Best Boz Poems
delight in the week
end-even with no plans much
comp dinner is fun
with friends not seen in
a bit meet in the middle
for some great tex mex
will have my usual
then cucumber martini
which defines delight
maybe get to see
wrenna wreena beaux benna
catch Boz on the phone
might not make my bed
on sunday would that make it
sinday? being real bad
bout to have pow wow
with my sugar baby man
begin the upward
spiral back to the
land of delight like days back
communication
We’re bait.
Bait for the beasts
Waiting to feast on the meat
To say the least
The world is stripped when they meet
So bathe
In social incest, along with decadence
And decay
Pray to your gods
Whichever they may be
Many are among us
We’re too blind to see
They look down from above
Or up from below
Taking back everything
You claimed as your own
“Faithful servants,
You serve your masters well.
But there is one above
(One above us all)
You will be at our disposal
Before we fall
To the fate of us all”
We screwed you all!
We screwed you all!
We sucked the purity out of this world
Ripped off the flesh
Left rotten to the core
A scent of death is all that’s left
When the world is betrayed
By Archangels and remains
---A Boneyard!---
..Now the beasts will commence on the great feast,
Living off the perversion and disease…
-Boz-
Trials of man since the days of old
On common ground treachery would unfold
Lives are sold
Lives are lost
For the price of gold
Or whatever the cost
But the cost is more than you can bear, for one
Because your soul will belong to the Rising Son
…I am everywhere...
In the earth, sea
And in the air
…I am everything...
In your mind, dreams
And your reality
Vindicator of all that is despised
Taking lives till his vengeance is satisfied
The path of one road
Will lead many to fall victim
To the wrath of a ghost
And no one will know
Exactly who, when or why
He comes for your soul
Eventually, in due time
When the fruit is ripe on the vine
He will reap the harvest to make his wine
There are many ways to be devoured
It matters not if you’re brave or a coward
Soon, it will be plain to see
To leave this earth, you pass through “He”
He who calls himself the Rising Son
Vindicator of all that is despised
Taking lives till his vengeance is satisfied
-Boz-
When someone gives me a penny for my thoughts
They end up putting their two cents in
Because by then they are actually caught
Deep in the intense, immense conversation
How would you handle my situation?
Better be firm when you stand tall
Or you will surely fall
(Too weak to defeat the devastation)
Look at you how
You’re lying on the ground
Feeling like a sissy now
(After your castration)
The road I tread is a hard walk with the dead
Full of potholes in the dark
And a smoke-ring as a halo on my head
If you think you can see like me
And you think you can suck up a long journey
Then live in my world and try to endure
A living hell on this wicked/beautiful earth
Maybe, just maybe
If you get lucky
You will eventually
See the wicked world through one eye
And a beautiful life through the other
At the same time
Side-by-side at the nasal line
And that I say is the only way
But why would anybody want to try
To live my life
Want to feel my pain?
How much you think you can take?
I couldn’t give it to you
Even if I wanted to
So don’t bother because you can’t relate
Don’t ever speak out against me in a debate
I will verbally leave you trashed
Probably crapping in your pants
Don’t get me going because once I get started
Missiles will be flowing in your ears and blowing
Down at the little man getting bombarded
A feeble mind now feeling retarded
-- And before you crap your pants, you farted –
My words will lobotomize
Synthesize a tone
That’s set to hypnotize
And place you in a zone
So prepare to set your bones on the grindstone
If you dare to go where I roam
Because in my world you’re a long way from home
-- Experience the terror, walk in these shoes alone –
Do battle with a deadly disease
Alone with no wife because she’s a cheat
Now you looking like a freak (so you think)
And you don’t sound normal whenever you speak
(You only have half a tongue and no damn teeth!)
You wear a hard scar for all to see
A hook of a mark that will now have to be
Accepted and respected and sported proudly
Expect to get rejected when you’re fishing in the sea
Because remember you look like a freak (so you think)
And you don’t sound normal whenever you speak
-Boz-
Jackie
Resilient, defiant, humble, perceptive
Son of Antone and Selia
Lover of philosophy, romance, and justice
Who feels pain, wrath, and euphoria
Who fears, aside from God, having no fear
Who would like to see heaven, hell, and everything in between
Resident of Henderson, NV
Bosworth
-Boz-
born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke
linkedin to said
prolific storied author
please kindly reciprocate.
greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash
great expectations in this bleak house,
whereby battle of life ensues
when Sunday chimes
from master humphrey’s clock
issue somber american notes
invoking overshadowing doom
from young gentlemen:
oliver twist, nicholas nickleby, barnaby rudge
martin chuzzlewit, david copperfield,
young cricket and on the hearth little dorrit
collaborated on pickwick papers
with dombey and son detailing
how I (a haunted man/
ghost’s bargain) alias mudfog
got self absorbed in his old curiosity shop
hunted down by boyhood days
(akin to an endless Christmas carol
frieze as child’s history),
now a thick dust covered holiday romance
memory portraying this signal-man
(according to george silverman’s explanation)
eerily similar to the mystery of edwin drood,
exiled after his trial for murder
birthing three ghost stories
inhabiting a haunted house
affecting the young couples lamplighter
an uncommercial traveler
evidenced by pictures from italy
prone to speeches, sketches
by boz and his lazy tour
an oft repeated tale of two
cities best read at dusk.
The summer scene
So blissful and serene
A bright sun shines
Over baby-blue skies
Upon a mountainous view
Bringing pleasure to my eyes
It’s great to be alive!
Breathe in the air
Feel a surge inside
As it flows through
Something beyond compare
There is no way to describe
There is no way I can share
What I am telling you
It is the accomplishment
More like personal gain
To rise above all of “it”
From a cesspool of names
Once achieved, rest with ease
Begin to enjoy the summer breeze
Hear the birds singing in the trees
Swaying to the song of peace
I am free! I am free!
Free at last to be
The one that never had the chance
To finally succeed!
Can you see? Can you see!
There is no more “you and me”
Long and treacherous the road has been
To the salvation I now receive
True happiness is rarely achieved
Far and few for many
Now at the pinnacle of my life
I am fully restored and ready
- Boz -
As a child, I wished for great things
For my family and I; to see a change
For once in my life but it’s still the same
I cried and tried to endure the pain
Contemplated suicide in the falling rain
Decided not to die; no pain, no gain
“It’s not your time”, is what the angels say
My body is broken and has become diseased
From all the smoking, fights and partying
My life is unfolding, taking its toll on me
Now I’m left choking on this toxic air I breathe
-Boz-
Over-power the masses single-handedly
One against many, against any calamity
Exhaust a man's will
To bend at his own
So what if it kills (him)
--The man has no soul--
Grew stronger by the day
Fueled by love and hate
A ruler and a slave
Together in hell
In a shell as hollow as his name
Unravel deception
As it crept in
Hints and clues
At first obtuse
By looking through
A distorted view
*[chorus]*
Revenge negotiates no truce
When he comes to settle the score
Burning with a short fuse
A napalm death in store
Slay the day, chase the night away
A midnight star now cast astray
Darkness falls before the light of dawn
And in that time, your life will be gone
Regain a power within
As you drain the guilt of sin
--You know where you've been--
Can’t forget so won't forgive
Don’t know how to live and let live
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
I still live by an ancient rule
In a modern day of techno tools
Withstanding the strands of time and change
Sent forth to exist on any plane
*[chorus]*
Revenge negotiates no truce
When he comes to settle the score
Burning with a short fuse
A napalm death in store
Slay the day, chase the night away
A midnight star now cast astray
Darkness falls before the light of dawn
And in that time, your life will be gone
Take from me, you will no more
For I am back to settle the score
More powerful than I was before
Stand with no chance
When I hit full-force
Show no mercy when balance is restored
Tip the scale you will no more
All will pay for their one mistake
No escape from my grip that day
*[chorus]*
Revenge negotiates no truce
When he comes to settle the score
Burning with a short fuse
A napalm death in store
Slay the day, chase the night away
A midnight star now cast astray
Darkness falls before the light of dawn
And in that time, your life will be gone
-Boz
So there I go…
Searching for a new life
And yet, another soul
God only knows
What I’ve been through
And what will unfold
-- It’s a sad story to be told
The bitter-sweet memories of old
When words are worthless
And actions seem powerless
Who am I to try to “second-guess”?
Picking up where I left off
Thirteen years ago
Broken up and out of touch
I am a wandering soul
Blessed & cursed with a gift no one knows
And may never understand—too much to comprehend
There’s no room for sympathy
It was replaced with empathy
Don’t you see?
No one can rival me!
-Boz-
Passing yesteryears old sixty-nine suicide doors, caddy once again; feeling....
The warmth of his morning sun as looking back ? Boz Scaggs, reeling in these times
Haven't faced this wind in quite awhile now; running about tiny circles going nowhere
Learned to shut windows their seperations long ago but; children, better a heart apart ?
Joy be life's shadow, tucked away within it's corner somewhere; gazing past her glass to find
Tethered, these tides which bind ? Brother an infant centre of black and white; nineteen fifty-six
Love captured in still frames smiling mom as dad; mere babies, yet what is that ? Gathering their tears.
Opening of the gates
The non-existent waits
To judge your mortal fate
Among the human race
What’s the matter now?
Can you even tell?
When you dwell in evil
The devil sends a messenger from hell
--From hell…
Live your life the way you want
It’s time to show just what you’ve got
Fire burning hate in your heart
Or goodness playing a glorious part
--A glorious part!
But you chose to stray
To the dark where the shadows play
Complete the chain of decay
It’s time to pay, it’s time to pay
Time to take your place
On the maiden you create
Shackle you bones
And your flesh to the Iron Seat
--The Iron Seat
What’s the matter now?
Can you even tell?
When you dwell in evil
The devil sends a messenger from hell
Who’s the one to blame?
Now finish the malifical game!
And when it’s all over
You’ll pay the piper another soul to gain
Who’s your master now?
Now you have to tell
When you live your life towards a greater good
You’re replaced for someone else
Who’s the one to blame?
Just finish the damn game!
You were bad from the start
So play your part from beginning to the end
-Boz-
Searched all my life
Through every pain-staking strife
Finding “her” seen only in dreams.
Since I was a small child
I would go the extra mile
Praying one day she would find me.
As time went by
I realized life drug me dry
Totally drained of hopes and dreams.
What if it is “her” I find?
Will I still be in the right frame of mind
To once again trust a love towards me?
Traumatized by my ex-wife
Through infidelity and lies
I am finding it hard to break free
I need to realize
That there WILL come a time
For a chance at a new beginning.
-Boz-
Set forth a task at hand
Meant for no one to understand
Dominate this God forsaken place
Yield the power of steel
-- Wield the master plan --
I'll be damned
If you take this land
From within my grasp
-- You pathetic little man --
..Divide and conquer...
One by one
Infiltrate the numbers
Lambs to the slaughter
Self proclaimed
To wear the crown of endowment
I shall have
What is mine to have
By my command
-- Or by my own hand! --
From out of the ruins
A natural born ruler
..No longer subdued...
Slay the bastards
That held me captive
Bonds are broken
And I'm attacking
A merciless heart
For what you made me start
I will kill you all
That played a part
Others will surrender unto me
(Bend at the knee)
-- Beg for a life --
For an act of mercy
What am I?
Something undefined
But I will cripple your bones
And Krimp your mind
Who am I?
You will recognize
Your master & commander
When I stand before your eyes
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*[chorus]*
Follow me
Or my sword will be
The last thing that you'll ever see
Abide my rule
Or I will run you through
Left for the wolves
To feast on flesh & bone
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You people can't see
My ghost is really me
Manifested into an entity
I have come to reap the harvest before me
Then till the earth
Before it’s re-birth
Of a prosperous seed
That re-kindles the flame in humanity
Ignite the spark
Of what will be
For I am not alone
I come written out of stone
Out of ancient days untold
Memories of a life
A midnight dream for most
Suppress your foe
To express your woe
Such a miserable life
The life of a man
-- In all of his disgustingness –
-- Boz
I’ve been good, I’ve been bad
Both Holy and Evil
-- I am man –
An angel in denial
My life I have defiled
The road to redemption
I will end, still on trial
Not for my sins
But for those who still sin
For those who still hold an opinion
Where mine could have made theirs different
I must speak to those who seek
“The meaning of life is to give life meaning”
Careful of your choices, life can be deceiving
Do not stray left, do not stray right
Go straight ahead and you will find
Everlasting life --- if you choose to subdue
To a miraculous find, the spirit within you
Waiting for the moment
To come out to the open
Knowledge can be ignorance
If you don’t know these words being spoken
Now….have you chosen
The order of sequence
On the knowledge you now take in?
Or are you still confused
Living for tomorrow on yesterdays news
Are you like the rest of the fools?
Or are you better. Better than no other
Suffocate you with the truth
I leave you smothered.
Make peace with yourself
Your mother, father, sister and brother
Can you conceive the “things of” that I speak?
Or are they just a memory in a dream
And you wake up not remembering
-- Feel the sting? –
The sting of knowing your soul could be burning
-- Ready to sing? –
Rejoice in the choice that your life is still promising
“To be or not to be…”
Truly is the key
Continue on with your life and we shall see ---
-- Boz –