Best Lifemusic Poems
there are “bands”
you know them well---
they play songs to make
women’s undergarments
fall
away---
melt & drip down their
legs like
hot
wax
& you also know that the music that they
churn out
is probably written by the same
round table of producers
who have been manufacturing the same
formula
which they know works
(working formula + new face = profit for the dying record companies)
for decades now---
the songs are written for them
the music is taught to them &
really,
the only thing that changes are the
stylists---
you know ya have to keep em’
hip
&
gorgeous for the
photo-ops.
i wonder what they feel like
inside
when they play & sing the same song
that holds for them personally
absolutely nothing
&
when they look in the mirror before the big show
there is no reflection left to look back
i wonder what it is like to be all
style
&
no substance---
to walk amongst the edge of the earth
not of flesh & bone
but instead of silicon, collagen, cosmetics,
perfumes, colognes, hair products, tanning products,
& name brand everything
until
the cows
come
moo-ing
home.
for some reason it makes me think of
courbet’s then-controversial
L’Origine du monde in 1866
with a 21st century metaphorical
update
where the human form laying splayed open
cannot be discerned
to be
male or female
for be it
anus or vagina
the panty melting rocker
doing it all for nothing but the
bank
lays splayed open in exactly the same way
a corporate whore
whose national idiocy
puts the pedal to the metal
& drives right on through
looking for something on the other side
a meaning to the
interchangeable
tunes
but alas,
there is
nothing.
So excited to see the show
Therefore grab a friend and go
We see only good music and fun
Not the entire run
We dance and sing
Drink and binge
With friends we are
The entire time
Sing and dance
In a trance
Meet the band
And then we can
Behind the scenes
Tour bus and hotel
Still not thinking
We can tell
Party on party people
Make that noise
Oh boy
In trouble we are
Panties down
Now we frown
We did not know
Not all things are what they seem
Party smiles and in between
Ugly
Smiles at first
Burst in emotions
Demotion like a job
From manager to nothing
Rockstar to loser
Carry that with you
You think your with someone who cares
Beware
You are the only one that can think about you
No one else will hold that degree to compare
the harm around
before the music that is fun to go to shady
because you will always be a lady
even if what you went through was scary
its not your fault
but the elder that is care free
a liar to himself and his family
fear not but be true to yourself as best that you can be...................
Pain is the background music
of this messed up movie
that happens to be my life
This music is just noise
trying to distract me
Love is the antagonist
the bad guy trying to kill me
The plot is confusing and
forever changing
and surprising
But the cast is exceptional
So now
the very thing you feared
has come to pass,
as you
watch the sand pour through
the hourglass.
Now the
autumn trees are splendid
in their colors,
but your
windows stay closed, locked
and shuttered.
Sometimes you
hear music playing
faintly.
Intently listening,
your face looks
almost saintly.
In abject
stillness you watch the
tiny spider weave.
In your mind
an illusion,
just make-believe.
Without alarm
or even normal
consternation,
you're aware
your legs and feet have lost
sensation.
You see
the irony that death starts
at the toes,
as the smell
of gangrene wafts
past your nose.
Shadows seem
to glide across
the room.
Somewhere a
piano's playing slightly
out of tune.
You're like
the spider herself,
sitting stone-still in her web.
searching for
the music playing
faintly in your head.
©Danielle White
Get up
Thank God for another day
Shower, shave, if necessary
Get dressed
Grab a cup of life, java.
Meet the other commuters
Sleep, with music in ears
Get up
Walk to my building
Grab another cup of life
Answer phones
Fix problems
Write and review, time permitting
Lunch!
Answer phones
Write and review, time permitting
Obey the boss
Time to leave!
Meet the commuters again
Sleep, with music in ears
Step from the bus
I’m free, thank God!
the music set
my fingers tapping
tap
tap
tapping
my mind runs thoughts
faster then my fingers can tap
and soon i lose the rhythm
from which the music set
I'm not a country red neck
Nor part of any clan
My skin is white like ivory
I am a Caucasian man.
My music of choice is Mo-Town,
Hip-Hip and R&B.
Alternative some, heavy metal, Yes.
I can say that music relaxes me.
I have a fondness for romance
I guess I've been " In Love"
I take my experiences and use them
For my stories of " True Love"
In high school I played football
Slot receiver my senior year
A tall, strong consistent target
We went seven and three that year
Now, a grown man.
Twenty something.
Middle class, handsome man
hard working
This merely is a biography
In my own poetic spin
So, I hope you enjoy my little story
Entitled "My White Skin"
Jared Pickett
8/11/05
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