kids



Barking dogs and screaming kids Can drive a person to drink There's nothing quite so disconcerting Worse than loud music methinks Hard to control a barking dog They'll bite you and rip off your leg Beating kiddies is wee bit extreme But it's fun watching them beg Go ahead whomp your child As long as you don't leave marks Strangling is definitely illegal though Welts are sometimes quite dark Betcha I'm gonna hear 'bout this 'Bout abusing li'l kids and all Really they're only minor injuries It's a blast to hear 'em bawl! Just kidding!!! © Jack Ellison 2013


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More Agony

My friend I want you to know
 That happy for you I am
As before the coming snow
 You will have a baby in a pram.

Your shower today was nice
 I thought I could handle it.
But my heart is not ice
 For jeaousy I feel this I admit.

I feel like a loon
 My babies gone
No lullabies to croon
 No being woke at dawn.

I thought I could handle this
 Be here for my dear friend
But there is gaping abyss
 And I do not want to offend.

This your day to shine
 And do well to not frown
And to not even let out a whine
 Though in sorrow I drown.

I leave the shower
 My wounds to lick.
In my own space cower
 Pain in my heart does stick.

I am now alone 
 I lay here and cry.
In agony I moan
 And in misery I sigh.

I really am a lousy friend.
 For how can I feel sad?
How can I make amends
 and tell you why I am bad?

No more baby showers for me
 I cannot do this
To much pain for this to be
 For me there is no bliss.

My arms do so ache
 For the babies that are mine.
How much more pain can I take?
 How much longer will I pine?

Can anyone understand
 What I truly am?
A mother in no man's land
 Whose tears have broke the dam.

A mother who misses 
 Her children each day.
I miss thier kisses,
 Their bedlam and fun way.

Why can I not heal?
 Why must agony sear
And my fate and theirs seal
 For this I do fear.

I thought I was doing good
 But as you can see
This pain gets me where I stood
 And still gets the best of me.


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The Truth

I wove a web of lies,
It came back for me.
Trapped me in its net,
Ripped me from my disguise.

I planted a picture of a smile,
It haunted me at night.
Showed me how forced it was,
Wiped off my beam of beguile.

I hid my pain in a jar,
But I got locked inside instead.
I panicked---- There was no escape,
But to let it out in a secluded bar.

I packed up all my secrets,
It flooded my mind,
Conscience bugging me,
Relief in cigarettes.

So I ignored the cruel world,
Hiding in my words.
This arrangement has worked for years,
Life's been just fine this way.


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free cee ROMEO AND OH WHAT'S HER NAME

              ROMEO AND OH, WHAT'S HER NAME

The only thing I know about love is how to say goodbye
I recall us meeting in a little park and you seemed so shy
You laughed when a duck waddled over your naked toes
and I pictured you with ribbons, buds and bows

we spoke the day away with ambient ambition
talking about penance and contrition
I heard the words from lips that seemed so true
and that day's wondrous gift for me was you

from the park we made our way to an old coffee shop
it was well past midnight as an old gentlemen pushed 
    a mop
we spoke about the world and the state it's in
and how penance and contrition come after sin

I loved you in a Romeo and Juliet kind of way
and will always remember that very first day
as certain as I am that birds can fly and then come to die
all i've ever learned from love is how to say goodbye
            © 2013.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Memory of a Lost Love

Memory of a lost Love

 
He sat, motionless, a hard static stare,
Sat there, frozen, to a small rocking chair.
Looked out over garden, so wonderful, so wild,
Bringing back the memory, of when he was a child.
 
Thoughts of auburn hair, emerald eyes,
Many nights spent, with low muffled cries.
No children to share, for impotent man,
Bed time rows, the tears that ran.
 
Love now gone, was such a temporal game,
Some amorous nights? So who was to blame?
Tears like rain for this solitary soul,
Such a resting actor who has no role.
 
She left him she said, "cause all was not fine",
For him, it was, just a matter of time.
Knowing of others, she'd seen for the night,
No doubt his heart was too broken to fight.
 
Although, outside, was now breezy, quite warm,
Inside his heart bled, so tattered and torn.
Clinging with care now, to what he had left,
Pictures, happy times, memories were best.
 
Where could he go now? He could not complain,
Sat there, anguished, was her victim inane?
Why are some people so selfish with life?
They make a bad lover, husband or wife?
I only pray that from such I am free,
Hoping in my life, True Love is for me.


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I Guess You'll Never Know

It always starts out so lovely,
Talking all the time - 
“Can’t wait to see you,
I’m so glad you’re mine.”

But time fades the colors,
And makes the petals fall.
What once was so exciting - 
Now seems a little dull.

And I know you’ve had your drama
From people in the past.
They didn’t see what they had in you -
Well, I could’ve fixed that.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

I just want you to know this:
My intentions were pure.
And if I’d let myself love you -
It would’ve been for who you were.

I’m learning every fairy tale 
Won’t have a happy end.
‘Cause now I’m sitting here crying,
Missing my friend.

And now we’re looking at a goodbye
Because you just cant seem to see -
Just what you could’ve had
If you’d just picked me.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.


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     WHAT DESTINY DOTH DECIDE

I may not have tomorrow
But at least I have today
I may discover sorrow
If you dare to walk away

Today may be my very last
No one ever knows for sure
I’ve learned little from my past
But I know the way I can endure

I simply walk on through grey shadows
And stroll on even when sadness calls
I walk on even when the road narrows
And rise whenever a weary man like me falls

I may falter along my chosen path
I may even have to alter my course
I may run into a vengeful kind of wrath
But I will forever fight on with force

Forcefulness may finally defeat my foe
Strength may stand me in good stead
Power may provide what I need to grow
And I shall grow so long as I am not dead

So now I have today strolling with you
And I also have yesterday’s vision
We know not what fate might do
But together we will discover destiny’s decision
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Falling and Cut

Falling and cut, the ground far 
The music box plays, winds blow
Her words lie, untruths rein being
Still dark and cold, the river flows

Yet falling on, the silence holds
The dancers spin, a dance in vain 
And it goes on, this life we’ve won
The sad song sings over and over she falls like rain

Where is the end? The black crash burns
Reality cries, and silence calls for collision 
Screaming mute and the fall still clear
To hit the bottom, a timeless decision?


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DONT EAT THE PURPLE ACID I REPEAT DO NOT EAT THE PURPLE ACID

      For Glory, who is no more….NO MORE DADDY’S HANDS

Daddy has his demands
Especially at night
And oh the size of his great big hands
Yet Daddy was deemed delight

But it hurts me when the darkness rules
And onto my bed climbs pain and humiliation
It did no good to claim him king of fools
Because he had a need to fuel his fascination

No daddy I’d beg with blood in my voice
And a plea that would go unheard
As for a little girl she wasn’t offered a choice
And mommy wouldn’t have believed one solitary word

There were no words to ease my pain
While I imagined visiting foreign lands
I’d close my eyes as part of my soul was slain
“Oh no,” I’d silently plead, “no more daddy’s hands” 
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 HOW DO I HATE YOU? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS

I bent down, plucked a rose and arose
“my dear” said I with sincerity
“my heart is open to you and will never close”
now, so many years later, I write to you with only *enmity

we strolled the boardwalk by the sea
a daisy of a day impossible to duplicate
people on the shore envied you and me
but now I write you with utter hate

you took me on a yacht and sailed to Belize
at least that's what you promised to do
instead you dropped me off in a frigid deep freeze
and that's why I have nothing but disgust for you

you took me to see the fireworks up in a amethyst sky
and yet my eyes were trained on how wondrous our future could be
for a year we lived like lovers until I found out your love was a lie
and since you still have a pulse i'd like you to know you repulse me
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Things That Irk Me



Here's some things that really irk me They must irk some of you guys too Loaded baskets in those Express Lanes My face turns a scarlet hue Imagine the gall of some irksome drivers Doing fifty in a fifty mile zone What is it with these bunch of yahoos? Probably gabbing on their phones! When you order a cup of hot java At your favourite coffee shop And it turns out to be luke warm at best You wanna give the server a pop! Another one of my little pet peeves Pill bottles that are made seniors proof You get a hernia trying to open these things The inventor was on some kind of juice! Playing along with the clues on Jeopardy Interrupted by some breaking news Unless the world is actually coming to an end It can wait till the end of the clues! Bugs me when some guy in a big fancy car Takes up more than one parking space These a-holes need to be straightened out Love a word with them face to face! Ahhh! It sure feel a whole lot better now Once I got these things off my chest Life is too short to let these things bug you They're minor annoyances at best! © Jack Ellison 2013


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               PAIN I DISDAIN MADE PLAIN

Upon a road of crooked adventure ventured I
With my words flowing from the forest to the naked plain
Two statesmen and one stately lady censured I
Claiming, perhaps correctly, that I was inane 

Upon a street that wound around a town I wound 
I had little in my pockets and even less of a chance
Ties had me bound while unaware to where I was bound
Tied to tumult and shackled to a circuitous circumstance

I chose to meander down a meandering lane
While my muscles made their misery very well known
Too many people claimed I complained about a malingering pain
But my aches were actual down to the very last bone

On a rambling road I rambled down a wretched road
While describing in detail my detrimental disdain
No one carried me but I carried a heavy load
While those people maintained  that I must be insane

I was strolling down some high rolling hills
Whereupon three strangers accused me of commanding them toward crime
I forced no one to do anything since I believe that cajoling kills
Besides the fact that I had neither the inclination nor the time

These people made their pertinent predictions perfectly plain
I didn’t ask them nor did I need to know why
They vowed I’d grow more insane from years of the pretense of pain
But they’re all very wrong since I have only one year till I die
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         THEY USED TO SPOON NOW SHE IS SPOON FED
He holds a sixty-nine year old spoon to her mouth
sixty-nine years wed
sixty-nine years in the same bed
he holds the spoon in front of her gray framed head
after all, sick or not, frail or not
the lady must be fed
and if anyone was going to do the feeding 
it would be the man who, for sixty-nine years she'd been needing
       gardening, growing, weeding
seeding the same garden for sixty years through sun and rain
69 years easing each others pain
one's devotion is only exceeded by the other

father and mother
with two men left behind
and always on their collective mind
the years spent stifling arguments and cultivating love
the many years they had to fix the roof above

his hand shook as the spoon neared her mouth
they'd began in the north but ended up in the south
no cold north wind to battle against, only to lose the fight
no snow to begin in the morning and still be falling past midnight
no white to fight against with an aging back and a contented wife
      and so for 69 years this was their life
and slowly he slips the ground up mush from a sixty-nine year old 
  spoon upon her tongue because she could hardly swallow
with no rule book nor informative guide to follow
each not fearing but expecting death
and so each dawn one would feel for the others breath

so spoonful by spoonful that 69 year old utensil was used for sustenance
he so amorous of her 69 year old divine countenance
and now he no longer recognizes the woman once so glamorous
he had plagues of his own
that he ignored
because a 69 year old bond had been grown 
so alas they would swallow their pride
let their Lord be their guide
the God who had protected them and stifled their temporary tears
and had been doing so for 69 years
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I Stand Here

I stand here and watch the changing of seasons,
a summer of winters, an autumn of springs,
I stand here in thought, not knowing the reasons,
to the meaning of life, how the caged bird still sings.
 
I stand here and watch as the years pass me by,
regrets of my past, what my life might have been,
I stand here and muse over one butterfly,
freed from the prison it had put itself in.

I stand here and watch as the dark turns to day,
the first glimpse of sunrise, a shimmer of light,
I stand here and wonder where clouds go to play
would they take me with them when day turns to night?

I stand here on guard while my inner self dreams,
of a world free of hurting, a life blank of stain,
I stand here and listen while my inner self screams,
with fear in his eyes and a soul filled with pain.
 
I stand here alone, memories by my side,
a flood of emotions, bittersweet in my mind,
I stand here unknown with the tears I have cried,
searching for answers in a world where I'm blind.


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BAD MOON RISING

Woke up in the night,
Unable to to sleep.
Thought to myself,
To the bathroom I'll creep.

Don't want to wake,
My wife like before,
As I quietly tip toe,
Across the floor.

Can't sleep at night,
Of late it seems.
I toss and I turn,
And I have crazy dreams.

I look in the mirror,
Above the sink.
Oh No! Oh My God!
I think I need a drink!

Am I going crazy?
This couldn't be worse!
I must have contracted,
A family curse!

I look like the Wolf Man!
Oh No! This can't be!
Oh say it ain't so!
This can't be me!

Then I wake up.
I'm safe in my bed.
No more hair than normal,
Adorns chest, face and head.

I look at my wife,
So gentle and sweet,
As she lays here beside me,
And quietly sleeps.

Then I look closer.
Is that long hair for sure,
On her arms and her hands!?
Oh there MUST be a cure!!


                                          Judy Ball


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Association of Chronic Bellyachers



When traveling a stretch of life's highway Does it feel like it's uphill both ways? Does it feel like winter's twelve months long? Do you work like a dog for small pay? Well welcome to a newly formed club The Association of Chronic Bellyachers We meet every Thursday at the crack of dawn We're a bunch of cranky “whine” makers No grins, guffaws, or laughter's allowed Could be thrown out on your rear We've a couple of burly guards at the door Wearing scowls from ear to ear So if there's really nothing that bugs you You ain't welcome at one of our meetings Especially if you're content with your life You could even end up with a beating We take this bellyaching seriously you know It's developed into a new kind of art The technique we've developed is really simple Happiness never invades our heart Now, if the real truth of the matter be known With tongue planted firmly in my cheek I'm really this sweet, kind hearted old codger Never gripes, never lets out a peep! © Jack Ellison 2013


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I’LL NEVER GET OVER A BLUNDER

I thought that it would stay that way
But fools like me are usually wrong
Then came that most horrendous day
A day that was twenty-four hours too long

Why, wonder I, did the sun have to rise,
with a dawn too bright for me?
Why did I open my wearied eyes,
only to face a nigh frightfully?

I had slept fitfully the previous night
Although I didn’t know why
I’d rue the day before and its delight
When rather than good morning I heard “goodbye”

I was trying to remain calm and stay cool
But instead the word “single” invaded my brain
Once again I would regret the mistakes of a fool
When beauty brought me to the brink of being insane

I believed it would always stay that way
With picnics and pink frilly under things
And so I would be left bereft only to say
That I regret the sorrow such a blunder brings
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Terror Within

Trying to make sense of senseless murders...


among the flock there seem to be
a few without remorse
they want their name for all to see
no matter what the course

so silently they await the day
they've planned down to the minute
misfortune soon has it's way
with the poor souls caught up in it

and families left to grieve alone
while a killer still remains
with empty eyes and face of stone
he most certainly is insane

but deep within his twisted mind
lies coherence with evil purpose
psychopaths aren't well-defined
yet another will surely surface


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        AREN'T WE CLOUD?

It wasn't on the tundra
where the scenery is plain
it wasn't on the dry and humid plain
where I went insane

it wasn't on the Sahara
where inhabitants and even the plants are lackadaisical and lazy
it wasn't where a steamy arid area causes rotting corpses
no, that's not where I went crazy

it wasn't in Pakistan
where a warrior can lose a limb or go blind
it wasn't where children sleep to the sound of missals 
surely that's not where I lost my mind

harkening back I think it was solely hearing the news
it doesn't matter if it's night or day
I hear about dead babies and the bullsh*t going on  
and it's happening right here in the great old U.S.A.  
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MOTIVATION IS ON VACATION BUT CANCER NEVER 
                         GOES AWAY

They give me only one simple answer
and that is “it's only malignant cancer”
so they ran out of my medication
and no one will help because they lack motivation

they must have known I was going to run out
of that there is little dispute or doubt
or perhaps they just didn't remember
but what if this happened to their family member?

I know what the answer is to that query
and it leaves me lethargic and leery
the answer is that family member would have his medication
even if the doctor was out golfing or on vacation

but it's only me, another victim of inconsequential care
and this is pain a person like me cannot bear
it's not the least bit right nor is it fair
and concern for me is retroactive and rare
                
so now I lay in bed unable to think
because i'm a boat's captain and the ship is about to sink
I never wanted to be a singer or dancer
and I never wanted people who would say “hell, it's only cancer”
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Our PS Triumvirate

Introducing our PS Triumvirate Carol, Susan, and me Born with a gene devoted to wee folk Living inside of we three Found each other after many long years Now everything else is forsaken A trio of souls like the world's never known Our slumbering minds are awakened One writes a poem that the other is writing With a similar title and theme Telepathic, coz how else can one explain Whatta strange phenomenon it seems So here's to us guys may we travel together Down poetry's path arm in arm Enriching each other and those that we touch With our talents, our spirit, our charm © Jack Ellison 2012 Our wish is that this poem inspires others to find their kindred souls here on the Soup


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                         AN INDIAN SHIVER

I really don’t know why she took it back
The lady lent me that which I now lack
Some men can abide losing such a prize
And to me loss, of course, is never a surprise

The lady loaned me life’s sweetest gift
Before we fell out of sorts due to a rift
It was a chasm I could not climb out of
And a cloud of cruelty I could not rise above

The woman imparted a large part of her heart
Until she rescinded a most pertinent part
She shared and bared her beauty but only for a little while
A fragmentary moment that was the function of her smile

The lady segmented my spirit seriously with her goodbye
She sliced my body with a disproportionate portion of a lie
What it amounted to was counted in the number of my tears
And now what she once lent me is tragically in arrears

I was a beggar who was never choosy in any way
And when I accepted her contribution it was a most wondrous day
She donated and denoted something that filled a huge empty hole
And now I have but a sorrowful souvenir to remind me of her soul
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On My Soapbox



Banks have it made, they use our money To make themselves oodles of cash Then pay us a mere pittance in interest How come they get away with this trash? Back in the days of old Jesse James Were the banks as rich as today? Did they rip us off like they're doing now? No wonder Jesse tried it his way! Is there no justice, is there no law That prevents such obscene behaviour? Are we always destined to suffer in silence? Will the government act as our saviour? Again on my soapbox and rightly so Common man doesn't stand a chance To retire in comfort like our grandparents did We've all got big holes in our pants What if we keep our savings in a shoebox Will the economy crumble and fail? The rich CEOs, the damn powers that be Should be served and locked up in jail © Jack Ellison 2013


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DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE?

It makes one wonder, it makes one think
It makes one’s heart begin to sink
Is He, will He, does He hear?
Does he consider a child’s fear?

I don’t know and may never will
Is He something or is he nil?
Is He someone in which to believe?
While a child’s mother is given to grieve

I am weary, I am tired
While in the muck of misery I am mired
Headlines scream but are silenced too soon
While I mourn yet another midnight’s moon

Where is He whom so many know,
while my fear and queries grow?
My questions mount like mountains high
Is he a fairy tale or simply a lie?

It makes one wish, it makes one pray
But where is that missing child today?
Newspaper clippings grow yellowed with age
As I highlight the words inked upon an aged page

It makes one’s hope fade like that ink
As one continues to wonder and think
There sit I amidst the pious in pews
As I begin to believe He must ignore the news

Some are found alive and some are found well
Alas too many are lost by the hands of a born-again hell
Too few of the damned ever hear a jail cell slam
And if He is real then I wonder if God really gives a damn
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                  A BLAND OLD FLAG

August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bare
When suddenly the miss went missing

I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so bland

She spoke of tomorrow in a wondrous way
And the Christmas we would finally share
I heard all the words she had to say
but then I heard what destiny would declare

Perpetuity ebbed away in a callous manner
Without so much as an appropriate farewell
No waving flag, and no appropriate banner
Only a sign designed in the depths of hell
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MR PERFECT

To know you is to love you.
You brighten my whole day.
Just what I'd do without you,
I really couldn't say.

Without you to guide me,
I'd not know what to do.
I'd prob'ly think I was okay,
I'm lucky I've got you.

Without you to point it out,
I'd miss most of my faults.
I'd probably just vegetate,
Eat chocolates and drink malts.

You tell me what to say and when,
And what I should wear;
You're quite a find I must admit,
That just shows you care.

You're so well informed and smart,
Not at all like me,
I couldn't do without you,
I really must agree.

Always there to lend a hand,
With "helpful criticism".
I'm so dull and dumb I miss,
Your clever witicisms.

You really ought to leave me,
But that just isn't you;
Because you're so long-suffering,
And your heart is true.

You're so good to stay right here,
And take such care of me;
Showing me where I fall short,
'Thout you where would I be.

You're such a little honey bun,
You fill my life with laughter.
The last time I had this much fun,
They'd just put back my bladder.





(Some people are so busy correcting the faults of their family, friends and neighbors they forget to take stock of their own. People like that don't get invited back very often.)






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Dissonance

restless heart in need of flight
the time is drawing near
future bliss within his sight
in the present lives his fear

what he has and what he needs
inhabit different pages
conscience shamed by guilty deeds
such sin has costly wages


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This was written in 2009.....I never gave it to him:

IF ONLY I HAD BEEN MORE LIKE HIM

A man of infinite intellect told me to start thinking about thinking
And believe me that his is indisputable intelligence
The only problem is too much of the time I am thinking about drinking
Or doing the distinctly dishonest thing with duly deemed diligence

So I decided to write these words for no good reason at all
The only reason for scribing this is because I felt it was what I was supposed to do
I’ve discovered it’s difficult to think when you’re banging your head on a wall
And thinking about doing the right thing, to me, is a concept too brand new

So I am sitting here thinking about thinking with dedication
Yet with perseverance I am perceiving the dark and the dim
This man of infinite intelligence spoke words with an important implication
And I am also thinking about my father and how advantageous it would be if I were more like him
Jeff!
Too late now, sadly


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MEET OR BEAT THE STREET

                        MEET OR BEAT THE  STREET

A dude must know the street before he or she wants to live on one
I don’t mean a house or an apartment on a street… I mean live on the street
You’d better know how to fight, how to surrender and when to run
And one should also practice being orderly and oh so discreet

There’s Old Man Joe and his friend Fred who seem okay
But if you own anything at all don’t turn your back on the pair
Because this ain’t just talk since I live here from day to day
And don’t come running to the other street dwellers if  you need someone to care

Ain’t no one on the street that gives a damn about you and what you need
Be it food, drink, comfort or just someone  to bandage you when you’re hurt
Sh8t, dudes on the street wouldn’t ebb the flow of your blood no matter how you plead and bleed
And then there are the rich who pass by and won’t give up a buck as they treat you like dirt

So I’m giving you ample warning and the rest is all up to you
Do anything to remain in that warm comfy bed
Because I swear on everything holy that the following statement is true
If you need to live on the streets you’d better have eyes in front and in back of your head
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My mysterious obsession

You're so fine,
How can you keep it all to yourself,
Stunning is where I'll draw the line,
Not that you deserve to be displayed on a shelf,

Face, stark in comparison to another, 
Perhaps you're just to gorgeous to behold,
Maybe this person is your brother,
Someday my attraction will increase ten-fold,

You're driving me up a wall, 
I've had about all of you I can take,
Please dear don't let me fall,
Don't drop me please, for heavens sake, as we both know, I'm sure to break.


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Goodbye, Hello

Five years come and gone without your heart on the line.
 Your voice has almost chased away all the sanity left in my brain.
Somehow you take up residence where there is a "no vacancy" sign.
 It still fathoms me at how easy this all was for you to feign.

I am so tired of trying to understand all these childish notions.
 True love is and always will be nothing more than a fairy tale.
I may have had better luck had I used Tarot cards and potions.
 To grieve for our horrible marriage I shall wear the blackest veil.

It seems as if I was a wife, but you were never ready to do your part.
 You can't have it both ways, either choose the wrong way or the right.
Why doesn't it feel wrong to you to toy with another person's heart?
 A marriage takes work from each partner and I no longer wish to fight.

I thought this was forever and I loved you more than you'll ever know.
 You turned the once warm feelings I had for you to hard stone.
I am no longer in love with you and I'm sorry I now have to let you go.
 Sadly, as I always suspected I was in this marriage all alone.


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Right Turns

Looking back in life I've made so many wrong turns
Sped up when I should've braked
In this environment I've learned to discern
Between who's walk is real, or fake

It's the little things that hurt, not the abundance 
but rather the lack of,
genuine actions speak louder than words
Especially when it comes to love

Hearing others spit your name on their tongue
baffles me through and through
The things they've said, when compared
appear nothing like who I knew

So much I question and would like to say
So much I have to ask
But I know it's not my place, 
And in this situation I cannot bask.

I pray you reach a point in life
Where you have no where to turn
So that you may reach out to God
And begin to evaluate and truly discern

We got off on the wrong foot
And there's no retracing our step
Our walks aren't i the same direction
And our new paths have been unkept


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FREE CEE tomorrows sentinel of sorrow

i clearly hear the echo of words that once thrilled me so
but that voice now belongs solely to the past
they were wondrous words that once filled me so
but that voice wove a spell that desperation cast

i was desperate to find a smile that sorrow stole
and desperation had taken it's toll on me
i was desperate to fill a darkened and hollow hole
yet the sentinel of sorrow stole the soul in me

your sweet smile said so many silent things to me
things i, for so long, had prayed to hear
and now the voice of happiness no longer sings to me
because then i heard words i was so afraid to hear

those woeful words were the sentiments of your final goodbye
you rehearsed and cursed me for things i'd never done
i stood by you until i heard your final lie
and i left hurting more deeply then anyone

it ws a fundamental falsehood i could not abide
and so i packed my suitcase and moved far away
sadly you've never admitted how severely you had lied
and that's why you are now the proud possession of yesterday
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Face in the mirror

The face in the mirror looks right at me
A dainty forgery I ain't acquianted with
Complete with a counterfeit smile
Perfect deception has found its niche'...

Eyes they say can never lie
Don't remember the last time they didn't
A dandy accomplice to my facial couture
Marked by a slick evasive glint...

The idyllic countenance...the devil-may-care
The proud alibis of my embrace with deceit
Being me isn't good enough...being true isn't safe
Ironical but true...feigning indeed is a feat...

The face in the mirror gloats my success
Blending perfectly in this masquerade of delight
With a silent promise to keep me afloat
A definite assurance to conceal my plight...



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I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY MY BROTHER EATS ELEPHANT DUNG

   ROCK AND STROLL

When we weren’t stagnant we strolled the street
While all we had to do was look toward the sky
Too many of us were weakened by blistered feet
As reflections of yesterday made us wonder why

On forty-second street there was a gallery of fools
Walk two more blocks and you were in torrid territory
Another four blocks to the east and there were no more rules
Because each one of us junkies were poor and predatory

I thought they were fools but we were the dumb ones
Stepping on melting tar or frozen cement
Looking out for knives, forceful fists and guns
And all the accoutrements which we had been lent

Whether it was Broadway during broad daylight
We did what we were forced to do
Us junkies were never looking to fight
While all the threats were bound to accrue

So don’t follow the pack of us to Needle Park
Because from there you become heroin’s slave
Neither should you follow us through Harlem in the dark
Because from there the next stop is one’s grievous grave
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Magnets

Free falling,
your ex is calling
You’re just stalling,
watch life falling.

Life is magnetic,
love turns kinetic
Her chest is synthetic,
her body magnetic.

Drugs help you smile
life’s not really worthwhile
Breathing’s out of style
on your face is death’s smile.


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I'VE CHANGED

You ignore my birthday,
Our anniversary too.
Most holidays just pass right by,
Without a word from you.

You don't say "Happy Birthday",
"I love you, you're the best",
Or wish me "Merry Christmas",
As you would a friend or guest.

Forget about a valentine,
From me you've had a ton,
And though I've told you many times,
From you I've not had one.

You hate to spend a penny,
If it'snot something for you.
You feel your money's wasted,
All my "gifts" are shared with you.

You wonder why I'm not the girl,
You married years ago.
I'm sadder and much wiser now,
You reap whate'er you sow.

                                       Judy Ball


Inspired by Russel Sivey's relatioship contest


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A Walking Thesaurus



D'ya know any people who are always right Are they annoying creatures or what? Wonder who made them this walking thesaurus They sure make my blood run hot Love to poke holes in what they're saying Proving that they ain't infallible Jump at any chance to prove these guys wrong To be right every time is impossible Engaging these people in normal conversation Is frustrating and hard on the psyche You wanna scream and yell naughty words And physically harm them, by crikey Best thing to do is just try to remain calm Dispute everything they are saying Drives them batty and they blow their stack As around the issue you go skating A naughty and devious man I am Get a chuckle out of seeing 'em rage Sure serves 'em right for being so arrogant Must be the attention they crave! ©Jack Ellison 2013


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You Don't Want to Love Me

You don’t want to love me,
You’re scared of giving in.
Just don’t want to take the leap -
Because of where you’ve been.

You don’t want to love me -
Because it’s far too real.
Because you know how hard you’d fall,
If you let yourself feel.

You don’t want to love me,
You’re scared you’re not enough.
You think we would fall apart
When times in life got tough.

You don’t want to love me,
I’m too close of a friend.
I’m different than the others -
Territory where you’ve never been.

In all your reasons not to,
In pushing me away,
In denying how you feel -
I think you’ve loved me every day.


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DID ANYONE SEE MY CAMEL, A CIGARETTE STUPID not an animal

      EXTRAORDINARY EXTRAMENT 
there’s only a very supreme segment of society who get it
This ain’t a planet, it’s just a floating orb formed of “sh*t
Now pathetic people are pissing on it and it’s going to turn into mud
Yet and still human beings are running around afraid of a flood

A flood?  Are they delusional is what I’d like to know?
Because a flood ain’t gonna compare to the fire and snow
What Job went through with locusts and boils will seem like nil
And quite frankly, I’ve had my fu***ng fill

I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I’m played out and weary
And a one world government is making me leery
“The New World Order” frightens me but not as much as Mack
Oh, Mack’s the dude down the street who lives in a makeshift shack

He only frightens me because he ain’t afraid
And he might also know from what this planet was made
My Grandson may inherit a world where peace and pride are a thing of the past
And if people keep perpetually puking and pissing on this puny planet it simply cannot last
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Letter to Mum and Dad

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life.
I remember you now as a good husband and wife.
Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still.
The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will.

When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue.
A far cry from the father, the man I once knew.
Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold.
Your hand I touched. That memory I hold.

Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away.
You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray.
I remember you most, for the love that you gave me.
Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee.

Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone.
You're the best parents in life, this child could have known.
So it's with you in memory, my life has begun.
I remain as always, your ever loving son.


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             A COMET THIS WAY CAME

You were a meteor streaking through the sky of my life
A comet that came to save me
You left a tail and trail of fire behind 
And all the wonder which you gave me

I watched as you glowed brightly above
Passing stars, the moon and the sun
My eyes were blessed by the sight of you
And I felt luckier than anyone

Born of the heavens, I saw you shine
As you etched brightness through the sky
I was the only one to see how intensely you shone
A body even the darkness could not defy

You were a shade of gold I’d never seen before
A shimmering and celestial soul to wish upon
But just like a comet you finally burned out
And as suddenly as you came then you were gone
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  THERE MIGHT NOT BE STARLIGHT TONIGHT

All too often we fuss and we fight,
sometimes we war from the morning until the night
so if you swear you want me to stay
then girl stop pushing me away

stop telling me what to say and what to do
I don't need to take directives from you
i've always been a free spirit and that ain't going to stop now
so stop screaming and take note of my furrowed brow

I can't fix this world for you in any way
but you can mend the offensive things you say
you want candy and roses but what do you want to give me?
The only favor you can do is to let me live free

what you don't get is there are other women willing to take me in
and that's all I think of when your dicta is sure to begin
close thine eyes and imagine your home minus this man
and i'll no longer be a part of your clan

so look into my eyes and understand what I need you to hear
stop all the bullsh*t or i'll be out of here
because I need someone who will make the darkness starlight bright
since all we seem to do is fuss and constantly fight
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Daily Despair

another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.

the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare

my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others

who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.


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FREE CEE apeteen seventy nine

      APETEEN SEVENTY NINE

I don't care if it doesn't matter to you
but it means a whole fuc**ng lot to me
you want to treat old black Jim as if he's a gorilla in a zoo
while I want to set the human being free

his grandfather spent years picking cotton in the field-
for a pittance as payment and a beating if he was late-
his grandfather ended up with scars that never healed-
and they aren't from a whip but rather from hate-

that cotton went to make debutantes look pretty on New Year's eve
with crinoline, ribbons and a tall dark and handsome beau
while Jim's grandpa was freezing in a cabin he was never allowed to leave
and the same went for Jim's black buddies Bill, John and Joe

they worked their fingers to the bone for payment in bread and a bit of rum
while Debbie the debutante looked lovely in her pink and purple gown
Jim, Bill, John and Joe tilled the soil all day long while crawling for a crumb
and if either of the four defied the master they were kicked and knocked deleteriously down

I know this all took place a life time ago
and that's the reason I have such hostility toward you
long gone are Debbie the debutante and her beau
but I will not allow you to keep old black Jim behind bars in a zoo
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free cee UNJUST JUNKIES

      MOM AND POP GOES THE DIESEL

There we were, four in the same place
where the only thing one could do was pace
you could pray from morning until night
four men surrounded by fright

to the left was a hard right to the chin
to the right was a man about to remove your grin
straight across was a threat we all ignored
but he was, for a good reason, called “The Lord”

he wasn't the son of man or born of a virgin birth
but everyone knew to respect this man who seemed to own the earth
it was four against fear and fear was winning
four in the same place because four had been caught sinning

it was a quiet summer afternoon with nothing to do
then we had a brilliant idea that came out of the blue
alas, we were all four of us were charged with the same thing for defying the law
because what junkie can resist robbing a mom and pop convenience store?
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The Day Dad Planned His Funeral

They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.

I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.

You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.

How do you plan your funeral? 
Were you as scared as I? 
What were your thoughts heading to the docs? 
Did you know that you would die? 

If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say, 
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! ' 


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(PART 2 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

A new chance has blossomed
Til the police pull up
She ain't feelin' too awesome
And her mind is made up

Chance to confess
To drop to her knees
But she's under all this stress
And she runs with the breeze

With a click and a blast
She screams her last breath
Chance for redemption at last
But she still chose death

Not a single angel sings
As she walks up to the gate
She wonders if she'll get wings
Or if damnation is her fate

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

All the mourners stand back 
As she's buried with a rose
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

So if life hands you trouble
You have to think twice
Or you could die bleeding in the rubbel
Payin' your high price

You could have a knife pulled on you
Or a bullet in the head
But we all know one thing is true
You could end up dead

You better remember this girl
All the s*** she went through
Don't let your life unfurl
Or your soul could be due

Life comes with pain
And life comes with tears
But don't hop on that train
To run away from your fears

Remember this crazy train
Is on a rickety track
And once you enter the wrong lane
There ain't no turnin' back

I know this 'cause I've walked on the path
I held this girls hand in the dreams I once had
Now I stand back looking at the aftermath
I'm lucky I lived, but it's hard to say I didn't like doin' the bad

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

One of these days you might need to think back
To this little girl's last night of woe
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...


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Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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free cee GO AHEAD AND PHOOL YOURSELF BUT IT COULD HAPPEN

           THE FACT REMAINS

They need to have an excuse or else they look guilty
so they choose a group who seem easy pickings
and so they go after the deep pockets
then decide to give them and their management lickings

they'll kick them in the shin and the jury will see
they'll describe audio foolishness in detail
while the defense will use a tactic so the truth will out
and in their eyes they simply cannot fail

so they show and play the evidence
while 13 people don't detect a thing
but it's important for both sides to win
it can mean money and all that it can bring

so they listen and re-listen and listen again
listening to it backwards where idiots hear “shoot yourself in the head”
of course the parents are going to defend a well raised boy
but it's not backwards audio, it's the parents fault little billy shot himself in the head
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Fall

A toddler's stumble, a parent's catch,
he'll walk alone so soon.
Freewill negates most every latch.
No song without a tune.

Now adolescence binges nightly.
Some see a future bleak.
Those who can't their minds closed tightly.
Deaf minds will never speak.

Middle-aged, depressed, he paces.
How did he lose his edge?
Frozen feet, yet a mind that races
while he's stepped out on the ledge.

For reality now he sees more clearly,
and present cannot be past.
For no one wants to be just nearly.
In the human race, first is last.


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History Lesson

crimson mist in the Dallas sky
a frantic wife's mad dash.
the world watched as we cried
hope gone in a flash.

brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
a murderous fan fulfilled his curse
does lunacy ever cease?

perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
religious zealots who had no pity
their resting place is hell.

so look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
as long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.


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    LOST AT AN EXORBITANT COST 

It's very easy to get lost
and double crossed
people eager to lend a hand
but they don't understand

they do not comprehend the scheme
only an outlandish dream
nightly visions of becoming rich
while all the while they know that life's a b*tch

it's very easy to choose the wrong guide
or find a place wherein to hide
you want to go north but you're guided to the south
yet you realize that presuppositions are all that come out of their mouth

there are so many paths, some lined by snow
some lined with green that by natures design will grow
some trails lead to the deciphering of a code
others lead to a dead end road

it's very easy to lose your way
just listen to what a lot of losers have to say
most of them definitely don't know jack
but the most difficult part is finding your way back 
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free cee FIRST

             FIRST

When love first was new
When I first heard love’s bell
When the whipping wind first blew
That’s when the rain first fell

When love poems were first penned
When she first neared
Alas the rain didn’t end
And the clouds never cleared

When laughter was shrill
When smiles never faded
When love first became nil
Since silence invaded

When afternoons first met the moon
When our song seemed so splendidly right
When secrets soured a temptress’ tune
When a silken bow bedecked day bowed to an empty night

When love first felt free
When doves first took to fly
When dreams first couldn’t be
When her first hello became her final goodbye
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Twisted Love

Summertime blues
in the middle of fall
I'm faced with a problem
I can't fix at all

Sleep is hard to find
My feathers are bent
writing you love letters
that I hope get sent

My laughs are covered
My smiles are sick
Sun set suppressed emotions
that have yet to click

On bended knee I'm leaning 
praying to above

With a kiss
I tell you this

"You are the one I love."


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FREE CEE there is a law to pick up your fog's crap

IF THIS DOESN’T PRECLUDE HEAVEN FOR ME I DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL

Pray tell
The answer fell ostensibly and sensibly into my metaphorically little lap
It’s as if I’ve been in a stupor
for I now realize that this planet Earth is akin to a cataclysmic-ally large clump of crap
And God has a god-damned super sized pooper-scooper
While small pieces of the sh*t fall off by the thousands a day
Those castoffs are called people who die
Due to the maniacal, menacing and mindless men who are called upon to lie
So along comes God with his disproportionately large pooper-scooper
And His implement is imprinted with the impertinent words, “The End”
So the omnipotent omnivore obviates oblivion
An omnivore because God will eat almost anything
But for the sh*tty remains of lives once lived that end up the poop in His pooper-scooper
Besides, the poop looks too much like pudding or jello
when say hello when they really mean good bye
And everyone knows that God doesn’t care for pudding…….
Jello is more is style
because it resembles stuph that comes out like bile

At the end of the Holy Bible are scribed
“The End”
For instance the end that came yesterday at four o’clock P.M. with the death of my dear friend
He was scraped off the bottom of this clump of crap we call Earth
Perhaps now he is headed for the reward of rebirth
Or the curse of it
Because God knows there’s a lot of soul scorching sadness to this sh*t

But wait….
Based upon my realization is the supposition and recognition that my friend was just a fragment of the earth’s sh*t
and I don’t dig it even a little bit
So let me revise my theorem with a serum of sense combined with sanity and say
Between my Heavenly Father and I exists a gargantuan gap
So my new theory is that God Himself is a clump of crap
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free cee MY ADVICE TO VIENNA

     MY ADVICE TO VIENNA 

ain't much to living except to keep breathing
in, out, in, out and just continue
ain't much to dying
just stay under water until you turn blue

ain't much to getting around
especially if you own a car
simply put  some epensive fuel in the tank
and depending on how much you buy it will bring you near or far

ain't much to loving
just fight and make up in bed
you'll forget what the fight was about
and keep doing that until one of you is dead

ain't much to living
ain't much to dying
but what happens in between is what matters
whether you keep on laughing or die crying
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SORRY VIENNA, BUT YOUR NAME IS THE ONLY WAY I GET NUMBERS PAST 10 thanks ~f!~


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The UFO at Cary Forest

Nestled among the trees in a primitive campsite,
A cub scout and his mother were on their third camp-out.
The tent was pitched; double foil wrapped food was cooked just right.
The young campfire cook gave his skills a great workout.

In the past they had stayed there several days at a time.
Driving through the forest just the mom and her young boy.
Thinking about those days brings back memories sublime.
It was a lot of work, but brought them so much joy.

Nights were spent listening to the serenading bullfrog.
At dawn, she photographed wildlife while he made bird-calls.
One morning when they came around the bend in the fog,
A long-necked majestic doe stood tall and enthralled.

The angle was such that she could not get a good shot.
So, she handed him her Cannon; he aimed, then, clicked.
It would be days prior to seeing the picture he got.
She and her son took pleasure in the woodlands frolicked.

In the hours of darkness they finished playing cards.
Their lantern was glowing; it was time to go to sleep.
Outside there was a whirring they could not disregard.
The mother turned out the light; whispered, “Don't make a peep!”

Her heart was pounding faster and her eyes opened wide.
She was afraid to move, but tried her best to be brave.
She unzipped the tent slowly and took a look outside.
The unlikely sight she saw gave her heart a shock wave.
 
Up in the sky was a circle of lights… humongous!
The outer ones were orange and the inner ones flashed white.
The sound was so loud that soon the boy became anxious.
With a quiet hush she said, “We're going to be alright.”

All she could think about was fear and their abduction.
Teenage daughters, not camping, needed her to survive.
She was so terrified her mind could hardly function.
There was nothing she could do to get out of there alive.

Would sharp-witted life forms from outer space understand?
She had no choice but try; inside she shed silent tears.
Begging aloud to the alien craft, words unplanned.
Daughters, with no one to tend them would struggle for years.

When she explained their situation, the noise ceased quickly.
She peeked outside again to see only stars in the sky.
He, now a man, was not allowed to look out…hazy.
She thanks God for the night the aliens went bye-bye.

©  October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

P.S. Years later, she saw the same craft in NASA space photos listed as something not 
seen before…unidentified!  When she went to show her husband, the picture had 
“disappeared!”


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Bloody Ridiculous



Into each life some rain must fall But this is bloody ridiculous Folks on the corner are building an ark Their workmanship is quite fastidious They seem to know something is up Like a scary upcoming event Hasn't stopped raining for about a month Sometimes gets really intense Not used to this miserable rainy weather Where the heck did winter go? These dismal skies can be so depressing What we need is piles of snow Whoa is me, I'm sounding like Eeyore I repeat, this is bloody ridiculous I used to be such a happy old soul The gods have become unscrupulous © Jack Ellison 2013 The forecasters are predicting 55°F today... this Canada in January!!! What's up with that???


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The night keeps falling into the stars... (Feeling down)

The night keeps falling into the stars
And the dampness drags on the grass
Somewhere there is music and laughter
False and foreign, they falter

I wish to look nowhere
Casting my eyes adrift
To throw out all worldly cares,
With no memories to sift

Ask me to lay my life to waste
To do nothing in haste
Send away all the familiar faces.
Go back two or three paces

Until I can believe again
Let my soul just be a stain
Or another sad song's refrain.
Let me be alone in the rain

When the heaviness in my heart
Tips the scale in too much pain
I'll brave myself to pull out the dart,
And watch the month's moon wane.


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Apology

I apologize

Sometimes I seem to get it wrong
And write my words in haste
And now I write this poem on down
With a kind of blood red face

So me, I now apologize
I’ve thrown this poem away
So please cast it from your mind
Forget what I did say


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OF COURSE I KNOW THE SOURCE

The most difficult part of the day is the dawning
I sail through the rest of the day with ease
When the nighttime arrives I fear the morning
And pray that four hours flies by like a breeze

The kind of breeze that wipes the sweat from your brow
Not a gusty wind that musses one’s hair
An easy and breezy blow that only the afternoon can endow
But from four A.M. until midnight life seems unfair

First it’s the radio, then music and the TV.
I’m up three hours before the sun takes its bow
But in those early hours it’s not easy to be me
And repeatedly I ask what I’ll do now

I hear people sing of peace and the sunshine’s grace
They tell me about the happiness for me so long ago faded
Then I look in the mirror to see a grizzly face
And I need a shave but my mood is too degraded

Shave, sh*t, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed
Many people sail through the morning on an open course
While I suffer the crazy thoughts inhabiting my head
And if the day deals me delirium its morning is the source
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          ONE DAY IN MAY

I didn’t hear the call that day
Instead I chose to fall away
I didn’t care what it had to say
Instead I chose to join the fray

It was a humid day in May that year
When a call came to make it clear
That warning fell on a deafened ear
When woefulness approached all too near

Today I recall that day too well
It’s part of the reason I’ll wretch in hell
I had a great deal of problems to quell
And so I fell under a specious spell

That call was ignored by a worrisome mind
And two blue eyes demanded blind
It hurts to look ahead as well as behind
For a meager junkie, me, the undersigned
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Dancing with the Guilt Queen

Dancing with the guilt queen
swaying in the dark
loaded lead and magnetized
with trouble in my heart
She won't stop the music
or let me catch my breath
She's told me it's a contest
We dance until the death
Spinning world is listless
My feet catch fire and burn
She dips me into tear pools
We turn, and turn and turn
Dancing with the guilt queen
a brutal thing to do
I am my worst enemy
I'll bet that you are too...


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FREE CEE hit the snooze button i think there is time to fix what is wrong

HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON SO MAYBE WE CAN STILL HAVE TIME TO FIX WHAT IS WRONG

Suddenly the warring had come to cease
and we were all drenched in the glow of peace
everyone simply laid down their weapons and embraced
and it was His ultimate truth they all finally faced

war brought only moans, groans and tears
a world wherein the children are born of fears
no more ducking under a desk for the sake of a bomb
a giant cloud of afterthoughts suddenly caused the calm

and there would be no storm to follow
no rain to ruin but a great wind held hollow
we waited for the three white horses
all of us set for different courses

for we were finally free
free as in to free to be what you always wanted to be
He promised us miracles in Revelation
while me and millions of others were filled with elation

so the day had finally arrived when the righteous would be resurrected
and the enemy was easily detected
we outnumbered them a thousand to one and we heard the Holy One as he spoke
there was finally an end to violence, 
at least until I awoke                    
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Why Can't I Be Happy?

Why can't I be happy
when the world is at my door? 
I have all that I'll ever need.
I couldn't ask for more.

Then tell me why I'm empty.
Why do I feel so low? 
I wonder what is wrong with me
and if I'll ever know.

My brain say's 'stop debating..
you over-think too much! '
But, my heart just screams and begs for things
like time and things of such.

The little things I'm needing.
Just little, thoughtful things, 
not the fancy houses 
or the cars and diamond rings.

Maybe I'm just greedy.
I should be satisfied.
So I will do just like I should.
My feelings I will hide.

Perhaps I am too different.
I feel my heart can't show.
I fear I'll always be this way...
deep in sorrow when no one knows. 


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The Quest(ion) remains

“Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
Because it feels so good when I stop”


Searching fulfillment in each written sentence
On route to becoming a great moral being
Voids of feeling should start with repentance
Relaying the outcomes to all that I’ve seen
I stumble and rise as I journey forward
When obstacles bring me to stubbing my toe
I persevere ever through each raging torrent
And question the norms of the status quo
I climb as I bang my head against walls
Halting progression to sky phases next
I carry on further the burden to fall
Blinded in ventures through mazes perplexed
So why do I torture myself it may seem 
Continually beating my way to the top 
The fight for the cause does justify means
The shifting of balance feels best when I stop


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   MY GIRLFRIEND SAID TO DELETE THIS

I asked her to travel with me
from the east coast to the west
I promised the trip would make us feel free
“so please, join me on a restful quest”

we began in Jersey while snow was on the ground
headed for the west where the sun goes down last
we didn't really care to where we were bound
but I recall the desert being blistering hot and viciously vast

along the way we saw a hitch hiker with her thumb held out
she looked young, innocent and with striking good looks
my spouse did her good deed, fancying herself a girl scout
and even though my wife picked her up the trip was going by the books

at one point I pointed my eyes to the back
and there sat a young girl in a very short skirt
if tantalizing is a talent this girl had a knack
then I realized I was driving and had better stay alert

we continued on and at one point my wife had to pee
and that's when I found out why men do what they do
no one could have predicted what came to be
after I frisked her fresh body while looking at eyes of blue 

my hands and lips wandered everywhere
and we made love like my wife and I hadn't for years
in the back seat moans and groans were all you could hear
cooking in the car under a southern sun that sears

we had just enough time to make a decision
somehow my wife had to go
to I took out my hunting knife and made an incision
and my desire sliced her from head to toe

that young girl and I made our way to the west
making love and making believe my wife's death didn't occur
all I know is now I'm spending life in jail at the judge's behest
and now I don't give a sh*t what happened to her
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Cheaters

F***ing to the rhythm
of compulsive lying
But not giving a s***
‘cause we know we’re all dying

Corruption of love
all temptation and sin
Condemnation to Hell
only makes her grin

Romancing your mind 
making your heart pound
The guilt sleeps in your brain
not making a sound

Just the purr of her body 
draws your attention
Then you are fully addicted
to her bad intentions

She knows what she does
and she’s f***in’ good at it too
Just watch yourself crumble
her next victim is you


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   A BALLOON FALLS TOO SOON

The same way a balloon eventually deflates
the way it falls fleetingly to the floor
the same way some items arrive in damaged crates
that's the way a lover sometimes decides to walk out the door

one day a balloon is flying high into the sky
the way it dances amidst clandestine clouds or the sun
that's the way a lover sometimes is forced to say goodbye
and has to admit that what was meant to be is finally done

when one lover takes that balloon and punctures it with a hole
and the air escapes with determined arrogance and hate
that's the way escape becomes one lover's ultimate goal
and the other learns the meaning of the word “ingrate”

it starts with ingratiation
Then somehow the other one becomes a prestidigitator
It begins with respect and adoration
then ends with dirty words not too much later

just like a balloon the air runs out and what once floated falls to the ground
but I suppose that's what happens when one's ego goes out of control
so the balloon can no longer seek freedom found
and one of them is responsible for puncturing the hole
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Nocturnal Hell

Darkness falls like acid rain
upon my sleepless eyes.
A deeply burning visceral pain,
the torment that denies

my soul of rest that cannot be,
too much stirs deep within.
And what's plain to all I cannot see,
despite such papyraceous skin.

The body screams for sweet relief,
but the mind just has to purge
dark thoughts and verse beyond belief.
From cryptic neurons they emerge.

So slumber waits another day
that quickly fades to night.
There's no amount I wouldn't pay
to be awakened by morning's light.


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Story of My Life

A tear fell today,
The first one in a while.
I had made a promise
To only think of us a smile.

I'd say I'm sorry,
And I won't do it again,
But I'm sure I'd be lying,
Because when I think I can't, I can.

I can still cry a little
And miss our happiness,
Especially on days or in moments
That are even close to this.

Every night I dream
Of when we'll be happy together
And every day I wake
To the reality that you want her.

You tell me everyday it's temporary.
You swear that it's all for the best,
But it hurts because I swear you're lying.
I think you are just like the rest.

I thought you were better than that.
Sometimes, I think I still do,
But then a day like today comes up.
Story of my life. It's nothing new.

You'd think I'd be used to it.
I'd adjust to ruining my own happiness,
But I honestly don't think I could ever.
I don't want to get used to this.


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PROLOGUE TO POETRY:  THE WORST THING TO DO IS THE FIRST THING I DO

This is a poem entitled:
A CLINICAL PSYCHOLOGIST IS COMING TO MY ABODE TODAY SO I SUPPOSE ALL CLINICAL PSYCHOLOGISTS DON’T JUST WORK IN A CLINIC OR AM I ONLY BEING A CYNIC ?

Woman, I want to talk to you for real
I want to describe a thorough lack of motivation and zeal
I want to paint a picture with brushstrokes a mile wide
I want to explain that which results from something deleterious upon which I decide

I want to tell you a bit about the other wise lunacy of my youth
And a great deal about when weakness caused me to become both curt and uncouth
I want to describe needles, blood and a flood of frightful feelings
While I recount the scum bags with whom I’ve had dealings

I want you to hear about a child that became a man all too soon
It happened in a cheap hotel on a most fateful afternoon
I want to tell you about the first time and the way in which it felt
And some more about all those scum bags with whom I have dealt


Woman, I hope you will believe in the truthful things I am urged to say
Because I need to speak to you in a blatant and brutal way
So please sit there and hear the monologue of a monster made of mistakes
And a soul formed by the spirit of evil with a heart that too often breaks
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     I WISH I KNEW WHY I WAS SO GOOD TO YOU

I was so good to you
because you were to good to be true
it felt so natural just holding your hand
and embracing you felt so grand

then he came along out of the blue
the man I warned you wouldn't be good for you
he'd either make you sweat, regret or cry
and when you play with his lady white you could die

i'd been down that road for eight years
and I told you the man could drive you to tears
but then I took a detour and got away from the fears
and I spoke words only an intelligent being ever hears

so heed these words I now speak
beware of the man I beg you not to seek
lady white and Mr. Man speak words untrue
while all the time I tried to be so good for you
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    IF I WAS THE FATHER OF A GIRL I'D KILL THIS DUDE

Okay, so I’m walking down the street today
Strolling on the sidewalk and simply on my way 
Suddenly my eyes espy a truck being driven by some scumbag
He was driving while transporting some dumb hag
In any event, as he ever closer neared
It was just as I had feared
It was just another scum bag, not the  scum bag I had thought
So my actions were naught
Now listen to me and get your mind off some dumb hag
It was the wrong scum bag because if you ask me all men are scumbags
And all women are only potential recipients of sexual gratification from some scum bag, whether the scum bag uses a scum bag or not
It all depends on what the scum bag’s got
The scum bag has not a scumbag if pregnancy be his plot
If, however, freedom is his pleasure then the scum bag has a scum bag and will use it
Unless, of course, as regards the scumbag using a scumbag, the recipient chooses to refuse it
And listen all you scum bags, after you use the scum bag please don’t re-use it
And if you want my opinion I will tell you who I think is the worst kind of all scum bags
According to me and the majority of some dumb hags
The biggest scum bag of all is the scum bag who has Aids and doesn’t use a scumbag……man are those scumbags scum bags
Those scum bags should nurse at the nipple of some dumb hag
Those f*cking disease spreading f*cking scum bags who f*ck without a wearing a ****ing scum bag!
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Adios Pamplona

In Pamplona at the Running of the Bulls folks will cheer,
stampeding through the Spanish city as fast as they go.
The great kick some people get running with bulls in the rear
may be a matador’s dream, but it’s one I’ll forego.

In nightmares I’m racing, feeling the pinch of their horns,
I break into night sweats because I fear being trampled
and then I awake feeling like my butt’s stung by thorns.
(It’s not an experience you’d choose to repeat once sampled.)

Few of us have mastered the skills a matador has honed;
many injuries and even deaths have been reported,
so my trip to Spain once planned has now been postponed.
Instead to a Caribbean villa I’ll be transported.

As I lie on a beach holding a pina colada,
I’m sure I’ll catch 40 winks and the dream will repeat.
And I’ll ponder how Spain invaded with their armada
when this centuries old race left some trampled on the street. 



*Written February 8, 2012 for Paula’s “Trample” contest


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Beware The Honeyed Tones

The whisper of my name, kisses my ears as it lands on the breeze
Gently caressing my senses, each one of them to tease
Falling from the sky,  like the dew drops in the mist
Face turned up for dew drop kisses, not one is to be missed

The dew drops fall as tears, rolling one by one down my cheeks
I catch them and hold them close to keep me happy through the week
The only other thing I have to keep me happy through the day
Is knowing that I have you, even though you are far away

My heart you know is yours, you promised to keep it safe from harm
There are impostors trying to take my place and your feelings for me disarm
They creep on in with honeyed tones and flatter with dubious lips
Remember though it is my hand that sooths away pain with fingertips

Whisper to me my name and send it with your dreams
I will awaken you with kisses on dawn’s waking daylight beams
It will be my arms surrounding you not some honey coated femme
Until then remember I love you and I will prove it, when we meet again

©~GG~27/12/2012
I am gonna have to get a job and stop reading mushy books 


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Invisible

Walking along in a crowd
Everyone with a place to go
No one notices my tears
Alone, they don't want to know

With always a cheerful hello
And a smile for all to see
Yet a  heart as heavy as lead
You see.. its really not me

I hold out my hand to you
You take it without thought
I long to tell you my story
Whether you care or not

Why is this life so lonely?
Is there no place for me?
Alone on an island of grief
Lost in the cerulean sea 


Blink!


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                                        A DOVE’S DELIVERANCE

Sit down my sweet, 
‘tis yonder chair awaits you
Help yourself to some brandy and candy corn
And by the way
I bless the day when you were born

Partake with me in this portion of a vision
Perpetual promises kept in the privacy of a preamble to perpetuity
When someone set free a dove to design a distinguished and delightful forever
With a wistful whisper in her wings
set free when his mate sings
Feathers no longer forlorn
And by the way
I bless the day when you were born

You make right what I’ve done wrong
And simply the specter of your silhouette wills me strong
You…….whose shadow I wish to share
And dare that dove’s destiny not deprive the divine her due
And that divinity happens to be you
With a rainbow in your eyes
And sunshine for a smile
Where raven-haired radiance is rewarded with royalties of loyalty and devotion
As you cascade through a room with the motion and magic of an ever-evolving waterfall as it shapes liquid into loveliness
And loveliness into love
On one mystical and meandering morn
And by the way
I bless the day when you were born

When your beauty first baptized and blessed the wayward earth
And by the way
I bless the day of your birth
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     HALF-EMPTY BUTTERCUPS

There was a time of kicked-back comfort and laid-back ease
Times when both butterflies and buttercups were ever blessed by a breeze
Days when wings were anointed and petals pointed to the sky 
Times with the assurance that neither butterflies nor buttercups ever die

It was a time which convinced me that kids such as I could actually fly
Back when all I needed was a set of swings to get me high
But swing sets of steel rust and corrupted metal caustically corrodes
And even innocent and tiny tadpoles turn into poisonous toads

Then came a time when swings didn’t get me quite high enough
So I turned to substances that warned me yet I called their bluff
It was a time akin to aching actualities and wretched realities
When beautiful butterflies and buttercups sustained scathing casualties

It was a time when jumping rope brought hope and childhood’s pure delight
And I never sweated no matter how heated the sun became nor how very bright
I needed not to find shade that made me subservient to laughter’s lovely sound
Laughing was my only prerequisite need when the fact of a fantasy was finally found


Suddenly a sacramental sun became a consistently malicious moon
Malevolent nights and evenings that got even with me arrived too soon
A breeze became a winter’s wind that made ease Mother Nature’s greatest lie
When I discovered that children grow old and buttercups and butterflies do eventually die
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Betwixt And Between



Betwixt and between Sadness and mirth Happy but sad For dear Mother Earth Feeling sorry for Adding to the mess Not really aware Of my part I confess Betwixt and between Feel guilty at times Having so much While others are crying The worldwide problem Of hunger and disease Is difficult to remedy Near impossible to ease Betwixt and between I sit here and cry 'Bout the inequality Don't understand why Do we throw up our hands Say nothing can be done Go on and forget it Just enjoying the sun Betwixt and between Filled with sadness and love Gotta keep on trying With help from up above © Jack Ellison 2013


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THE UNIVERSE KNOWS IF HE WANTED TO PUNISH ME THIS IS THE QUINTESSENTIAL 
                                       WAY TO DO IT

Chances are I won’t be able to do this well at all
Now that my mother is about to answer God’s final call
The doctor assures us she hasn’t very long to live
And that is grievous because she still has so much more to give

She’s was always quick to dispense whatever I might need
And advise me on things with wisdom I usually did not heed
“Don’t do that Son, because you’re tribulations might double”
And true to her admonition I would only gain more trouble

My mother, my mom, my rock and my salvation
And now her days are too speedily coming to a cessation
If only she could not have woken up at the dawning of a brand new day
That, for me, would have been a much simpler and easier way

Easier when compared to the burden I now bear
Complicated by masses amount of remorse and fear
I understand how much more time she’s had than many others
But she’d have so much more time were I to have my druthers

Well, at least I gave her a grandson and his son to adore
Oh, but if only I could have given her so much more
More honesty, more happiness and so much more joy
But instead I’ve give her heartache since I was a very young boy

God knows this is a task which I won’t do very well
And I beseech God, “how do I do this, pray tell?”
I know His answer would only add frustration to my fear
Because the Lord also knows that this is a burden I bodily cannot bear 
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GEEZE, DID I ALSO NEED CHEESE?

I had milk but needed some more
So I let my feet lead me to the door
As I had a thousand times before
Just my feet walking me the store

I said “hi” with happiness to the cashier
Tripping into an aisle for a lack of flair
My body almost took a lady off her feet
That day she and I, again came to meet

I was stoic because she’d left me alone
She stared at me but I was a stone
I’ll never forget it was December three
And then she said “don’t you remember me?

Well let’s see, I’ll flip through the files I keep in my mind
It’s always good to conjure up the image of one who left you behind
I pretended to ponder and faked being difficult to recall
And in a whisper I uttered, “perhaps I met you in one of my many ports of call?

But this was no ordinary lady by any means 
She’d been the star, set and lighting for so many romantic scenes
My heart was racing, the one she left a hollowed out hall
Yet I negated my need for her and simply said “no, sorry ma’am, I don’t recall you at all”
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IF THE LAST ONE WON’T THIS ONE CERTAINLY WILL SEND ME TO HELL

There are certain ramifications
Well God can ram those ramifications up his ass
There are certain limitations
Well God can take them all and f*ck Judas as if he were a lass

It’s not as if I’m pissed off at the Lord or anything
But I don’t really appreciate His pissing on me repeatedly
I’ve warded off His warrants but lived to feel His holy sting
Yet I consider praying hypocritically while hating Him heatedly

The Bible babbles on about boundaries, borders and confines
Limits set by tablets of The Ten Commandments thou shall not disobey
To me it’s all restrictions and margins that total bullsh*t defines
And a heathen like me swears “no” when obliged to obediently pray

There are certain implications, results, effects and consequences
And so many guidelines which must righteously come to pass
There are grounds and areas I battle on with no viable defenses
And that’s why God can f*ck Jesus right up His righteous ass
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     I'M A PACIFIST AND WILL KILL THE FIRST
         PERSON WHO SAYS I'M NOT
The moon was in the center of the sky when I heard her scream
so she told me about her horrible dream
it is a venture I am forbidden to describe to anyone
but it involved and ex-lover, tears and a gun

the gun, in her dream, was as real as my friend freds
and in the dream someone ended up dead
who died is something I cannot reveal
all I can say is the dream to her was ultra real

so I heard her scream in the middle of the night
she doesn't remember what she told me about fright
my sweet put it out of her mind and Rolodex 
and if her dream had been real he would be more than her ex

I would have stood up for my lover even if she was wrong
because i'll bet you dollars to donuts he's not that strong
let me meet him in the street somewhere someday
and her dreams like that one will fade away
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(PART 1 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

This is 'bout a girl from just a while back
It's a grusome, sad story, I know
It begins where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

She's got looks to kill
And an attitude to match
She's lookin' for a thrill
Lookin' for a soul to snatch

A mind like a knife
She's sharp and she'll cut you
She can change your life
Nobody thinks like she do

Not one can out run her
She's quick as a whip
No magician could trick her
She'll just make your mind trip

Got some patched up jeans
And shorn off hair
She can act real mean
'Cause she just don't care

Got a heart of gold, she did all she could 
Had lots of romance on the brain
She acts much older than she should
Because this girl knows real pain

Now she might look bad
She might look rough
But you forget to look beyond the mad
And see that she was decent enough

She's been through a lot
Thinks she's seen too much
So she gets to smokin' pot
And she's felt God's touch

She runs further from the law
And closer to the light
Harder drugs hide in her bra
She can't hold up this fight

Starts trippin' too hard
While she's runnin' from the cops
Her brain is being scarred
And her heart begins to stop

Her eyes are rolling back
And her world begins to spin
She's run right off the track
Her life is caving in

She sees the angels cry
As she walks up to the gate
She asks her Father, "Why?"
He tells her she must wait

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

She plummets on back
To her body below
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...



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                TOO OFTEN A COFFIN

I’ve faced the familiarity of faded fascination
I’ve let the loveliness of a lady become unspoken
I’ve examined the exclamation mark of  exhilaration
And let beauty allow my blackened heart to be broken

I have haunted harbors and arbors alike
I’ve searched for the most perfect rose ever grown
I’ve seen ships stranded by too many a dike
And allowed lost loves to leave me alone

I’ve cried in crevices of cruelty and brutality
I’ve crawled through canyons so unkind
I’ve negated the nature of negative neutrality
With maudlin memories that mesmerize my mind

I’ve faced the fading of infatuation
And lamented the loss of love too often
I’ve ignored the aroma of arduous ardor’s creation
And have remembrances that will follow me into my coffin
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OF COURSE I KNOW THE SOURCE

The most difficult part of the day is the dawning
I sail through the rest of the day with ease
When the nighttime arrives I fear the morning
And pray that four hours flies by like a breeze

The kind of breeze that wipes the sweat from your brow
Not a gusty wind that musses one’s hair
An easy and breezy blow that only the afternoon can endow
But from four A.M. until eight life seems unfair

First it’s the radio, then music and the TV.
I’m up three hours before the sun takes its bow
But in those early hours it’s not easy to be me
And repeatedly I ask what I’ll do now

I hear people sing of peace and the sunshine’s grace
They tell me about the happiness for me so long ago faded
Then I look in the mirror to see a grizzly face
And I need a shave but my mood is too degraded

Shave, s*it, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed
Many people sail through the morning on an open course
While I suffer the crazy thoughts inhabiting my head
And if the day deals me delirium its morning is the source
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        A BATTLE BETWEEN CATTLE 
I  don't think men were created to battle 
I don't think men were created to fight wars
they were too busy feeding their family by slaying cattle
while trying to repair the infection in society's sores

but something stops them from focusing on a pat on the back
and a reassuring handshake that says may luck be yours
one man would gladly help carry a brothers pack
because that might fix the infection in society's sores

I don't think men were created to covet anything of worth
they should just build a better world from a bitter earth
I wish mankind could share the planet we live upon
lest half the planet and people be gone 

I don't think men were created to make others cry
I don't think men were created to fight
one day, in the name of easiness, brave men need never die
and one day we'll all live in peace, yeah right!
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          WAS THE LORD'S WILL TO KILL?
The following is an accurate account, 
Recounted verbatim and voiced by a machine that brings down a lot of trusting fools
A dissertation delivered by this dude who was just following the rules 
one of Osama Bin Ladin’s largely loyal lackeys
Flunkies and freakish fools who followed Mr. Bin Ladin’s directive
This tape recording was obtained surreptitiously by Mr. Dick Dickerson, a determined detective
And as Mr. Dickerson described 
it was like dealing with a bunch of mental defectives
The transcript begins where most transcripts begin
And that is at the beginning
The start of all the sinning
It’s all etched into the magnetic tape revolving within his recorder
A mechanical and most morose reporter
For national security’s sake we will only refer to the speaker as number one A*s hole 
An a*s hole with an unholy goal
(at this point the detective presses the start button and number one A*s hole begins his speech preached to a gathering of his operatives operating, hating and about to be creating havoc
A*s hole number one begins to speak
“we are gathered here to discuss the havoc we are about to wreak
now there are twenty-seven of you in attendance
Most are a demagogue’s descendents
Seventeen of you will be weeded out and sent packing
The rest of you will be chosen to obliterate those we are attacking
Now here’s the main point you need to know
And why you need to know why
We want you to learn how to take off in a jet plane and fly
But one paramount piece of information you must also understand 
is none of you need learn how to land
(at this point a man on the third seat in the fourth row raised his hand and said)
“Wait a minute sir, but if we don’t know how to land we’re all going to end up dead”
He was dismissed immediately for using his head
(and we continue with the tape recording,
As A*s hole number one describes the planes they will be boarding
And the reason they are doing so
After all, they all had a need to know)
“So you guys learn to take off and navigate the plane into a target soon to be identified
As the God they serve rather than our beloved Allah is vilified, denied demonized and defied
We call it demonstrating the almighty Allah’s powers
They call it New York City’s Twin Towers”
He proclaimed the chaos they had planned as  “discord’s will”
And I, the author of this poem, beg to understand if that was actually our Lord’s will?
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Retrospect

You're all I wanted, but nothing I need
These present thoughts, should my own advice I heed?
Why do I try so hard for something that causes so much pain
Is it easier to suffer or to simply refrain?

I've sat too long at this stand-still
Emotions piled up like a land-fill
Constantly questioning why or how
I'm leaving it all in God's hands now

It will be easier for me to get over you
Easier for you not to feel so bad
Why try when there's no use trying to
Pretend something serious was what we had.


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     I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND

You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wishes will come second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion

I ask you to do something but something else comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly

I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do

I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved

you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
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              FENCES BUILT BY DEFENSES

I once said you and I had different definitions of love and what it's all about
now i'm left treading water in a sea of doubt
I know our feelings about love compete with one another
but it's all about the fire and the embers we must smother

we embrace by the fireside and swear our love will never end
while I hear all the errant contradictions I need you to defend
as all my queries about you and my dubiety mount
and all that remains on your mind is the condition of my bank account 

I thought your idea of love is what you can get
now i'm not certain enough to place a bet
I just know that the disparate ideas we have are evident
and the difference in the way we love is prevalent

I know my conception of love is what I can give to you
but it doesn't seem to matter what I do
you just want what you want and you want it now
while I know how much my love has to and can endow

we sit midst the shimmering lights, waging shadows and your selfish desire
as three glasses of rum and your egocentric ideas douse out the fire
I never took love as a contest, rivalry or competition
all I know is when it comes to love we don't have the same definition
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Expecting The Unexpected

One day so soon,it will be too late
to know ,you have changed your fate
you'll learn ,love,no more bonds us
trust has waned into,agitating fuss

my life,once,was so warm and bright
I lived happily,in elating delight
my nights were lit by full moons' light
my days,too, were shined by sunlight

now the Sun is gone for good
dark nights rule,my depressed mood
smile has kissed,my lips good-bye
faith in your love, lost,know why?

you pushed your luck too faraway
ignoring that truth,unearths someday
your words proven,to be all lies
what will be then,your lullabies



 


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Winter Schmunderland



Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland I've had it up to my ying yang If I never see another snowflake in my life My big bass drum I'd bang Wonderland, Schmunderland, I've had enough Don't know how I've made this far Except for those few times in the loony bin Still have my marbles, by gar Well at least I think I still have my marbles But sure wish I could feel my mouth This Winter Schmunderland is really for the birds Even they have sense to head south Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland Who really needs all of this crap I'd certainly be a very much happier camper If I could wear a hat without flaps <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2014


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FREE CEE dedicated to a lady who in Vienna we were poetry

i found her on a beach in belize
if you please
just sunning herself and taking in the sights and sounds of the gulls
watching ships past by with steady courses set and sturdy hulls
the sun dripped from her shimmer
as i sat blinded by her glimmer
she showed me what was beyond the shore
and so much more
she pointed to the horizon where blue meets the darkness at night
there she sat contemplating mankind's possible destruction and plight
her beauty shone like the sun i tried to hide my eyes from viewing
and being beautiful is all she was doing
and in so doing telling a story that was a warning to all
telling humanity to answer her fervent call
all she wanted was to lay on the beach unafraid of what was to arrive
if all of us didn't get together and learn to mutually survive
no waste to last for a million or more years
no more wars born out by tepid tears
no destroying the balance of nature of which she was too aware
as she sat by her father Neptune's lair
her mother shone as did the daughter i speak of
born from a family of peace, tranquility and of course love
so as the gulls flew by
and their chicks learned to fly
i continued to watch the ships past by sturdy and strong
and no one can convince me that her assertion was wrong
for most assuredly this was no ordinary girl
because this beauty was born of an oyster and her name was pearl
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         ON LAWS AND FLAWS

All the laws of common sense do not apply to me
All of them only lamentably and lasciviously lie to me
All the rules of logic do not relate to me
All of them only serve to belabor and berate me

All the common sense in the world is of no concern to me
They only represent things I will never learn to me
I am engaged to no one nor do I plan any meaningful meeting
And any fancies I might find are unfruitful and far too fleeting

All the facts of affections have no affect on me
All my atrocious acts totally represent and reflect on me
All the policies and politics of politeness don’t pertain to me
And the concerns of consideration mean only other’s people’s pain to me

My lack of common sense is not common to say the least
While my acts of inconsideration have indecently increased
More than likely my fancies will fade as ice melts in the sun
And the anger of people I’ve harmed keep me ever on the run
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Move

Hope you find all you desire, 
In your world filled with denial
Before you grow you must plant a seed
And that requires trial

Effort means little when you simply speak
It's actions you must prove
Amazing how different things can happen
Once you actually move

I'm taking this situation to heart, 
And letting God mold my fear, 
Before it was to lose you,
and now to God my worries veer

Our struggles may appear alike,
But one thing you must consider
At the end of the day I have the Lord
And you continue to grow bitter

You can't hide your problems, can't ignore your thoughts
For each of us has our vice
Covering the issue up under the rug
Will only create the same mistake, twice


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Another Kind of Man

To be intrusive to another's mind to taste what the hells going on
To be different from other men as they sing a different song
For this, this blind man seeks to be the seeker to see and scan
To go inside the mind of another, another kind of man

History has shown and reminded of the monsters that have been
This trait of human man, as each generations scene
What makes us be so different, to hurt whom we care and love
Is it some form of weakness we allure, against family loving doves

As I enter their minds even deeper, the appalling rise to view
Standing proud in their deathly mask, their hurting of others true
Rapists, serial killers and dictators, or even the family man
What possesses their power to indulge, that this blind man can't even scan

My thoughts go out to you all, who have suffered at the hands of man
Evolution is not the answer, to really be who they can
This blind man he said to me, if I look into you what will I find
My reply to him was simple, I'm just a different kind 









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IF YOU SEARCH CAREFULLY YOU WILL FIND THE WORD “FIASCO” HIDDEN 
                                    SOMEWHERE WITHIN THIS POEM

She was a maze that led me to amazement
A labyrinth that led to love
She was a puzzle with ill-fitting pieces
She was everything and all of the above

She was laughter at a party and the icing on a cake
She was Christmas presents and a raise in pay
She was a statue of statuesque proportions pleasing to the eye
She was all these things until she opted away

She was just so god-damned stupid
But my god she was so damned cute
She was just such a god-damned liar
One who set afire to my desire

She had wings akin to a mast and its sail
And no angel ever flew any higher
The time we spent together was spent amidst neon colors 
A temptress of whom I would never tire

She was just so god-damned funny
She recounted jokes to me expediently
But the lady was seriously unfunny in bed
And alas, after bed her joke would be on me

She was just such a god-damned liar
And as for truth I never knew where a damned clue hid
She was just as hot as that old Lake Of Fire
But holy sh*t the babe was so damned stupid
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    HUSH YOU LUSH

Why don't you just face the truth about you
you're a god damned lush honey
and to be that big a drunk
it takes a whole lot of money

so what do to, oh what to do?
while trying to be discreet
oh dear, what to do?
Hey, with a body like yours go walk the street

what's that you're saying to me?
it seems to be something you want me to know
oh, now I understand you
you started selling your body years ago

well let's face it you lush with a figure that can kill
I don't care it you stroll the street but it ain't funny
you could advertise your self as the best lay in town
but you'll still need to come to me for more money
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If Only





If only I could turn  back
and erase my old  life's slate
To make it clean again
If  it wasn't far to late.....

An eraser of soft white cloth
To soften mistakes I made
To wipe away harsh words
And the piper that I paid...

My tears upon that cloth
To cleanse the heavy heart
Would take me back again
Allowing a brand new start.....


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            I AM OPIATE FOR BUSINESS
i've got dreams for sale
the disheviled dealer said
yeah, well that's a very big deal
because someone usually ends up dead

in hushed tones he attempts to tempt
but the only dreams he plies are bad
from humanity the man ought be exempt
because the dreams he offers are not a fad

too oft it's a rest of your life type thing
unless you get some help early on
no fad, no fun, no fair and no fling
alas dope will make you wasted and wan

pssst dude, i've got magic brown
he furtively informs
well i see the destituion all around
and i see raging opiate storms

disheveled, dastardly, down and out
the dope dealer has a devistating plan
fori can tell you sans any doubt
because i am that dealer man
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           BEAUTY BLOSSOMS AT A BLESSING’S BEHEST

She was new to me on New Year’s Eve
Even when I felt my senses take their quickened and quiet leave
She had on high heeled purple patent leather shoes
And a patent pending on perfection
Until romance was reborn as rejection

Saliently I was sequestered to a semi- exclusive island
Where slaves to sensuousness succumb to seduction
With the introduction of infinitely instant infatuation for a fool
And desire that could only be quelled by the quietude that resides in her sigh
But for the lasciviousness that lay in her every lie

We begged the New Year begin with Louisiana, lakes, limericks and love
and, per chance, poetry provided by proverbial peacefulness
with cheery cherry blossoms budding beguilingly for only both of us
like the tree we sat under when wonder stole my eye
and I first heard you lie

sadly, 
falsehoods failed to forecast a future of fogginess
and a mistiness that hid amid a mystery
for you were an enigma…….
a duality 
with a persuasion to plurality
and conceived of by conviviality
you were a mercurial imp of imperfections personified
But what’s worse is that you so casually, callously and caustically lied

Oh yes, and the following New Year’s Eve 
I heard our apple blossom tree finally died
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     SO UN-FAIR WAS THE AFFAIR

Fair fortune fell but once upon
Until failure deemed fortune gone
One day was so brightly sun drenched
The next found me with teeth well clenched

So fair was she with a galaxy in her eyes
A constellation for the universe a prize
Just the sight of her entering through my front door
Birthed a feeling of exhilaration she’d never felt before

But being exhilarated often leaves one weary
And the finding of fair fortune fleetingly turns dreary
Not since then have I been so enamored by one’s soul
And now getting from one day to the next is my only goal

For there are no days like the ones we shared
Nor a porcelain rendering of beauty been bared
She’d wiggle out of her tight blue jeans
And I’d thus discover what perfection means

We’d make love with only mutual satisfaction as a concern
She’d reach behind her back to bare what would make me burn
And there stood she before me with no blemish nor flaw
Until I’d begin ravaging her with my hormones raging and raw

Fell upon me once did fortune so fair
And to expect it twice I do not dare
For she was a once in a lifetime affair
The lady who led me to the end of the labyrinth that was her lair
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Autumn wind

Sacred sounds of the autumn wind
Blessed microphones could not endow
A feeling that our lives entwined
This silly technology knows not how.


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GREED VS. NEED

i ain't eager to get even
since settling scores ain't my stick
it's just that to you money means being mean
and i think that's pretty damned sick

share the wealth don't mean nothing to you
not with a twenty in your pocket book by prada
take that twenty and keep it all to your self
and sing a song of yada yada yada

money to you means a cage or a corral
and i suppose only women who keep men in cages believe they rule
well keep singing that song of greed plus selfishness sung
but honey, money won't turn this man into your phool

will you still have that song to sing when they take all your valuables away?
because ill-gotten gains usually never amount to much
so keep up the melody and get a choir to sing harmony
because one day you may find that money will only be used to buy you a crutch

i ain't out to even no score with you
take your green goddess and fold it into two
place it back into Prada's produce
because one day you'll find out what happens to greedy women like you
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Insider Dealing (co-written with James Fraser)

You say you're open to negotiation
But you're truly guilty by association
Keep on picking the altruistic pocket
Startling victims like a pin in a socket

A level playing field is what we must play
We toil to gain notice, in our working display
Endeavours and efforts are all that we aim
Credence and rewards, in respectable claim

"Unsportsmanlike conduct," calls the referee!
But still you don't listen; no surprise to me
Cronyism hits hard when bad hands are dealt
Have you considered the pain your victims felt?

What do we see when we face the screen
Do we see angels and demons in their daily scene
Or premeditated dealings, a marked disrespect
Behind curtains closed an internal elect

The games you've been playing have gotten my goat
So, pardon me if my comments seem remote
I'll forge on without you, not linger for abuse
Your "hospitable nature" has just been a ruse

The damage is done, the table's been laid
Have we opened the door on this masquerade
Not for today, but for tomorrow as well
For we will have to see, as time will tell

Your true friends you count on only one hand
The same hand you used to plot a scheme so grand
Some folks might tell you to, "Kiss my Keester"
But I'll just leave you with, "Hasta la Vista"


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                         REST IN PIECES

I’ll tell you about the frustration within desperation
It’s requiring dope and there ain’t none
I’ll tell you about the desperation in frustration
It ain’t good and it certainly ain’t fun

It’s waiting endlessly on the corner for the man
While wearing your lucky pants and shirt
It’s waiting on the corner with a plan
And if the plan goes awry it’ll hurt

There’s panic in those pants and shame in that shirt
And still the man ain’t there
A junkie on the street has to stay alert
There are guns, gangs and guys in blue to fear

I’ll tell you about the frustration in desperation
It’s written on every junkie’s face
I’ll tell you about the desperation in frustration
It’s etched in stone on every junkie’s final resting place
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Heartless

More often than not is it assumed
I do not have a heart
I shun those who attempt to know me
Before anything can start

But these past few months I've come to learn
That having a heart's not so bad
I've let myself trust, and open up vulnerability
And for that I am glad.

I never meant to hold back
I did so, but didn't realize
That you needed more than simply words
Frustration brimmed in your eyes

I wanted us to work
To have what happy couples do
But slowly I was pushing you away
And I never even knew

You're an amazing person
With so much life and honest bliss
Our intimate moments, our laughs and goals
Are what I'll truly miss

Now we travel our own directions
Approaching the fork where our paths must part
Just know I'll always care so much for you
You'll hold a place forever dear in my heart.


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Nightmares


In dreams I go hurtling through the night Snatching at jumbled images of my past Running but always unable to catch up Then falling down, down..awake at last My pillow drenched with perspiration With relief I breath a thankful sigh But there will be no more sleep tonight For the devil might catch me if I try


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Someone Else

Someones tipping Sally for being someone else.
Someone acting nicely and caring for ourselves.
Leaving cheery fortunes and thanking all who come.
Even giving smiles to pass amongst themselves.

How wretched is this dear old Sally?
Waving to those leaving.
Making simple small talk
a faith for the believing.

Now she's giving napkins.
Her patrons quick to finger.
Always giving something.
Oh; how her customers linger.

Then comes out her smile.
A weapon in the making.
And up goes her tip jar.
A thanking for the taking.

It's only in good time
that Sally has a sale.
She says that will be never
as Sally spins her tale.

I'm waiting for her business
to crash around her knees.
If it wasn't for her customers
that Sally lives to please.


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Life's Story

The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.

I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.

At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.

All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.

I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.


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Love Forlorn

The sea and mist
Have lightly kissed
The shore again
And all points when

I take my bow
To heed the stern
The sea again
By ocean yearn

And rain my face
In transient place
To sea again
An algae lace

I turn to see
The rain is gone
Forever now
My love forlorn

She tells me not
Like storm before
When we began
Or when it tore

Surprise to me
Upon its end
Do I refresh
Or never mend


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     SIX TO FIVE AT FIVE TO SIX
           SIX TO FIVE AT FIVE TO SIX
How quickly “i couldn't love you any  more” becomes “I couldn't love you anymore”
because love is supposed to be beautiful and exciting
it should be an easy flight and never a chore
and doesn't include words such as “arguing”, “threatening” and/or “fighting

“i couldn't love you any more”
I remember reciting those words when they were true
then you called me a bastard and I called you a bore
until “i couldn't love you anymore” took precedence due to you

love was never meant to become dull or droll
laughter should greet the sun and a smile at night should bid it adieu 
love should never be a contest or a matter of power and control
while each dawn should find forever a love which feels brand new

“i couldn't love you any more” means I love you as deeply as love ever grows
love should make one feel joyous, jovial and spry
“i couldn't love you anymore” brings a one act play called love to a close
six words turns into five and that urges one to cry
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                   BRIEF BELIEF 

I no longer believe in believing
I do, however, believe in grieving
I cannot dodge the grievousness of grief
And that’s why I don’t believe in belief

I don’t believe in belief anymore
For me believing has become a bore
It’s a chore I no longer participate in
And each belief only made me anticipate sin

It’s a sin what believing has done to me
I once believed in a lover who would run to me
Instead they come and then run right past me
And that’s why I find believing so ghastly

Misbegotten belief was there to naughtily denigrate me
And believing was born only to haughtily hate me
It harbors in its heart a hatred that causes palpable pain
Ergo I no longer wait to see what belief will ordain 

So don’t ask me to believe in hopes or dreams
Because believe me, belief is not what it seems
My only certainty is that love is adept at deceiving
And that’s why I don’t believe in believing
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Enough Of This Frigid Weather



Enough of this frigid weather already It's March for crying out loud Time for the temps to start moderating methinks It's not civil and shouldn't be allowed When the hell is spring supposed to arrive It's just around which corner, I ask It's long overdue, it's stressing us guys out Want to lie on a deck chair and bask Us Canadian fellows are a hardy bunch We sometimes don't wear a hat When temperature dip to minus forty-five We go out for a stroll, how bout that Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a wee bit Minus twenty is a more like it, ahem Still frigid enough to freeze the balls off a statue Of Laurier, our seventh PM We WILL survive, us guys always do We're made of some pretty tough stuff But give me a break, this is way too damn cold Enough, is enough, is enough! © Jack Ellison 2014


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           INSTRUMENTAL INFATURATION

The piano man stopped playing when you walked in
And that’s when I heard the brass begin
The flautist was taken aback by your grin
And then I heard the voice of a violin

The drummer stumbled over his beat
As I bumbled over my feet
Then a sax and the trumpet came to meet
And suddenly the syncopation was complete

I heard the shrill of a single piccolo
Played sweetly and haltingly low
The mellowness of a melody began to flow
As the band put on a thrilling show

You were a bigger star than the guitar
As the bass and bassoon began to spar
The rhythm was hotter than steaming tar
As you and I made our way to the bar

Your sashay got an okay from the crowd
And the singer’s song was not too loud
Dancing with you made me so damned proud
Pride born of the beauty with which you are endowed

Suddenly the song was over and done
As you smiled brighter than the summer’s sun
The story of a song had, at once, been spun
eAnd the band knew I love you more than anyone  
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                        A NOVEL OF NEGATIVITY

Things happen to me the best fiction writer couldn’t dream up
You could fit all my good luck in a child’s doll house tea cup
If bad luck had teeth I’d have a torso marred by festering scars
And for me there’s only wishing on a sky full of sterile and impotent stars

My life is a badly written novel like they sell in second hand bookstores
I lose every miserable match while the hero of the team constantly scores
The words in my novel make no sense to anyone with any sense
And to me God and good luck are merely the essence of a pretense

I try for things that seem possible for a man like me to reach
But in the contract I have with heaven there seems to be a breach
I pray to a guardian angel who must be deafened to my pleas
As I simply stand aside waiting to see what disappointment decrees

My prayers are perceived as paltry and my dreams are all too deceptive
While the Lord I pray to nightly disrespects me and remains unreceptive
That guardian angel I mentioned resides in a land I cannot find
As my further failure and future were all summarily redefined

My life is a scene of seedy places and traces of all the hope I have lost
And that cheap novel in a second hand bookstore has been radically reduced in cost
I worry not that someone will plagiarize me since it’s a story no one would steal
In any event the publisher of tawdry tales and stories always backs out of the deal
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What You Say - for 15-year-olds

You tell me that I can't go out
or walk around alone,
'Cause 15 isn't old enough
to keep up on my own.

You say that judging character
is something that you learned,
But guess what? My respect
is something that is earned.

They say that being 15
is the hardest age to be,
Not quite a woman, or a girl,
but caught right in between.

So then, I think, you'll try to see,
who here is really boss,
But during rocky teenage years
I say "try", and it's your loss.

You turn your back and walk away,
we'll have to wait until,
You try again to say I can't
which means that now I will.


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FREE DUMB i got a bottle of wine because you are so fine

                       TWO JOHNY WALKERS ON THE HOUSE

LINE THEM UP IN FRONT OF ME
GIVE ME FOUR AND ONE FOR FREE
LET ME DROWN MY PAIN IN BLACK LABEL
BECAUSE I'D STOP CRYING IF I WAS ABLE

I ASKED THE BARKEEP TO TELL ME WHAT TIME HIS WATCH READ
HE TOLD ME AND I SAID THAT WOULD BE A COOL TIME FOR ME TO BECOME DEAD
THEN I MADE MY WAY TO THE BACK ROOM
WHERE BIG BRUCE MEANS LOSING MY MONEY AND  BRINGING ON DOOM
POET
FOUR CATS SITTING WITH FIVE IN THEIR HAND
NO JUKE BOX, NO SINGER NOR THE BEAT OF A BAND
JUST THE SOUND OF CHIPS FALLING ON THE TABLE
AND I'D STOP CRYING IF I WAS ABLE

I CRY BECAUSE A MAN IN THE SUDAN DIED TODAY
I CRY BECAUSE A WOMAN WAS SODOMIZED IN A MOST HORRENDOUS WAY
I WEEP BECAUSE TO ME JOY IN THIS WORLD IS JUST A FABLE
AND I'D STOP MY TEARS IN IF I WAS ABLE

SO I BET A HUNDRED BUCKS BECAUSE I HAD THREE OF A KIND
HOLDING TRIPS BUT LOSING MY MIND
I WEEP BECAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO JUST CAN'T STAY FREE
SO LINE UP FIVE IN FRONT OF ME
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FREE CEE wise eyes to recognize

i noticed an enticing gleam in your eyes
a gleam that enunciated precisely what i needed to hear
but somehow i was slow to recognize
when i discovered what your stare made clear

in those emerald orbs i saw your heart
in in that stare were the words "my dear"
that was when sweet began playing its part
and forced far away forever my fear

we shared a shadow under an old oak tree
and a sweltering summer's day suddenly became cool
under that old oad tree were found you and me
when reality decided to break its rule

the rule was that only time would tell
yet the two of us needed no such time
destiny took us to where divinity would dwell
and a summer's day made so sublime

that day you came as such a surprise
while your emerald eyes became an exclamation mark
but by then i wasn't so slow as to not recognize
that you stood as a disclaimer to the dark
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does anyone agree with me that oxygen is an essential

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel I named “Guy”

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
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i am not allowed to summon her name because her hubby must be very insecure





IS HE ME?

Today, whichever man is now with you
Whoever is doing that which we used to do
Whoever gets to feel what I once felt
I hope he appreciates the sexy, sylphlike and svelte

To whomever your heart has now been led
Whatever man now shares your bed
I’d give him the following information
You get my unrivaled recommendation

Does he worship you as a goddess at once born,
and treat you just like an angel foresworn?
Does he now know what I knew at one time,
and does he realize he sleeps aside the sublime?

Is every day an adventure like the ones we once shared,
back when I still mattered and when you still cared?
Do you play in the surf like we did in bare feet,
and as I did does he bless the day you both came to meet?

Are you as comfortable with him as you were with me?
Or will you burn him like you burnt me in effigy?
Did you swear your lasting allegiance with a sip of sacramental wine?
Or will you implode his world the way you exploded mine?
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Winding up

Pressure swelling in my head
Straining behind my eyes
Tainting the world with scarlet red
Reason starts to die

A flashing, soundless, fiery storm
Screaming in quiet alarm
Descending in a poisonous swarm
Causing irreparable harm

Violence, now my only desire
Smoldering self-erosion
Burning like a white-hot fire
Terminating in ruinous explosion


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     I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND

You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wishes always come second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion

I ask you to do something but something comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly

I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do

I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved

you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
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Never

You will never meet him
Never embrace
Never have a meaningful conversation
Never lovingly kiss his face

You will never touch him
Never tangle your fingers in his hair
Never realize his dreams
Or exchange a loving stare

And because he rejected you
You've reshaped him as something you could despise
And brought a vendetta upon his family
Waging a war of bitter, empty lies

And yet, he is so much more 
Than your limited mentality could create
The jagged, pathetic lines of jealousy
Put limitations in their place

Yet, you desire what you call a monster
You have lost at your own game
And he will never forgive you
Never hear you speak his name

You hold him hostage to your dreams
Try to rob him of happiness and wealth
Disgust him with your obsessions
But the biggest victim you've created is yourself


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  THAT WHICH SHE WISHES WERE TRUE

here is what she will never seem to understand
no matter how good good gets is it good if you can't hold your lover's hand?
if it's the best music or just plucking a rose from a vine
what good is it if you can't share it with someone you yearn to call "mine?"

if there's good in the simplest of things how can you enjoy it all alone?
it's as difficult as going to the sea and trying float a stone
there's the loveliest thing Mother Nature ever made real
but it turns ugly if there's a hole in your heart medicine and/or time cannot heal

so i go to places where my lover refuses to go
which leaves my soul empty and my spirit low
all i think of is how much i wish she were there
but with all the loveliness i see there's sorrow i cannot bear

joy isn't joyful and turns dark when i can't share it with someone i love
because i'm missing the hand i want to hold and all the wonder thereof
so that's what i'm condemned to until she tells me to leave forevermore
and there is no way for me to ever be able to even the score

so i can tell her about all the places i've been 
but i've been there all alone and that's a remorseful sin
when she's not next to me i can't even summon a simple grin
and all i can say to her is "honey, you win!"
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Cynics

Cynics really bug me
They annoy me no end
They're always quite willing
Their point to defend

It doesn't hold water
With this big happy soul
I look on the bright side
My only life's goal

They're always unhappy
What a horrible life
I'd hate to be married
To a lifetime of strife

Why can't they see
There's a big world out there
That don't give a hoot
That don't really care

These cynics they travel
Down paths filled with angst
Oblivious to others
Not this guy, no thanks

Cynics they bug me
They annoy me, my friend
You can count on this dude 
To resist till the end

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     I SAID CHILL NOT THRILL

The darkness hasn’t devoured daylight as yet
But the dark is due too soon
Even in a chill the night makes me sweat
And oh too soon the moon

Shadows become shade until nary a thing is seen
Blinded by the nighttime’s stare
To me the darkness is mean, to most it’s pristine
But to me the dark is difficult to bear

I need someone to shake me awake
Someone to accept me into her womb of wonder
I need someone to care for Christ’s sake
Someone akin to a bridge in the rain I can run under

Yet now I found a partner to lead me in the dark
A lady giving, forgiving and comforting to say the least
alas, now as the darkness turns daylight stark
I face yet another moon I claim a beast
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Hello January

Hello January.
You've come to me again
much brighter and much fresher
than where it all began.

Another year of Income Tax
forced upon us all.
-Frightened of the Government
and fear the cops will call.

But then there is the lighter side.
That money's in the bank.
Thanks to Direct Deposit
and accountants I will thank.

The past seems rather far away.
-Forgotten and gone dark.
I wonder if you're new to me
or repeat a distant spark.

But when I think of January
or "Jan" I'll say for short.
You're more than an old problem to me.
You fill my life with sport.

I'm filled with your anxiety
that makes me want for more
and hope gives me direction
while strength's a place to soar.

And though you're only new to me
and somewhat of a moocher.
I know you hold the key for me
that leads me to my future.


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             THE EMPIRE GREAT

I still walk in a New York kind of way
Although I now live a thousand miles from there
I still dream of a New York kind of day
Where the sun may shine but the air is never clear

The only way I cross a street is to jay-walk
That’s the way New York raised me to be
I still hear the sidewalks of Broadway talk
And I wonder if New York misses me

I used to wash my clothes in Washington Square
And change my mind in China town
When I was in Stuyvesant Town people would stare
And quickly turn my smile upside down

The sultry subway was a subjective affair
While the buses were busy being on time
Mass-transit and I made an appropriate pair
And I miss everything about New York except for its crime

I still stroll the streets with purpose and speed
Only now I do it to make Floridians mad
New York used to fulfill my every need
And hopefully, for me, Florida is only a passing fad
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           THE REASON FOR TREASON
I know the reason you did what you did
The responsibility lies solely on what your hush hid
A secret you whisper in the darkness while alone
A confidence which by me is now negatively known

I used to treat you with the respect I thought you deserved
Until your disloyalty was so subversively served
I related funny little anecdotes to someone I deemed a friend
And now I regret that you ever had an earnest ear to lend

That hush was a furtive fact your laughter couldn’t hide
A covert alert that your grins decidedly defied
I felt in my heart that your smiles were sincere
And now I live with a frown and facts too difficult to bear

It is a detrimental detail my mind can’t avoid
And now I am left more than a little annoyed
Bothered by a belligerent reality now revealed
While I wait to see what further havoc your betrayal might yield

Believe this one statement if you believe nothing else I ever say
I remember a blue sky before your duplicity turned it gray
Now to me it seems the sky will never again become blue
And thanks for that worrisome weather report which is due solely to you

You didn’t have to say a word to anyone about me
All you had to do was allow what you once believed just be
But because of your disclosure it caused irreparable harm
So I now believe your sequestered secret is that camaraderie is not part of your charm!
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                 A BICYCLE TILT FOR TWO

Riding a bike can actually be a lot of fun
I used to ride mine with my friend named Michael
The following question may be considered a pun
But doesn’t a girl who has two periods a month have a bi-cycle?
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Damn Robins



It's four o'clock in the morning It's still pitch black outside And the cute little male robin Is serenading his bride! It's really cute and sweet and stuff But if I only had a gun I'd blast that frigging robin Right off to kingdom come! Doesn't this sweet young birdie know I'm not finished my beauty sleep Sure like to wring his scrawny neck So he couldn't let out a peep! At risk of sounding a wee bit cruel I'll bake up some robin pie Garnished with a swallow's beaks And feathers piled on high! There should be a law to allow us To end their sweet serenade To permit us to cook them in a stew After letting them marinate! © Jack Ellison 2013


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dented and painted

dismissively lined as "dented and painted"
protesting violence and raping of women 
those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted
can we turn another cheek and forgive them?

to relate to another with an iron-bar
to relate to another with utter disdain
to relate to another without human care
is this the civility we wish to attain?

you who are better, more worthy than other
you who are truer, in eyes of your god 
you with blood bluer than natural mother
might discern that it's you, who is flawed

sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest
that you're no better than the rest with
casting of glances from eyes that detest
superimposed superiority is but a myth

want and ignorance are alive and strong
in all nations, so in all the world today
actually, it's been that way - all along
if we wish to civilize we must go all the way

and speak for every individual that spins
on this ball of rock that we call our home
to evolve higher form we must be, in the end
and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown

© Goode Guy 2012-12-29

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http://www.npr.org/2012/12/28/168185857/india-gang-rape-update
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              A BRIDE A GROOM WITH ROOM TO ASSUME

All of us inhabit a restrictive rectangular room
Believing love is most assuredly what we all assume
Cubicles with questions as wallpaper and errors  are a rug
And that’s when an obviated obsession becomes a lethal drug

Love is this or love is that
Love too oft becomes old hat
You do that and I’ll do this
Yet born is boredom with every kiss

Missionary becomes a mission of mind
Oh heavens no, nay from behind
Marriage means missionary and not much more
As both partners are chafed by chagrin for such a mindless chore

Up and down, then in and out
What the hell is this all about?
In and out, then up and down
And that’s when the word “f*ck” becomes a noun

Two car garage and garbage midst trash
No seven year itch, it’s rather a rash
And there stands a bride with her white-tailed groom
Both believing love is just what they assume
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    BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun hadn’t risen yet as the red neon shone
Suddenly our waiter dropped a plate on the floor
Danny and I both heard the clumsy server moan
And then a good looking lady walked through the door

She donned a halter top and our eyes didn’t falter
Danny and I stared with amorous thoughts in our head
Just then she greeted her boyfriend named Walter
And there went our thoughts of getting her in bed

Walter was six-feet-three and two hundred pounds
A man neither Danny nor I cared to rile
A waitress emptied some stale coffee grounds
Some of which fell on the floor of ceramic tile

An old gray haired lady ate some kind of slop
I couldn’t identify the food with specificity
While Danny and I ate the waiter grabbed a mop
And Danny told me about a hot chick named Felicity

Our conversation flowed from Felicity to friends and foes
Then I ordered one more piece of toast and an egg
Just then Walter and his girlfriend arose
And that’s when I noticed a gun strapped to Walter’s leg

It seemed that Walter didn’t plan on paying the check
And so he stuck his gun in the owner’s flustered face
He then grabbed the pretty waitress by the neck
When suddenly the owner sprayed Walter with mace

While all this went on Danny went for the register’s cash
A move which truly had astounded me
Both of us ran out and made a maniacally mad dash
And that’s how two junkies got a lot of dope in essence for free
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            NEVER MIND WHAT THE CHILREN GREED

She left them alone to do what they had to do
their ages were from twelve to two
she expected the eldest to keep things under control
but she had a desire deep in her heart and soul

she left them with cereal and milk for two and a half days
selfishness and demanding voices warned the lady of her wicked ways
but her ears would not hear and her heart would not feel
and I don't consider cereal and milk a meal

so she walked out the door and told them all to go to sleep
as she unknowingly buried a few graves six feet deep
she went out to party with crack and weed
and didn't care what her children might need

day turned into night and night once again into day
and for her that was too long to be away
but she couldn't surrender to a deeply disturbing desire
and when she finally came home she found her kids had died in a fearsome fire
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BY FREE CEE santa and his self

so there were these two junkies discussing their addiction
one's reason was totally accurate the other one's was fiction
one blamed his habit on everyone incuding Santa and every single elfin aid
condemning everyone for every mistake he ever made

his father beat him, his mother strapped him to his bed
and daily his sister would wish him dead
my aunt stole all of my money
and a lady lied by calling me honey

"so what was i to do" he queried his friend? 
"there was no reason nor excuse any of them could defend
so naturally i turned to the needle and the peace it provided
and by their cruelty to the cooker was i guided"

i had no other viable choice
and no one would ever listen to my voice
my life has been wasted because no one ever shed a tear for me
and all of them opined that i'd never be free

the honest one said "shut up and listen to what you need to hear
you ran to the cooker because you wanted to get high and away from fear
as for me i ain't blaming Santa or any single little elf
because the only person i can blame my addiction on is myself             
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The Threshold

Now you’ve gone and done it
Passed my threshold of pain
You kept pushing that fine line
Close to driving me insane!

You’ve really gone too far now
There’s only so much I can take
You think I am made of steel
But I’m almost going to break

And so you push the limits
Wonder when I’ll start to bleed 
You like to see me grovel
To be sure that I’m in need

It’s your way of confirming
Your importance in my life
So you dare to cross that line
Your words cutting like a knife

You watch as I writhe in pain
Confident about your state
Now you want to backtrack, boy
But my darling, it’s too late

You crossed my threshold of pain
The attack has left me numb
I sincerely assure you
Your attention ploy was dumb.

So, I’ll bid you adieu, boy
It’s so sad you’ll never be
Passed the threshold of my love
That reaches eternity.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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                           TICKLE TOES
WITHOUT A DOUBLE DIPPED DOUBT
I'M SORRY THINGS WITH US DIDN'T WORK OUT
AT FIRST IT WAS LIKE A CARIBEAN HONEYMOON
BUT THE DEATH OF EASINESS ARRIVED TOO SOON

I CARRIED YOUR UMBRELLA AND BLANKET TO THE SEA
AND IT NEVER BOTHERED ME THAT YOU DID NOTHING FOR ME
I GOT YOU LUNCH AT A HOT DOG STAND
AND TICKELED YOUR TOES BY BURYING THEM IN SAND

WE WENT TO CONCERTS AND SOME WERE  GOOD AND SOME WERE BAD
AND WHENEVER WE SAID ADIEU IT ALWAYS MADE ME BEYOND SAD
WE STROLLED THROUGH THE RAIN WITHOUT ANY PROTECTION
WHILE YOU WIGGLED AWAY WITH SHEER PERFECTION

WE HELD HANDS TOGETHER IN CENTRAL PARK
THEN FED THE PIGEONS AND ONE LONELY LARK
THE TWO OF US EMBRACED WHILE WAITING FOR A BUS
AND AS I SAID , I'M SORRY THINGS DIDN'T WORK OUT FOR US
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Friggin' Ground Hogs



Have you ever noticed on Ground Hog Day The ground hogs hog the spotlight They're frigging ground hogs for crying out loud We honour these rodents in spite Supposedly they know when winter will end So we let them have their say They don't need to tell us there's six weeks left March twenty-first is the day There's Wiarton Willie and Punxsutawney Phil Renowned in Canada and the States I vote we get rid of these annoying li'l buggers And celebrate with hog stew and cake! © Jack Ellison 2013


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        ARENT' WE CLOUD of ourseves?

It wasn't on the tundra
where the scenery is plain
it wasn't on the dry and humid plain
where I went insane

it wasn't on the Sahara
where inhabitants and even the plants are lackadaisical and lazy
it wasn't where a steamy arid area causes rotting corpses
no, that's not where I went crazy

it wasn't in Pakistan
where a warrior can lose a limb or go blind
it wasn't where children sleep to the sound of missals 
surely that's not where I lost my mind

harkening back I think it was solely hearing the news
it doesn't matter if it's night or day
I hear about dead babies and the bullsh*t going on  
and it's happening right here in the great old U.S.A.  
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         SO WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

The things God makes happen to me are consistently bad
And I constantly wish that his screwing me is only a passing fad
But alas the things that happen constantly are difficult to bear
It’s akin to God once again shoving something sharp up my rear

You simply won’t believe what occurred for me today
It’s now August and this hasn’t happened since two years from last May
It’s not something I ever expect nor do I even try to pray for
And it was something amazing I didn’t even have to pay for

I would pray for something like this happening but my prayers are all in vain
And usually the only thing that occurs is I garner a wretchedly new pain
So I have to figure that either God is deaf or he doesn’t give a good god-damn
It’s as if God is a Judas goat while I am but a lemming type lamb

I woke up at the birth of this new dawn with no high expectations
I awoke and was still one of God’s most neediest creations
So this thing happened to me and it left me egregiously aghast
Because the proof of God’s denials is imbedded deeply in my past

The alarm woke me but I hit the snooze button for ten more minutes of sleep
And in two minutes I fell back asleep but not nearly so deep
The alarmingly loud alarm went off for the second time this morn
As I once again cursed the damnable day when I had been born

I hurriedly consumed a small breakfast yet I deemed it a feast
And what happened for me was astonishing to say the very least
It was so amazing that I almost fainted right whereupon I stood
And without being specific suffice it to say God finally sent me something good!
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       I WAS ONCE WITHIN A WORLD WITHOUT
Without you I would surely be without
Without too many things for me to list
I’d miss the things you share with me
And all the joy I’d otherwise have missed

You put the color in my eyes and within my heart
And steer the stars deep into my soul
Without you my world would be empty and gray
Because pleasing me seems to be your only goal

When I awake with dizziness I cannot describe
And when my legs won’t travel another mile
Somehow I hear your voice urging me onward
And I head steadfastly to see your smile

Without you I’d be without your concern
And would never have smiled the way I do now
I would have missed kissing the way that we do
And all the loveliness you so willingly endow
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              A COMPLICATED FATE D' COMPLI
Your bedroom closet is larger than this room
Where fears father plays the part of Lady Sorrow's groom

Your master bath is three times larger than the one I enter using a key of regret
The one I share with the masses
you commanded me here
where the heat of loneliness comes to swell
in this tiny hole in a hotel near Hell

This is where my wretched heart hears the echo of wrath
no, unlike you, I have no spacious bath

A kitchen?  Nay, I have none
no stove like yours beside which you'd stand
grand as the room within which you stood
I have no place to keep cool my pantry's pride
nor cupboards stuffed with non-essential purchases
this room bears itself bereft of benefits
where only sleep is claimed within
that is to say if I should one day be blessed with rest
for respite is requisite, yet for me, remains denied
as I share isolation with a myriad of ghosts
and hatred plays host to a hurtful hush

in this room where the fingertips of my outstretched arms touch two walls

while the eyes of gloom glare at the heart of doom
and fettered fruit is harvested from a grievous grove
no, unlike you, I own no stove
nor backyard have I to enjoy while sipping tea
like the one you share with doves who dine on your greenery
where torches glow at night with halos of hopefulness and heat
and where we once sat in the same sanctified space
devouring hours with delight
no, my backyard is a bar with a backdoor to debauchery 
and the tar on its driveway that sears the souls of my feet
when the sun threatens to bake the brick with its breath
as I stride across the asphalt and drink to a fault
until I'm dreadfully drunk and scathingly scarred
no, unlike you, I have no back yard

your house, 
no, 
rather a palace persuaded by prominence
dwarfs this den of deprivation I find myself situated within
a paltry place, where not a pittance of pity might dwell
within this tiny hole in a hotel near hell
with only a tortured tale of which to tell
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                    RECIPE FOR RICE

She'd chop up some celery, carrots and add some peas
set the oven for three hundred and fifty degrees
she'd cook it long enough until a culinary delight was created
and when i'd take my first fork full I'd become elated

she'd take some flour, baking powder and milk
and mix it together into liquid silk
sometimes she fries, simmers or bakes
and in the end we'd share the most delicious cupcakes

throw in a chicken and surround it with vegetables and spice
in another pot cook up some fluffy rice
cook it for a few hours and sometimes we'd share it with a group
after she'd made the tastiest chicken soup

too often she'd take her anger and aim it my way
when I didn't deserve what she had to say 
and to her I vow “'tis such a shame that I shall not miss you
however, i'm certain I will miss  your sumptuous stew”
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                   A TOAST TO THOSE WHO SHOULD ROAST
some people just don't know when to keep their mouths closed tight
because they know i don't want to hear what they say and that ain't right
they betray me as a matter of course set for disaster
and when they speak i can't run away any faster

they can talk to anyone they want but don't tell me about people i despise
people who don't care who weeps and who cries
they just have to flap their gums because none of them ever care
and what they do to me simply isn't fair

i don't need or want to hear what they have to say
but they talk and talk about hurtful things anyway
if they had any brains they'd know to keep their specious speach away from me
all of them acting under an utterly selfish decree

so when i see these people i feel like walking the other way
because they don't consider how i feel from what they have to say
they blabber, bother and usually boast
and all of them to me are as useless as burned day old toast
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Spin the bottle

Stop quoting Nietzche, just try to let it be. 
Quiet your bleeding heart, and come running to me. 
Spin the bottle, and dive on in.
Step on up, take one on the chin. 

Who cares, if we wake up late? 
Come, my dear, take the bait. 
Pop the top, and tip it back, 
Ill give you everything that you lack.

Got a bad past? Well that’s ok, 
I’ll keep all of your demons at bay. 
A bitter taste, for a sweet release. 
From everything, with which you can’t seem to make peace.

Dixie cups, and the finest crystal. 
All vessels, for the sirens call.
So follow your ears, join the race
For the sweet, sweet liquid release.


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free cee SEHGUH ASIL

                                 SEHGUH ASIL

Both of us were very well fed by a flame
Each gaze made right what once seemed so wrong
You gave me a gift and I was never the same
It was the gift of lyrics, music and song

But finally I have a freshly found fact, indeed
Information you may not know
It is a fact my fate has decreed
As you stroll with unawareness in tow

It’s about words as they relate to music and notes
Specifically the songs you bestowed upon me
A dozen fine tunes with a flute that floats
While waves of wonder flowed upon me

The lady lilts lyrics that are razor sharp
As the syncopation slices my flesh and soul
I pray to a piccolo while my heart hears the harp
And when she voices vibrato I’m pacified whether for a half-note or whole

So I merely care to point something out
About the intricacy of what a man like me learns
Each song is a scene that demands I should pout
and sadly the song now conveys why our flame no longer burns
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      BLUE EYES AND BLACK FLESH MESH TO COP DOPE

The smoggy air was thick atop a Harlem high rise
The only thing out of place was a boy with blue eyes
He was a youth in search of peace not found at home
And so the boy with blue eyes was begotten to roam

He ventured forth into a world of darkness to search
Having long ago been abandoned by school and his church
Neither religion nor education could comfort him so he took to the road
Headed afar from the comfort of his family’s hearth and abode

So there stared blazing blue eyes on a rooftop’s domain
As he talked to a man with a way to ease his pain
Thirty dollars and a smile would send him on his way
And so he returned to Harlem day after damnable day

Long Island had raised him but that island wasn’t long enough
And middle class madness left him with sadness to rebuff
Day after day he’d climb the stairs to where they would meet
A tall black man and a boy with blue eyes trying to be discreet

The black man sold his wares by dollars and a bag
The boy with blue eyes fearing his toes with a tag
Because in Harlem death was an indeterminate threat
And a boy with blue eyes had better pay every debt

Sometimes the air was thinner during winter’s cold weather
Yet and still the two faced fear while huddling close together
Harlem was his teacher and a rooftop was this junkie’s incubator
And writing this poem is blue eyes still with a habit forty-three years later
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   AN ASTRAL WASTE

Just because your lips don't meet mine
despite the moonlight
doesn't mean the morning will not shine
it only means the time wasn't right

the stars were not adeptly aligned
Venus wasn't where it should have been
but it doesn't mean that I was blind
because i've been knocking at your door but you won't let me in

just because I don't hold your hand
doesn't mean the world will end
it just means we didn't listen to the band
and there were too many octaves we had to mend

just because our shadows aren't shared
on an astral plane or otherwise
doesn't mean I never cared
but sometimes love is birthed until too soon it dies

and so I may never kiss your lips once more
but that doesn't mean I can't still savor the way it tasted
because loving you became a burdensome chore so I walked out the door
and it's only now I regret all the time we wasted
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         WHILE YOU WERE GONE

I never cared about those who never cared
nor those who dared
they couldn't but I saw beyond the horizon
and I always knew the wrong direction from which the sun would rise in

so i'd follow a course set by causation
and a plot preconceived by perspiration
they all warned me about despair
but I never cared about people who told me “they care”

and that path led me to become a “week-end warrior” just on the weekend
the rest of the week I tried not to gaze around the bend
then I added Wednesday because the weekend was too far away
and that's how I got to where I am today

waking up at five a.m. To get ready for my search
and each trip would begin with a prayer in an old oaken church
praying that i'd find what I so desperately need
and then Jesus reminded me that living the way I was is not why he was made to bleed

so I seek around corners for faces I recognized
and those who held what I wanted-- I surmised
so I, a seventeen year old kid followed a man until what was done was done
I followed him into a chipping lead painted hallway and he produced his gun

then there were the nights I made sure I had a wake-up shot
shoot some dope and take a few hits of pot
but i'd go to where I knew my stash was but so did he
I mean a roommate who stole my wake-up shot callously 

oh and the sweats of sickness when I had no dope
no dreams, no agenda, no guru, I was only filled with hope
first i'd be sweating and then i'd want to cry
but I never wanted to die

I didn't want to die because some cared and some never dared
so I laid out my secret life and I mean I laid it out nakedly and bared
yet I never faulted those who should have but never cared with sincerity
but then I realized, why should anyone care about me if I didn't care about me?
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Fade to Grey

The dark angels are rising
Towards the light
Where their devilish black
Will challenge the white

From the depths of Hades
To the Heavens above
They meet on earths surface
These black and white doves

Their battle cries
For the good and the bad
For their icons they fight
Whether sane or mad

Will they ever meet in the middle
Than fight this day
To merge as one
And fade to grey





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FREE CEE a balloon falls too soon

   A BALLOON FALLS TOO SOON

The same way a balloon eventually deflates
the way it falls fleetingly to the floor
the same way some items arrive in damaged crates
that's the way a lover sometimes decides to walk out the door

one day a balloon is flying high into the sky
the way it dances amidst clandestine clouds or the sun
that's the way a lover sometimes is forced to say goodbye
and has to admit that what was meant to be is finally done

when one lover takes that balloon and punctures it with a hole
and the air escapes with determined arrogance and hate
that's the way escape becomes one lover's ultimate goal
and the other learns the meaning of the word ingrate

it starts with ingratiation
Then somehow the other one becomes a prestidigitator
It begins with respect and adoration
then ends with dirty words not too much later

just like a balloon the air runs out and what once floated falls to the ground
but I suppose that's what happens when one's ego goes out of control
so the balloon can no longer seek freedom found
and one of them is responsible for puncturing the hole
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  PLEASE DON'T GET IN THAT STAR

Every day I look at the first morning star
and how I begged you not to board that car
he was too drunk and could hardly see the view
and that's robbed me of you

too many drugs and a drink or two
so just before the break of blue
I gaze above to see that star that haunts me so
and hate the night that you had to go

“don't go” I pleaded with you to stay
but for some reason you had to speed away
and so I prayed that eve of sorrow
that you would still be here tomorrow

but my prayer went for naught and unheard
the universe ignored my every word
and so you climbed into that car
and now I weep whenever I see that early morning star
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  IGNORE IT IF IT RINGS

It's strange but so many people say the same fuc*ing thing
they say “take back that necklace, that bracelet and diamond ring”
those same people hand out the very same advice
they say “that heart you thought so warm ain't very nice”

I was busy thinking about today while they were talking about tomorrow
I was hoping for kindness while her cold heart was bent on dispensing sorrow
the dreams I built on prayers were swiftly coming apart
which urged them to say “don't depend on a hardened heart”

sometimes I can't express the depression I embrace
because she says ugly things time can never erase
she tries to justify her lies with one more falsification
and fading fleetingly now is a long deceased fascination

maybe my first mistake was trying to hold on to a lie
or perhaps it was believing a romance like ours could never die
but sometimes the sun seems so bright I'm made blind by the moon
for instance that she was using a man born with a silver spoon

and so that bracelet, necklace and ring remain in her possession
although she owes me more than a singular confession
so when those people tell me to listen to what my soul has to say
all I hear is my love telling me not to simply run away

but suddenly one person says something that finally reaches my ear
and the joy we once shared turns into sadness and fear
that's when I find out that no matter how sweet love seems it can still so stalwartly sting
and that's why a pawn shop now owns that bracelet, necklace and diamond ring
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Pretty Ponies


I thought there would be pretty ponies Ponies to carry me around the bend But I find there are no ponies at all Only empty wishes at the end...


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free cee WEAPONS AND WEEDS

        WEAPONS AND WEEDS

Heed well these words of common sense
and have, at all times, a ready defense
when the enemy begins rushing in
ready your arms and clean the firing pin

take cover lest they uncover you
and try to forecast what you are going to do
strengthen your stratagem and stay stalwart as stone
and remember you have a loved one waiting for you all alone

you must stay strengthened as you hear the sound of a distant drum
for no one on earth can tell you what is yet to come
there are roses and carnations in jeopardy from weeds in a garden grown
and mute your voice whenever your enemy makes you moan

all this should be known well in advance
for we have a choice to die fighting or to dance
choose what may be your last meal from chicken to mutton
and wait for some maniac to finally press that threatening red button
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I Was Not Meant For Love

I must try to hide my love
Keep it under lock and key
For I was not meant for love
And love was not meant for me

My love is everlasting 
Unlike the changing season
My passion is so intense
It goes beyond all reason

Better to be without it
To live without constant fear
That the one whom I adore
Will make these hazel eyes tear

It’s better to keep myself
Tightly under my control
Than to give myself away
To someone without a soul

I was not made for love
And love was not made for me
It’s a sad and damning truth
All the same, it sets me free

Instead of being a dreamer
With my head up in the cloud
I’m a converted realist
My heart’s covered in a shroud

I’m dead to life and to love
What I tell you is so true
I was not made to be loved
Unless I am loved by YOU!

Eileen Manassian Ghali




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      A PIECE OF PEACE

Tomorrow is where pieces of yesterday lie hidden behind a curtain torn
and wherein is stowed future sadness and woe
yesterday..........when I began to rue my being born
and tomorrow is where pieces of today go

yesterday is when I traded strength for becoming weak
and when iniquity took today and took control
the shadow of addiction is bleary and bleak
and seeped into a son of sorrow's sin laden soul

yesterday robbed me of so many todays
then it stole my spirit like a thief in the night
it respected not my protests nor my delays
and left me with only fear, misfortune and fright

pieces of yesterday strewn all about
and my future looks more bleak by the day
now i'm left with little except doubt
ever since yesterday stole today away
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FREE CEE only if he is table to do so

let's say, for instance, Jesus comes down tomorrow afternoon
well for me that would be too god-damned soon
and lord knows i wouldn't be content
because that wouldn't give me time to properly repent

repentence for me would take quite some time
for how does one atone quickly for crime after crime?
my sorrow for such sins is seriously in arrears
so Jesus had better wait at least twenty-seven more years

if my calculations are correct i'll be 91
and perhaps then god's will would finally be done
prayers are never, by Jesus, ever met for me
yet The Bible promises He has a table set for me

since His table is ready i hope it's set very well
but i'll give you good odds it's set for me in Hell
so if that well set table in Heaven is awaiting me
tell god's enemy Satan to stop baiting me

so if you see Jesus tomorrow tell him to go back
because it's time, faith and holiness i lack
i have reverence for the fact that He's God's sanctified son
but ask him to return when i'm finally 91
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         THE MAD MATTER

I want so much to love you
the way Shakespearean characters do
I want so much to provide peace you think you deserve
but too many things you do spark my every nerve 

I want so much to be able to give you all that you need
but then i'm confronted with the one I love's ample greed
I give and give and yet you name me a fake
but in actuality the thing you do best is to take

you'll tell me perfume and flowers don't matter
but you're not addressing the Mad Hatter
because i've seen your ire aflame when you don't get a scent or a bud
and to take and not give must be in your blood

I wish I could wish that you would wish to share
and dress you up with style and flair
but the game you play is one I cannot bear
actions and words that are unrighteous and unfair
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         A FETAL PROPOSITION

There is a portion of the population
in this particular nation
that just don't or won't understand me
and won't let me be the me I need to be

i'm laying in a pool of sweat
my blanket and sheets are soaking wet
i'm shaking and in a fetal position
because kicking a heroin habit is a frightening proposition

so they don't get the fact at all
that i'm at a point of rise or fall
they call me reminiscing about the good old days
while i'm trying to forget them in a number of ways

so Tommy calls, and Lenny calls and Richie calls as well
all asking me if I want to meet them on the way to hell
i'm trying to kick a habit but its kicking my ass instead
and they want to know if I want to get high, well why don't I just
slice my wrists instead
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FREE CEE as this plant rants

AS THIS PLANT RANTS

I am but a rose that froze
Despite the hunger of August's heat
And each evening my hatred grows
Since your beauty claimed my defeat

I am but a wilted willow worn
My leaves like tears fallen to the ground
As I curse the day when you were born
And I am  a fool your selfishness found

I am but an oak that broke
Each branch snapped by your decree
You were the winter who speciously spoke
And now I am but a dry and dying tree

No water can replenish what you stole
My trunk cannot be strengthened by the richest soil
I once stood straight as any pole
Until you found this fool to be your foil
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a MATTER of GRAVITY and DEPRAVITY by the galactically amazing FREE CEE

            A MATTER OF GRAVITY AND DEPRAVITY

where art thou when I need thee most
ah yes, thou has become a ghost
a wishing well empty, a pond depleted
as I stand BEFORE THEE, a man defeated

i have been overcome by demons inside
and when they request "why hast he died"
say unto them he was a man with thirst un-quenched
and tell them i died with my teeth well clenched

"clenched" question they, "but why" they wonder
"because," responds you "of the certain thunder"
"hear not thee the sound that killed him well?"
"Oh yes, now we hear why he was condemned unto Hell"

"so" sayeth thee, tell them without any doubt
there will be, due to his death, become a drought
a dryness no man nor god can create
"because," inform them, "my man was slain solely by hate"

" 'twas hatred which condemned him unto the fire,
and to all I swear, my man was no liar
he told the truth before the Temple of Love
until a thousand demonic angels appeared from above"

so let them hear the words of a man sworn unto death
and vow to them all that with each blessed breath
easiness, that evening, arrived my sweet
because 'twas with eagerness my death did I meet

thusly do I swear when you gaze around
and find not by body, to which Hell was bound
remember my face and this most memorable date
for that 'twas the eve your man died of SELF-hate
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            A LESSON IN CONFESSION

I am confessing that you are a blessing to me
Especially whenever your are caressing me
If sometimes it seems like I need my solitude
Believe me baby, I’m not trying to be rude

Oftentimes when the spirit moves me
 I’m moved by your beauty that behooves me
Even when I’m alone with the all the lights out
You remind me of what kindness is all about

You are the midnight moon and the afternoon sun
You are where the beauty of brightness is begun
My world begins and ends with your smile
And the way you make me smile all the while

You own a patent on the laughter both of us share
And every time you grin I’m convinced how much you care
Your concern is evidenced by all the loving things you do
And I am confessing that I will never stop loving you

So let this be my confession thusly stated
That your loveliness cannot be overrated
Because I’m confessing that no one should be guessing
That you are this maudlin man’s main and only blessing
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free cee KEEP OVER PRICED IN CHRISTMAS

P OVER-PRICED IN CHRISTMAS

To hell with Hallmark and their bourgeois cards of greeting
Sent to wives from guilty husbands who are always cheating
Or to that teenage blonde who wiggles for older men only
Sent from a young teenage boy who she leaves lying lonely

To hell with Macy’s and their senile Santa in a cheap suit
To hell with their sales with which honesty has a major dispute
I have no tears for Sears and no bucks for Roebuck too
And to The Home Depot and Loews I say to both buck you

The commercials on television go on adfinitum
While commercialism and greed become an item
There’s fake snow and snowballs that never melt
While the Santa in Macy’s is made to tighten his belt

Wal-Mart and K-Mart both sell the same damned crap
But at Macy’s your little brat can sit on Senile Santa’s soiled lap
These are all places where compassion and Christmas spirit is defied
And I don’t think a really good Christmas sale is why our savior Jesus died
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The Little Girls Abyss

Ever since I was young
I always had this dream
About a little girl who lived next door
Who drowned in a nearby stream

I don't know what possessed me
But I always knew one day
She would turn up at my door
And ask me out to play


I mentioned it to my parents
They said "listen" and sat me down
It happened before we moved here
Her bigger sister let her drown

The family we bought the house from
Moved on from the fear of this
Their teenage daughter suffered nightmares
And dreamt of a wet abyss


Many years have passed
I am now well into my teens
But this aura that still surrounds me
Everywhere I look she's seen

One evening I went to shower
As normal I pulled back the screen 
I turned to look in the mirror
She was there, staring back at me

There was an incredible similarity
She looked like me when i was young
Now having shown herself, is it over
Or has it really just begun





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That White Building

We left New York City, moving to a Mid West town Where the sky was a pretty blue, and a land of greening gown Buildings painted white, stood out against the scene But a sensing of the untouched made my mind internally scream I always got this feeling as we walked their streets of old What could I be not be seeing, what have we not been told When we stopped to say hello, we felt that we were all alone It's not what we seen in the brochure, when we decided to move our home As the weeks and months progressed, our daughter became very withdrawn Which is very out of character, for she's normally as fresh as the dawn Then the day arrived that would change our lives forever She never came home the previous night, the worry of parental sever As we awoke the following morning, it appeared so different from other days The skies were a strange shade of red, no voices from children's play No sounds of life could be heard, no insects or birds on the wing When normally it's as vibrant as life, buzzing whilst others sing We set off to look for our daughter, shouting her name as we go Walking through empty streets as our minds drift in worried grow We hear some strange kind of chanting, it's from that white building ahead Whilst above us the skies turn a redding grey, I feel a sensing dread We reach this building of white, past the river turned red by the sky Peering through the window, I'm now in parental cry For standing by the alter is my daughter in demonic stare Around her are hoards of locusts, whilst down her body a snake she wears Strange chantings resonate with echo, as the congregation screams in wild display What events are unfolding in front of us, it should be a normal summers day As they turn and look towards the window, so many eyes stare through the pane We become suffocated by their hoards, it appears the locusts reign Somehow we escaped this horror, from that white building beside the river Every time I look into my thoughts, it's leaves me in a cold cold shiver The same brochure appeared for years, alluring families to this Mid West town Who would move where no children play, in it's silence you could easily drown


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FREE CEE holding the Holy Bible liable

    HOLDING THE HOLY BIBLE LIABLE 

My life was an allegiance to the Alpha
My home an homage to the Omega
I sacrificed my soul to the sacred Son
And my only duty was that His will be done

His tomb became my womb alone
I gave thanks to those who removed the stone
I lifted up His name each time I drew a breath
And revered the One who never suffered unto death

Mine eyes were faithfully fixated upon my Father’s cross
He who walked upon a sea no storm could ever toss
With glory gave I to the resurrection’s vow
And at His holy alter I bent at once to bow

I was kindred to his kindness and his holy name
He who came to heal the ill and strengthened those who were lame
My heart was His church and his apostles resided there as well
He who set a table in Heaven and forever there to dwell

Every morning was a mass and a sacrament to his soul
Each evening I vowed to make atonement my only goal
But then came sordid sin and my abiding loyalty faded fast
And my commitment to His commandments is part and parcel of what has now patently passed
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FREE CEE this TOWER has POWER

              THIS TOWER HAS POWER

I dwell in a place called “the tower of prayer”
within there is only one bed and one empty chair
there is no door and if you want out they won't accept any pay
the only way out of this tower is to thank Our Father every day

the tower teaches me that a man can be alone and still feel free
but that doesn't hold true for a weak man like me
they say this tower is the one and only
and it also teaches me that a man can be alone and will feel excruciatingly lonely

within this spire there are no tower mates
and each of us pay varied and sundry rates
those who pray for themselves pay more
and if you pray for others you may finally find the door

if you should one day discover yourself a resident at “the tower of prayer”
keep in mind there have already been a million souls there
almost a million people have suffered until the sequestration is done
and the amount of people who prayed His way out is only one
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             TO PENETRATE MY FATE

The light cannot possibly penetrate…..
Not through a curtain of horrid hate
While warring  warriors die in vain
And God knows I can’t stand their pain

The light cannot fit through a crack in the dark
Nor can it deem the delight of a lark
A bird who begets beauty when he takes unto flight
Nor can it deem a dove who dines on delight

Darkness holds the key to everything….
Even when an angel is well-pleased to sing
There is disorder in the middle of a flame 
And it’s the darkness in my brain where I place the blame



There was a sanctimonious sermon spoken on the mount
And the death of soldiers too numerous to count
Homicide holds heathens hostage today
And it doesn’t matter what the secularists   
may say

From shores of shame to a reef of grief
I have no religion, respite nor relief
The best of a beast is where the answer may dwell
As insanity insidiously intrudes upon my shameful shell

I broke a mirror today into a thousand pieces
And I’ve also broken a thousand leases
A lease on life that is ridden with lies
And my life is that which even a demon decries

So I repent for what I have been sent
And I also repent for being an ungentle gent
Every grievous set of  situations I am  granted is grounded in grief
So wake me when God grants me some kind of relief
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world bore one like most of the boring poetry y'all rape

 
                WORLD BORE ONE

I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall
I know what I have, what I want and that which I need
And that each oak tree starts with one tiny seed

I can’t explain why some things are good or bad
I don’t understand why there’s less happy than sad
I do know that my good deeds are rewarded with a simple smile
And that each debutante begins with style

I don’t pretend to know important things
But I do know about wedding rings
Not that there’s a woman waiting for me
Because most women presume junkies like me will flee

Please don’t ask me queries I can answer not
I can tell you which cup of sassafras tea is cold and which is hot
I can feed the chickens, milk the cows and do some other chores
But I cannot for the life of me explain why there are so man f***ing wars
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free cee FOR BLANKET OF STARDUST CONTEST a star took her afar

     A STAR TOOK HER AFAR

I am a star tripper
skipping from star to star
but then a lady stole the Big Dipper
and now I search from near to far

we used to sit upon the handle
each speaking of our past
we spoke of a travesty and a scandal
and both whispered “your union will never last”

so now I look up to a sorrowful sky
alas the starlight used to seem so bright
but now each star is heard and seen to cry
as they weep for my fruitless plight

the moon was a lamp unto our feet
until she left with the Big Dipper in her pocket
sometimes even stars can be indiscreet
so I still wear her picture in a golden locket
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free cee duel with death written for ELIZABETH O'CONNELL because she moves me

      DUELING WITH DEATH
I always believed i'd die young
robbed of the dreams to which I clung
making it to the apex, the summit, the top
and then suddenly I'D have to stop

I dug my spikes into the mountain's snow
as I begged my feet simply to go
but the longer I prayed the longer the trek seem to last
yet and still I always believed I'd have a very short past

I walked the arid and cracked sand of deserts alone
sometimes upright, often prone
crawling and thinking about all the horrid things i've done
being soaked by the humidity and seared by the sun

I tripped lightly over live land mines with fear
as the enemy and armaments drew near
they marched closer with a frightening stare of temerity
but that's all right, I was never bent on longevity
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         THAT'S NOT ME

i'll never hear "honey come look at the moon"
it was beautiful and  so was she to me
we'll never laugh at that ice cream store
the way we did so many times before

     I TRIED SO HARD FOR YOU
i tried so hard to do what you needed me to do
all my effort went into being something new
until the mountains and hills height grew

like weeds choked the vine of roses i bought you once a week
we'll never again dance  with the passion you would seek
i know had i changed into the three piece suit i'd be better man
but fate and the universe had an over-riding and different plan

never again will i enfold my arms about the cutest little body i loved so
never again  will you teach me about something i didn't know
never again will i beg you take a cruise on the open  sea
AND I'M LEAVING BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
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         THAT'S NOT ME

i'll never hear "honey come look at the moon"
it was beautiful and  so was she to me
we'll never laugh at that ice cream store
the way we did so many times before

     I TRIED SO HARD FOR YOU
i tried so hard to do what you needed me to do
all my effort went into being something new
until the mountains and hills height grew

like weeds choked the vine of roses i bought you once a week
we'll never again dance  with the passion you would seek
i know had i changed into the three piece suit i'd be better man
but fate and the universe had an over-riding and different plan

never again will i enfold my arms about the cutest little body i loved so
never again  will you teach me about something i didn't know
never again will i beg you take a cruise on the open  sea
AND I'M LEAVING BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
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           LINEAR LONGEVITY

One cannot assuage one’s age
Once one is forced to turn a page
On to the next chapter at hand
And perhaps on to a foreign land

I cannot deny what your eyes espy
Wrinkles that weren’t there yesterday
But are now on my face to stay
Linear signs that signify three scores of years
Brought about by laughter and too many tears
Crevices created and fated by fears
And grief that is difficult to gauge
Because no one can assuage one’s age

Time has sculpted this face of mine
A furrowed brow by fate’s design
Behind these lines is a lengthened tale
And reminders of when my life first turned stale
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Venom

It spews like a flaming fountain,
From a dark reservoir within.
Fueled by pain and deception. 
From behind a mocking grin.

It grows like spreading wildfire,
Fed by jealousy and hate.
From the depths of a dark desire,
Words on hooks are the bait.

Striking like a match underfoot
Burns the soul like acid.
Leaves behind a hot coals of soot,
In a mind that had been placid.

It strikes when least expected,
With the victim most defenseless.
The scornful poison has infected,
The victim shocked and senseless.

What advantage is to be gained,
With these futile displays of spite?
A brutal power that has been feigned,
Because they think they are right.


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FREE CEE i would fix the wrong song but i am not that strong

something in this world is going terribly awry
and i know why
because the ones in silk don't give a damn about the nameless ones
but they all claim our problems are due to the blameless ones

they cry not for the mother who just lost her last living daugther
and a marage is the only source of safe drinking water
as the homeless ones lose their shoes and their pride
to the ones with a brand new Mercedes Benz as their latest ride

something in this world is going terribly wrong
because a sanctimonious choir is singing a horribly un-harmonious song
and the helpless ones can't find a place where they truly belong
and i'd carry all the guilt upon my shoulders but i ain't that strong

little in this world is making any kind of sense
because hurricanes are blowing away fragile canvas tents
while the rich ones rest easy behind their white picket fence
and believe me, none of them can offer any kind of viable defense
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                   DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN TAKE A PEE?

I assure all of you one thing about this universe
it's getting worse
starving tiny little ones are crying
while their daddies are busy dying

some young man decides love is something some don't 
and so he commits an atrocity most won't 
he thinks that which is false is actually true
and that's how his partner ends up black and blue

there are stars thousands of years old who where witness to it all
as the moon watched the very first star fall
meteors crashed into a planet prolifferated by extinct reptiles
on a place that pathetic people defile

this earth is nothing but a huge porto-pottie for everyone
and the pipes burst when they get over-heated by a savage sun
fecal matter is the matter and how it gets into our drinking water
as we pray for the future of our sons and our daughter

some people have no regard for nature, people or trees
and this universe is suffering from an incurable disease
hardly anyone says thank you, you're welcome or please
and this is the planet where Satan pees
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 A CHOIR SINGS OF WINGS NO MORE

The night roared darker than dark ever thought dark could be
When an angel began doing dastardly things to me
Sadly now a heavenly choir no longer sings
Their silence a sacrament to an angel who suddenly lost her wings

Begotten was I a night with loathsome fangs of unfettered fear
A viper with venom more vile than my vessel could bear
The manner in which a bat flies fearlessly through nighttime’s throat
As it pertains to me that evening was akin to a Judas Goat

Angels are supposed to take flight, not take to fight
But oh that laboriously long and repugnant night
She was an angel with an aura and the aroma of spring
But woe to such an evening when a choir was quieted to sing

This angel won’t die but she’s now tethered to the ground
sans extra-sensory perception I know not to where she is bound
Wherever she goes it will be without that choir’s heavenly sound
And I to carve woeful words about the evening an angel was found
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         THAT'S NOT ME

i'll never hear "honey come look at the moon"
it was beautiful and  so was she to me
we'll never laugh at that ice cream store
the way we did so many times before

     I TRIED SO HARD FOR YOU
i tried so hard to do what you needed me to do
all my effort went into being something new
until the mountains and hills height grew

like weeds choked the vine of roses i bought you once a week
we'll never again dance  with the passion you would seek
i know had i changed into the three piece suit i'd be better man
but fate and the universe had an over-riding and different plan

never again will i enfold my arms about the cutest little body i loved so
never again  will you teach me about something i didn't know
never again will i beg you take a cruise on the open  sea
AND I'M LEAVING BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
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free cee MRS SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS this made my girlfriend weep

        MRS. SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS

So they trekked up the mountain covered with snow
surrounded by white with only one place to go
they were headed for a place where money could be made
but the job they do leaves so many squealing and afraid

spurs on their shoes and the dollar sign in their eyes
each step brings them closer to the clear blue skies
ice picks, shovels and the all important implement
and none of these men deserve any form of compliment

footsteps bring them nigh to their prey
because this is a job with mighty good pay
it just requires heartlessness and a dark heart
with selfishness playing it's specious part

suddenly they come into vision at rest
just living snowballs about to face their final test
mallets and hammers paint the white with red
so Mrs. Society can wear the fur of a baby seal beaten until they were dead
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free cee A VOICE VIEING WITH SILENCE

she heard what i had to say
from a thousand miles away
me in the east and her wherever angels dwell
one look and i fell under her spell

she couldn't see me and especially my lips
yet she heard what i had to say about her luscious hips
she saw not mine blue eyes that yearned to see her
and i was never lucky enough for things like that to occur

my voice sailed over sand and snow
its tone getting higher and my hopes sunken low
she never returned any of my sideways glances
but i was just screamings and taking my chances

for years my words took to the road or the street
and for too many years it was my belief i'd face defeat
my voice took its time but finally it got through
and 18 years later we both said to each other "i love you"
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NUCLEAR HASTE

Forever is possible for those who believe
Some others forever, like hers, made this man grieve
Forever is a dream for those claimed certain
While for me forever is akin to a lead-lined curtain

She said “forever,” I heard the lady declare
Alas, for people like me forever is unceremoniously unfair
“forever” sometimes makes some people cry
Especially when one’s vow of forever is flaccid and a naked lie

I heard her vow “forever” but wish I had not
Because for lovers like myself forever is an unfair plot
My lover’s “forever” faded into a mist of mystery
Since for lovers such as me forever meant misery

She said “forever” but her forever offered an unfortunate fate
Until my forever became a forever filled with hate
Perhaps she voiced “forever” in a hurry and with haste
But as for me the only thing that is ever forever is nuclear waste
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FREE CEE simply die those tears

      SIMPLY DIE THOSE TEARS

I suppose there are things i'll never learn about people
i'd like to know
not insignificant things such as what they do and where
they go
i'd like to know some pertinent information
like how they can display such inconsideration

I know this lady whose friend was very ill
the doctors couldn't cure her with an injection or any pill
according to the physicians she was practically at death's door
but that cruel lady acted as if it was something easy for her to ignore

I know this man whose friend's father died the day before
yet he acted as if paying his condolences was some kind of chore
these were two men who were once thick as thieves
but that man didn't give a damn how badly and sadly his old friend grieves

it boggles my mind how cruel certain people can be
but that doesn't go for a person with a heart and soul such as me
because every time some woman or man comes to die
it could be a stranger to me yet and still i'll find myself urged to cry
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free cee UNLIKE ME I WILL BET HE WAS A CHUBBY HUBBY

UNLIKE ME I WILL BET HE WAS A CHUBBY HUBBY

I had many extraordinary expectations
Some of them out of the ordinary but none out of order
You had your own secret obligations
Such as a husband, son and a very young daughter

Whenever a wretched wind whips and blows
Whenever a chill wills me chapped, trapped and cold too
Whenever or wherever a loathsome weed grows
Whenever these things happen I’m reminded of you

I never knew about two children and a spouse
Oh yes I did but you swore the two of you were divorced
I did, however, once see your quaint sunny yellow house
But you swore you saw hubby only when frightfully forced

Well that wasn’t the case but I, with certainty, wish it was
So here sit I without a sliver of a silver dime
You lied because that’s what an unmitigated liar does
And instead of meeting you I’d rather have done a long stint of prison time
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sank shoe ary

        SANK---SHOE----ARY

One evening I sank into sanctuary
I wasn't lonely although i was alone
I once visited a maudlin mortuary
and it made me wish i were nothing but bone

no flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
just my body in a coffin forged of brass
i'm not certain why I had a wish to be dead
perhaps I was tired of walking upon broken glass

in that mortuary all was quiet and still
no shouts from the masses religion quells
I was growing weary of always walking uphill
and wished to silence some old church bells

next to the mortuary stood a church with fools they be
in rapt attention the congregation listened as the pious priest spoke
while in the very last row of pews sat a silent me
it was my sole desire to separate myself from those kind of folk

i would not nor dare open a hymnal to sing
and to this day I remain ever contrary
i break commandments to which the foolish cling
so I raced back to the sanctity of that sanctuary
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                INDIGNANT INSOLENCE

One can live his life with dignity
But all too oft one cannot die with it
Death robs one of more than his breath
Like if you’re unable to wipe your ass when you take a sh*t

some deaths are humiliation personified
It is a reality one cannot outrun
Try as you might it eventually wins
When your final day is finally done

Death doth not delay on it’s quest
Or alter a course fate has foretold
‘tis a merciless mission it’s set upon
Until a body’s been laid out marble cold

There is no dignity in agony’s curse
Nor hardened heart and brittle bone
The only hope for dignity that exists is this……
That death be swift while one is alone
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free cee TORO TORTURED

                        TORO TORTURED

I never want another dream to enter my head
If necessary I’ll never again enter my bed
Of late my dreams are all of dreariness and dread
And rather than dream I’d rather be dead

Why, beg I, must I dream every night,
only to awake amidst misery and fright?
With my eyes opened wide all my dreams have been denied
And a diabolical demon held mass when they died 

There is thunder in my dreams to shake me awake
And my heart is for midnight quite alone to break
In my dreams lovers all take their leave
And that’s just another reason I fear the eve

So what I must do is like lasso my dreams
Rope them to the ground under mystic moonbeams
In the middle of midnight’s rodeo are dreams of bloody gore
And it seems that the sunshine never settles the score
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free cee I WISH I KNEW WHY I WAS SO GOOD TO YOU

     I WISH I KNEW WHY I WAS SO GOOD TO YOU

I was so good to you
because you were to good to be true
it felt so natural just holding your hand
and embracing you felt so grand

then he came along out of the blue
the man I warned you wouldn't be good for you
he'd either make you sweat, regret or cry
and when you play with his lady white you could die

i'd been down that road for eight years
and I told you the man could drive you to tears
but then I took a detour and got away from the fears
and I spoke words only an intelligent being ever hears

so heed these words I now speak
beware of the man I beg you not to seek
lady white and Mr. Man speak words untrue
while all the time I tried to be so good for you
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free cee A JUNKIES JOUST WITH INJUSTICE

  PLEASE DON'T SPEAK SO CLOUD
clouds converge overhead
but only over mine
everywhere else it's sunny instead
so i take the cloudiness as a sign

a cloud sighs up in the skies
as addiction, a hopeless affliction hampers me
and yes, this junkie hopelessly cries
while my tears compete with a cloud's humidity

i wonder about humidity's humility
for it's subservient to a cloud
as i am submissive to the rain's decree
for it declares me a failure right out loud

its voice is thunder, roaring with might
and i hear every god forsaken word
and although i put up quite a good fight
its message of disaster has been loudly heard

the clouds over my head are a sign
of the doom i'm certain is soon to arrive
sometimes i wish that i was born blind
or even that i was never alive
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FREE CEE why must i be betrayed by the people i respect the most

Why must I be betrayed by people I respect the most
Everything in my life has become a contradiction
All I hear now are cowards who are quick to boast
And any respect I had for these people turned out to be pure fiction

Why must the people I consider friends treat me with enmity
When they should be eager to concede to a simple request
Why to people I consider allies all seem not to care then I deem them the enemy
And answer to the demonic voice of the devil’s behest

I have no place to hide as I used to in crowded bars
I have no place to run from people who sold themselves out for a few sheckles more or less 
I am left with a wounded lamb and a body marred by bloody scars
And only sorrow for cowards that this burdened man is left to confess

I used to have a grand design which demanded I fulfill
I used to have hope and a way to ignore selfish folk
I used to have the means, way and will
but now i'm left destitute, depressed and broke
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HEAL BETTER FAST

HEAL BETTER FAST

there is no way
nothing i can say
but to say i ache
at nature's mistake

someone like this lady should never be ill
and to hear of it is a putrid pill
it's difficult to swallow why she'd be in pain
when i can't figure out who has what to gain

i felt her discomfort as she typed a note
and believe me i know pain by rote
but that's just my pain and her's hurts more
because her kindness and talent are imossible to ignore

she doesn't know this but the lady taught me about sympathy
and made me understand the difference between that and empathy
so now all i'm left to do is pray to the universe and/or the moon
that this lovely lady feel better soon
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FREE CEE i speak to sy freud couldn't figure out this freak

I SPEAK TO SAY FREUD COULDN'T FIGURE OUT THIS FREAK

My meandering mind beseeches me to speak
While my body bespeaks of it being weak
My brain has become both numb and recalcitrant
And if the truth be known I am a malcontent

I used to have the capability to compute important things
I knew how much change to get when the cash register rings
Now my intellect and intelligence are both null and void
Sh*t, I’d perplex the hell out of even Sigmund Freud

I am irreverent, a rebel and a reprobate
I cannot love so I latch on to hate
Hatred comes easy for a man consumed by regret
Haunted by the travesties I’ve caused and cannot forget

I hate all the people who say “no” to my request
I hate each person who won’t do something at my behest
I hate all the people who hate me for being what I am
And being consumed by hate is from where my problems all stem

I hate all the women who beg “I love you but change”
I hate all the men who are correct when they label me strange
My muddled mind says “speak” yet and still I remain mute
And of the fact that I’m f*cked up there is no ****ing dispute
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OKAY I DID NOT RAPE MY GRANDMA BUT DID KILL MY MOTHER

    A VIEW FROM BEYOND THE BLUE

I hate to see the world grow this way
Everything seems like an aimless gray
Over there used to be a cow’s habitat  all blazingly green
Now it’s just another iron and concrete scene

Building latter day dinosaurs against our iconoclastic dreams
They grow taller and stronger fortified by iron beams 
Over there used to be where I played football as a child
But now it’s that same field progress has defiled

My eyes scan the scenery and cry for a society’s pretense
Weeping for the fools without shame nor common sense
Each day the sky is obscured by what man came to build
And all of those cows have now been killed

This is your worthless world and it’s gone terribly awry
So I’ll remain in the breath of clouds and fantasy’s fog till I die
Because ain’t no reason for me to return except Raggae and rum
And get the valet to pull around our car, but not Jake, he’s too dumb

And you all can do me a favor and entertain me while you bear the crown
I want to spit on every fool, every bigot and everyone I deem a morose clown
So I’ll simply stay where I am in a place that keeps me ever calm
While I seek out men willing to wager on who’ll be the first to release a nuclear bomb  
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Absent

I don't love you for your wit
You're always spitting bile.
Reluctantly  I now admit
I do not love your smile.

Nor do love your manly touch
And I don't love your smell.
I just don't love you very much,
So why's your silence hell?

I do not miss your lilting voice,
Nor do I miss your kiss.
I've never seen your laughing eyes
So what is there to miss? 

I don't love your hand in mine
It's strictly for the birds.
Without your love I'm doing fine,
But how I miss your words.


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DID U C WHAT TRAIN THAT KID GOT UNDER

   DID YOU SEE WHAT TRAIN THAT LITTLE KID GOT ON?

When your good friends keep dying around you life ain’t so great
You ask how they died while fearing the answer
It’s always something devastating dispensed by fate
Sometimes it’s drugs, and sometimes IT’S cancer

Or, by the way, did you hear about Jersey Chuck
What a way to go, getting hit by a train
You know, after all is said and done and I’ve said oh f**k
I think the trains is best because I believe you  get hit so hard you don’t feel any pain

And let’s not even discuss when a friend’s child dies
Funerals, eulogies, weeping moaning and tears
All this for a five year old lad with intriguingly opaque eyes
All that for a child only on this planet for five years

So thus far we’ve established that I’m a coward and weak
And that getting hit by a train is good if it’s death you seek
Today a really close friend died whose sister and I went steady
And I guess the universe wipes you away even if you’re not ready
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                     DEATH ON DAD'S DAY

dear dad, i know you can't read this now
and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how
and today it still remains the same
because i alone accept all the blame

you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich
and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a *****
it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn
but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn

i put you through hell a thousand times or more
you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door
well now that door is no more and either are you
and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do

i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day
and since six months ago i grieve every single day
all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of
and instead you got a villain who abused the word love

so if you could only see my tears
as i gaze back over the years
i think you'd understand and believe
that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve
   I LOVED YOU DAD AND I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FILL YOUR SHOES
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Lights Out Anxiety

How I dread that time of the night
     Lights out as I wait anxiously
To fall asleep, encounter dreams
     My subconscious delivery

Will they be sweet and filled with peace?
     Or will dreams take a different course
If spicy food has been consumed
     Nightmares display severe remorse

Some say dreams reflect the future
     Counselors say they reflect past acts
But where do the monsters come from?
     Those who try to whack with axes!

So as I lay me down to sleep
      I pray for dreams that bring sweet thoughts
With loving hearts we approach day
     “Lights Out!” Anxieties increase


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THE ANGRY MAN

Dumb as a sack of hammers,
He thinks he knows it all.
He knows enough to get him by,
But blames you if he falls.

He's careful but not confident.
He's never known a day,
When he was happy or content.
He never learned to play.

He blames all that upon his wife.
Lord knows she isn't perfect;
But he blames her for everything,
And says she is defect.

If things go wrong as things will do,
He blames her for it all.
He knows he didn't cause it,
So she must take the fall.

He complains most every day,
'Bout this, that or the other.
Life in general he can't take,
Seems breathing is a bother.

He blames her for their lot in life.
'Thout her he'd be rich.
It's all her fault, he knows it is,
She's such a stupid bitch.

For years she's lived with naught but strife.
Not one good word he's spoken.
What would he do without his wife,
Without his little token?

He knows he really needs her.
'Thout her he'd be alone.
No one else would hang around,
And listen to him moan.

He needs her there for company,
To play his little game.
Without her he'd be all alone,
And then who would he blame?

                                   Judy Ball




Some people wouldn't be happy if you peed in their cornflakes.



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murder MAYBE


         ANOTHER DOUBTING PROMISE
----
Yeah yeah, I heard all about your word
I read your comic book through and through
My eyes absorbed the absurd premise about a taunting and talking snake
And along with Thomas I am one of the doubting few

Yeah yeah, there was this apple 
And a word you called “temptation”
So the chick sacrificed a rib and ate of the fruit
And as for me your whole novel causes me only consternation

Now let’s examine the exhibits exposed
Exhibit “A” is ridiculous at best
Exhibit “B” proves that your god has a sick sense of humor
And as for the results of further examination simply eliminate the rest

There’s only one thing missing in your comic book
There are no multi-colored images and/or illustration
You and your staff wrote a whole lot of stuph
However were you to ask my religion I would reply “I worship wonderment and fascination”
     © 2011.…..
         ~free
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I SANG A SONG THAT WENT ALL WRONG free cee

      THAT SONG WENT WRONG

We danced all night as you listened to my serenade 
You heard the music romance made
While we two-stepped in your living room
Until that room filled with my tears became a tomb

I sang to you about the magic that could be
I crooned a tune about the mystic music made by you and me
We harmonized with notes so sweet
Until two part harmony met with defeat

My song contained lyrics of sheer adoration
So we sang and danced until your love’s cessation
When our music was silenced and your love as well
And no longer will my overture swell

My song was stilled by sorrow and tears
While I played a melody only a lover hears
Now there’s no more harmonious song
And we no longer dance all night long
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free cee RAISE THEM FROM THE DREAD

        RAISE THEM FROM THE DREAD

Methinks the lady believes she can raise the dead
at least that is what resides in her head
mrs. lazarus is just an illusion
until reality brings her delusion to a conclusion

there are things she thinks only she can do
the lady believes she is one of only a few
if she perceives that someone is asking too much
she immediately dismisses a person from her clutch

the lady has had men that come and go
and one broken heart was mine, I know
she has a metaphorical funeral for every man gone
while her ex-lover's tears flow on and on

friends come and go until the circumstance repeats and repeats
but one day she'll awake knowing what cruelty defeats
she'll realize how many smiles and laughter she's muted
and the fact that her ego is out of control cannot be disputed
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The Great Divide

Racism
Schism
A void
To Altruism

A means
Promote
A path
To more division

The color
The people
Is purple
Ever equal?

Is there
Some way
To span
Across the Steeple

In truth
We lie
And know
Consistent evil

Deny
Deny
The populous
Primeval


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free cee POOR ME-POOR ME-POUR ME ANOTHER ONE

     POOR ME-POOR ME- POUR ME ANOTHER ONE

This is the tale of Andre and Lowell
Andre was black and Lowell was white
this is the tale of the car both of them stole
and a court system that just ain't right

Andre was from the hood where money is scarce
and the inhabitants lived day to day
the days could be combative and the nights were fierce
but Lowell came from the right side of the San Francisco Bay

Lowell's dad had a high paying job down town
Andre's dad worked for the day labor folk
Lowell went to a dance with a girl in a gorgeous gown
Andre couldn't go anywhere because his family was broke

one night the two friends had nothing to do
when both of their visions espied a Porshe, brand fu*king new
Andre knew the ins and outs of hot wiring a car
and Lowell knew it would take them near or far

well they didn't get very far that night 
because suddenly red and blue lights began to flash
the night was dark but the colored lights were bright
and all six cops were burly and brash

so they were cuffed and taken to jail
and they both need money to get out
of course Lowell got out because daddy made bail
and thus began a course in what racism is all about

the next morning they met before the judge
Lowell sat there in ease knowing he had a lawyer expensive as hell
Andre stayed motionless, afraid to make a budge
and his body a lot of sweat to quell

one separate trial but two outcomes were announced
Lowell's daddy had money so the lawyer cost seventy-five grand
Andre's jaw dropped when he heard his sentence pronounced
as he thought about how men on the chain gang became so tanned

Andre got five to eight years in a prison upstate
Lowell got no community service and a ninety dollar fine
all Andre could do was complain to his present cell mate
while Lowell continued buying caviar and drinking the finest wine

so that was the tale of a car, two friends and justice denied
because the rich and poor have two different laws
behind her mask the lady of law simply cried
and instead of nails she should have claws
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Painted on Smiles

As days go by,
I slowley fade,
Into the shadows,
Of the day.

My eyes grow dull,
My voice gone weak,
My steps get slower,
And hope, I forseek.

Nobody notices,
How my heart slowley tears.
I'm just another weed,
In this garden of despair.

So I walk around,
Shoulders heavy with denial,
As my life goes on,
With this painted on smile.


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free cee WHY CRY I

             WHY, CRY I

I wonder if my disappointment will ever dissipate?
And will my sorrow suddenly end tomorrow?
Will my life create anything but hate?
And instead of lending will I be able to borrow?

Questions are legion in a region of few solutions
There is no one wise enough to help me out
No one with eloquent enough elocution 
Only people to heap upon me further doubt

Will I ever will away the will to ask why?
And can there ever be a finale of fascination?
I wonder why I cry out to no longer cry,
when there is nothing more than further frustration?

So many questions for me to consider
While I while time away by escaping away
I suppose peace goes to the highest bidder
At least that’s what I wish wizened people would say
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free cee IF YOU LOOK AT THIS CAREFULLY U WILL FIND THE WORD SHE USED fiascal

IF YOU SEARCH CAREFULLY YOU WILL FIND THE WORD “FIASCO” HIDDEN 
                                    SOMEWHERE WITHIN THIS POEM

She was a maze that led me to amazement
A labyrinth that led to love
She was a puzzle with ill-fitting pieces
She was everything and all of the above

She was laughter at a party and the icing on a cake
She was Christmas presents and a raise in pay
She was a statue of statuesque proportions pleasing to the eye
She was all these things until she opted away

She was just so god-damned stupid
But my god she was so damned cute
She was just such a god-damned liar
One who set afire to my desire

She had wings akin to a mast and its sail
And no angel ever flew any higher
The time we spent together was spent amidst neon colors 
A temptress of whom I would never tire

She was just so god-damned funny
She recounted jokes to me expediently
But the lady was seriously unfunny in bed
And alas, after bed her joke would be on me

She was just such a god-damned liar
And as for truth I never knew where a damned clue hid
She was just as hot as that old Lake Of Fire
But holy sh*t the babe was so damned stupid
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FREE CEE breakfast not at Tiffanys

    BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun hadn’t risen yet as the red neon shone
Suddenly our waiter dropped a plate on the floor
Danny and I both heard the clumsy server moan
And then a good looking lady walked through the door

She donned a halter top and our eyes didn’t falter
Danny and I stared with amorous thoughts in our head
Just then she greeted her boyfriend named Walter
And there went our thoughts of getting her in bed

Walter was six-feet-three and two hundred pounds
A man neither Danny nor I cared to rile
A waitress emptied some stale coffee grounds
Some of which fell on the floor of ceramic tile

An old gray haired lady ate some kind of slop
I couldn’t identify the food with specificity
While Danny and I ate the waiter grabbed a mop
And Danny told me about a hot chick named Felicity

Our conversation flowed from Felicity to friends and foes
Then I ordered one more piece of toast and an egg
Just then Walter and his girlfriend arose
And that’s when I noticed a gun strapped to Walter’s leg

It seemed that Walter didn’t plan on paying the check
And so he stuck his gun in the owner’s flustered face
He then grabbed the pretty waitress by the neck
When suddenly the owner sprayed Walter with mace

While all this went on Danny went for the register’s cash
A move which truly had astounded me
Both of us ran out and made a maniacally mad dash
And that’s how two junkies got a lot of dope in essence for free
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FREE CEE are those scars from Mars







SOME SCARS ARE FROM FLEAS WHILE SOME ARE FROM YOUR LIES AND
DUPLICITOUS DISGUISE

So I ask you, is Phoenix far enough,
far enough away from moonbeams?
I don’t mean to sound angry or gruff,
but is Phoenix far enough away from our dreams?

Surely you must recall the dreams and plans we once made
Or should I say your rules and remnants of a love gone awry
They were the hopes my heart echoed and I thought would never fade
When you promised me lands I’d never heard of and swore we could fly

Let’s see………. it must be like two thousand miles away from me
I’m speaking about Phoenix, of course
So I ask again in different words, has Phoenix set you free,
Because as for me my soul is rotting by life’s coercion and force

Phoenix may as well be another planet such as Mars
While yesterday’s rainbows have faded to shameful shades of gray
Loving you has left me with little but scurrilous scars
So I ask yet again, is Phoenix far enough away?
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FREE CEE i move my pawn at dawn




I MOVE MY PAWN AT DAWN

My life has always been only fifty percent
And no one ever knew just what I meant
My life’s been half of what it could have been
As I’ve spoken of arrogance, selfishness and sin

They spoke of righteousness as if it were their friend
But for me friendships all too fleetingly end
Ashes left to the left and to the right of me
And scenes of sorrow is all that are in sight for me

I’ve made it through the cruelest kind of weather
And somehow held it all together
I’ve spoken like a lover with a broken heart
And still speak of the pretty who was moved to part

And parted did she all too soon
On the darkest night after the brightest afternoon
I heard her farewell far too well
And live a tale of torture too great to tell

My life was fifty percent of what it might have been
As each twilight commands the dark of night to begin
I’ve always been fifty percent at dusk or at dawn
Yet I am a hundred percent of persistent pain’s pitiful pawn
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inside

there's a place where people can go
there's a place where they hide away
there's a place most everyone knows
there's a place where some people stay

a place where we all can hide and moan
that place where we're in ourselves alone
dark and quiet, where we're easily misled
that place where we're inside of our head

an unobserved place where attendants and nurses
attend to minds far distant or subversive
while down on their haunches - quietly rocking 
dreaming dreams, either reassuring or shocking

is it more comforting or more scary to know 
that everyone can be a part of being apart
living within ourselves just filled with woe
or sharing our souls to better take heart

its a tenuous thing to put ourselves out there
reveal the fears lurking within all of us
to be judged, by a society completely unaware
so hard to show our soul's open to trust

maybe that's what made him feel the way he felt
maybe she'd, after reflection see something else
maybe he could'a been saved from where he dwelt
maybe she'd 'a' been restored to mental health

we'll never know for sure and can only surmise
why others fall down into a hellish abyss
to be loathed or pitied by us haughtily wise
never dreaming that we too might be remiss

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Let them sleep

So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?

Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?

Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!

Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch

Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and  pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare

Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you  brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?

Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?

Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn't care

Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much

Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it's height

I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven't time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine

Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know


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Five Young Children

Five young children.
Lost and alone.
No one to care for them.
No one home.

Where are their parents?
Sitting in the bar.
Once the drinks have all been poured,
The fights will go too far.

Remember those poor children
waiting there at home.
They're too young to change their lives
or live them on their own.

Are there other children?
Lost and alone?
No one to care for them?
No one home?


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FREE CEE YET ANOTHER TOTALLY OFFENSIVE POEM

AND THUSLY DOES GOD ENTER

Why, God, won’t you bless the beleaguered such as me
Rather, You curse criminals so much like me
You, God, won’t grant rest to the weary like me
Rather you test the ones who don’t hear thee like me

I was made deafened to your vehement voice
As You chastise we, the chagrined who have no choice
We must trod on and plod unpleasant plateaus
While you, God, refuse to dance and let Satan step on our toes

You, God, won’t bless us bastards who defile the Bible
And when death claims us all we will all be held liable
Liable for lies and held accountable for inaction
As you, God, remain unforgiving to an un-furtive faction

So God I beg of thee to be a little more  forgiving
Either that or end this charade for us, the lasciviously living
We don’t mind when you say “let my supremacy center thee”
But we resent it when you say “bend over b*tch because I’m about to enter thee”
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free cee BRIGHTNESS BEMUSED

BRIGHTNESS BEMUSED

Hindered and hampered by heartache
Splintered and splattered by the splendor of a seductress
Worn and torn by torment’s temper
I am a burning bridge banned from any buttress 

Haunted and taunted by the vestiges of vagrant romance
Stranded and disbanded by a beauty born of galactic grace
Hurting and spurting the fluid of a life now meaningless
Lamenting a lust for loveliness laden in lingerie of lace

Tormented and fragmented by the fear of recollection
Remembering the dismembering of delight
Days bedazzled by a bed of buds and bemusement
Brightness that led to the bowels of a never ending night
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True Growth

Dolphins and unicorns
Butterflies and rainbows
These are underlying
But not all there is to know
While facing trials and sorrow
Taking good with bad I guess
With every thought and feeling
That I’ve chosen to express
Although I see the silver
That outlines the cloudy facts
As human being I must admit
That I’m just built like that
I never could imagine
That this voice would be so hard
In fact it’s not a choice at all
I’m forced to play these cards
I’ll paint the sky with sunshine
While the system I explore
But if the day converts to rain
The storms won’t be ignored
The thunder might be muting
As in silence I release
Not meant to flood the eardrums
But to wet my soul with peace
The wrong side of the bed sometimes
Can sound just like a cockatoo
Permit this broken record or switch off
As I can never do
The place that keeps me sane within
Though sheltered far from evil
Pretentious surface smiles aside
Inside there’s great upheaval
I'd hope to stay on wishful clouds
of love until the end of days
Though realistically I know
Life doesn’t work that way


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if anyone has heard from or seen VIENNA tell her we are still poetry there











IT’S RAINING AND THAT ROOF SPEAKS

“That’s the way a cookie always crumbles”
And how sneakers in the clothes dryer tumbles
It’s also the way the ocean and its waves are tossed
And now I’ll describe the ways in which I keep getting lost

I would come upon and plod a pristine purple and pink path
But that path would lead to a road raging with rampant wrath
I’d come upon a quaint little cabin that would become a house built of pain
With a roof riddled by the unreasonable that couldn’t protect me from the rain

I’d find a sunny stained-glass window that would darken even in daylight
I’d find the safety in a lady’s embrace that would soon turn to fright
I’d happen upon a place wherein I could hide from a world in which I don’t fit in
Or I’d find a devoutly devoted woman whose sanctity suddenly turned into sin

So I may as well be a cookie, sneakers in a dryer or a well threatened sea
Because the temptation of a pristine path often leads to where I don’t want to be
The silence of a comfortable cabin suddenly begins to speciously speak
And every time I find a cabin like that the roof always seems to leak
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                   A CHALLENGE TO CHANGE

On any foreign or domestic shore
From the waves unto the ocean’s floor
From Shangri-La to Chicago to China’s border
There is the disturbance of destruction and disruptive disorder

Amidst skies where stars secretly weep
From Little Rock to Little Bo Peep
From Arkansas to the covenant’s arc
From Rhode Island to rabid and ravenous dogs who bark

From fallow fields to furrowed brows
From Boston to where a beggar bows
From Kansas to a can-can coerced in France
From Richmond to the rewards retribution recants

Arrows no more, now bombastic bombs
Slaying beauty’s babies, daddies and their moms
White picket fences darkened by napalm
At a moment when calamity co-opted calm

Hearts playing a game of hide and seek
From Washington to the wretchedly weak
Life on this planet has become a challenge and chore
All due to damnable and despicable war
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free cee I WISH THERE MORE OF YOU WHO DESERVE TO READ THIS

PLEASE PASS THE SWEETBREAD

With sorrow tomorrow I will say fare thee well
As I be headed for the intestines of hell
A demon misdirected to be duly digested
While his fortitude and factor of fear is fully tested
With a vested interest in indecency and indiscretion
While involved in an iniquitous insurrection
A sinner sought by sordidness and the vengeance of tomorrow
No beggar but a being who prefers to rob rather than borrow

Just a junkie jousting with justice, judgment and condemnation

A soul aligned with the maligned yet suffering alienation
A spirit spited by speciousness and spurious allegations
And when asked if he feels like human waste he will nod in affirmation
For thus is this the me my mother never meant for me to be
And as for my father he was never very fatherly

And so it is I’ve come to this
A last resort for a lack of bliss
The final toll of a well-worn bell
As I am insidiously and insistently ingested by the intestines of hell
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free cee IF THE LAST 89 DID NOT THIS ONE WILL SURELY AND SWIFTLY GET ME INTO HELL

JUST IN CASE THE LAST ONE WON’T THIS ONE CERTAINLY WILL
SEND ME SWIFTLY TO HELL

There are certain ramifications
Well God can ram those ramifications up his a*s
There are certain limitations
Well God can take them all and f*ck Jesus as if His Son were a lass

It’s not as if I’m pissed off at the Lord or anything
But I don’t really appreciate His pissing on me repeatedly
I’ve warded off his warrants but lived to feel His holy sting
Yet I defy praying hypocritically while hating Him so heatedly

The Bible babbles on about boundaries, borders and confines
Limits set by The Ten Commandments thou shall not disobey
To me it’s all restrictions and margins that total bullsh*t defines
While a heathen like me swears “no” when obliged to obediently pray

There are certain implications, results, effects and consequences
And so many guidelines which must righteously come to pass
There are grounds and areas I battle on with no viable defenses
And that’s why God can f*ck Jesus right up His righteous a*s
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Pre-Mortality Angst

We’ve been together since creation.
You’d be my mother, I’d be your son.
We watched each passing generation,
Hoping mankind would continue on.

Our assigned ancestors lived and died,
While perpetuating onward our lineage,
In spite of disease, famines, genocides--
Or wars for lands, religions, or just pillage.

Civilizations rose and fell, rise and fall;
Empires, city-states, kingdoms, and nations.
Our ancestors were amidst them all
Back to our earliest generations.

You and I were held back to a modern age.
Happily mankind managed to carry on
Long enough for us to take the stage.
But there’s a new terror for us: abortion.

Your parents happily wanted you to be,
So I wished you godspeed at the portal.
Saying “see you later” you promised me
That I’d have a chance to live as a mortal.

Now I’m left with my potential descendents,
Hoping that you will soon keep your word,
Because now on you we are all dependent
To perpetuate our family ever onward.


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FREE CEE in vienna we were poetry

AND IN VIENNA WE WERE POETRY

she talks in words of velvet spoken eloquently
as i read her words fervently
i hear her wit in every word written UN-corrupted by a desire for fame
and sentiments scribed so that people may remember her name

this isn't no spectator's game
it's just a way to read her words of wisdom that ain't always the same
she's a woman with talent i find more intoxicating that wine
and i'd trade almost antthing for her words to reflect some of mine

read the lady and you tell me if she isn't fascination plus a summer's rain
when the flowers cry out for moisture to end a pansy's pain
tell me you don't hear the happiness she deserves in spades
and the sorrow those pansies feels as the sunshine fades

as the church bells are ringing soft and low
her words tell me in which direction i should go
a place where i can escape the ice and the snow
or the wisdom wrapped in every certainty the woman happens to know
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free cee MARY MARY HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN glow

     MARY MARY HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GLOW?

I found Mary on Madison avenue and second
and suddenly infatuation was reckoned
me, from the lower east side living in a park
yet instantaneously each of us felt a spark

her golden hair glimmered with a gleam in her eye
and she smelled better than granny's home made pie
as a bribe I asked her if she'd like a rose
because she came from a garden where gentility grows

much to my surprise she said “yes” so we walked to the store
and suddenly, for a change, money didn't matter any more
I could live on soda and candy if I were forced to do so
all of this for a luminescent lover who I was awed by her glow

she was where a lady like her is ere to be found
and I from the hood was nowhere bound
but one look and one flower made me feel at ease
so now I believe we were made for each other and the universe agrees
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FREE CEE rejection is your religion

     REJECTION IS YOUR RELIGION

I hear tell about perfection
I choose to talk about rejection
as in I reject the notion of perfection
and rejection lately seems to be my selection

I select to reject the thought of your inconsideration
and constantly causing me nothing but aggravation
I see people holding hands as if they are one
while i'm in love with a loaded gun

I never know when that gun will fire
and the situation I find myself in is dire
i'm in love with someone who won't even give me a chance
and uses her words as a weapon such as a lance

she refuses to try to please me in any way
and doesn't care about a thing I say
all she cares about is her and her alone
while she remains stoic as a sedimentary stone

i've grown weary of her refusals and denials
and my deepest love she constantly defiles
her lack of compassion is beyond belief
while she's stolen my heart as speciously as any thief

well once stolen what's gone is gone and faded away
as she continues to contradict anything I say
she prefers rejection over perfection any day
and turns every blue sky in a saddening sky of gray
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Would you rather have to eat horse or cow fesces

            MIRROR MIRROR ON THE FALL

Wonder do I how bright ignites the light
And an eagerness to stay a falling leaf kind of free
Free to find out what may be in sight
As she holds hands with beauty and empathy

Wonder do I how bright her eyes
And what wouldst I see to look inside
The lady dons no cloak nor disguise
For she has but happiness and the clock to bide

All I know is silence sometimes has an unheard voice
A lady who languishes, perhaps, only in my mind unspoken 
However that may be a particularly intelligent choice
Because that way there can’t be any vows ever broken

Wonder do I to see what her mirror reveals
And where would her spirit say we are going
I may never really know what and how she feels
But sometimes it’s better my not knowing
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free cee DID I SAY YEARS OR FEARS

           DID I SAY YEARS OR FEARS?

A thousand years ago when I was very young
Early on I learned to hold my tongue
Five hundred years ago when I was a bit more mature
I leaned not to hold the hand of a pretty lady who’s too impure

Impurities are poison to the body of love loudly declared
When infections combined with imperfections are bared
An adulterous adult woman adulterated the soul we each shared
While the equine of inequalities nostrils flared

We were both discontented and she was dispassionate as well
I’d never been to paradise yet with surety I’m headed for hell
Rapture ruptured and bliss began, as a snake, to horridly hiss
While ecstasy exacted an excuse for every exciting yet un-kindled kiss

For a thousand years I have lived thus far
Yet purposefully my tongue remains sealed as if by steaming tar
Lovely ladies have come and gone precisely like the seasons
And they all have a rational why they leave but they’re all f*cking ridiculous reasons
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free cee THE BETRAYED BLOODY OF EVIDENCE

                  THE BETRAYED BLOODY OF EVIDENCE 
You began to mimic me
I heard you admit as much
You began to enhance me
With the nativity of your tendril’s touch

You borrowed a triad of traits from me
Three minute mannerisms of mine
You proposed that I allow you to entrance me
An awesome offering I simply could not decline

The way I tapped my fingers to one bemusing beat
You took up the tapping too
A mindful miss and my muse of music
And then I took to unwrapping you

The way I cocked my head slightly to the right
And walked with an air of influence
You walked with the confidence I lacked
And as regards events….. sorrow such as a storm was simply a confluence
You imitated the nuances my body would betray
The winsome way I carry myself while in travel
My body beleaguered was bullet riddled because you betrayed me
and summarily I was made to travel
When all the perfect plans we wove as one began to unravel
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             HERALDED BY HEARTLESSNESS

One simple, soft and soothing handshake
that's all it would take
to make an old man happy who once had a family of five
but now only he and one other are alive

somehow he had survived two years shy a of hundred years old
he' d defended his country in World War one and two or so i've been told
and paced a hundred thousands floors
while walking through the same amount of doors

one son was killed by the ravages of a disease dedicated to only a few
people who understood the plague and those who never knew
I hear talk of a once beautiful woman and wife
and how, for some reason, she'd taken her own life

two other sons died for innocuous reasons heralded by hate
and long ago the aged man had forgotten every damnable death's date
he just knew they were gone while he still walked the earth
strolling down Bleakmore Street with not an extra-head of cattle's worth

two years longer and a century would have gone by
two more years and a hundred years were growing nigh
but those two short years would become shorter because of bullshit
when one gang's gun would accidentally puncture the old man's heart with a bullet
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"Easy Does It"

We walk up to the building
but don't know what to say.
It seems warm and familiar...
the sign just reads ''AA''.

Dad came here to get sober.
He's trying to get clean.
I know I'm only 7 
but I know what they mean.

He's been here for awhile now.
I've missed him very much.
He couldn't even call us.
''Not Allowed'' to keep in touch.

''Thirty days is nothing! ''
she says into her drink.
''He needs some time away from you! ''
''Some time so he can think.''

When he comes home it's her turn.
He says ''I know she can.''
I'm scared to meet this stranger...
my dad is... not this man.

Now he wants our room clean.
He wants to cook a meal.
I'm not sure what to think of this.
I'm not sure what to feel.

In thirty days she then comes home
to a brand new clean up crew.
We're nervous how she'll treat us...
we don't know what she'll do.

Given a months sobriety
they're at eachothers throats.
There's no more happy dinners.
No more inspiring notes.

They fall off that old wagon
like they've both done before.
Get ready for survival
cause we are bound for war.

The cycle never ended.
They never kept it clean.
They mimicked ''Easy Does It''.
Yet ''easy'' was never seen.


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The Sordid Affair

There's money___then there's love
Looking back at him __desiring 
Brief encounters above
Husband's comments deriding

So handsome fire__home ice
Guilt, shame, remorse____desire
One last glimpse maybe twice
Marriage but children__can't transpire

Inner turmoil__wishing
Should I walk away now
Turn turn around running
We'll say the wedding's vow


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Finding Jesus

Story of Jesus from Luke chapter two --
Mary, his mother, was coming undone,
anxiously searching midst those trav’ling through,
hearing her Lord ask, “You can’t find my Son?”

“Was it yesterday, that I saw Him near
Joseph's side?” but quickly dropping her brow.
“How could we lose One most treasured and dear?
Should we return to Jerusalem now?”

Safe in the Temple, at end their pursuit,
capably teaching, God's Son sat unfazed.
Hearing this Boy/Man’s replies so astute 
those who attended His words stood amazed.


Story of Christians from that time to this,
quick three days' journey away from your Lord.
Noticing nothing of what’s gone amiss.
"When did I lose Him – the One I adored?" 

Busy with church, His presence you exclude
without knowing He's been out of your care!
Stopping to listen, fellowship renewed,
your heart's engulfed when Christ speaks to you there.


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Christmas Folly

I recall when I once sat,
Sticky spiders spindled about my lap,
Twisting and twitching within my place,
Lost to another incurable case.

Bent and broken, we struggled to find
A compromise between heart and mind.
Pretences built high, but still would fall,
Spitting out a lamented lovers call.

Too short to grasp your jaded frame,
Inventing passion became our game.
You played few and I won less,
Melancholy mind made me a mess.

I left you solo within your cell,
Where you clashed musically with dwell.
Savoured a gash infecting my heart.
Restrained dramatics daring to depart.

Until you grovelled, back to my chest.
Laid your mutated heart on my breast.
Pitiful and weak, you called to my pain,
Sobbed out a tragedy, feigning insane.

Pinching promptly at my skin,
Endeavouring to worm back in.
Roughly plucking at my strings,
Clammy hands to scratch and cling.

Biter-sweet poison, force me to taste.
Romantic lunges; too late, a waste.
With Christmas looming, a desperate coo,
Festive folly; Do I love you too?

Not out of pity, or misplaced guilt,
I slung him the love that he let wilt,
Spiders ruled its hollow shell.
There is the cell where I did dwell.

A saddened smile for whispered regrets.
Misty eyes for lynched love we forget.
Unyielding hands that were offered, now wisp away
To the dance of fresh love that entices today.


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free cee I REMEMBER there was something i should not REMEMBER

I REMEMBER THERE WAS SOMETHING I SHOULDN’T REMEMBER

Forget those eyes that seem so wise yet also eager to learn
Forget the fine figure of a pretty who makes my body burn
Forget her smile that melts snow when wintertime arrives
Forget her laughter that is the reason an orchard of orchids survives

Remember the tongue that spoke of things that would never come to be
Remember the fiery breath of a woman who simply and singularly singed me
Remember the Christmas she discussed that we would never share
Remember the day you discovered the woman didn’t really care

Forget that first night when even neon knew that which we both knew
Forget that first sight when neon instantly united two
Forget the magic of just talking and laughing within her brand new van
Forget that she took a broken being and made me a brand new man

Remember the promises and vows like visiting islands far away
Remember all the falsehoods the lady had to say
Remember all the things the lady swore would eventually occur
But most of all I must remember not to remember her
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       TWENTY DOLLARS A POWER

For little girl lost
a path home came at quite a cost
for the little girl who couldn't find her way
the price to get home was too much for her to pay

she'd politely tried to negotiate the price down
but with every denial came a deeper frown
the little lady found herself at that point stranded
because her actions and words caused a family to be disbanded

she once had the comforts most of us enjoy
a contented mom, strong dad and her brother, a baby boy
then one day she came upon a fork in the woods
for they had the money and she had the goods

little girl lost didn't leave a trail of breadcrumbs
not thinking about when and if disaster comes
so now she strolls the street for twenty dollars an hour
since she relinquished all her pride and her power
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                   A BARK IN THE DARK

First I heard a bark
in the dark
then I felt a bite
at midnight

whatever it was it was ferocious to say the least
a veritable and the personification of a beast
it seemed it was on the hunt for blood or bone
and all I could do was beseech it to leave me alone

at first it was blurry so I couldn't see what it was
yet it frightened me because that's what a monster does
it rips you to shreds to satiate its need
and it grins largely when it causes you to bleed

then as it neared me I ogled a beautiful face
someone who walked with stunning grace
yet to me it was ugly from beginning to end
because I saw my ex waiting around the bend
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          CAUGHT IN A BEAR CRAP

The following is what is mutilating my mind
I was not designed to be confined
Freedom is no longer free for me
It comes at a cost and too great a fee

My psyche wasn’t cut out to be trapped
While my coherent thoughts are being sapped
I’m like a maple tree with no sap to tap
And freedom, for me, has become a trap

My leg is caught in the jaws of a snare
And days of delight have now become rare
I could chew off my leg but I’d still be ensnared
While it is with pity to which I am paired

If I cannot escape from this trap I will die
And when someone swears I am free they lie
I am a demon deemed by the devil’s device
And that’s why freedom for me comes at too great a price
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    BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun hadn’t risen yet as the red neon shone
Suddenly our waiter dropped a plate on the floor
Danny and I both heard the clumsy server moan
And then a good looking lady walked through the door

She donned a halter top and our eyes didn’t falter
Danny and I stared with amorous thoughts in our head
Just then she greeted her boyfriend named Walter
And there went our thoughts of getting her in bed

Walter was six-feet-three and two hundred pounds
A man neither Danny nor I cared to rile
A waitress emptied some stale coffee grounds
Some of which fell on the floor of ceramic tile

An old gray haired lady ate some kind of slop
I couldn’t identify the food with specificity
While Danny and I ate the waiter grabbed a mop
And Danny told me about a hot chick named Felicity

Our conversation flowed from Felicity to friends and foes
Then I ordered one more piece of toast and an egg
Just then Walter and his girlfriend arose
And that’s when I noticed a gun strapped to Walter’s leg

It seemed that Walter didn’t plan on paying the check
And so he stuck his gun in the owner’s flustered face
He then grabbed the pretty waitress by the neck
When suddenly the owner sprayed Walter with mace

While all this went on Danny went for the register’s cash
A move which truly had astounded me
Both of us ran out and made a maniacally mad dash
And that’s how two junkies got a lot of dope in essence for free
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sharon IS CHAMPAGNE AND charm

         SHARRON IS CHAMPAGNE AND CHARM
I never know what days she comes here
And it makes no difference what she may wear
she only graces this place about three times a week
And if given the chance I probably couldn’t speak

We once exchanged words, but I don’t know what I said
I kept speaking while envisioning what could lay ahead
She looked like the picnic type with grapes and champagne
But then I could tell there was sophistication in one who seemed a bit plain

Not so much a chameleon, but just someone eager to please
I would pour her a glass of champagne while upon my knees
I was describing how it seems we’d both seen it all
How many times did she rise and how many times did I fall?

Only a few days of the week and  I never what day
Because if given a chance I can’t think of what I would say
Maybe I’d tell myself that she doesn’t deserve the wild side of me
Rather I squeezed out “would you like to go on a picnic ma’m” and she came to agree

She could tell me a tale and I would tell her a story
It may be rhetorical, analytical or an allegory
The lady described with Van Gogh type accuracy her childhood and that which she’s seen
And I find her so intriguing she could convince me the sky is green

Alas the lass but passes my way yet I must have a ration
I talk not of a fiery, hellishly hot kind of passion
I’m talking about the electric thrill that stuns me whenever she passes by
While I’ll be impatiently practicing to tell her I actually saw a green sky
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            NEVER MIND WHAT THE CHILREN WEED

She left them alone to do what they had to do
their ages were from twelve to two
she expected the eldest to keep things under control
but she had a desire deep in her heart and soul

she left them with cereal and milk for two and a half days
selfishness and demanding voices warned the lady of her wicked ways
but her ears would not hear and her heart would not feel
and I don't consider cereal and milk a meal

so she walked out the door and told them all to go to sleep
as she unknowingly buried a few graves six feet deep
she went out to party with crack and weed
and didn't care what her children might need

day turned into night and night once again into day
and for her that was too long to be away
but she couldn't surrender to a deeply disturbing desire
and when she finally came home she found her kids had died in a fire
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                       THE EMPIRE GREAT

I still walk in a New York kind of way
Although I now live a thousand miles from there
I still dream of a New York kind of day
Where the sun may shine but the air is never clear

The only way I cross a street is to jay-walk
That’s the way New York raised me to be
I still hear the sidewalks of Broadway talk
And I wonder if New York misses me

I used to wash my clothes in Washington Square
And change my mind in China town
When I was in Stuyvesant Town people would stare
And quickly turn my smile upside down

The sultry subway was a subjective affair
While the buses were busy being on time
Mass-transit and I made an appropriate pair
And I miss everything about New York except for its crime

I still stroll the streets with purpose and speed
Only now I do it to make Floridians mad
New York used to fulfill my every need
And hopefully, for me, Florida is only a passing fad
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Breathe


Invoke in me a sense of wonder
One last time before I leave
Rip this tempered soul asunder
Leave no stone unturned to grieve

In time our hearts grow hard and cold
Disappointment takes its toll
Dreams of grandeur fail and fold
No legacy to bestow

A thousand faces I have seen,
Friends and foes that I have known
Lives full of hope and fervent dreams
Remembered now only in poems

Invoke in me a sense of wonder
Not despair and shattered dreams
One more time to rage in thunder
From the cliffs with valiant screams

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FREE CEE twinkle twinkle DYING star

          TWINKLE TWINKLE DYING STAR

when i was a little lad i had a puppy named Fred
i loved when Fred used my lap as a bed
he'd romp around in my yard and follow me anywhere
and when it thundered and there was lighting he'd lick away my fear

if i needed something i'd stare at it and he'd fetch it for me
i don't know how he knew but i do know that the truth it be
when i wasn't feeling well and wanted to do nothing but sleep
he'd walk around quiety and not make a peep

he was so understanding and felt compassion from afar
i can't explain it the way i can't explain the dying of a star
his devotion never wavered and his love was all mine
and just like that star i'd watch him shimmer and shine

then i met a woman who did all the same things
but one never knows what fate and providence brings
by the woman i was done in by deceipt and wished i was dead
and i also wish instead of that woman i still had Fred
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FREE CEE i w r l t h o s w l a

              I W R L T H O S W L A
                        OR
            ATOP A ROOFTOP TO COP

The smoggy air was thick atop a Harlem high rise
The only thing out of place was a boy with blue eyes
He was a youth in search of peace not found at home
And so the boy with blue eyes was begotten to roam

He ventured forth into a world of darkness to search
Having long ago been abandoned by school and his church
Neither religion nor education could comfort him so he took to the road
Headed afar from the comfort of his family’s hearth and abode

So there stared blazing blue eyes on a rooftop’s domain
As he talked to a man with a way to ease his pain
Thirty dollars and a smile would send him on his way
And so he returned to Harlem day after damnable day

Long Island had raised him but that island wasn’t long enough
And middle class madness left him with sadness to rebuff
Day after day he’d climb the stairs to where they would meet
A tall black man and a boy with blue eyes trying to be discreet

The black man sold his wares by dollars and a bag
The boy with blue eyes fearing his toes with a tag
Because in Harlem death was an indeterminate threat
And a boy with blue eyes had better pay every debt

Sometimes the air was thinner during winter’s cold weather
Yet and still the two faced fear while huddling close together
Harlem was his teacher and a rooftop was this junkie’s incubator
And writing this poem is blue eyes still with a habit forty-three years later
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WAKE up all you self righteous gods and goddesses

  SHE WON'T READ ME SO SHE WILL NEVER KNOW
            IT'S FOR AND ABOUT HER

there are far too many people no one can satisfy
so in essence  we should all just let them wail and cry
because tears ain't going to get them anywhere
so have i made myself amply clear?

weep your tears my dear, but good it shall not do
it's not going to help me any and it certainly won't help you
so go ahead with reddened eyes comparing yesterday to today
for comparisons will get you nowhere except some fResh FLESH to flay

so skin yourself alive if you dare
that's as good as a self-pitying tear
as for me i cry no more
for i find weeping an unnecessary bore

oh so there she sits on a seat of memories
listening to a disembodied voice whispered by the breeze
well that voice was silenced years ago when he bid his heavenly goodbye
and as i said, there are just too many people no one can satisfy
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       IN THE MIDDLE THERE IS NOTHING TO DO

I had a great deal of ambition
but the phates prohibited most of it
It was an unfair prohibition
and when I threw a party Satan was the host of it

fire flared from his eyes of red
a mere stare at him would make you believe
in his mind he couldn't wait until you were deemed dead
and all the while all you wanted was for him to leave

I once had plans that could come to fruition
all my ducks were in a neatly lined row
in my arsenal were guns and a lot of ammunition
and I recall vowing to prevail is all I know

I set a chart and a course to an isle of peace
instead I ended up stranded in the middle of the blue
a place where madness and misery will never cease
so now instead of ambition I have nothing to do
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free cee JUST because VIENNA isn't submitting doesn't mean i have to forget what she taught me

   AN ASTRAL WASTE

Just because your lips don't meet mine
despite the moonlight
doesn't mean the morning will not shine
it only means the time wasn't right

the stars were not adeptly aligned
Venus wasn't where it should have been
but it doesn't mean that I was blind
because i've been knocking at your door but you won't let me in

just because I don't hold your hand
doesn't mean the world will end
it just means we didn't listen to the band
and there were too many octaves we had to mend

just because our shadows aren't shared
on an astral plane or otherwise
doesn't mean I never cared
but sometimes love is birthed until too soon it dies

and so I may never kiss your lips once more
but that doesn't mean I can't still savor the way it tasted
because loving you became a burdensome chore so I walked out the door
and it's only now I regret all the time we wasted
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breakfast AIN'T EGGS BENEDICT that is for sure


       BREAKFAST AIN’T EGGS BENEDICT FOR SURE


You can arise whenever you choose to
And that’s why I’m so jealous of you
You can eat whatever you pick out
As for my breakfast there ain’t any doubt

I know precisely what will be on my metal tray
Except sometimes it’s milk or water to start off my day
Your pantry is full of food I don’t even recall
As I use an old filthy tee shirt to keep me warm such as a shawl

Your lunchtime might be at that little tavern we know
But now my lunchtime is delivered row by row
That tavern was cozy and meant a lot to me
And so did my being free

But powder and pain brought me here
And here I’ll stay year after year
I receive opened and censored letters in my mail
The missives people send me here in jail
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This Bright A Day

This bright a day
Cannot convince
The smallest bit
Or ever since

This bright a day
Survived the dark
The cold alike
And lived to spark

The story of
A time inside
In all of us
A place reside

And now that we
Have seen its grace
To wreck it all
By will erase

Destroy it too
Aversion who
And live in dark
Despairing you


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FREE CEE i wish wishes could come true

    I WISH WISHES COULD COME TRUE

despite time, distance and/or space
i can still feel your warm and friendly embrace
just a caring carress to warm my heart
and it seems it's been that way from the start

though we've never touched each other's hand
it's somehow difficult to understand
but when i need comfort i think of you
because that's how much i respect your point of view

i write you words and you write me back with expertise
you write words that edify me and with insight that will never cease
there are times when i feel fear for you but then realize you'll be all right
because angels always deliver a last message before they take to flight

when the one closest to me i wish were afar
i search for my keys and start up my car
then i drive around aimlessly wishing wishes could come true
and all the while thinking of you

i don't really understand the emotions i feel
all i know is that they are tangible and real
if friendship is supposed to be forever i hope that's true
and for that reason i thank you humbly just for being you
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   WHEN A SKEPTIC LEARNED TO FLY
She was a gem of rarity
and a vision of clarity
clear was the woman's countenance
as she jumped from daliance daliance

the hearts she broke were broken in tiny pieces
she isn't a one man woman and one a man only leases
“i love you more than my heart, were it to speak, could never quantify
she was an angel who could convince any skeptic that they she could make them fly

then she finally chose one man to walk her unto eternity
and I was amazed at her role of maternity and perternity
her spirit flew too high as to sever the string that grounded her
and no one could ever predict what would occur

she waited on him hand and foot from night to day
and always obeyed anything the man had to say
if he said a duck was a flea
she'd believe it and man, I wish that man had been me
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FREE CEE mrs society WEARS IT TO all formal events

             MRS. SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS

So they trekked up the mountain covered with snow
surrounded by white with only one place to go
they were headed for a place where money could be made
but the job they do leaves so many squealing and afraid

spurs on their shoes and the dollar sign in their eyes
each step brings them closer to the clear blue skies
ice picks, shovels and the all important implement
and none of these men deserve any form of compliment

footsteps bring them nigh to their prey
because this is a job with mighty good pay
it just requires heartlessness and a dark heart
with selfishness playing it's specious part

suddenly they come into vision at rest
just living snowballs about to face their final test
mallets and hammers paint the white with red
so Mrs. Society can wear the fur of a baby seal beaten until they were dead
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             A FRIEND AROUND THE BEND

One never knows what lies beyond the bend
for instance one day you can find a new friend
you'll laugh all day and talk all night
and find that person an utter delight

days and months will go by in joyous union
and you two could be like a holy communion
you'll do for them and they'll do for you
and you'll swear friends like them are rare and too few

rare they may be, as rare as can be
and they'll hurl platitudes at you for no cost or no fee
they'll swear their allegiance and to always be there
and they'll stay by your side to hide you from fear

you never know when a new friend will come along
and you'll swear by their side is where you belong
they'll give you everything you think is due you
until you discover their real agenda is somehow to screw you
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PUT A CLAMP ON THAT CLAM

   PUT A CLAMP ON THAT CLAM

you tried to blind my eyes to the rightous path
you tried with an arsenal of weapons and wrath
you tried to show me the easy way to go
well sh*t, now i know

i know the road you pointed me to led to poison oak
where the weeping willow's tears ebbed as the the old oak spoke
it warned the tree to cry no more for mankind
because ain't nohthing much more than murder on mankind's mind

let's murder the trees and rob them of carbon dioxide
and let's fill every home with carbon monoxide
let's filter in filth from the atmospher above
and let's kill off everything but for love

you tried to set me free but instead laid a clandestine trap'
talking about peacefulness but you were totally full of crap
because now i'm the one left with the shame of a sham
and i've always wondered how happy is a clam
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                             TO DO OR NOT TO DO

As discussed
find someone to sell you dope who you can trust
decide how much you need and ask his advice
and no matter what you'll pay the price

then find a needle, syringe and a quiet place
until you are wrapped in the warmth of a poppy's embrace
sit down somewhere and strap a belt to your arm
and suddenly you'll find the true meaning of charm

you'll be charmed by its allure
and you'll want a whole lot more
day after day you'll make the trek
even if you look and act a wreck

fill the syringe with liquid quiet
and go on a heroin only diet
start pawing bracelets and rings
but in actuality I admonish you not to do any of these things
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FREE CEE nursery crimes

there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize what adulthood ordains

childhood led to my becoming a hood
i held a lot of adoration for adolescence
my youth was an era of hopes and dreams
and faith formed of fact was at its essence

stealing kisses in the kitchen became blatant thievery
i played spin the bottle until i spun out of control
jumping rope landed me at the end of my rope
and sin seeped deep into my soul

I recall when nursery rhymes first became rhetoric
And when reality dashed the dreams to which I once clung
Now, at sixty four, I have only one regret
And that is the fact that I didn’t die young
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                MY LOVER KNEW HOW TO GET A HEAD
what can I say or how can I describe the way I feel about the lady?
I might say I feel as if it's a comfortably mild day and i'm sitting under a tree so shady
then again there's only one thing I really have to say 
and that's a sorrowful goodbye when she has to go away

it's not easy watching my lovely lover walk out the door
although her business has required this many times before
so I watch as she sashays out of my vision
and my moistened eyes have a sudden decision

shall they stay dry or become moist and teary eyed
the last time she left it took my eyes two days to be dried
the last sight of her I saw this time was a sparkle in her eye
and all the while I knew there was a good chance that soon I would cry

her actions are adorable
my love for her is incurable
but it's difficult to reconcile sharing a bed
with a woman who makes her money shooting people in the head
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Never is Soon

Help!
Nobody comes.
Nobody cares.
Nobody hears,
My cries of despair.

Please!
Nobody looks.
Nobody talks.
Nobody feels,
So away i walk.

I walk into the shadows.
I drown into the night.
Never to be the same,
Invisable to the sight.

This heart once scared,
Now an open wound.
As the blood flowley falls,
the "never" is now soon.


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FREE CEE take a kill pill

            TAKE A KILL PILL

dear mr. lobbyist I have something to say unto you
I want to discuss the job you do
you line your pockets to legalize a pill
completely disregarding the poor souls it just may kill

have you seen the ads millions of people see?
they run them 1,000 times a day on T.V.
The ads that promise to make people feel better every day
but they phrase them in a particularly deceptive way

the announcer vows that the pharmaceutical will cure a dreaded disease
or instantaneously lower your high temperature by four degrees
they swear your child's whooping cough will be ended by tomorrow
or mitigate a depressed person's sodden sorrow

so now you drive a brand new Lexus and can even afford the gas
all because you get potentially lethal drugs to pass
and it's no wonder you have a hot wife twenty years younger than you
all because of the illicit things you do

These wonder drugs are sworn to save your life or end your pain
and rid yourself of that wheelchair and/or ivory tipped cane
So now you have a new Lexus and a great looking wife
but on the screen in small letters  it reads “this drug could help or end your mortal life” 
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     SOMEWHERE OVER THE CLOVER
I remember cowboys, Indians and an ice cream truck
this was long before I decided not to give a f*ck
we had hiding places with time to bide
and no one ever found where I used to hide

I used to hide not under my bed
I wouldn't hide behind a door of lead
I would choose a more advantageous place instead
I, all by myself, would hide inside my head

i'd watch the cowboys and Indians run wild
and the Indians got exponentially angry when they were riled
one day the Indians would win and the cowboys another
it didn't matter if brother fought brother

we'd play at the foundations of houses yet to be built
we played sans sorrow, fearfulness and guilt
we played midst the trees, the grass and the clover
but unlike childhood I realized that as adults there isn't any do over
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   A DEAFENING DIATRIBE
There is music all around
Yet I cannot hear it
Beauty abounds
Yet and still I fear it

It’s a matter of fact I swear
A fact foreseen by fate
It’s a matter of fact I fear
And a matter of horrendous hate

I look around and wish I were blind
My eyes to be seared by the sun
I look around to things so unkind
And I am sorrow’s salient son

You may hear the music I cannot
So enjoy it please my friend
My heart is tied into a knot
And my soul prays for a justifiable end

I can’t hear the music mysticism once made
But I do hear a demonic diatribe
I’ve offered my life for death in trade
But God won’t accept this bastard’s most substantial bribe
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free cee SHE SHOULD RECEIVE PRAYERS FOR ALL OF US

   THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HOW TO PRAY

it is for the little ones i cry
the one's whose illness no dr. can deny
i look at them with hopefulness in their eyes
and realize i have pain but i am not youthful and as wise

i hear about the child who lies in a hospital bed
surrounded by daisies of yellow and roses of red
it's a hospital room they now call their home
their walls are lined with get well cards usualy with words to a poem

these children hold my heart in their hand
and try to teach an older man to understand
they try to convince me that whatever will be will be
but i can't tolerate the young one's agony

i exponentially become maddened when the disease toys with them day to day
a few try to calm me down but it's difficult to handle it their way
i know this one young girl whose disease comes and goes
and so i pray she has many more highs than she does lows
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Neverending Questions

Shattered dreams resonate within her mind.

Filling her heart with hate;

Knowing that prayers are too late

and nothing can change her fate....









(2009)


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free cee EXCEPTIONALLY EXEMPT

EXCEPTIONALLY EXEMPT

Her words were worthless
Her promises preempted
Her vows were not vehement
Until from her life I was exempted

I buried my soul within her hardened heart
I dug a grave for a most grave situation
She took my picture of the future and tore it apart
While I was fixated on falsified fascination

Emptiness has now replaced what she once filled
There is a hole in this man no one can see
The woman’s worthless words were by woe willed
And if judgment be hers pleasant it will not be

She was my bridge to beauty
But that viaduct was set afire
I saw pleasing her as my duty
Subservient to a born again liar
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free cee SHE WAS RIGHT AND I WAS LEFT ALONE

    SHE WAS RIGHT AND I WAS LEFT ALONEE

she was right in all aspects
and accurate in all respects
I couldn't agree with her more
as we chatted outside her door

she told the truth as we knew it to be
as she told me about me with accuracy
I couldn't do anything except urge the word “yes”
and what was going through my mind was anyone's guess

I was thinking that she had every right
every reason to avoid yet another fight
I couldn't argue with what she said
as she predicted that I slow down or end up dead

I told her it was just recreational use
but she knew that what I was doing was physical abuse
of course I was lying and had a heroin habit fully grown
and that was a fact that by both of us was very well known
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FREE CEE dear you i aint got a clue

          DEAR YOU, I AIN'T GOT A CLUE

There's got to be someone to come along and do what needs to be done
the good Lord knows I certainly ain't the one
there's a lot of things I don't know
but I know it ain't me and it ain't even Joe

you know Joe, the one who hangs out screaming words that make too much sense
and so he goes around knocking over every white picket fence
he's angry because this world needs a hammer and some nails
or at least a new coat of paint if all else fails

so Joe and I have given up all of our hope
and both of us are busy trying to find a way to cope
we're attempting to do what seems impossible to do
and that is to help people who need help like me, Joe and you

there are babies crying because they are going unfed
there are elders who weren't cared for properly who are now unfortunately dead
lobbyists and slum lords are heartless at best
and the rest of us are all being put to a test

the test consists of discovering how much we can take
and how much heartache and misfortune the miscreants can make
while millionaires are unwilling to help those in need
the ones who bow at the unholy alter of greed

i'm almost certain there ain't a soul alive who can do anything to change a thing
while Joe and me just wait for the telephone to ring
we want someone to tell us they found someone to to what we need them to do
and we both ask, beg and inquire, could that someone be you?
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HAVinG NO BuS FArE AinT FaIR

              HAVING NO BUS FARE AIN’T FAIR

We people don’t get respect, we must earn it
We are not birthed to neglect people and things, we learn it
We learn not from the respectable people we meet
But me and  three learned the stalwartness of the street

We see, hear and taste the sour city air
While most of us ain’t got bus fare
We despise, curse and belittle the ones we hate
We weren’t born to despise, it just turned out to be our collective fate

We were educated and indoctrinated to live with nearly naught
It is by flames, gun powder and  rage by which we three were taught
Students all, following the example of reprobates
While your God seems to watch as He giggles and/or masturbates

We don’t learn to resent your god, it’s simply inherent in our genes
We are born to discern the fact that your Lord sets some sickening scenes
We live along with the mentally challenged and the poor inflicted ones
We are the lost who were weak enough to become a charter member of the addicted ones
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      AN INDIAN SHIVER

I really don’t know why she took it back
The lady lent me that which I now lack
Some men can abide losing such a prize
And to me loss, of course, is never a surprise

The lady loaned me life’s sweetest gift
Before we fell out of sorts due to a rift
It was a chasm I could not climb out of
And a cloud of cruelty I could not rise above

The woman imparted a large part of her heart
Until she rescinded a most pertinent part
She shared and bared her beauty but only for a little while
A fragmentary moment that was the function of her smile

The lady segmented my spirit seriously with her goodbye
She sliced my body with a disproportionate portion of a lie
What it amounted to was counted in the number of my tears
And now what she once lent me is tragically in arrears

I was a beggar who was never choosy in any way
And when I accepted her contribution it was a most wondrous day
She donated and denoted something that filled a huge empty hole
And now I have but a sorrowful souvenir to remind me of her soul
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free cee THIS IS ANOTHER ONE EVER PARENT SHOULD SHOW THEIR TEEENAGE OFFSPRING

     I THOUGHT I WAS A REAL HOT SHOT WHICH I COULD GET

Why must I be betrayed by people I respect the most
Everything in my life has become a contradiction
All I hear now are cowards who are quick to boast
And any respect I had for these people turned out to be pure fiction

Why must the people I consider friends treat me with enmity
When they should be eager to concede to a simple request
Why to people I consider allies all seem not to care then I deem them the enemy
And answer to the demonic voice of the devil’s behest

I have no place to hide as I used to in crowded bars
I have no place to run from people who sold themselves out for a few sheckles more or less 
I am left with a wounded lamb and a body marred by bloody scars
And only sorrow for cowards that this burdened man is left to confess

I used to have a grand design which demanded I fulfill
I used to have a dream, a plan, and hope
I used to believe in God's will
I used to believe these things until I shot my first bag of dope
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FREE CEE W B Y T P A A T D O O M R

      w.b.y.t.m.p.a.a.t.d.o.o.m.r. (and I SHOULD make the music lower)

When the universe orders me to
when a demon demands what I do
when a warning siren is a sign of “why?”
when I hear that tomorrow there will be no sky

when the universe spews lava aflame
when the universe is the one to blame
when the ocean is thrown into our face
or when the universe robs you of your grace

when a demon arrives spitting fire
when a demon deems the ever lasting quiet of a choir
when a deem decides I am to be no more
or when a demon makes me sadder than ever before

the universe and a demon are two mighty foes
when the sky is no more and no more the blue
these are the things only me and my Lord knows
we know these are the things it would take to make
  me stop loving you
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BE BOP A LOOB BOP DON'T BECOME A JUNKIE

BE BOP A LOOB BOP, DON'T BECOME A JUNKIE

no matter how fast i rock and roll
it don't matter none how soaked i am in soul
no matter how many things of value i stole
raising holy hell has long been my goal

outunning the rain has a wrethed reward
sleeping with three dogs at night i couldn't afford
i was left to fight with warmth next to a mangy mole
and as i said, raising holy hell has long been my goal

when i bid the dearies out the door i feel their sorrow
but what was worse is when the man says "ain't got no dope 'til tomorrow"
when he says that and you look for my heart look all around
nay, just aim your eyes at the filthy spit laden ground

i'm dancing as fast as the beat will propel my feet
but there are too many days a junkie fights defeat
no laughter be heard in rooms where junkies gather
and given the option between death and breath it's dying i'd rather

no mattar how i rock and roll, stay on the stroll or the things i stole
i can't even recall having a pious and un-selfish goal
this living on the street is as old as living on the dole
and with temerity time and tepid tears have all taken their toll
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free cee 125th BEAT

        125th BEAT

He and I strolled the streets in the rain
he and I strolled the streets in pain
each hoping the man on 125th street would be there
two young white boys strolling the streets in fear

we'd heard the man had some extraordinary dope
but when no one answered his door we lost all hope
there ain't nothing worse than a door that stays closed
he and I strolled the streets without a prayer we supposed

he and I had a burning dug deeply in our souls
each with the same dreams and goals
we shared a heart that hurt inside
and cared about nothing but for our pain to subside

he and I looked for the man on 125th street
walking bent over, weak, sick and beat
our today and our tomorrows would never be made clear
as two young white boys strolled the streets in fear
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free cee THAT AINT NO EASTER BASKET

    THAT AIN’T NO EASTER BASKET

With any luck at all I will be dying soon
Yet none of my friends or relatives will be crying soon
But hopefully I’ll be encased eternally in a grand casket
So I’ll be well adorned when I reach Hell to which I’m headed in a hand basket
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Road Soda

My Hooch
Wounded soldier
Couldn't be wiser
Couldn't be bolder

Road soda
Training wheels older
My sixer
This isn't over

Forget the tipple
Make it a triple
Gimmie the moonshine
Just make it all mine

This is the juice
This is forever
This one's for you
Make you feel better

Is this all booze?
Give me the rest
Too tired now
To give it my best

Giggle-water got me
Went to my head
Open my hand now
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Catching Up

All of the someones
Keep trying to be some-
One who will keep on
And trying to become

But we are the people
The backbone is equal
Who never stop trying
Despite the bad sequel

And to our lament
Though tired and spent
This movie becomes
A lesson repent

We cannot go on
We find after-while
To be someone not
And live in denial

Find colorful way
To catch-up and play
The one you were sure
Did better the day

But then to find out
The awful gray true
Their lives were no better
Then me, or then you


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DAMN

                                                         DAMN

I`m damned if I do,
And damned if I don`t,
In questions of will,
And questions of won`t.

Each time I try,
To converse with him,
He misunderstands,
And patience wears thin.

Although I agree,
With his views on most things,
He questions my feelings,
Because I don`t bring,

A host of these matters,
To discuss and debate,
To the table with him,
And sit and relate,

Deep matters of course,
On religion and such,
Political views,
And the law over much,

Because I`m so tired,
Of listening to him,
As he groans and bemoans,
How the future looks grim.

I want to talk,
About happier things,
That don`t cause you worry,
Things that don`t bring,

All manner of problems,
To weigh on your mind,
So your life becomes burdoned,
And time just a grind;

So now I avoid him,
As most others do,
And he can`t understand,
Why his friends are so few,

And even his wife,
Takes her leave to go hide,
Because he`s so tiresome,
She needs to confide,

In someone more easy,
On her poor strained nerves;
No boyfriend or lover,
Just someone who serves,

A someone to lean on,
Just one true friend,
In whom to confide,
When her patience wears thin.

                                        Judy Ball

Some things that aren`t happy are important and need to be discussed but a steady diet of it morning, noon and night is a bit over much.
It starts to weigh on a person`s mind and they need a break from it.
Especially if you talk about it even during dinneer. 
That knots the stomach and you can`t eat let alone digest your food.
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free cee BYE BYE BILLY BAKER

 
      BYE-BYE BILLY BAKER

Chasing butterflies through the grass
Trapping fireflies in a glass
Butter and fire don’t seem to blend
But Billy Baker was my best friend

Flipping baseball cards against a wall
Raking leaves in the early fall
Hoping summer vacation wouldn’t end
And Billy Baker was my best friend

Playing little league with a first place team
Talking about both of our tomorrow’s dream
With things to borrow and things to lend
Me and Billy Baker who was my best friend

Becoming boy scouts with badges to earn
So much about young girls for us to learn
Silly little love notes he and I penned
Me and Billy Baker, my best friend

Trick or treating on Halloween
Both of us greeting seventeen
Each with a shoulder when one of us cried
And today I learned my best friend Billy  Baker died
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free cee A FANTASYS FANTASY

      A FANTASY'S FANTASY

Stay in your little fantasy world, that's just f*cking fine
just keep your little dream world out of mine
can you hear me because i've had enough of your game
and you are the only one between the two of us to blame

pray to your little Saints and listen for your call
but as for me i've had quite enough of it all
I don't need to be staying awake terrified
frightened of knocks on the door because you want to be a bunch of fools' guide

stop telling me what to do because you're so damned weak
i'm just trying to protect myself from the lies you so fluently speak
tell them all you're the owner, the head c.n.a.or a head nurse
but i'm telling you honey, meeting you is quickly becoming a curse

I don't need to be bothered because your ego can't be satisfied
since you never get enough while I have no where to hide
well a lot of money I have is going to give me a place of my own in which to stay
and i'll thank your saints and gods as I watch you pack up and walk away

so keep pushing me baby and you'll wind up rolling the dice
because it ain't fair that an innocent man is made to pay the price
whatever happens next is all going to occur by your design
but don't make your dreams of grandeur part of mine
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free cee GOD NIGHT LIGHT

      














                 GOD NIGHT LIGHT

You could do this one thing for me
You simply don’t
You could do something for me
You simply won’t

You could say yes to me
You simply refuse
You won’t even confess to me
But that ain’t no big news

You could help me out here
You simply don’t dare
You could stop my every tear
You simply don’t care

You could let me in on why
And all the secrets you keep
They tell me you made the earth and sky
Then why, God, won’t you grant me a normal night’s sleep
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free cee A RAT SEEKING A CAT

         A RAT SEEKING A CAT

Pity pervades
indiscretion invades
safety is a thing of yesterday
and tears are the price we all must pay

I pity the little child who helps a man find his cat
and ends up wiping her feet on his welcome mat
what goes on inside is beyond horrifying
and it's people like this we'll all be defying

indiscretion includes animosity and profanity
all these characteristics are the result of vanity
insanity even includes the nicest looking folks
and a world is coming where there are no more jokes

this earth is being polluted and so is outer space
until we all end up with sadness face to face
I weep for that little kid and disagree with the indiscreet
and these heartless people are souls I hope to never meet
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free cee MAriLNYs mAnia

        MARILYN'S MANIA

You have no idea how many things I want to tell you
beginning with the words “to hell with you”
ever since I discovered that you're a thief and a liar
I only want you to walk on fire

burning embers that could start a house on fire with ease
and while you're walking on the hot coals I want to hear you say “please”
because i'm telling you that I am amazed by your nerve
and I want to hear you say “please don't dole out the torture I deserve”

you have no sympathy and a shameful lack of class
and after walking on fire you can start on glass
shards as sharp as any razor ever made
because torture is the only price I will take in trade

you had rainbow ribbons in your hair
then early on you began doing things I couldn't bear
I put a crown on your head to dub you my queen
until I found out you can be monstrously mean

you have no idea how many things I want to say
but I promised myself I would ignore you and your evil way
because the sequins have fallen off the crown
and I just wish you could wear a constant and an indelible frown
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FREE CEE it is time to say good cry

sometimes it's easy not to cry when you say goodbye because you've taken enought
times when times and time spent together gets too rough 
days that pass by after nights of frustration and wide eyes
sometimes it's easy to smile after a litany of goodbyes

sometimes it's time to say that the time for good times are over
and there are just too many mountains which lead to dried up clover
just close the door to a bore and move on to the next conquest 
because sometimes saying goodbye is undoubtedly what's best

sometimes times mean too much work to stay where you are
so you move on to the next sparkling star
until that star grows dull and falls from the sky
and again it the time to say an easy goodbye

sometimes annoyance is an avoidance one must deal with in the end
and two make too many mistakes for either one to defend
so you stand up with a strengthened spine and get on with what comes next
because i can preach on how to say goodbye easily by chapter and text

so long honey, i wish i could say it's been a gas
but darling sometimes love becomes a test you can't pass
so you look over all the wasted time and years
and say goodbye without shedding any tepid tears
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i decided that i haven't seen 1 poem that moves me to share my genius

 I KNOW WHAT I  WANT MY MARK TO BE

When I leave this earth I want to leave my mark
But it’s difficult to see a mark in the dark
You may as well wear blindfolds over your eyes
I want to leave a mark when I say my final goodbyes

Some people sit in an easy chair that ain’t easy after all
Some people never learned to rise up when they fall
Some people regret ignoring the song of a lark
But as for me when I go I want to leave my mark

There were so many things I’ve done and I’ve seen
I always chose being gentle rather than to be mean
I made little children giggle as they played in a park
But to me all those things aren’t much of a mark

If I had my choice of what mark to leave behind
It wouldn’t be that people thought of me as having been kind
I wouldn’t want my mark to be the things that I do
When I leave my mark I want that mark to be you
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FREE CEE but teach a man to fish i will have the fish with a side of tartar sauce please

allow me to tell you about a man i know
his righteous rhetoric says he created me
turning water into wine is quite a good show
by a man i mainain strongly has always hated me

sure two thousand years have preserved his word
while phools and phollowers tithe on Sunday in his name
they bow to the sermons his servents have heard
but for my trials it's this man with whom i place the blame

his good book promises he can save me 
all i have to do is pray to his spirit enduring
it also says i should be grateful for everything he gave me
well i find his requests really quite boring

somehow he got people to believe he walked on water to prove his divinity
and fed thousands of folks with fish like flounder and cod
his good book says he will forgive me unto infinity
well it just so happens that i won't ever fuc**ng forgive god
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free cee HE DIED IN MY TUB AND THERE IS THE RUB

REQUIEM FOR A WRETCHED WRECK

There he lay, a stone to speak no more
There he lay, motionless unlike before
There he lay, with no more wisdom for to lend
There he lay, dead was he, my best friend

I taught him well how to find a vein
I tutored him in how to conquer pain
I educated him in how to rob and steel
There lay he with no pulse to feel

‘twas midst porcelain and tile lay he there
My desperation and heartlessness a spear
Skewered by steal as real as any ever made
And done were all our plans to fade

He and I were going to travel the globe
Until I designed and defiled his robe
When met did we he was filled with hope
But my selfishness and desire is a hangman’s rope

No 911 would I place that call
As I dragged him into the hollowed hall
Lest the cops ask questions I could not defend
There stood I with no help to lend

So Alan died in my apartment’s tub
And therein lies the rubbish and the rub
I was barred from his funeral because I killed him well
And I can only pray he landed not in the halls of hell
 
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free cee THIS WAS WRITTEN posthumously

  




 


        A  LADY, A LIAR, A LOVE, A LIFE

All her life she had been someone else's someone
Her daddy, her husband and then her young son
A butterfly encased in a coffin of glass
Until a decidedly different destiny came to pass

Who was the man she lay next to in bed?
They shared nothing more than their sheets head to head
A stranger had become a lifetime’s one sweet chance
But chances taken are too often met with raves and rants 

Sometimes chances have a way of leading to lamentable choices
And even loved ones have vehement voices
They scream too loud when quiet is needed
And the sound of reason isn’t always heeded

Fantasies can often be fed by the fire of desire
And a lady’s life can be led as a liar
Someone who vows forever in exchange for naked flesh
But more often than not reality and dreams don’t mesh

Everyone needs some time spent on their own
But not when that person is afraid of being alone 
She had always been a daughter, a mother, a wife
And that led to the lovely lady running my life
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free cee WE WHO RUN WITH A GUN

         WE WHO RUN WITH A GUN

We really didn't give a sh*t
not even a little bit
we did what we had to do
but what lay ahead no one knew

it was guns and bullets hidden in pockets
it was watching one die who once wore your locket
it was waiting, hoping and praying for him to arrive
it was a hell of a hopeless way to survive

it was waking up sick and needing money fast
but it wouldn't be easy based on the past
it was old ladies and gentlemen dressed to the nines
and for what we were forced to do they don't just give out fines

we were dealing with dealers and doing dope with dopes
and when one seceded to it they gave up all hopes
but when we were kicking a habit and throwing a fit
all of us suddenly began to give a sh*t
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free cee ROMANTIC YET FRANTIC

   ROMANTIC YET FRANTIC

I knew this woman who took me to a place covered with snow
ice made the nighttime glitter like gold
she made romance feel real for the first time I know
but the problem was she could never fit the mold

I had in mind a lady DaVinci would have designed
I had a figurine figured out in my  mind
she took me out of the nine to five grind
and made a man see who once was born blind

we strolled down eighty-sixth street walking hand in hand
and even filthy ninth avenue seemed clean as could be
suddenly she made me understand
in her cute little outfit with its lace and filigree  

we kissed midst the snow on a dark December night
I swore my love to the young little miss
for months everything went along just right
until she discovered that dope meant more to me than her kiss
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Dial Emma

I find my feet on the knife's edge:
To walk away will be to bleed.
Stay, toughen.
Let blood fear me.


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free cee THIS GAME IS A SHAME

    THIS GAME IS A SHAME

I don't like this game
it's like hunting only for fame
so it's hunting for fame or game be it rabbit, squirrel or bird
and this game isn't as much phun as I'd heard

the rules vary according to the majority
and Lord have mercy on the minority
this game needs an oracle to understand
and leads you from land to land

it's like a hexagram divided by pi
and your only limit is two miles past the sky
centuries are a time scale ruled by the sun
and the final notion is known only when it's done

I don't like this game or its rules
the puzzle pieces are geniuses and fools
the one puzzle piece is a well honed knife
so I don't like this game called life
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free cee I SUPPOSE SOME NEVER SO IT IS NOT THEIR'S TO LOSE

     I SUPPOSE SOME NEVER FIND IT SO IT’S NOT THEIRS TO LOSE

I was serenely secluded on a burnt sienna sandy beach situated somewhere between Heaven and my head
There were no rude intruders to induce insanity into the solitude to which I became wed
Married to the marvel of quietude
With gratitude
And a gracious bow to the host of a silence I’d been searching for everywhere
Only then did I come to terms with the fact that for many of the masses solitude is anywhere
They can silence the storms that threaten an otherwise cloudless day
They can mute out the madness and hold lightening and ludicrous lunacy at bay
While it took me years to find a kind of peace only I would be privy to
Breathing easy and resting under a roof of royal blue
The beach was precisely what I’d dreamed it would be when I was privileged to dream
On one side was the pacifist pacific ocean the other was the stillness of a stream
With willows all willowy and green
A place pristine
Pines that stood proud
But along came a lying, manipulating, and oh so sexy perpetual cloud
And that’s when I heard the beach’s peace cease
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    NO FUN DAY ONLY CRY DAY

I don’t have a Friday
Just another day to wish away
I don’t have a Sunday
Just another day to hold at bay

I don’t have a Friday anymore
No paycheck to signal another week to end
I don’t smile when Friday knocks on my door
Only the deeds of another day for me to defend

I don’t have a Sunday to rest
To sip on some tea peacefully
Just another day at sorrow’s behest
And to suffer ceaselessly

I don’t have a Sunday or Friday
No day to take a soothing breath
I don’t have a day to do things my way
Only another day to dream of death
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   IN VIENNA THEY ESPECIALLY BELIEVE

Today is the day they hid our Lord's body in a cave secured with a stone
and therein they left his body hushed and all alone
they fashioned a cave into a tomb because they feared the ground could not hold him down
all this before the cross and they wove thorns into a crown

so now we hold this day as sacred to teach, reach and to learn
as we, the righteous await his promised return
His father had forsaken Him but Jesus did not care
because he realized that what mortals were doing was not the least bit fair

He bled for our sins because His Father told him He must
but there were too many men like Judas whom Jesus could not trust
when the crow was heard clearly and loudly thrice
Jesus of Nazareth knew it was time for Him to pay the price

He had already chastised the money changers for defiling His home
after 40 days and nights in a desert in which He chose to roam
then once his eyes were closed forever and they were certain he was dead
they laid Him upon a rock hoping it would become his eternal bed

ah, but how foolish those errant mortals had been
because they laid to rest perfection and a soul sans any sin
and so today I send you the blessings of a blessed soul such as you all should receive
hose who write with beauty about that which you shall ever believe
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Comfort

Walls around,
Of fire and light.
Surround me now,
And hold me tight.


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Apricot Tarts

As I lie here on my death bed
Feeling the last beats of my heart
My only regret is, I didn't close
The lid on the apricot tarts

Sounds like a kind of trivial thing
But to some, it's a big faux pas
Little things are very important
To me, that's a major flaw

In the great, overall scheme of things
So they're not as fresh as alleged
I'll eat those things any way they come
Don't mind if there's fur on the edge

I think they call it anal retentive
And applies to so many things
Like how dishes are placed in the washer
And how you must rinse everything 

I really do feel sorry for these people
They need to start enjoying their life
Stop worrying 'bout all those silly things
In Heaven, there's none of that strife!


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                    IT WASN’T FATE’S RING FINGER

If only I could have heard yesterday what today the man had to say
Only he said it way too late
I should have heeded the words I would hear once upon a day
Because all I got was the middle finger of fate

He said “now I’m walking away”
Something this fool never wanted to say
He really loves her with a love he cannot hold at bay
But he’s hitting the road and headed for the highway anyway

Sh*t, his good advice sure took its damned time in arriving
Advice about the dreary and the dreaded
While, if you care, I am barely surviving
And by the way I knew to where that highway was headed

There’s this section off Highway 6 where every Tuesday night someone dies
And sometimes two on Sunday but only if it was raining
Something told me to walk away but you’ve never seen such deep green eyes
And then fate gave me the middle finger because it was love she had been feigning
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    STARTING OVER MIDST MERLOT AND CLOVER

You ask me if we can start over as if we just met
with all the errant paths i've taken to forget
let the past be forgotten and today become brand new
and all my expectations depend upon you

we can lay in the clover sipping on Merlot wine
me thanking God that i've got time again to make you mine
we can kiss that kiss that never happened and suddenly slipped away
so perhaps we can make this a brand new love kind of day

sometimes I feel as if the world has left me far behind
with too many bad memories pressing on my mind
the reasons I am the way I am have little to do with you
so I wonder if we can make today seem brand new

I understand your anger and festering frustration
I understand how you can be repelled against such aggravation
I know why you seem angry so often and with such intensity
but honey I swear it's due to my hyper-sensitivity

I hurt for the man who hurts and cry for the woman who cries
I ain't got time for no excuses, exclusions or any sudden surprise
I'd like to know what is and isn't true
and if we can make our love today seem brand new

before all the turmoil when my pain and disappointment took control
before the universe stole my verve, excitement and my soul
so I rebelled against my nerves and let my home be a hollow in a tree
and all the problems we've had originate from me

so you ask if we can start over as if yesterday didn't exist
and let the happiness of tomorrow patiently persist
well baby I tell you that I never want to say goodbye
so if you want to start over honey let's both of us give it a try
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The Plan

These days my heart pumps slowly 
For fear of faling too fast
It clings to what it desires
And hopes the feeling will last

My spirit has taken a detrimental glide
And I'm free falling on faith alone
I am learning to trust God's will be done
And to live as he would condone

Days are rough and I can't help but think
Of you, your thoughts, your heart
I'm trying to be strong and with God I can
But I've missed you from the start

Little things we've done and the good times
Are all I seem to recall
I know had we done things accordingly
God would have ensured we'd never fall

You have a great heart and gentle spirit
Some recent things I don't understand
But I know it's not up to me to fear it
Because somehow, it's part of God's plan


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                 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER ONE?

“so tell me daddy, why do you only have one arm?”
a query posed by seven year old charm
a daughter in crinoline who daddy won't let come to harm
and when daddy held daughter in his one arm it brought about calm

it was a long story to tell
about entering and exiting hell
there were intricacies to recall
and they all hang on his memory's wall

he thought long and hard about what to say
she hadn't ever asked until that day
she was so pink, so perky and pretty
but the last thing he wanted was his little girl's pity

well honey, he stammered and began his tale
in one part of the story we win, the other we fail
we were all doing what we were called upon to do
a hundred and ten men thrown into the jungle without even a clue

no one had any idea why we were the only ones there
we all hoped there was some help coming from somewhere
but none ever came even as we ran out of ammunition
and surviving that battle became our ambient ambition

but we were all alone and bullets were flying
and when I say I was scared, sweetie, i'm not lying
so you ask why I have one arm and it's because our enemy was strategically strong
and we were in the midst of war in a place where we didn't belong
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      ELEMENTARY ELEMENTS

I ain’t afraid
That’s just the way I was made
simply allow all this madness to fade
when all my final debts have been paid

I ain’t frightened of the unknown
Like what happens to my body and bone
When time and the elements decide what to do
I ain’t afraid of what may go askew

The world can go awry and I won’t ask why
It’s easier to ignore silence than what screams will defy
I don’t fear the final curtain sinking from up high
I don’t even give a sh*t about any final goodbye

I giggle from those who fear the final fire
And those who shy away from a funeral pyre
With one whisper my troubles are made and declared dire
And when I say i'm not afraid of death I’m a god-damned liar
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canCEL thAT meeTINg and gREETINg

  PLEASE CANCEL THAT MEET AND GREET

Instant insanity insinuates itself repeatedly but not on me
You know who they are because of their unconventional  thinking
It’s the paranoid  pathetic people as per that which I see
And  those are the  ones I  blame for my drinking 

Craziness comes crawling and calling too many times for me
And these people walk around saying “poor me-- this ain’t no fun”
Lunatics lay in  wait for me to prove that which I see
Well these people ain’t  sane so pour me, poor me, pour me another one

I cannot escape the inescapable
My time ain’t worth their’s or anyone
Especially not with the mentally incapable
And then these people want the right to register for a handgun

No, they want to argue to demonstrate what they are
In front of an audience on my home, or the street
So I run to the nearest liquor store, best friend or a bar
Hoping upon hope that I don’t run into any of the people no one wants to meet
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free cee YOU CANNOT TELL A BOOK BY ITS LOVER

YOU CAN'T TELL A BOOK BY ITS LOVER

He called himself the king of the street
and so did all the people he'd meet
after all, anyone who has what you want is king
and one must bow down and kiss his ring

if you were dope sick the man was a healer
and so you headed straight for the dealer
after all there comes a time when you admit defeat
and that's why he was called “King of the Street”

he had no heart and business always came first
and his patrons didn't know it but they became cursed
cursed by a king who had no heart or sympathy
and treating his subjects with apathy

one day a neighbor of the king looked out the window
and lo and behold what do you know
the king was a cross dresser is what the neighbor had seen
so I suppose instead of king he should be dubbed queen
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     I DO SAY ADIEU

Please don't tell me why
just say good-bye
don't stop to offer any excuse
because every word is another noose

your reasoning is askew and the rope is too tight
suffering madness at morn and restriction at night
i'm restricted to defending my actions that day
but you never turn the other cheek, you just turn away

i'm tired of all the fighting and reuniting
because your selfishness can be bitter and biting
I do something uncalled for and you lose all control
but it was the same thing you created as your goal

so what is now old once was brand new
all the laughter and all I wanted was you
so don't bother explaining why you're doing what you must do
please beg I, just bid me adieu
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        AT ODDS WITH ODD GODS

Here stand I
Against all odds
Here I stand
Against all gods

Here stand I
Surrounded by slings and arrows
Here I stand
Wherein the wretched road narrows

Here stand I
Between blood and war
Here I stand
Beside guts and gore

Amidst lead and gun
Here stand I
Satan's most obedient son
And ‘tis here I shall surely die
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why must my genius keep wrestling with the mundane poetry the rest of you write

I AM NOT FRIGHTENED OF BEING ENLIGHTENED

My load has got to become lightened
My sodden Saturdays and Sundays should be brightened
And it’s not even an eventuality of being frightened
It’s a matter of my being enlightened

Every morning men arise to work another day
I, on the other hand have the dope man to pay
Lest I limp and crawl through to another night
While chasing dope with needs and wants to fight

“Good morning sweetie, how did my honey sleep?
She wanted a description as to if it was lighthearted or deep
Even as I slumber like a sloth climbing a tree
In my sleep I knew it was time for me to flee

I know enlightenment might provide enough insight 
But running gauntlets and out of luck just ain’t right
I ran out of explicit patience and she out of generic hope
And  if you must know that’s why I keep chasing dope
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the ZOO KEEPER KILLED THE KANGAROO and had a koala for dessert

    A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
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free cee IT WAS OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN

                      IT WAS OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN

I'm certain her favorite colors weren't black and blue
especially when they were in a certain place
he did what all brutish men do
so she found him and took her vows with a demon face to face

the hospital was her second home and/or house
they could have named a wing after this lady's pain
she'd met, fell in love with and lived with a louse
one who didn't mind what damage he could do to her brain

the nurses couldn't have been more kind
they cared for a transient woman without a defense
the whole staff tried to heal her body and mind
but it's difficult to handle a woman who is constantly tense

there were times when I felt like stealing her away
just jump in my car and we two could take flight
but if he caught her she feared what he would do and say
and without a doubt it would lead to a one round fight

one punch and she always went down
the referee didn't even have to get from one to two
his was no ordinary grimace, gritting of teeth or a frown
and that's why she now hates both the colors black and blue
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free cee They are too small i ANT SEE THEM

     THEY  ARE  TOO  SMALL I   ANT  EVEN  SEE THEM

I see them, little ants scurrying about
some certain, some filled with doubt
I see them, scurrying here and hurrying there
some courageous, some filled with fear

each of them with their own job to do
that one is in charge of a very few
but the big one over there in the center 
he's the big shot with a sign “do not enter”

these ants sometimes seem so primitive to me
other times it seems as though they know how things should be
each helping the other with the offering of a hand
I watched these ants long enough to understand

they dig little tunnels to get places fast
they send signals to each other about the future and the past
but no one pays attention to the warning they should heed
because some little ants don't mind stealing, harming or greed

there are good ants and there are bad ants
there are ants in raggedy clothes and some in fancy pants
there are some the others don't care for i.e. the lame, the hungry and the blind
now you see, this whole description was actually a metaphor about mankind          
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FREE CEE fences built by defenses

              FENCES BUILT BY DEFENSES

I once said you and I had different definitions of love and what it's all about
now i'm left treading water in a sea of doubt
I know our feelings about love compete with one another
but it's all about the fire and the embers we must smother

we embrace by the fireside and swear our love will never end
while I hear all the errant contradictions I need you to defend
as all my queries about you and my dubiety mount
and all that remains on your mind is the condition of your bank account 

I thought your idea of love is what you can get
now i'm not certain enough to place a bet
I just know that the disparate ideas we have are evident
and the difference in the way we love is prevalent

I know my conception of love is what I can give to you
but it doesn't seem to matter what I do
you just want what you want when you want it and you want it now
while I know how much my love has to and can endow

we sit midst the shimmering lights, waging shadows and your selfish desire
as three glasses of rum and your egocentric ideas douse out the fire
I never took love as a contest, rivalry or competition
all I know is when it comes to love we don't have the same definition
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free cee A CAUSTIC CACTUS

   A CAUSTIC CACTUS

You left me low in the high Sierras
standing naked and all alone
there stood I midst sorrow and sand
sorrow, sand and stagnant stone

there was one lonely cactus
almost lonely as lonely me
both of us begging for sustenance
neither of us to ever be set free

I can't find the path that led me here
and you might say that I can't take no more
you might say i've reached the end
and no one has ever been so right before

why can't you just get it through your head
there will never be a time where the middle will meet the end?
I'm stuck in the arid air of sadness and it's cohort
it's comrade called the wind that makes both that cactus and myself bend

we are blown to and fro, from left to right
and every morning greets me with a sun that cooks my blood
one moment of sanctuary from the heat would be a gift
instead yet another night I wilt like a a lily or a blood red rosebud

I tried to hold you but the sun got in the way
I tried to keep you but no water might I find
i'm stuck in the acrid humidity of improprieties
and that sunlight has left me sweaty and blind

so here I am laying low in the high Sierras
knowing full well there ain't no escape
I remember love sworn on dunes of sand
and picnics midst the misty beauty of the cape
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WHAT DO YOU PREFER CAVIAR OR CRAP

      EXTRAORDINARY EXTRAMENT 
there’s only a very supreme segment of society who get it
This ain’t a planet, it’s just a floating orb formed of “sh*t
Now pathetic people are pissing on it and it’s going to turn into mud
Yet and still human beings are running around afraid of a flood

A flood?  Are they delusional is what I’d like to know?
Because a flood ain’t gonna compare to the fire and snow
What Job went through with locusts and boils will seem like nil
And quite frankly, I’ve had my fu***ng fill

I’m tired, I’m exhausted, I’m played out and weary
And a one world government is making me leery
“The New World Order” frightens me but not as much as Mack
Oh, Mack’s the dude down the street who lives in a makeshift shack

He only frightens me because he ain’t afraid
And he might also know from what this planet was made
My Grandson may inherit a world where peace and pride are a thing of the past
And if people keep perpetually puking and pissing on this puny planet it simply cannot last
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free cee IS IT REALLY A RACE IF THE RACE HAS NO START

     IS IT REALLY A RACE IF THE RACE HAS NO START?

I am a singer who cannot sing
I am a bell ringer whose bell cannot ring
I wanted to fling but forgot to fling
I am a nobody who ain’t got a thing

I am a painter who is unable to paint
I am a sinner and I certainly ain’t no saint
I am a vibrant color which faded far too faint
I am a nobody and a somebody I ain’t

I am an artist who ain’t got no art
I am a soul who ain’t got no heart
I am an actor who can’t play his part
I am a race that ain’t got no start

This singer can’t sing nor can this actor act
And that’s just a god-damned natural born fact
I am a honey bee who is unable to sting
And Lord knows I’m a nobody who ain’t got a thing   
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free cee DUE TO TRAVELING I AM UNRAVELING

DUE TO TRAVELING I AM UNRAVELING

Yet another change of venue secluded in the morrow
A new stage to state my sinfulness and sorrow
“Welcome” they hum with a smile on their face
Until they encounter my actions they cannot embrace

So here I am packed and fully prepared to go
To head for another place I do not know
A place where confinement is the order of the day
And so once again I take my away

I am being reigned in and ruled over by rhetoric
“well,” respond they, “you are, after all a heretic”
Sh*t yeah, but that’s what I was born and raised to be
A sinner, a drunkard, an addict and worst of all I am me

So my luggage is bulging with nonessential items per se
Well, there are things I’d rather not throw away
I will not dispose of the memories of friends I met in this place
And now can you please help me with that leaden suitcase?
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free cee WILD WHITE BLUEBERRIES

           WILD WHITE BLUEBERRIES

I rapped at your window and tapped on your door
I felt so very insecure
never felt so uncertain before
or ever wanted anything more
    
but I, a rebel and her the essence of spring
with all the kaleidoscopic colors it can bring
there was no snow since it bid adieu
and sprung forth the colors of blueberries and blue

it was of an urgent matter for which I needed you
a matter of life or death one might say is true
I had something on my mind I didn't want on my mind
and thought perhaps I could talk to someone so kind

but I was too much of a rebel and she got too little rest
always searching for an answer to a test
my rapping and tapping was too much to ignore
so suddenly I heard the noise of her double locking her door
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FREE CEE do not forget dinner in HEAVEN at SEVEN

       DO NOT FORGET DINNER IN HEAVEN AT SEVEN

I gazed at my image rippled by the lake
and they say I've past my prime
well i'm still the best at being a phony and a phake
while I ignore the clock but they all waste their time

baking pies and cooking dinner at seven
the family sits down and each recounts the days events
then they all imagine that there really is a heaven
despite the fact that deep inside they know none of it makes sense

the wrinkles on my face were erased by the ripples of the lake
and suddenly I was on a swing at six years old reaching for the sky
I sat there feeling saddened for the people with all those pies to bake
and although they listened intently no one ever questioned “why?”

that lake brought me comfort, knowledge and much more
it gave me the ability to stay young until I die
there are so many atrocities the dinner at seven crowds ignore 
and now if you'll excuse me I don't have to bake a pie
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FREE CEE to marlon linton who is a poet supreme and if u don't believe me ask him

  THE GENESIS OF GENIUS

Someone's in the room drinking stale beer and smoking menthol cigarettes
someone's in the parlor playing poker while making foolish bets
someone's having her seventh baby this earth needs like it needs more pollution
and then there's a genius like me trying to come up with a solution

someone one's seeking answers that are so hard to find
someone's got secrets and perversion on his mind
someone's looking for a genius he thinks is over there
when he's standing with me and my brilliance laid bare

everyone's looking for an excuse they can write down in notes
every phony politician is paying lobbyists for votes
every physician is seeking a patient to see
while all he has to do is consult a genius like me

everyone's trying as hard as they can to prove they're not dumb
Yet they can't see the destruction I know is sure to come
everyone has prayers and know there are hungry people to feed
while all the time they need only find a genius like me to end gregariousness and greed
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FREE CEE dazed by the days

    DAZED BY THE DAYS

There were days
Once wondrous days
There were nights
Thunderous nights that were claimed by a haze

Everyday was bright
Because you heralded away the gray
Everything seemed right
But that’s not so for today

There were eves
Once slumbered dark
I felt my senses take leave
But upon your departure you left well your mark

Your aroma and scent was everywhere
Soaked into the skin of a sensual atmosphere
I detect your perfume on my pillow when night grows near
But now you’re out in front and I am stranded at the rear

There were days, 
Thrilling days indeed
But these days my days have wandered away
And I’m left killing every day purely out of need

I feel like stabbing each day directly in the heart
Then examining the corpse post mortem while on ice
When you left me forever my everything fell apart
A happenstance for which I’m still paying the price

The penultimate price for the penultimate crime
You committed an injustice to which woe was wed
There were once days so bright and superbly sublime
But now each dawn makes me wish the day was already dead
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free cee THE FU-KING END

                THE F*CKING END

One night last night I dreamed it was the last night
I mean the f*cking finale, baby, I mean the end
i'm talking about fire, fear and being filled with fright
i'm talking about an end no one can defend

i'm finished with the dreams that steal my breath
they plague me nightly with horrid scenes
rather than to keep on dreaming i'd rather choose death
although sometimes it's difficult to decipher what every dream means

last night I dreamed last night's dream was my last dream
the last time I would visit night time's abode
but the next morning I would be awoken by a scream
and quaking would be every street, avenue and road

last night I dreamed that there was peace at last
no more bombs, no more rifles or gun
the future was about to become the past
when the moon doused the stars and the sun

last night, as it turned out, wasn't the end
and we will survive to discover what lies beyond the bend
there will still be tyrants with tyrannical ways by the score
and that's why, as for my damnable dreams, there will still be more
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free cee CLICK CLOCK

            CLICK-CLOCK

I wish not only to kill time
I want to torture it first the way it torments me
I want a way to forever still time
Since time makes no more sense to me

The clock portends pain and so much more
A second hand that crawls only to torture me
To pass the time away is an unpleasant chore
One conceived of by damnation and debauchery

The hands of time are a consequence of depravity
Immediate immorality that never dissipates
My days are empty as a canyon or a cavity
Time that aborts comfort with sorrow which never abates

All I have is spare time and time to care about little
I have concern for no loved one who’s there to fill me
The clocks sees me as speciousness and human spittle
And so I want to slay time the way it yearns to kill me
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CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST

‘Tis this stand I and swear to thee
Before she goes oh please take me
That these eyes of mine born of blue
Not see the day when lose you

She may not want now to stay
But first, beg I, take me away
Wherever bound that I may be
Please my Lord, first take me

Not a woman whose inner beauty shown
A lady unlike many grown
Forgiveness was her credo known
And pray thee I, leave me not alone

Please cause not a rift far too wide
That my disdain shall not abide
My soul seeks solace by you, my Lord
But losing her is a price I cannot afford

So raise not an anger within me
That my belief no longer be
So before her death be your decree
Please, my Lord, first take me
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Wretched Snake

The head
Of the snake
Is gone
Though it seems

It's coming
Back to me
In terrible
Dreams

Will there
Be a party
A dynamite
Type?

But detonate
Fears
And more then
Just hype

A jet of vacation
An unaware crew
To fall from the sky
But they never knew

And where
Will it end
The snake
Does it mend?

If growing
The head back
Will time tell
Us when?

The body
Must go
As well as
The head

And finally
Then
This wretched
Will end


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        HORSEBACK DECIDING 

I recall that laughter, that happiness and smile
she made the sunshine seem dull and not nearly so bright
I make myself remember but only for a while
because the memory of her turns day into night

we laughed together by a fire on the beach
and sang two part harmony to our favorite song
we sucked on a succulent peach
and it seemed as if nothing in the world could go wrong

I recall taking her horseback riding
and how I laughed as she screamed down the trail
it seems not her but the horse was doing the deciding
as it chewed on it's bit and flicked its tail

all these moments are meandering in my memory's file
she gave me enough but I still yearned for more
but then came the violence, the voraciousness and vile
      DEAD AT TWENTY FOUR
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Glimpse of Light

Glimpse of Light

When sorrow and pain set in,
And storms came all of a sudden
Surely a glimpse of light rays
Because Jesus is on our way!


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                  HUSH, ‘TIS FEAR I HEAR

Yes, I fear
I fear fear 
I fear fear is near
I hear fear’s voice speaking fearfully and fearlessly
I cannot bear fear anymore 
Or the fright that fights its way from the fortitude of night
And wrangles itself from the wrists of darkness 
into the light that languishes in shameful shadows
Because fright often sheds light on the subject of fear
And makes the torment of terror clear
For panic often portends pain
And dread can be found in the most comfortable bed
While horror haunts one’s head
And alarm outweighs the luckiest of lucky charms
While apprehension and tension walk arm in arm
And trepidation trespasses on the truth of solemnity denied
As anxiety becomes a pitiful priority
And phobias forecast a fortress wherein fear hides
And worry scurries into darkened corners of concern
And the edges of a silken fabric are frayed by being afraid
Because I am scared
As the fangs of fear are bared
Yes, I fear
I fear a spear
I fear a tear
And I fear yet another year of fearing fear
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   I'M TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

You say my words are ugly because I drink too much
well listen little lady, if you've got a question i've got an answer
you may know how to feel but you don't how to touch
and you are the only thing that hurts almost as much as my cancer

you don't give a sh*t how many hours a day I stay in pain
you just want what you want and when you want it done
you treat me with nothing but contempt and disdain
and you are more heartless then anyone

I am now surrendering to whatever fate has to say
wherever providence leads me that's where i'm going to go
whether it tells me to run or hide away
i'll do what it tells me and go with the flow

wherever the river's current takes me i'll be prepared
wherever the ocean tide takes me i'll rides the waves
maybe you and I were never meant to be paired
because you don't act the way a true lover behaves

my blood runs and spills onto the floor
but that doesn't mean anything to someone like you
a woman unlike any i've ever met before
and quite frankly i'm tired of guessing what you're going to do

I have you on no leash yet you bark and you bite
I try to do things you'll appreciate
but your love of money over me just ain't right
and that's why i'm prepared to follow my fate

I can't get the help I need from you without begging on my knee
if I need an aspirin first I have to act like your slave 
it's as if your objective is to rid yourself of me
and I ain't going to allow no woman to drive me to my grave
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my girlfriend thought this was good but i went to a zoo and let an elepant poop oni it

     VIEWING VALLEYS IN VANE

If you’re seeking or searching for me
Simply view every vehement valley
I traveled from the prairie to get right here
Only to find this is a valley of fear

It ain’t the venomous snakes that frighten me
Ain’t the heat nor a searing sun I see
It’s more than that, and a whole lot more
When rocks are your pillow and stones are your floor

I was feeling so bad I had to move on one day
Any physician would have told me to get away
So I packed just enough from the pantry to stay alive
But right now I ain’t sure if I care to survive

So if you’re looking in frustration for me
Just look at any map and every vile valley
Because I don’t care for the world even a little bit
So I’m staying right here away from  all the shuffling and shit
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           SOME ARE UNABLE TO LISTEN TO ABEL

One would have to be on dope 
to believe where ther's life there is hope"
that which I maintain was proved by Abel and Cain
and I say where thereis  life there is pain

I tried to tell the woman I never came to touch
But she thought my beliefs were far too much
I tried to teach her to feel with her heart rather than her hand
But the pretty lady just couldn't understand

The closest I got was when she said maybe
When I said to the lovely listen to me baby
I felt her uneasiness from two feet away
And perhaps that is why she wouldn't  believe in what I had to say

All this man ever wanted was to edify the uneducated
And about all the hopes and dreams, that by life, are truncated
With life comes aches and discomfort difficult to endure
And where there is life there is too often never a cure

There is no treatment for a broken spirit and heart
Especially for those whose life is falling apart
Where there is life there is disease, depression and disdain
And if you don't believe me read about Abel and Cain
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IS THERE A CORONER ON THE CORNER?

Life would be more temperate were i not taunted so by temptation
On every corner and on every god-forsaken street
For a weakened man such as i temptation never comes to a cessation
And believe me brother, I’ve been broken, battered and beat

I’ve taken my licks while simply trying to get some kicks
Find the thrill of stillness and temporary but tempting relief
I’m like a flame burning in the middle of a candle’s wick
Burning toward both ends with a soothing flame all too brief

The word “temptation” should have been made my middle name
Since I’m tormented by chasing that short but soothing flame
My lack of will power and detrimental desire are both to blame
And since that first shot in the arm temptation is torment I cannot tame

Living wouldn’t be such a chore had I some self-control
And life would be easier were my heart not so hardened by craving
A lack of restraint makes me no saint since sin has stolen my soul
And believe me bleak brothers, my sordid soul ain’t worth saving
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FREE CEE symphony for the devil

pitty the pretty for making easy things seem so hard
feel sorry for the senorita left unceremoniously scarred
have empathy for the sister whose life is a symphony askew
have sympathy for the woman who believed the lies which her lovers would spew

they'd employ words such as "love" "forever after" and "blatant beauty"
but alas suddenly demonic diatribes became their duty
at first they'd take a bow and a vow to honor and respect
but all too soon entered the words "wretched" and "neglect"

with a batting of her eyelashes and a wiggle they were her's
yet those men are around when her final "fare thee well" occurs
her crinoline would kiss the floor and then she would curtsy and be gone
because even broken hearts still live to beat on

so the pretty would leave on another quest for her one true love
a romance with respect and all the promises thereof
i don't know the lady very well who makes easy seem so hard
but i share many of the demons with whom she has sparred
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 YOU CAN'T TAKE BLOOD FROM AN ICE CREAM CONE

This morning the sky revealed blood from the sun
and a bandage on the moon
peter the pacifist picked up a gun
and all hell broke loose in the afternoon

this morning a raccoon raced a deer to the trash
the raccoon wily, the deer delicate as a dance
this morning the sky woke up with a rash
and one stubborn star decided to take a chance

it tried to outshine the sun and shine past ten
that obstinate star just wouldn't surrender
it had to dim but no one knew where or when
while a rhododendron had a revelation to render

the bush told of war and how it could end
it knew because it was of a special breed
all the seeds became a beautiful blend
and every human being found out the sun really can bleed
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       THREE OUT FIVE AIN'T FAIR
It was a slightly old photo, i don't know how many years
but he shows me the pictures sans any tears
sh*t, were that me I couldn't look at that photo
after the way they went, and the way they had to  go

are you kidding man, four simply took a ride
and i know the man must certainly have grieved hard and cried
they left for a short run to get some soda and snacks
and the rest of the tale is too grivous with its facts

that photo and he meekly asks "dont thay have  angel faces?"
and even  if you didn't know this man you'd offer him his good graces
four went for a ride for snacks, soda, a sandwhich and a smile
and it happened after the sixteenth mile

three died, one survived the collision and after that he skirts the issue
and as for me, just the sight of those faces would command a tissue
he believes they now reside high up above  the blue, i know
but as for me, i could never look at that photo
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       DOES THE DEVIL MAKE A DEVILISH DAIQUIRI? 

So my folks said that I need to stop drinking
And after I did some serious thinking
I told them I would when I’m finally dead
Hey, straight up, that’s exactly what I said

So the argument escalated into a frightful fight
And because none of us are all that bright
We each began screaming and scowling at one another
My dad screamed at me and me at my mother and brother

Yes, I know it’s not smart for me to drink
Especially well after the elephant turns pink
I won’t drink when I’m dead is what I said clear as any bell
That is unless, of course, there’s a barroom in the heart of hell
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MORE TEA or ME

      MORE TEA AND MORE OF ME

Yes, the lady took me in from the cold
Then gave me something warm to hold
She was sustenance for my belly and soul
As the fireplace begged for a bit more coal

Outside it was frigid but not inside
She asked “coffee or tea” but I couldn’t decide
Okay, I replied I’ll have tea with sugar and cream
As I lay back hoping this wasn’t just a dream

I appreciated her letting me in and for her tea
But I wanted her to want a lot more of me
I just wanted a touch, a touch here and there
As I slid my ready and sweaty body near

I put my hand on her knee and she slapped my face
Well what the f**k happened to a comforting embrace
So to  the kitchen I slicked for a knife while she was crying
Since my family was in business and their motto was “always leave ‘em dying”
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                  A BETRAYED BODY OF EVIDENCE 
You began to mimic me
I heard you admit as much
You began to enhance me
With the nativity of your tendril's touch

You borrowed a triad of traits from me
Three minute mannerisms of mine
You proposed that I allow you to entrance me
An awesome offering I simply could not decline

The way I tapped my fingers to one bemusing beat
You took up the tapping too
A mindful miss and my muse of music
And then I took to unwrapping you

The way I cocked my head slightly to the right
And walked with an air of influence
You walked with the confidence I lacked
And as regards events.. sorrow such as a storm was simply a confluence

You imitated the nuances my body would betray
The winsome way I carry myself while in travel
My body beleaguered was bullet riddled because you betrayed me
When all the perfect plans we wove as one began to unravel
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i know the moon rules the tides, but who rules the sun and how do they decide

               COLLISION AND DIVISION 

Oftentimes when two worlds collide love blooms from the burst
And good grows from the seeds of the worst 
But sometimes when those same two worlds collide
It’s because one was honest but the other one lied

One can concoct falsehoods to get what they need
And one suffers from the other world’s neediness and greed
One is needy for affection and love everlasting
But when those two worlds collide stand far from the blasting

Dynamite itself can’t damage a soul more than a belove lost
And one world's eye’s redden when the other is double crossed
Liars hide the truth with vows they never mean to keep
And their hardened hearts care not when the other world will weep

“I promise” “I vow” “I swear on everything your world will accept”
While the other world moaned, groaned and woefully wept
Alas the sadness and regret is universally wide
Because that’s sometimes the result when two worlds collide
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ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR NEIGHBOR

   ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR NEIGHBOR

So many people seem to need me 
“can you trim my bushes and that tree?”
but I am as an ant is to a bee
I now I look upon everyone as an enemy

they need me because his wife has pneumonia and jr. has a rare disease
so I comfort them with some tea to put them all at ease
the man across town can't fix his car
so I walk there to help him even though it's so damned far

little millie has no toys she used to enjoy
because it seems her daddy is a man no one will employ
and although it was a long walk I went out and got her a new toy
as I walked home I could only hope i'd chosen something she will enjoy

“will you pick all those ugly old weeds?”
and so I try to meet everyone's needs
“i'm old and weak so could you cut my grass”
well from now on i'm just going to tell them all to kiss my bloody a*s
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    STARTING OVER MIDST MERLOT AND CLOVER

You ask me if we can start over as if we just met
with all the errant paths i've taken to forget
let the past be forgotten and today become brand new
and all my expectations depend upon you

we can lay in the clover sipping on Merlot wine
me thanking God that i've got time again to make you mine
we can kiss that kiss that never happened and suddenly slipped away
so perhaps we can make this a brand new love kind of day

sometimes I feel as if the world has left me far behind
with too many bad memories pressing on my mind
the reasons I am the way I am have little to do with you
so I wonder if we can make today seem brand new

I understand your anger and festering frustration
I understand how you can be repelled against such aggravation
I know why you seem angry so often and with such intensity
but honey I swear it's due to my hyper-sensitivity

I hurt for the man who hurts and cry for the woman who cries
I ain't got time for no excuses, exclusions or any sudden surprise
I'd like to know what is and isn't true
and if we can make our love today seem brand new

before all the turmoil when my pain and disappointment took control
before the universe stole my verve, excitement and my soul
so I rebelled against my nerves and let my home be a hollow in a tree
and all the problems we've had originate from me

so you ask if we can start over as if yesterday didn't exist
and let the happiness of tomorrow patiently persist
well baby I tell you that I never want to say goodbye
so if you want to start over honey let's both of us give it a try
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        THAT WHICH THE WOMAN DOES NOT BLUNDERSTAND

methinks the woman believes she can raise the dead
at least that's what resides in her head
mrs. lazarus is simply an illusion
until reality brings her delusion to a conclusion

there are things the lady thinks only she can do
and believes the lady is one of only a precious few
if she perceives that you are asking too much
she simply orders one out of her clutch

she's not a saint yet will tell you otherwise
she'll swear to her Lord and tell you lies
she won't believe a word you'll ever say
and can't hold her betrayal at bay

friends come and go but with this lady the scene is repeated 
but one morning she will awake knowing she's defeated
she'll finally realize how much laughter she muted
and the fact that her ego is out of control cannot be disputed
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what do people born blind, never saw a tree, what do they dream about

                  WISE EYES

We all turn and read another page
Through the very eyes of age
Such wisdom  behind brown, green or blue
We all read that same page, even me and you

The eyes of age stare at a face
As we forget each kiss but recall every warming embrace
That face isn’t the one that once hid wanderlust
And now the eyes of age know who and who not to trust

Then to see what we’ve never seen before
And care not to see very much more
For flaccid is now what used to be a rock
And tightly pulled skin has surrendered to that old grandfather clock

There’s no getting around finding time and youth the same
Until time steals youth and only that damned clock is to blame
You’re just about ready to take your final  bow on life’s stage
As we all begin to see through the very eyes of age
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      I KNOW NOT OF THE LADY'S PLOT

This is for a lady I know not of
a lady whose face i've never seen
she has no idea what I think about love
for instance love can be easy or it can be mean

this lady who knows me not
wants to find out more about me
all she has to do is follow Satan's plot
and she'll discover that I will never be free

I received a missive from someone unknown
someone I wonder about since I read her note
I weep for a woman who seems all alone
and might have a mighty leak in her boat

she floats on the ocean among dark blue waves
being tossed and turned by the wind
this lady has no idea about the sins this man braves
and how un-righteously I have sinned
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      EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING

I hate everything
all the disappointments life can bring
i hate looking back to childhood
and all the friends i once thought were good

i hate everything on this earth
nothing to me has any value or worth
all i ever hear are excuses and lies
and nothing horrid is ever a surprise

guess what, they give and then they take away
and i can't believe anything anyone has to say
they tell me sequins are a diamond ring
and that's why i hate everything

the only thing that will end my tears
is the cometh of my unbearable years
i used to take comfort when i heard a church choir sing
but now i simply hate everything
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OKAY I ADMIT IT I RAPED MY GRANDMA

    A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss

I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings 
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame

I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one

I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire

You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown 
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
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           GOD’S THUMB IS ALSO HIS MIDDLE FINGER

I suffer the daytime’s delirium
And vie with midnight’s madness
I suffer daylight’s retribution
And at dawn or in the dark I suffer stark sadness

This, right here, is my entire world
A room or rather a self-assigned cell
While waving a white flag too long unfurled
a banner to signify that I’m ready to be consigned unto hell

I am alone and aligned with loneliness too real
There ain’t no soul can reach me wherein I now exist
I have no business dealings to complete or to begin
While I live under God’s mighty thumb and Satan’s feisty fist

This, right here, is my entire universe
A planet of impatience and pertinent pain
I live under duress and a demon’s curse
While daylight giggles at my Lord’s daily disdain
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LINK-EN AND NEAR-OHS ADVICE

        LINCOLN AND NERO’S ADVICE

Okay kid, don’t listen to my advice
Just do what you’re going to do
But I can describe the desperation and price
And you’d have to twist the world for my words to be untrue

I remember being in the same exact position
He asked and I responded “yes, and the sooner the better”
It was made to sound like such a perfect proposition
Even when spelled out letter by letter

He swore it would float me to a land of love and lilacs grown
While the kid was envisioning a pristine prairie pure 
He won’t charge you because no junkie wants to go down alone
He won’t charge you until he’s got you hooked with no viable cure

The man believed he had the kid in the palm of his hand
But for me I felt like Napoleon or Nero
The kid heard me and he said “no” then walked away to freedom’s land
And when the kid turned down the dope I felt like some kind of hero
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Left For Dead

They thought she was a loser
and they laughed at all her pain.
They chose to just ignore her
when she started to complain.

They took her so deep under
that she wondered if she'd live.
Then she heard a voice inside her
say she had so much to give.

They did just what they wanted.
They could hurt her everyday.
They could say she'll never make it
but she knew she'd break away.

They left her how they liked her
as she curled up in a ball.
Of course she couldn't stand up, 
she was so very small.

The one thing that they gave her
was her faith she had in prayer.
That's all she ever needed
to begin her life out there.

They didn't know the favor
they had done for her instead.
They made her a survivor
when they left her there for dead.


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     AN EVIL EVENTUALITY

One night I met an evil eyed woman
Her stare made me think she could care
She saw me coming with her evil eyes
While my eyes of blue saw beauty so rare

Her gaze was able to amaze me
And force me on a course I didn’t know was errant
Evil stared at me with unblinking eyes
But my blue eyes were blind to her disguise
Masked in mystery misery became mine
A sign of what I chose to ignore

Each time she came into view I felt brand new
And was born again to love a lamentable lady
One who would stare at me with unblinking eyes
And disguise what I would come to despise
Hidden by hair of silken heaven
And lovely lashes that became gashes on my soul
Her goal was unbeknownst to me
When evil was evaluated by an evaporated eventuality
And a casualty of casual conversation
As I gazed into eyes that amazed me
And dazed me with delinquent delusions
Illusions of elusive adoration
And the creation of a woman with evil eyes 
With an eye on why I was so blind to an unkind lady
With a mind that mastered the maudlin
And could convince me to shed my better judgment
In favor of a future that was only a fantasy
And a destiny that the deleterious defies
Just to be seen by a woman with evil eyes

It was a time of torment and torture
Devised by a woman no man could ignore
I would come to realize she had evil eyes
When I watched her disappear forevermore
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AN ACOUSTIC ACQUAINTANCE

The ladies voice was an acoustic shadow
Her shoulders dainty, waist femininely narrow
I perceived her voice clearer from far away
But up close I heard faintly what she would say

Her passion was a murmur, her lust a whisper
As her fingers fickle my face and tickled each whisker
Under the shade of her secrets sat there my heart
And each new revelation gave me a start

When her lips neared my ears deafened they became
So entombed were my eyes at what a riddle would claim
But from far away my ears heard her too well
Words that echo still as on a misty morning does a bell

Foggy were her thoughts, but words as weapons unfurled
And I was ruined and doomed to a shamed and shadowy world
In that world there are no flowers, no squirrels or blessed birds
Only the acoustic shadow of her clandestine words
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    SNAKES DON'T BELONG THERE

She told me to walk through flames
the lady who claims to go by many names
she told me she can do almost anything well
especially sending men to hell

she claimed to be able to rule over men
and instead of ink there's poison in her pen
when she makes a man cry there becomes a flood
and perhaps instead of poison in her pen there is blood

she'll teach you to dance with grace
as you marvel at the beauty of her face
the dance she'll teach you is called “how to obey”
and then she'll teach you how to pay

the fee won't be in cash or coin
she has a club and your weeping eyes are the only way to  join
she and I once made a wondrous pair
but now I call her Medusa with snakes instead of hair
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RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES

  RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored)

I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages
Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages
But they don’t hear their words all they do is to look
And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book

Theses sages stand on the street spouting words the foolish don’t hear
I know their all idiots because all they do is stand there and glare
But rather than adhere to what these sages have to say
They stay for three minutes and then take their away

These geniuses and sages have somehow found a clue
And all they want to do is share it with both me and you
I see, I observe, then I weep from what I hear
Because those morons walk away from sages whose wisdom is made clear

Yet I see these phools pass by and stop for a while
But they refuse to learn from them and I find that vile
They emote words they hear yet do not understand
Such as there ain’t a soul who sees a man in danger but won’t lend a helping hand
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IS THERE A CORONER ON THE CORNER?

Life would be more temperate were it not taunted so by temptation
On every corner and on every god-forsaken street
For a weakened man such as me temptation never comes to a cessation
And believe me brother, I’ve been broken, battered and beat

I’ve taken my licks while simply trying to get some kicks
Find the thrill of stillness and temporary but tempting relief
I’m like a flame burning in the middle of a candle’s wick
Burning toward both ends with a soothing flame all too brief

My parents should have made temptation my middle name
Since I’m tormented by chasing that short but soothing flame
My lack of will power and detrimental desire are both to blame
And since that first shot in the arm temptation is torment I cannot tame

Living wouldn’t be such a chore had I some self-control
And life would be easier were my heart not so hardened by craving
A lack of restraint makes me no saint since sin has stolen my soul
And believe my bleak brothers, my sordid soul ain’t worth saving
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                cruciFRIED

what would He have done in the face of such a situation?
what if one who betrayed Him gave him false information?
what if a crown had never been placed upon His head?
all i know is He would never have wished anyone dead

what would He have done if He was slapped in the face,
He would turn the other cheek before a loving embrace?
what would He have done had they stolen his gold?
He probably would have prayed that they profited from that which they sold

What if He hadn't listened to his Father's worthy word?
and what if He hadn't had a family to follow what they had heard?
perhaps He could have been a good shepherd leading his flock alone
and would have warned us all about throwing the first stone

what if He didn't enjoy living in a house made of glass
and everyone saw everything this man would make come to pass
what if He was able to do to everyone what He did when Lazarus died?
perhaps His only alternative was to do His Father's will and be cruelly crucified
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FREE CEE no freedom found for fouls this is truly worth reading

           NO FREEDOM FOUND FOR  FOOLS

The three of us knew what we were doing
We also knew what we were doing was wrong
What we didn’t know was that trouble was brewing
But numbers made us all feel strong

We came and went within a wisp of woefulness
And had been sent by the satanic, manic and the panic stricken
Struck by bad luck and misbegotten memories
Locked in by a breeze beleaguered by torturous torment
Three thugs who dug their own graves
Holed up in canyons and caves
And laying in wait for the wails of wayward children
Friends foolish enough to follow us into the hollowness of haughtiness
We were earning little, learning little and yearning for a lot
Predicted to win
Addicted to sin
Afflicted by gin
Dope was our dogma
Pills were our pillar
Confusion became our killer
Selfishness our savior
Manifested by a maniacal master
Propaganda was our pastor
And a beast became our priest
Madness was our minister
Soiled by the sinister
Our keeper was the grim reaper
Death was our declaration of dependence
The irrational was irrigated by the ill-fated
Harangued by those we hated
Berated by those we deemed deplorable bastards
And led by those we loved
But missions too often lead to a  mistaken belief
And brethren lives become all too brief
Heathens headed for hell
Minions of misery
Misled by misfortune
And a brotherhood of blood born from falsehoods
Apostles of an apocalypse
Disciples of destruction
An ordinance pain would ordain
An affiliation of the afflicted
A congregation of the conflicted
Violence was the venue for vindictiveness
Skewered by skepticism
And charismatic craziness
While being led by laziness
Convicted, constricted, restricted, and indicted by insanity
Devalued by vanity
Born to break the boundaries
And border on disorder
Endangered by strangers
Anointed by the anonymous
Bested and molested by the malevolent
While we vied with the violent
Bitter to the glitter of glamor
Enamored by the enormity of envy
And envious of the energy we lacked
Struggling with stagnation
And empty of empathy
Three who fled from mediocrity
Only to be hated for our hypocrisy
Three including me
Who believed we could be free
But found that only fools can flee and find freedom by the formation of insignificant information

We three knew not to where we were headed
With no crystal ball or tarot cards to read
Declared as devious devils and the dreaded
While dying inside from every deleterious deed
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     I RECKON I DESPISE WHEN I COME SECOND

You have no idea how much it hurts when insult comes to beckon
and I realize that no matter what my wish comes second
there's always a pillar of doubt standing in the way of my devotion
and you are playing with a man with a raw emotion

I ask you to do something but something comes first
and nothing I can think of can feel any worse
knowing that someone comes before me
and it happens repeatedly

I don't ask much, at least that's my belief
and the way you treat me brings nothing but grief
when you need something done I drop everything in favor of you
and i'm tired of the selfish things you do

I could be anxious to have you listen to me
but someone else has you do something benevolently
forget the notion that you should consider my need before all involved
and this is a problem that may never be solved

you can't imagine how badly it makes me feel
when you say “don't worry, it's no big deal”
well to me it's major and I'm tired of being shoved aside
it's a notion this storm of a man can no longer abide
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Brand new life

Brand new life

Life it can be sad or sweet
The secret lies in you
If in every day you meet
Each moment as brand new

Then you will your life transform
Your mind it will be still
A brand new you, it will be born
How wonderful you’ll feel

Take a look so deep within
You’ll find the secret there
For just beneath the ugly din
You’re free from every care

Then joy will take on over you
You’ll bubble deep within
And everything will feel brand new
Let the melody begin

Forget the future and the past
For these just phantoms be
Then you shall have a brand new life
Brim filled with mystery

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   A BALLOON FALLS TOO SOON

The same way a balloon eventually deflates
the way it falls fleetingly to the floor
the same way some items arrive in damaged crates
that's the way a lover sometimes decides to walk out the door

one day a balloon is flying high into the sky
the way it dances amidst clandestine clouds or the sun
that's the way a lover sometimes is forced to say goodbye
and has to admit that what was meant to be is finally done

when one lover takes that balloon and punctures it with a hole
and the air escapes with determined arrogance and hate
that's the way escape becomes one lover's ultimate goal
and the other learns the meaning of the word “ingrate”

it starts with ingratiation
Then somehow the other one becomes a prestidigitator
It begins with respect and adoration
then ends with dirty words not too much later

just like a balloon the air runs out and what once floated falls to the ground
but I suppose that's what happens when one's ego goes out of control
so the balloon can no longer seek freedom found
and one of them is responsible for puncturing the hole
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   A CUPOLA TRAVELERS

Keep pushing baby because once in a while I need a good shove
a kick in the ass to get me to where I need to go
keep pushing baby because one day i'll run out of love
but these are things i'm sure you already know

while we're riding the rails let the train keep glued to the tracks
but keep pushing baby until the rails rust and the cupola loses it's view
keep pushing baby until we split up our backpacks
and i'll go my way while you can do whatever it is you want to do

I can't figure out what station you want to get off at
I can't understand where you want this train to end
keep pushing baby because I too can play tit for tat
so keep pushing honey because only the conductor knows what lies 'round the bend

keep pushing me honey and one day your bed will no longer be my home
and i'll have found a new place below or above
keep pushing me honey and you'll force this troubled transient to roam
so keep pushing me baby with one unforgettable shove
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FREE CEE brave does not equal a grave

   I'M TIRED OF YOU ALWAYS BEING TIRED

You say my words are ugly because I drink too much
well listen little lady, if you've got a question i've got an answer
you may know how to feel but you don't how to touch
and you are the only thing that hurts almost as much as my cancer

you don't give a sh*t how many hours a day I stay in pain
you just want what you want and when you want it done
you treat me with nothing but contempt and disdain
and you are more heartless then anyone

I am now surrendering to whatever fate has to say
wherever providence leads me that's where i'm going to go
whether it tells me to run or hide away
i'll do what it tells me and go with the flow

wherever the river's current takes me i'll be prepared
wherever the ocean tide takes me i'll rides the waves
maybe you and I were never meant to be paired
because you don't act the way a true lover behaves

my blood runs and spills onto the floor
but that doesn't mean anything to someone like you
a woman unlike any i've ever met before
and quite frankly i'm tired of guessing what you're going to do

I have you on no leash yet you bark and you bite
I try to do things you'll appreciate
but your love of money over me just ain't right
and that's why i'm prepared to follow my fate

I can't get the help I need from you without begging on my knee
if I need an aspirin first I have to act like your slave 
it's as if your objective is to rid yourself of me
and I ain't going to allow no woman to drive me to my grave
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     A PAIN CLOUD ON HORROR’S HORIZON

I’ve tilled the tired soil on which a torn man toils
I’ve tread the fettered flag on which an aspiring asp coils
I’ve stared into the face of ghosts, goblins and gargoyles
I’ve eaten slop from troughs of rot that time finally spoils
I’ve sworn on The Bible the sordidness of sin sometimes soils
I’ve done all this but done it all in vain
And I’ve suffered rain that stains the Painted Desert while traveling on in pain

I’ve re-read the sad ending to the same tale a hundred thousand times
I’ve heard the meaning in the meter to a million too many rhymes
I’ve lived the life of a maniacal man and the malice of his countless crimes
I’ve seen sodden sorrow in the silence of a well-trained troupe of mimes
And I’ve been stranded at the apex of a mountain only a fool so foolishly climbs

I’ve been blessed by the best and suffered at the hands of the worst of times
And yet the tale gets no less sorrowful after it’s been rehearsed a hundred thousand times
The soil I’ve tilled is no less arid even after a biblical flood
And I’ve irrigated this field with both my sweat and my body’s blood
I’ve never been vindicated and vilified by violence and sadly it’s all been done in vain
And to a sinner such as myself the Painted Desert’s dryness just means further pain

So if you are like me do not expect vindication from a sanctified and sanctioned rain
Because in the end the frustration of fruitlessness by fallowness is made perfectly plain
Alas, both my field and the desert will never grant nor grow any life sustaining grain
Yet I will trod further upon the soil in vehement vain and through rampaging and rampant rain
But take note that I will be doing it as I suffer the wrath of patently persistent pain 
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   STAGNANT STUPIDITY

Stay stagnant right where you are now
because as for loving a man truly I truly 
    don't think you know how
I once thought we could get through anything that came
    our way
now I don't believe in a god damned word you say

stay stagnated in one single place
but remember when you do, if you care, you lose
  my loving embrace
because there is no doubt in my mind you know how 
  extreme my love for you is and will always be
but as they say “there are none so blind as he who will not 
  see”

there is one thing I know and that is you will remain blind
but one day you are going to turn around and find out
  what you left behind
because all I want is to live an ordinary life with a woman
  I am willing to do anything for
but in order for me to do that I have to walk permanently 
  out this front door

so stay where you are and die remembering you once had
  a chance
the  ways and means to do a never ending slow and romantic
   dance
but i'm tired of wanting to dance and there's one thing this
   foolish man knows
and that is lately when we dance you keep stepping on my
   toes

you have no clue how much I will miss you but i've had 
   quite enough
enough of your orders, inconsistencies and insincere 
  statements and this is no bluff
i'm going to leave behind the one person who can be my
  rock

but I refuse to remain here just another one of Satan's f*cked
  up flock
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Cheating Death

Grated darkness
Bleeding night
Serrated sanity
Shredding sight
Clenched teeth
Gnawing time
Festering fate
Widowed crime
Whispering walls
Squeezing shame 
Callous hands 
Chiseled name
Seeping shadow
Creaking door
Perfumed epitaph
Married whore
Seething scowl
Backyard breath
Shoveled plot
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FREE CEE give the man alone a loan

   

     GIVE THE MAN ALONE A LOAN

In all regards I am in arrears
For all but tears
In all regards I am bankrupt
Incorrigible and corrupt

I am incredibly insolvent
And I avoid involvement
I am oftentimes a brute
And undeniably destitute

This is the way I’ve lived for years
In arrears
Corruption corrodes my credit and more
And I am patently poor

I have no assets
And only losing bets
I have no skill
With only time to kill

I never qualify for a loan
And no one throws me a bone
For me the sky never clears
Since I am in all ways always in arrears
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    BECAUSE OF CLAWS

The lady was flawless
I, however, am lawless
A confessed king of fools
Best at breaking the rules

I am best at harming myself
I told her “charming art thyself”
In her I found no imperfection
Until I suffered her rejection

I am unbelievably unruly
And I suffered her farewell unduly
Her beauty was disparate than her speech
I was desperate for a soul I could not reach

Between the line of being law abiding and anarchy I cross the border
With me it’s a circumstance of law and disorder
Because for unblemished beauty I finally followed the law
And her farewell was definitively the very last straw

Her perfection was the straw that broke this mammal’s back
And now it’s her loveliness this lover came to lack
So now I’ll go back to breaking a legion of laws
Because the lady left me with scars created by her figurative claws
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                         IDYLLIC IRONY

Under a streetlamp with rain ramming down
That’s where you and I huddled together
We both prayed the pinkish petunias wouldn’t drown
While you and I didn’t fear the foul weather

Love would protect us from lightening and thunder’s roar
Each others loving gaze our saving grace
No two people ever loved each other more
As we stood craving each others embrace

The streetlamp’s reflection danced upon a puddle
And each raindrop was followed by a lingering kiss
The only matter was how close we two could huddle
And the closer we got the closer we both got to bliss

I remember that night with sweetness on my tongue
As your nectar still lingers on lips that are now all alone
You decimated the dreams to which I once clung
And the most idyllic love affair I’ve ever known
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   THE REASONS I HATE SOME SEASONS

Surrender your soul to the seasons
give your heart to the spring
surrender your soul for so many reasons
flowers to come and some to bring

retreat from the seasons and let them rule
let winter roar like the lion it can be
everyone knows the winter can be cruel
but no one knows better than me

I surrender my soul each time theirs ice
and snow piles up except on the subway grating
i'm just standing on the corner trying to discern the price
watching for the man, watching and for too long waiting

surrender to the seasons your sacred soul
because the winter's too cold and the summer's too hot
now you have a brand new and illicit goal
since you surrendered to that very first shot
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FREE CEE the midnight moon midst memories of misery

in the small moments of a sleepless night
not even midnight seems contrite
the clock's contrition for me is denied
when a new day is  birthed yet sleep is defied

the clock speaks too loudly for sleep to come
as i consult a jigger of rum for a source to become numb
drink after drink leads me not unto sleep
and alas the reason is a secret for the moon to keep

the silence of nighttime is shattered by my heart
quitude that makes my dreams duly depart
rum number seven helps me not at all
and for me sleep never comes to call

the moon's secrets are never revealed
while a hole in my heart is never healed
as i lay awake in a cocoon of quilt
and much like the moon i have a secret called guilt

tiny numbers on the clock appear bedside
while sleeplessness is my midnight guide
the cock crows in my ears too early at dawn
as sunshine soaks the greenery of my front lawn

and so i arise to fight and face another damnable day
when the moon, by daylight, has been stolen away
although the sun screams brightly my world seems ever grey
whilst all i have to blame is yesterday
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          VEHEMENT VELVET FROM VIENNA

velvet moments are the words she scribes with eloquence and elocution
she writes words with alliteration, laughter, tears and absolution
i read her words daily and realize that true love is not kisses or embraces
it is the ability for one person to transcend another 's trouble one too often faces

i read this lady's words that lift my spirit as clouds send lightening to one another
instand of to the ground they spark the darkness with lightness no twilight can smother
velvet are her words as soft as any fleece that has adorned the sheep as Christ owned and was their guide
and all the sins and transgressions my soul has been forced to abide

sit and read her with softness caressing your eyes and ye shall be relieved
for she writes words without causing the reader to doubt or be deceived
one need only read between the lines as i did Christ's words written by sages
and then thou shalt understand the talent only holy baptism gauges

she writes of darkness that leads one to the light unto their feet
she will keep you warm when it gets cold or allow you to suffer August's heat
this lady is a quilt who quiets and quells the disturbance only nine to five is able to dish out
and at the same time wash away any disturbances and or doubt

i read this lady to guide me through another day of turbulent transgressions
and envision pictures and portraits that embed in me lasting impressions
she is the foundation of which many of my words and beliefs are thusly built
so take the time to read the wisdom, words and quietude of a velvet quilt

 written for an anonymous lady whom i wish didn't feel the need to remain
                              anonymous
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    VIE SHE COULD BE IN VIENNA

When a stranger calls through the mystery of tomorrow
and swears an allegence to hold your hand
when a stranger says they'd shed blood to silence your sorrow
when a stranger whispers in a fluent way that they understand

when a strangers says “i know just what you mean”
though you know not who thou art
when a strangers takes rust and mold and makes it pristine
when a stranger plays a stranger's role and part

when a stranger somehow let's you know they are there
although you know not whether the “there” they mean exists
when a stranger takes hold of your soul and makes things clear
when a stranger's comfort and encouragement persists

when a stranger leads you to a land of perfect strangers
each and all of whom you do not know
then you'll underStand that stranger came to protect you from danger
with the ripest fruit and a mustard seed to grow
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                 WEAK WEEK BY WEEK

He's a weak man, my son
his will is nil
he's always on the run
and sprinting from pill to pill

my son he's got problems galore
one step ahead and two back
he has woes and each morning brings him more
and the list is a litany of everything he's come to lack

he lacks the ways and means to say no
even if it's something he knows is counter-productive
every evening he wonders where he should go
because he's chasing something strong and seductive

his objective is a powder that provides him peace
because, son, he's not comfortable being him you see
that man is me and I hope someday my quest will cease
and my beloved son, I hope you don't end up like me      
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         *******HE SHUTTER

I really must commend you
on how well you command me
“do this,” says you and I do as you say
you can command me to stay or to run away

it's all up to you as to what will be
the decisions are never made by me
where we will go and what we will do
I just get my commandments from you

when to wake up and when to go to sleep
when to milk the cow and when to sheer the sheep
it's all a matter of what you think should be done
you are the commander of a lonely one

plant the flowers, paint the shutter
make the cheese and *******he butter
well i'm turning the tables and now i'm in command
and baby there are a few directives you'd better understand

number one directive is to leave me alone
if I need your advice i'll telephone
now I need you to come over and mow the grass
and my last order is to shove something sharp up your a*s
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FREE CEE bows from a beau

      APETEEN SEVENTY NINE

I don't care if it doesn't matter to you
but it means a whole fuc**ng lot to me
you want to treat old black Jim as if he's a gorilla in a zoo
while I want to set the human being free

his grandfather spent years picking cotton in the field-
for a pittance as payment and a beating if he was late-
his grandfather ended up with scars that never healed-
and they aren't from a whip but rather from hate-

that cotton went to make debutantes look pretty on New Year's eve
with crinoline, ribbons and a tall dark and handsome beau
while Jim's grandpa was freezing in a cabin he was never allowed to leave
and the same went for Jim's black buddies Bill, John and Joe

they worked their fingers to the bone for payment in bread and a bit of rum
while Debbie the debutante looked lovely in her pink and purple gown
Jim, Bill, John and Joe tilled the soil all day long while crawling for a crumb
and if either of the four defied the master they were kicked and knocked deletiously down

I know this all took place a life time ago
and that's the reason I have such hostility toward you
long gone are Debbie the debutante and her beau
but I will not allow you to keep old black Jim behind bars in a zoo
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  I REALIZED I WAS BEING BRUTALIZED

she beat on me, not my body but my mind
with lies, deception, akin to a pro
i loved her, and that was the bind
because i had no money and nowhere to go

every night she would pummel me
with words that were totally untrue
but i had no defense for i was a junkie
and that's the only thing she knew

so she took advantage of my fragility
she knew i'd put up with what she had to give
then she exploited my extreme frailty
because she knew it was a chore for a junkie simply to live

she brutalized me and enjoyed her insults and deeds
even though she professed to loving me
she would also get pleasure denying me what a junkie needs
so "stay with me or face the consequences" was her final decree
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BLIND, BEHIND AND UNKIND

Don’t tell me about Hell because I’ve been there and back
Don’t tell me about Heaven because I’ll never see it’s gates
Don’t tell me something is white when I know it’s black
And things won’t change until my misery abates

When this world changes it’s wicked ways
When the universe decides to change its mind
When everything I see are in shades of gray
Until then I’d rather be blind

Blind to the b*stards who do unspeakable things
Blind to the ones who don’t give a damn
Blind to what corruption and that which power brings
And government agencies are no longer a sham

I think about my grandson and pray for his tomorrow
I think about the world I’ll leave behind
I think about how he’ll wrestle with sorrow
And if anypeacefulness will be left for him to find

So please don’t waste your time telling me Heaven awaits
To me that’s bull**is a story, a tale told by lies
Don’t speak to me of angels because it’s now far too late
So I’ll just sit and wait until a sinner such as I finally dies
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okay I SIMPLY WATCHED as my father RAPED my girlfriend

     ERRANTLY ERRANT

There once be a pair
They met in a park
In the darkness of despair
And suddenly a spark

But an errant flame this would turn out to be
Alas, a lady’s lad and  a lovely lass to see
‘twas on a night two wouldst come to agree
Each wouldst agree to walk on hot rocks and shattered glass

Oh the sharpened shale of depth be its goal
Leaving their blood as a trail leading them nowhere
And oh the innocence and illicit  they agreed to bear
Yet neither made naked their better judgment nor fear

Each pair of eyes focused on a flickering lamp 
Two minds beset by a weakened shoulder and a "should or shouldn’t they?"
And there midst a misty eve so damnably damp
Was a nighttime which would earnestly earn its paltry pay

And so they rose to stroll somewhere both knew little of
by blindness and bastardized belittlement the two were spurred 
No, this kinship was not based on everlasting love
But rather both died of dope is the story I heard 
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                           DEER JOHN

We were surrounded
and astounded
everywhere was a gun
with no where to run

we were trapped
each of us felt strapped
shackled to a tree
all my compatriots and me

to the left were mountains and caves
to the right I saw the sea and its mighty waves
either way we were walking into inescapable death
each holding our own and holding our breath

suddenly we heard gunshot all around
as low as we could we hit the ground
our blood was surely soon to be shed
and this is what a deer must feel like right before he's dead
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The Dusk of Life

The Dusk of Life

Dusk is the time of life that darkness comes in minds to play.
Memories of yesteryear start knocking at heart’s door. 
Faith once challenged by youthful ways torments those who stray.
Hope recalls truths, childlike faith God loves forevermore.

The days of thickets and briers in life once seized its path.
And fantasies of perfect love failed to come to pass.
At times when evil contemplations eased boiling wrath,
Seething minds forgot Holy God and rolled downhill fast.

Evil tiptoed into souls that had lived righteously.
Sinful whirlwinds ripped their way and took life on a spin.
Victims too soon disengaged, lived sorrows frantically.
Souls roamed through the ills of life wearing a bitter grin. 

Then all around, the eyes could see wickedness relay.
Winding trails off righteous paths disguised as true love born.
The sinking sands pulled faithful hands through unholy days.
Tortured faithlessness grew; scorn was relentlessly worn.

Come now, dusk for it is time to recollect, repent.
Memories of yesteryear know errors of those days.
Light beyond forgotten roads reflects words by God sent.
Faith once challenged by one's youth at last derides the stray.

Sorrows for the errant ways are placed before the Lord. 
The Son of God sends down his love, now and evermore.
Perfections sought and choices changed thrive by Christ adored.
Forgiveness granted by the Lord brings man joy once more.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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FREE CEE sit stay roll over be good

            SIT- STAY- ROLL- OVER- BE GOOD

Stay stagnant right where you are now
because as for loving a man truly I truly 
    don't think you know how
I once thought we could get through anything that came
    our way
now I don't believe in a god damned word you say

stay stagnated in one single place
but remember when you do, if you care, you lose
  my loving embrace
because there is no doubt in my mind you know how 
  extreme my love for you is and will always be
but as they say “there are none so blind as he who will not 
  see”

there is one thing I know and that is you will remain blind
but one day you are going to turn around and regret that 
which you left behind
because all I want is to live an ordinary life with a woman
  I am willing to do anything for
but in order for me to do that I have to walk permanently 
  out this front door

so stay where you are and die remembering you once had
  a chance
the  ways and means to do a never ending slow and romantic
   dance
but i'm tired of wanting to dance and there's one thing this
   foolish man knows
and that is lately when we dance you keep stepping on my
   toes

you have no clue how much I will miss you but i've had 
   quite enough
enough of your orders, inconsistencies and insincere 
  statements and this is no bluff
i'm going to leave behind the one person who can be my
  rock

but I refuse to remain here just another one of your f*cked
  up flock
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You're Not Me

You don’t do what I would do
When it comes to many things.
You don’t see the way I see,
You don’t have my wings.

You stay cemented to the ground
When clearly you could fly…
And you don’t see the things you miss
When you don’t even try.

You don’t do what I would,
And you don’t have a clue -
That the things you miss do so much hurt.
It makes me sad for you.

I know that you are not me,
You don’t know the things I know.
You only see what’s in front of you,
Not things that aren’t shown.

Sometimes it’s what’s hidden.
It’s what just isn’t said.
It’s things that are conveyed inside,
Inside a persons head

It’s often written on their face,
Or etched across their heart.
Displayed in brilliant fashion,
That you‘ve broken them apart.

But to see what you are doing
When you forget to care,
You have to look much deeper
Than you would ever dare.

So I guess you’ll never really know
Unless you one day change…
Until you really think things through
You’ll always be the same.

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free cee pLEaSE fAke ME up

        PLEASE FAKE ME UP

Please wake me up when things still made sense
and the things you do no longer made me tense
wake me when i'd awake to a good morning my sweet
please wake me up three days before you and I came to meet

things were simpler then on those days gone by
when I still believed little children were able to fly
but now those kids are tethered to the ground
and their laughter isn't half as wondrous a sound

please wake me up three days from now
when i'll learn how sad life can be and you'll show me how
please awake me three days before my ice cream began to melt
and I'd forgotten how love and devotion really felt

please wake me up three years from years of sorrow and tears
and waking up next to a woman who dispensed frigidness and fear
please awake me three days before sadness filled my head
and four days from when I still couldn't wait to join you in bed
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FREE CEE charmed by a a childs cheek

CHARMED BY A CHILD’S CHEEK

You are every iridescent sky I’ve ever seen
You are every picnic upon a carpet of green
You are the laughter of each child I’ve ever heard
And you make my heart soar like every freedom’s bird

You are every Sunday with breakfast in bed
You are every squiggly squirrel I’ve ever fed
You are every butterfly that ever flew by
And you are every hello to everY goodbye

You are every daisy for a lover ever picked
You are every ice cream cone a child ever licked
You are every statue carved of marble and perfection
And you are every rippled lake’s lovely reflection

You are the blush on every child’s silken cheek
You are a youthful game of hide and go seek
You are where music is made out of magic
And you are why I am able to forget the tragic

You are the memories that always make me smile
You are the reason I am able to tread mile after mile
You are every wondrous offering Mother Nature has to give
And you, my sweet, are the sole and only reason I wish to live
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LISTEN TO C J BELL CAST A SPELL free cee


      
LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL

The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and so sublime
And of course her melody keeps perfect time

I watch her in awe as she wows a crowd
She’ll sing softly or belt a tune out loud
The woman will wail and set your heart afire
And when she’s done it’s another song you will desire

She’s desirous, delicate and quite demure
Yet and still when she’s done you’ll beg for more
“oh please, my sweet” you’ll beseech her to sing
Because she can sing, dance and do nearly everything

Her talent is ambient, her voice so sweet
And with every song she turns up the heat
I watch her wiggle as all other men do too
And with every performance I hear her talent accrue

So if you want the best forget all the rest
Sit back, relax and listen at beauty’s behest
Her voice will ease your sorrow and pain
And as I said, the chick can surely entertain
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FREE CEE happily never after












HAPPILY NEVER AFTER

I’m referring to an echo I used to harbor within my heart
Back when I believed you were the “happily” to my “ever after”
Because you were a beautiful beginning to my every affable start
However I do recall a certain sound that used to ricochet off the rafter

I can’t recall at all these days the sound that made me smile
Could it have been the coo of two doves in love as was I way back then?
No, because I only had one dove who never cooed and his name was Mr. Vile
Still I remember treasuring that long faded sound all the way back when

Alas it wasn’t the sound of a newborn baby begging for his bottle
It wasn’t that sound a puppy makes along with his final yawn of the night
Nor was it the roar of a hot rod screaming at full tilt and throttle
But I am nearly a hundred percent sure it was surely a sound of delight

Could it be the secret sound a snowflake makes when it lights upon a lover’s lashes?
Or the sound of my wails when you were no longer the “happily” to my “ever after”
Perhaps it was the sound when I’d snap your picture midst fantasy and flashes
Oh no, now I remember, it was the soothing sound of your lilting laughter
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free cee I WILL WAGER THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF YOU WHO FEEL THE SAME

   WHEN FOREVER BECOMES NEVER

I NEVER LOOKED HER EYE TO EYE
YET I FEEL HER HAND TOUCHING MINE
HER GOODBYE NEVER MADE ME CRY
BUT SHE STILL SENDS SHIVERS UP MY SPINE

WE NEVER DANCED LIKE TWO LOVERS DO
BUT I FEEL AS THOUGH I'M LEADING HER FEET
SHE NEVER MADE MY LIFE FEEL BRAND NEW
STILL WE WILL NEVER EVER COME TO MEET

WE NEVER RODE ON A FERRIS WHEEL
AS SHE TREMBLED IN MY ARMS
SHE NEVER MADE LOVE FEEL SO REAL
BUT EACH EVENING I ENVISION HER AMPLE CHARMS

WE NEVER WENT TO THE BEACH TO LAY UNDER THE SUN
AND I NEVER TOLD HER HOW WONDROUS SHE MADE ME FEEL
SHE NEVER MADE ME BELIEVE OUR LOVE WOULD NEVER DIE
BECAUSE I NEVER LOOKED HER EYE TO EYE
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Of Mice and Moles

Since moving to the country 
this fact has come to light,
maintaining our new home
gives us a battle to fight.

Newly graded and seeded lawn
quickly became uneven ground,
mole runs crisscrossed acres,
flowerbeds raided, bulbs gone.

Two hundred tulip bulbs  
along the fence last fall
produced not a single bloom,
little robbers ate them all.

We consulted local nurseries,
bought whatever they suggested.
Worked diligently all summer
but still were mole infested.

All remedies failed, until 
he answered a TV promotion. 
A sure-fire trap, with video,
guaranteed rodent extinction. 

"Wow, this really works," he said
"fifteen moles, I've zapped."
But moles must have internet,
mole runs detoured around traps.

Now he's using another method
flushes runs with a garden hose,
when the little sucker surfaces,
bashes him squarely on the nose.

Works well for my mighty hunter,
the toll is now twenty-two
but alas, a new battle arises,
cool weather brings someone new.

There's a mouse in the house
who's eluding every trap.
In spite of frantic searching, 
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free cee PLEASE FAKE ME UP

        PLEASE FAKE ME UP

Please wake me up when things still made sense
and the things you do no longer made me so tense
wake me when i'd awake to a “good morning my sweet”
please wake me up three days before you and I came to meet

things were simpler then on those days gone by
when I still believed little children were able to fly
but now those kids are tethered to the ground
and their laughter isn't half as wondrous a sound

please wake me up three days from now
before I learned how to frown and you taught me how
please awake me three days before my ice cream began to melt
and I'd forgotten how love and devotion really felt

please wake me up three years from years of sorrow and tears
and waking up next to a woman who dispensed frigidness and fear
please awake me three days before sadness filled my head
and four days from when I couldn't wait to join you in bed
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free cee IN THE MIDDLE OF NOTHING THERE IS NOTHING TO DO

       IN THE MIDDLE OF NOTHING THERE IS NOTHING TO DO

I had a great deal of ambition
but the phates prohibited most of it
It was an unfair prohibition
and when I threw a party Satan was the host of it

fire flared from his eyes of red
a mere stare at him would make you believe
in his mind he couldn't wait until you were deemed dead
and all the while all you wanted was for him to leave

I once had plans that could come to fruition
all my ducks were in a neatly lined row
in my arsenal were guns and a lot of ammunition
and I recall vowing to prevail is all I know

I set a chart and a course to an isle of peace
a place where madness and misery will cease
instead I ended up stranded in the middle of the blue
so now instead of ambition I have nothing to do
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FREE CEE excuse me but that is no excuse

i don't want a bell that rarely rings
i don't want a singer that seldom sings
i don't want a stream that forgets to flow
and i don't want a breeze that forgets to blow

i don't want to talk about what you want to talk about
i don't want to discuss a diatribe of doubt
i don't want to hear anything you have to say
and i don't want to hear a lie about why you went away

i don't want to sleep next to a god damned liar
i don't want to sleep next to naked desire
i don't want to recall what you want to recall
and i don't want to rehash your tale told so tall

do not tell me what you've told me ten times before
don't say why you made me walk out the door
please don't tell me another falsehood that lies between suspicion and a lie
and don't give me excuses i won't excuse you for and you know why

hush your mouth wherein your inexcusable explnations exist
lock those luscious lips that i once could not resist
i don't want to hear bells whose clappers are cracked and rusted
and i don't want to hear more lies from a woman i once trusted
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End of the Line

We thought we could make it together,
We thought it would work out just fine.
We thought that we could build a life together,
But baby, we just found the end of the line.

We built our home on love and affection,
The love we pledged until the end of time.
The baby was the living proof we needed,
But honey, we just found the end of the line.

And the end of the line is a thing
That we have to face up to.
I swear I just can't fake it anymore.
And loneliness is a way of life
And we'll live it--if we can,
I'll be the first by walking out the door.

Yeah, loneliness is a way of life
And we'll live it--if we can.
The Lord knows that we've lived it once before.


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LUSH RIMBAUGH

                   LUSH RIMBAUGH

JUST AS A REMIDNER ADMITTEDLY I DON’T HAVE MUCH CENTS
AS IN DOLLARS AND CENTS SPELLED WITH A “C”
THERE ARE TOO MANY  MEN SITING ON THE FENCE
I MEAN AS IN “THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME”

NOW I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT ELECRICITY OR OTHER EVERYDAY THINGS
I CAN  TELL  YOU THE DIFFFERENCE BETWEEN SNORING SNOW AND A RAPID AND VAPID RAIN
WHAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE IS THAT WHAT BONDS TWO TOGETHER IS A PAIR  OF GOLD RINGS
AND I CAN’T FIND MY WAY TO THE PAWN SHOP ON “RIVERSIDE” AND MAIN”

BUT MY HAT’S OFF TO MR.. MARCONI
NO WIRES, NO CABLES THAT BRINGS A VOICE TO ME
HOWEVER HE GAVE A HUGE VENUE FOR EVERY F*****G PHONY
AND IF ONLY THE INGENUITY OF A GENIUS HAD BEEN A CHOICE FOR ME

SO NOW WE HAVE A PILL POPPING DR. SHOPPING ICON TO HEAR
SPEWING OUT HIS RACIST REMARKS TO MILLIONS OF HIS FANS MAKES ME IRATE
MR. MARCONI’S SPIRIT JUST MAY BE WATCHING AMD SUMMONING THE FATHER OF FEAR 
SO NOW I HOPE I’VE BROUGHT YOU ALL UP TO DATE
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Garden of Evil

Lush and fully thick with riches
it's bounty ours to keep,
masking deep beneath fair cover
the things that make us weep.

The dew of envy on bitter leaves
pride to make us scoff,
prickly vines of jealously
thick muck and mire of sloth.

Poison sweetness of vengance
heady intoxicating lust,
frozen wastes of selfishness
to wander if we must.

Thickets of self absorption
bearing thorns of sharp remorse,
forever there to blindly roam
lost with no recourse.

Panicked by fear of powerful storms
whipping cold dark seas of hate,
the raging fires of constant wars
that seem never to abate.

Cloying shallow human senses
more than we can absorb,
succumbing to temptation
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HEY DO NOT SH-T THE MOOSENGER

                 
HEY DON’T *****THE MOOSENGER

A plethora of people are losing total control
Most notably politicians with world domination as their goal
There is water-boarding, illegal wire-tapping and consummate discord
While some senator seeks supremacy simply since they’re bored

There is irony in Iran and Iraq is a wreck
While Netanyahu holds Nairobi by the neck
Helsinki is sinking in Hell as Chicago goes to sh*t
While Berlin and Boston may both be blown away bit by bit

Troubled trees tremble in the Rain Forest even on their birthday
While men rape rivers and pollute ponds even on Earth Day
So this is America in millennium number two
Koreans are incorrigible and probably relish cat stew

Ahem, murderers are making mayhem in a manger of blood
As we live in unfettered fear of an earthquake, tornado or flood
The world’s gone awry while Obama never turns a blind eye
And today, needless to say, six or seven young soldiers in Iraq needlessly will die
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FREE CEE murmerings of murder





     MURMURINGS OF MURDER 

Helga’s was a house with no humor
And a room with a well known rumor
The house was built on a gush of guilt
And the room within hid a bloody quilt

People spoke of her house in a hush
And a rumor that made young girls blush
Hhelga's friend Hal had hands hardened by steel
Hardened hands that made horror real

Hal’s pals tried to reason with him
Including and most importantly, Tim
Tim told Hal to leave Hal’s gal alone
But Hal beat Helga body and bone

That house became hurtful and the rumor real
Yet no one knew how that made Helga feel
Trips to the doctor with black and blue bruises
But if she remained silent only she loses

Hal deserved to lose in a very big way
And then came that most horrible day
It was upon that quilt that Helga lay
When Hal killed Helga in the month of May

That house has been leveled by a wrecking ball
Erasing the day when death came to call
An empty lot is the reminder of a rumor
Whispers that remind others of a house with no humor

How do we process a young girl crying?
How do we accept a young girl dieing?
Well now Hal does those things extremely well
From the inside of Hal’s very small cell
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does bi-polar mean you live in the north and the south

         “I JUST WANT TO BE IN COMPLANCE” 

So you stroll up to your only connection and whisper, “yo, you straight?”
Which in an addicts parlance means “you got anything good or great?”
He shivers for the icy cold and I shake waiting for his answer
And I’ll tell you, instead of being an addict I’d rather have cancer

“Yeah man but,” and it’s his but that hurtfully hits you
Because it’s always something thoroughly untrue
“Yeah, this stuff is as good as good ever gets”
Well were I a betting man I wouldn’t take any bets

“listen,” said the man with relief in his hand
And he knows that what’s going on I understand
He goes on “my usual connection charged me a little more green”
While standing there in the shadows looking at a an actor in a screwed  up scene 

But his “ but”  makes you feel as if you just watched your old dog die
So I’ll give  you three guesses to tell me my reply 
Yeah, right, he had to raise the price due to inflation
No, he simply  mistook stupidity for desperation

He knows I didn’t cop yesterday enough to last for today
And he knows all about the demons I wish would pass away
So instead of my usual twelve I only get eight
And no, there ain’t no manufacturer’s rebate

Imagine you’re a slave to something so strong it cannot be cut
It’s something that when you don’t have it can wrench your gut
While he and I both know who obeys whose commands
So you’ve a habit, no dope, so wouldn’t you comply with  any of his demands?
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FREE CEE where the young waifs weep

please don't declare that i don't care
since my heart is filled with sheer despair
i hear a lot of things that make me cry
and they leave my throat arid and dry

all the mouths that mouth words of sorrow
and grant grievances unto the torment of tomorrow
the children, the poor and pitiful little ones
tormented by threatening and roaring metal guns

war is their awakening, battles their threat
fear the forceful fright they fret
the Red Cross has double crossed them all
now that bloodshed and death has come to call

they live in a jungle or a desert dry like my throat
and each night that ends on a laser aimed note
so please don't declare that i don't care
because i weep for lives that aren't the least bit fair
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           SITTING ALONE ON DEADWOOD AIN'T GOOD

Although I wanted her to stay I needed her to do what made her feel best
and so she left me here recalling what it felt like to lay upon her chest
I was setting her free even though I wanted to keep her in a cage
and now i'm sitting in one spot filled with grief and rage

So she left me sitting in a chair formed of a thousand year old deadwood
sitting all alone remembering the place where she and I once stood
we stood there starry eyed with plans we were sure would come true
but now here sit I lonely and for me that's nothing new

I was hoping she'd stay because she'd know I wanted her here
but she made her feelings more than perfectly clear
she knows that being alone for me is nothing but a bore
yet and still the lady chose to walk out alone straight out the door

one would think she'd know I didn't wanted her to go
but then again what the fu*k does a fool like me know
in her arms is where I feel I was born to belong
but she left with the sound of a sour symphony and a sordid song

we sometimes used to dance to a song unlike the one I just heard
as she strolled out the door aimlessly without a single word
earlier I had been telling her that I wasn't sure I could stay where I am now
i'd like to remain here but I know for sure I don't know how

I don't know a lot and I don't know anything for sure
I just know her actions and empty words are things impossible to endure
she knows I never want to let her out of my arms
but she takes advantage of the fact that I am entranced by her charms

I wanted her to stay but if she wanted to leave that's what I wanted for her to do
while I was hoping she'd rather stick to me like glue
but glue eventually dries up and things fall off the wall
just like the chair I sit upon made of ancient wood that finally came to fall
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FREE CEE AND SO I WONDERED IF SHE WAS HOT FORTY YEARS AGO



AND SO I WONDERED IF SHE WAS HOT FORTY YEARS AGO

No seriously folks listen to this because it’s funny as hell
Some old lady yesterday said I look like a real rock star
Sh*t, I ain’t kidding, I heard her clear as my Aunt Fannie’s bell
Cuz if I am a rock star someone should tell her she’s spent forty years too long at the bar
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free cee THIS WAS WRITTEN posthumously

  




 


        A  LADY, A LIAR, A LOVE, A LIFE

All her life she had been someone else's someone
Her daddy, her husband and then her young son
A butterfly encased in a coffin of glass
Until a decidedly different destiny came to pass

Who was the man she lay next to in bed?
They shared nothing more than their sheets head to head
A stranger had become a lifetime’s one sweet chance
But chances taken are too often met with raves and rants 

Sometimes chances have a way of leading to lamentable choices
And even loved ones have vehement voices
They scream too loud when quiet is needed
And the sound of reason isn’t always heeded

Fantasies can often be fed by the fire of desire
And a lady’s life can be led as a liar
Someone who vows forever in exchange for naked flesh
But more often than not reality and dreams don’t mesh

Everyone needs some time spent on their own
But not when that person is afraid of being alone 
She had always been a daughter, a mother, a wife
And that led to the lovely lady running my life
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free cee EYES CRIED AWAKE

   EYES CRIED AWAKE

I had a dream that I met a lady who I once upon a night had dreamed of

Back when I still dreamed of landing in love

In the dream I was me and she was the she who knew I was immaculately in love with she
And likewise she with me
At dream’s begin ‘twas magic meant
With sundry and sultry signals sent
Voluptuous vitality vexed me well
And oh my heart so beat to swell

In the dream there were gifts she gave with grace and glee aglow
And all the secrets sensed by she I no longer had need to stow

Months and years passed by so fast
And yet her beauty still left I so quite aghast
But sometimes the sweetest wine, by time, is aged too long and sour turns the grape
While time by torment is meant to do more than rape
And fades the fascination
When darkens the delight of sensual satisfaction
And dead is all the wonder delight once came to deem
And I, in an encapsulating bed, voice to thank an angel that it was but a dream
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Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

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GOOD OLD ABE, SOLUMN SOL AND YOU TOO

           GOOD OLD ABE, SOLUMN SOL AND YOU TOO

If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother,  it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven with 56,000 bucks and St. Peter looks at you in scorn
“Sorry sir, but The minimum cover charge here is the life of your first born”

If there were something difficult to do to become Heaven bound?
And you must decide soon before you’re fodder for the ground
Would you sneak up on an old lady and strike her about the head?
Now keep in mind, this is the deal when destiny deems you dead

If the only way you could get into Heaven meant your pretty daughter’s death
Would you cast away your daughter’s life and give a stranger her breath?
What if the cost of Heaven turned out to be the life of your younger brother,
And after your brother bleeds out you must then slay thy mother?

God tempted Abraham on a mount with his son’s death in his hand
And Solomon, when he said he’d split the babe in half, no one could understand
So my brother, to Hell is where you are bound lest thee come up with an answer
“Yo Saint Pete, how about we get rid of the boss by gibing God colon cancer”
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FREE CEE a violent viaduct

    A VIOLENT VIADUCT

I search for the viaduct of my soul
woe the womb
a method of madness someone's goal
there you are
standing in silence
telling me to ignore the violence
blood, slime, and a gift representative of the brightness from above
more often then not a product wrought of lightness and love
I own no philosopher's stone
and ain't nothing but a stranger in this world all alone
you keep growing further away
and what's that you say?
that I am a coward for running away
my body rigid as the pylons where we used to meet
I am like a round rock that will not roll
as I search for the viaduct of my soul 
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free cee A TRAGICALLY BITTER KILL

                   A TRAGICALLY BITTER KILL

I swore on the soul of Nicole
But Nicole left a hole in my heart
It was my heart Nicole swiftly stole
And she swore we would never come to part

We were headed for forever together
Nicole and I were a perfect pair
But sometimes lovers hit stormy weather
And fate is too often unfair

Her eyes shimmered like the purest of gold
And her hair had the luster of a gem
Too often that stormy weather grows cold
As a flower wilts and bends on its stem

Destiny promised us forever and a day
But fate had a very bitter goal
Nicole died in a horriblyh tragic way
And that I swear on the soul of Nicole
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free cee CENTRAL DARK

       CENTRAL DARK

I used to walk those very same streets
Streets of sensuousness and sin
Those streets which once felt my feet
Those streets where my shoes once had been

The storefronts are new but the cement is the same
I saw pictures of it on my television screen
Those streets are in a city my heart used to claim
Those streets which both books and films often deem mean

I used to stroll those streets in the dark
Under moonlight I’d search for my next destination
One street led to a centrally located park
In a hamlet forged of fantasy and fascination

I used to walk those streets all alone
In search of someone with whom I could talk
My feet now stomp streets in a different state I bemoan
And only God knows how much I miss my New York
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free cee STEP BRIGHTLY

                                 STEP BRIGHTLY

There are like these steps
spiral steps that lead to somewhere
or nowhere
your destination isn't ever made clear

it's a climb you must endure
because there's only one cure
and a distasteful one is that
with a tip of the hat

you begin to walk up
whilst seeing a half empty or half full cup
steps that seem forever long
as you sing a sorrowful ballad and/or love song

sometimes the lyrics lilt in the air like smoke from a chimney top
or sometimes it's a raging rhythm that against your will commands you do the bunny hop
hop from step to step going up a spiral staircase that is getting you to no place
and all too oft it seems as if it were all an unseemly race

those who finish are finished for real
those who haven't finished yet are running out of fuel and zeal
yet we keep our feet lifting up and down
one step births a smile-another a frown

you may meet some meaningful characters along the way
“why hello, I love you,” the fellow travelers will say
but their just as anxious to see where this staircase leads
all recounting their wretched and selfish deeds

and so we keep on keeping on
while the anxiety is never gone
and suddenly we realize
that the righteous are ready to go beyond the clouds and the skies

but those whose deeds caused them to live in a world of burnt sienna brown
for them the steps lead deep and way down
due to the staircase they will never be free
poor perishable people precisely akin to me
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FREE CEE as red recedes

             AS PETALS FALL

Upon the soil a pile of petals
Fallen from the strains of time
Once a rose bush rooted well
To sanctify a love sublime

Petals fell from buds of red
As Autumn neared to summer’s end
No cold of winter’s breath yet felt
Yet no help could heaven lend

As petals fell buds bid adieu
Day by day did piles grow
Higher past each noon gone by
Petals feared a fretful snow

A rose remembered red once owned
My lover and I past in the hall
Silence proved its point quite well
While me and that plant both feared the fall

Sometimes love fades as a plant
‘Tis then when Autumn comes to call
Now sit I with senses dulled
No longer loved as petals fall
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FREE CEE let the bees be

   LET THE BEES BE

I was ordered to surrender
by someone who used to be so tender
and i've changed my face so many times before
while sheltered behind an iron door

I sat in a seat of deadened wood dried by the ages
and read a yellowed newspaper while turning pages
each page showed me shadows of yesterday
but none had much anymore of importance to say

I read of death and destruction
and more needless concrete construction
cows used to sleep where iron now rises
and heard of men in the shade of many disguises

and so she asked me to wave a white flag
but distance would be her only gag
so I would not hear her unpleasant pleas
and that's when I discovered that love can sting like a hive of a million yellow bees
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love lavender and lace FACE TO FACE free cee

         LAVENDER LOVE 

I want to turn myself inside out
To end any doubt
I want to rip my body apart
So you can see my heart

I want you to view what beats only for you
Sustaining me as the silkiness of a silky love grew
Enchantment eloquently electrified us two
As one could see the sparks of red and blue
 
It was a night to be stored in the good Lord’s file
For when a child or the elderly require a smile
Then God consults you on what kind of a grin
“the kind of joy as we watch the merry-go-round spin”

Just snapshots like that, photographs on a wall
You, who gave me your most treasured and all
You taught me with embraces of lace and lavender that which love is all about
But to prove the worthiness of my heart I will turn myself inside out
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free cee GOD CRAM IT

          GOD CRAM IT
There is nothing your god can conceive of
To explain my adoration and love
It can’t be your generosity or concern
Because this is what I’ve come to learn

I’ve learned that you couldn’t care less about what I need
And your whole life is constructed on a foundation of greed
Anything you want suddenly you can afford
While what I want and need is totally ignored

My love can’t be based on what you are willing to give
Because you say I use as an excuse the fact that I don't have long to live 
And you’ll never admit that you really wont' give a sh*t after I’ve died
and your beauty, by selfishness is belied

It cannot possibly be because you care
Because what you do to me is so unfair
It’s all about you and what you demand
And I’m so in love with you I follow every f*cking command

You are a horrid example of what love shouldn’t be
So it can’t be the reason you put up with me
There must me an agenda of which I’ll never be aware
Because you do so many things I cannot bear

You are a lesson in how to lessen one’s love and desire
While you have the nerve to name me the liar
I ask for the smallest of favors and your response is no’
So my reason for loving you is something even your god doesn’t know

All I know is that I love you and will until I die
Yet and still I’ll never know why
You do nothing to demonstrate your desire to please me
And there’s certainly nothing your god can do appease me

 I waste my money trying in earnest to prove how I feel
But nothing you say or do seems honest or real
I can’t understand why you even want us to be a pair
When you don’t even know the meaning of the word “share”
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FREE CEE i will bet he was a chubby hubby

I WILL BET HE WAS A CHUBBY HUBBY

I had many extraordinary expectations
Some of them out of the ordinary but none out of order
You had your own secret obligations
Such as a husband, son and a very young daughter

Whenever a wretched wind whips and blows
Whenever a chill wills me chapped, trapped and cold too
Whenever or wherever a loathsome weed grows
Whenever these things happen I’m reminded of you

I never knew about two children and a spouse
Oh yes I did but you swore the two of you were divorced
I did, however, once see your quaint sunny yellow house
But you swore you saw hubby only when frightfully forced

Well that wasn’t the case but I, with certainty, wish it was
So here sit I without a sliver of a silver dime
You lied because that’s what an unmitigated liar does
And instead of meeting you I’d rather have done a long stint of prison time
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THE REAGAN'S WAR ON BUGS

      THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN 
                                             MOTHER NATURE
I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork
Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk
Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled
And damn it, my coffee over-boiled

So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose
PORTENDING Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she’s the most beautiful bud that grows 
This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink
They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that’s what I think

Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread
Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead
Some were gregarious, some of them were shy
But I remember this one particular squirrel guy

He’d come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute
He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot
I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies
Where there WAs no sickness, illness nor disease

Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let’s them live
And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give 
Birds NO LONGER TO to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs
I’m telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs
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The Difference

Vacant cache 
Arid well 
Hollow cave 
Silent knell 

Stony flesh 
Scentless smell 
Frozen heart 
Fractured shell 


That was before... 

Lively laugh 
Refreshing dew 
Treasured time 
Vibrant hue 

Awakened sense 
Brightened view 
Love's aroma 
Found anew 
 

This is a re-post
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FREE CEE please stay planted for me

               PLEASE STAY PLANTED FOR ME

Oh lady of the sun please don't leave before the spring
the time when Mother Nature shows off what she can bring
mother nature said “flowers shouldn't be for sale”
as brown and dead removed their veil

they shed their masks of coldness and snow
so that the tulips and hydrangeas may grow
flowers shouldn't be for sale but just for show
that lovers may sit in the palette of a garden so please, my dear, don't go

it's almost time for a picnic by that lake
and if it be your will my heart is yours to take
should my voice be stilled and my legs become too weak for me
if I cannot command words let Mother Nature's pride speak for me

stay until the bluebirds return to your yard of grinning green
when the garden demands it the most scintillating scene you've ever seen
please don't leave me now at the springtime's request
when the roses bloom and the soil become their cradle and their nest
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T H E OBAMAS AND THE P A P A S

     	THE OBAMAS AND THE PAPAS

In this case I ain’t no liar
I know of whence I speak
Allow your children to walk into a fire
And all of you will be left spent and weak

Little Johnnie’s girlfriend had her some weed
And Johnnie wanted into her tight blue jeans
So although he knew it was a low down deed
When it comes to sex AND a teen drugs AIN’T a hill of beans

Yeah, so dig this all you phoolish papas and mamas
Don’t hide the truth and hope for the best
And I say that without any semi-colons or commas
With my own habit and sins TO WHICH I’ve confessed

So two years from today when Johnny  stumbles in and asks for some sort of food
Remind him of all the time you’ve watched his habit grow
And if you really want to put Johnnie in a very vile mood
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FREE CEE a bang for a bang

   A BANG FOR A BANG

I think this was silly upon due reflection
So maybe I’m sillier than anyone
A horny chick told me to bring some protection
So I brought along a loaded gun
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free cee NEVER MIND WHAT THE CHILDREN WEED

            NEVER MIND WHAT THE CHILREN WEED

She left them alone to do what they had to do
their ages were from twelve to two
she expected the eldest to keep things under control
but she had a desire deep in her heart and soul

she left them with cereal and milk for two and a half days
selfishness and demanding voices warned the lady of her wicked ways
but her ears would not hear and her heart would not feel
and I don't consider cereal and milk a meal

so she walked out the door and told them all to go to sleep
as she unknowingly buried a few graves six feet deep
she went out to party with crack and weed
and didn't care what her children might need

day turned into night and night once again into day
and for her that was too long to be away
but she couldn't surrender to a deeply disturbing desire
and when she finally came home she found her kids had died in a fire
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Achilles Abides

Watching mundane seconds tick away
Linked together they form passing years
This flimsy chain around my neck does not betray
Nor can my stinging eyes squeeze back the tears

Dreams begin to float out of my reach
Tormented by what makes me so distressed
Losing many of my hopes I feel besieged
Yet still reflecting on the way my life is blessed

The silence puzzles me and pierces with its thunder
The foundation bucks the shaking of its core
What God has joined together no man puts asunder
The waves are beating hard upon our shores

Weary eyes look towards damp clouds and search for light
Desperate to feel some warmth deep within my bones
Will its brilliant glow supplant the bluish night
Giving a sneak peek into the great unknown

Chasing those rainbows now seems like wasted time
The pot of gold was a seductive ruse of lead
Perhaps we were just lonely partners in crime
Caught up in reveries we thought surely lied ahead

Waiting for the stars to fall into my hands
To turn this to profound from the surreal
Nobody but the stars can understand
That I’ll fall victim to my poor Achilles heel


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free cee MARY MARY WHAT DOES YOUR GARDEN KNOW

  MARY MARY, WHAT DOES YOUR GARDEN KNOW?

I am in a quandary and I have but one query
I have a question that leaves me perplexed and left lasciviously leery
there is one fact I shall die never knowing
and quite frankly each day my question keeps growing

setting aside the main issue at hand
help me, please, to make me understand
I needn't know why you're here in the first place
that's your business and which I have no right to embrace

I see you smile sometimes when the sun shines from the east
but all too often when the sun is setting in the west I see the signs of a beast
when the day is done I see the frowns that have taken their toll
and I see the remnants of the smile which he stole

all the wondering and all the hows and whys
all the intuition I claim to have suddenly and fleetingly dies
I cannot figure out nor can I pretend to know
why you carry such a heavy burden in tow

ever since I saw your face i've been made to wonder why
why you keep saying hello when you should be saying “goodbye”
it's as if i'm at a funeral after someone close to me has died
as I ponder the question why you remain by his side
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FREE CEE THERE OUGHTA BE WATER

     READY TO ROAR

They were all thirsty, all praying for rain
each of them in their own unique kind of pain
they kept crossing lands looking for relief
adults and children alike all suffering their own unique kind of grief

the lion was always at the door
the tiger was always ready to roar
the puddles were polluted 
And none of the trees able to become deeply rooted

each morning they would lick the lilies for their dew
every evening their frustration like wicked weeds grew
how to feed the babies, how to satisfy the elder one
an entire village trying to beat the heat of the sun

their huts provided too little shade
as an entire town sat by sickly, lame and afraid
frightened for human beings being depleted of trust
their eyes covered by soot and mouths filled with dust

they were all thirsty with the will to survive
each and all trying to stay alive
every morning someone was found without a sign of breath
until the arid conditions killed everyone in the center of a town called “Death”
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FREE CEE some are unable to listen to abel




SOME ARE UNABLE TO LISTEN TO ABEL

One would have to be a dope 
to believe “where there’s life there is hope
that which I maintain was proved by Abel and Cain
and I say where there’s life there is pain

I tried to tell the woman I never came to touch
But she thought my beliefs were far too much
I tried to teach her to feel with her heart rather than her hand
But the pretty lady just couldn’t understand

The closest I got was when she said “maybe”
When I said to the lovely “listen to me baby
I felt her uneasiness from two feet away
And perhaps that is why she wouldn’t believe in what I had to say

All this man ever wanted was to edify the uneducated
And about all the hopes and dreams, that by life, are truncated
With life comes aches and discomfort difficult to endure
And where there is life there is too often never a cure

There is no treatment for a broken spirit and heart
Especially for those whose life is falling apart
Where there is life there is disease, depression and disdain
And if you don’t believe me read about Abel and Cain
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FREE CEE ----- nuclear haste

NUCLEAR HASTE

Forever is possible for those who believe
Some other’s forever, like her's, made this man grieve
Forever is a dream for those claimed certain
While for me forever is akin to a lead-lined curtain

She said “forever,” I heard the lady declare
Alas, for people like me forever is unceremoniously unfair
“forever” sometimes makes some people cry
Especially when one’s vow of forever is flaccid and a naked lie

I heard her vow “forever” but wish I had not
Because for lovers like myself forever is an unfair plot
My lover’s “forever” faded into a mist of mystery
Since for lovers such as me forever meant misery

She said “forever” but her forever offered an unfortunate fate
Until my forever became a forever filled with hate
Perhaps she voiced “forever” in a hurry and with haste
But as for me the only thing that is ever forever is nuclear waste
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FREE CEE dear you i aint got a clue

          DEAR YOU, I AIN'T GOT A CLUE

There's got to be someone to come along and do what needs to be done
the good Lord knows I certainly ain't the one
there's a lot of things I don't know
but I know it ain't me and it ain't even Joe

you know Joe, the one who hangs out screaming words that make too much sense
and so he goes around knocking over every white picket fence
he's angry because this world needs a hammer and some nails
or at least a new coat of paint if all else fails

so Joe and I have given up all of our hope
and both of us are busy trying to find a way to cope
we're attempting to do what seems impossible to do
and that is to help people who need help like me, Joe and you

there are babies crying because they are going unfed
there are elders who weren't cared for properly who are now unfortunately dead
lobbyists and slum lords are heartless at best
and the rest of us are all being put to a test

the test consists of discovering how much we can take
and how much heartache and misfortune the miscreants can make
while millionaires are unwilling to help those in need
the ones who bow at the unholy alter of greed

i'm almost certain there ain't a soul alive who can do anything to change a thing
while Joe and me just wait for the telephone to ring
we want someone to tell us they found someone to to what we need them to do
and we both ask, beg and inquire, could that someone be you?
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Into the Darkness

Into the darkness,
The heart craves,
The peace and warmth,
Into which it caves.

Coldness,
Feeling of  despair,
The heart hungers,
Someone to care.

Starving,
For affection,
The heart forgets,
Its' protection.

Into the darkness,
The last beat taken,
The heart breaks,
Its' love forsaken.


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RE-POST BY FREE CEE cruciFRIED

               cruciFRIED

what would He have done in the face of such a situation?
what if one who betrayed Him gave him false information?
what if a crown had never been placed upon His head?
all i know is He would never have wished anyone dead

what would He have done if He was slapped in the face,
He would turn the other cheek before a loving embrace?
what would He have done had they stolen his gold?
He probably would have prayed that they profited from that which they sold

What if He hadn't listened to his Father's worthy word?
and what if He hadn't had a family to follow what they had heard?
perhaps He could have been a good shepherd leading his flock alone
and would have warned us all about throwing the first stone

what if He didn't enjoy living in a house made of glass
and everyone saw everything this man would make come to pass
what if He was able to do to everyone what He did when Lazarus died?
perhaps His only alternative was to do His Father's will and be cruelly crucified
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FREE CEE take a left right

      TAKE A LEFT RIGHT?

You never listen to anything I say
and I told you not to go that way
but your curiosity got the better of you
and you found out what I had said was true

I advised you that i'd been in the very same place
and became trapped by the very same embrace
unable to escape the grasp of desire
but even ogres lose their grip and finally tire

so he had you where he wanted you
and to do whatever he demanded you do
fear took hold of your soul so forcefully you wished you were dead
and inside your head you remembered that which i'd said

fortunately the monster fell asleep for a while
and freedom tasted sweet as a smile
that monster is heroin and it's will will be done
unless, like yourself, you happen to be a lucky one
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         NO FUN DAY ONLY CRY DAY

I don’t have any Friday
Just another day to wish away
I don’t have any Sunday
Just another day to hold at bay

I don’t have a Friday anymore
No paycheck to signal another week to end
I don’t smile when Friday knocks on my door
Only the dastardly deeds of another day to defend

I don’t have any Sunday to rest
To sip on some sassafras tea peacefully
Just another day at sorrow’s behest
And for me to suffer ceaselessly

I don’t have any Sunday or Friday
No day to take a soothing breath
I don’t have a day to do things my way
Only another day to pray for death
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FREE CEE proof of and eighty proof goodbye

  PROOF OF AN 80 PROOF GOODBYE

I realize that you are the boss
well tonight was par for the mother fuc*ing course
you know your kisses send this man to the sky
But now you can kiss the me and the next day goodbye

you took me out of the darkness like a night without a moon
yet if you've been praying I leave the answer to your prayer is coming soon
I asked you a question quite frankly easy to answer me
so that's why your wish is going to come true and once again become free

tomorrow the iron bars will be open wide
because i've run out of place for my tears to hide
just like that this man will disappear
and thereby make the answer to your dreams become crystal clear

this was a night tailor made for a dream to end
because you made to many frayed edges to ever mend
I asked you for a favor but you said you needed to go to bed
so I was certain you'd just pull the blanket over your head

i've taken so much sh*t from you I can no longer cry
and this is an 80 proof night that proves it's time to say goodbye
but for as long as I can recall you've always been the boss
so what you did tonight was simply par for the course

I recall when we used to discuss the delight of tomorrow
now i'm with a woman bent on sequestering our dreams in a land of sorrow
as of now my relationship with you is one of retrograde remorse
because what you did tonight was par for the course

all you had to do was answer the question I posed
but just out of spite you kept your lips well closed
I and all our friends know that all you've made me do is cry
so that's why this is an 80 proof night perfect to say good bye
                             goodbye
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Afterlife

Just because
You cannot see
Doesn't mean
It cannot be

Are we destined
All to stay
Is there any
Other way

Is the struggle
All in vain
Does there come
One final pain

Is He watching
Is He there
Is there ever
Lasting air

Where is Heaven
Where is Hell
Should I march
The street and tell

Belay the deck
And hold mast tight
There is no sailing
There tonight

We may not go
Or so they say
But something made
Us all to stay

And every star
And all our might
There is no after
In my sight


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free cee THIS IS A POEM THEY WOULD HAVE BURNED IN BOSTON

THEY REALLY WOULDN'T HAVE BURNED IT BUT I WANTED YOUR ATTENTION:

      RED SKY AT WARNING

Every single night and morning
i'd give my lover the very same warning
but her ears were deafened by being enchanted
however mine was a caveat that could not be recanted

I told her the truth all about me
how it feels to be caged and so un-free
I warned the lady of my foibles and foes
and that trouble follows wherever this fellow goes

“my dear,” i'd say in a gentle way
but she didn't want to hear what I had to say
she just painted a picture of me in her mind
and it's a shame the lady wasn't born blind

because she never listened to or saw what was true
I told her how much I loved the lady and she loved me to
then one day I was on the bathroom floor shooting dope and rolling the dice
and finally the lady took this junkie's advice
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free cee OF THEE I STING

           OF THEE I STING

I hate the state I’ve been forced to live in
It chaps my lips and weathers my skin
Most days seem hot even when it’s not
Except when it feels cold even when it’s hot

This state has no banner or anthem to be sung
No flag on a day of recognition to be hung
It’s a state laid claim by nothingness and naught
A place for a pitiful man to be caught

There are no monuments built in recognition
No hallmarks to hail an ambiance of ambition
It has no capitol or even a main street
Just a town where loneliness and lunacy come to meet

This state makes a statement silence of tone
Where the sun bakes a body brittle to the bone
It’s a state where remorse rallies in recognition
Because I live in is a constant state of depression
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free cee I SAID TO BURN THOST MITTENS, NOT KITTENS

 I SAID BURN THOSE MITTENS, NOT KITTENS
  
So isn't it cute the way newborn kittens can't open their eyes
    eyes like the government has on all of us...................
pass a red light and they take a picture of you
and then you pay your due...it's all so invasive
while the high and mighty are so abrasive

so isn't it sweet watching a baby suckling at his mother breast
and this is all a test
while we're all gassed with a chemical that puts us under their spell
and this is also pre-k for hell

isn't it wondrous to see an eagle soar the cliffs and rise above the clouds
while we're all stuck in stagnant crowds
all clowns following the ringleader's beat
and there's a little kid in Iraq, because of a bastardy blast, who no longer has feet

isn't it beautiful to watch a rosebud turn into a rose in all it's gory
and it's always the same old story 
why did you do that Howard?
because I’m psychologically deranged and am a coward
so I raped 27 women but only killed 21
but now my worries are done
because I'm fulfilling the prophecy “an eye for an eye”
so now I must die

isn't it amazing to watch a jet plane with hundreds of people aboard and it just glides like that eagle...........
my friend had a dog who was a beagle. The beagles name was betty and his name was Barry so Barry out of nowhere killed his girlfriend Beulah for no reason.  Or the heroes fighting a war we don't belong in is filled with heroes who somehow become accused of treason.  But not before a young man is sent to Iran to guard the embassy and any harm....now he's home in Tiny town, U.S.A. Missing an arm

isn't it righteous when you see a righteous deed done for another and treating any man as his brother.  Yeah right, that might happen...one gives one dollar in the church basked so the other puts two to be double pious but screw everyone the rest of the week.  That's truly what these hypocrites do.   Does that sound like you?  Isn't it fascinating when there's a lunar eclipse and you can stand by your lover in awe.  But that may never happen again because of hatred, bloodshed and most of all WAR
     
Until someone presses that red button or releases a chemical in the air that travels around the earth and we all hear nothing but the sweet sparrow as he sings his last tweet
and all but one nation is beat

                                    those kittens sure are furry
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                   AT THE MIDNIGHT POWER

As a writer I seek sanctuary in every sentence, sentiment and syllable spoken
As a man I possess a soul bought, bastardized and broken
These are traits that rate reviews worthy of nothing much
With a psyche which summarily succumbed to sorrow and such

My soul has been purchased, purloined and perpetually deprived of pity
I’ve been slaving too long at a mill with the gregarious and the witty
As a writer I am compelled, compromised and have competed with complaints
As a man I am confused by and conscious of consistent and consternating constraints

Restraints such