Am I to share my pain, or not,
Or cash it in for what I’ve got?
Am I a light for one to see,
Or do I wish for you to hear me?
Retirement blues you ask?
nothing of the sordid sort for me.
my life, a twilight zone of new
cause and effect with no outer
limits of things to do---no negative
schisms of a bored being waiting to
cash it in, kick the bucket, roll over.
loneliness? a state of mindless critiques
of forgone measures of no importance-
toddler steps toward ever existing Fun.
ageful wisdoms of calm bearing,
a rediscovered sense of peaceful purpose.
I've paid my past emo debts and made
reasonable restitutions to those wronged.
Now is my place of impermeant residence,
Then was just a house of cards.
Let the party begin.
You have given me a gift
It is always wrapped
I perpetually open it with a smile
It is a never empty tin of freshly baked cookies
It is an elixir to fill my empty cup
even when it is not my birthday.
You have given me a gift
I have not earned it, but I can cash it in anytime I need it
You have dug deep and found
The very thing that touches my soul.
It is the perfectly personalized present
It tells me you know me and you care
It is both old and new
like us.
I have often come with shoulders slumped
To drink from this well
And have walked away with a song in my heart
When I look at this gift I see your face
When I ponder its rhythms I hear your voice
I have drunk briefly from the spring of eternal youth
I have been fed manna that does not spoil
My heart is refreshed over and over
For you have written me
a poem.
It's pay day
Time to collect your wages
All you've done,
All you've earned
Amounts to a quick drop
And a sudden stop
Sign the check and cash it in
This is what comes of sin
Sorry sir this check is void
Someone already collected on this account
The check's been canceled
I know you want what you deserve
Take it up with the bank
For all you'll get from me
Is a free gift
Use it wisely
Not all in one place
He paid for it all
Stamped it with grace
There's a place dreams wait while men chase money.
A place that's not for sale.
A place the poor are closer to
where dreams of peace prevail.
There's a place for money that men don't think.
A place to cash it in.
A place most find insulting.
The poor, our next of kin.
There's a place for man that dreams await.
A place not understood.
A place that's out of reach to him.
A Heaven that is good.
There's a place.
he’s the cream of the fetid crop drop my dream off at the bank and cash it in sin grins demons demonstrate and deify stratified simpletons who caress videos with pornographic poverty mediocrity meditates on mushroom clouds stalking world peace foreclosed homes stripped fixed and sold to the highest bidder the inane riddle chuckles in every direction rock-stars teenage cop cars crowd the camera-addled peasant lanes fire pistons plug the hole first down and ten yards to go score and win next season begin again push push push once more beyond the wall hear the women call they want you with a painted smile to finish the last cracked concrete mile denial of the loss sets in as he gets ahead of you and there’s nothing you can do except sit at home and stew over the fences you fell through
I get up every morning
When a smile is on the way
life is never boring
if you just head out to play
Had a toast at breakfast
to make me feel real warm
had to make my drink last
for me this is the norm
My midday always rocks
I'm halfway through the day
pulling up my socks
to go back out and play
I stop for lunch at noon
so I can fill my empty tank
if i sing a different tune
It is something I just drank
When my workday ends
I am never done quite yet
my love it never bends
take all that you can get
I sit me down for dinner
to have a healthy meal
Oh yes I am a winner
I'll cash it in for real
My evenings are always happy
they are filled with love and joy
with my evenings never crappy
I am like a little boy
.
It's tough to be a teenager no one really knows
What the pressure is like at school so this is how it goes.
I wake up every morning and stare into this face
I want to be good looking but i feel like a disgrace.
My friends they seem to like me if i follow through with their dare.
But when i try to be myself they never seem to care.
My mom, well she keeps telling me i got to make the grade
While both my parents say they love me it slowly seems to fade.
It seems like everyone i NOW is trying to be so cool
And every time i try i end up just a fool.
Maybe if i could make the team I'll stand out in the crowd.
If they see how hard i try i know they would be proud.
Sometimes i really get so low i want to cash it in
My problems are really bad if i think back on how life has been.
At times i'm lost and wonder what to do
I wonder where could i go, who can i talk to
It's tough to be a teenager sometimes life's not fare
i just wish i had somewhere to go and someone to really CARE!