I gave you a present
You asked where’s the rest
Now I’m not an expert at this stuff
But I thought one was just enough
Girl you go
Lose that show
Don’t let some guy pull you down
Find one who thinks you wear a crown
Apparently none of my financial expenses
Match with your extravagances
How’s a girl to know about these things
That’s not spelled out in any movie I’ve seen
Girl you go
Lose that show
Don’t let some guy pull you down
Find one who thinks you wear a crown
I thought when you finally held my hand
You’d find it again without any plans
How was I to know it mattered who was watching
Or who was around whether you’d dare touch me
Girl you go
Lose that show
Don’t let some guy pull you down
Find one who thinks you wear a crown
Took me out to dinner for date number three
You said from here on in, we split it all even
Let you drive my car cause you thought it was cool
Crashed it on the curb, swore up and down it wasn’t you
Girl you go
Lose that show
Don’t let some guy pull you down
Find one who thinks you wear a crown
March 10, 2021
When we find a friend,
we greet each other with joy ...
Our birds sing in
harmonious duet.
Our horses run wild
and freed by the meadows.
Our foxes drool with
enormous intelligence.
Our cats purr with
peace and casualness and play
of living...
Our memories elephants
extraordinary reminds us
the most remote extravagances.
Our inner monkeys
monkey our meeting
of childish feasting ...
We offer our friend the best
meat from our hunt ...
The best food from our table !
The best words.
But when the friend is gone,
we return to the ancient routine
of indifference ...
Our bears simply
enter the caves and,
for a while but they don't die,
they just hibernate in life ...!
I like fantasy but personally think it should be measured,
one parallel universe is fine but three is not fine;
you could say that the sky's the limit but I disagree,
rather like no budget for building a house it seems to me.
A client came to me - said he wanted the best house in the road,
no financial limit, wonderful - I could do anything,
maybe a gold swimming pool ready for a rich fool,
perhaps we could have a different universe in each room - very cool.
I put a ceiling on my fee, enough for a golden pee;
Leonardo strolled by - 'Very nice John - who is this dude?
His extravagances seem ludicrous and incredibly rude,
who on Earth would want a chandelier shaped like a phallus?'
It was finished, proud and erect, the children had grown up,
and realized that they may well have stayed where they were before.
We're All Passing Through
on this journey of life
Some have an abundance of years
Some not enough
You leave with what
you came into
this world with ----- nothing.
Everything stays behind
Except for your Soul
which hopefully
makes a new odyssey
to the afterlife
No material possessions depart from here
It all remains in it's place
That's why you should
gather up divine treasures
that surpass extravagances
as you willow time away
transposing daily desires
while you await paradise.
As the turbulent determinations
of everyday vigor
bellow through stratospheric circumstances
dancing amongst the clouds
you calculate life's extravagances
twisting beyond hierarchies
as leaf covered branches
twitter in space.
Gusts of wind orchestrate
like synchronizing ballerinas
flowing within music
strumming delicate harmonies
on roads less traveled
pecking at your brain
into rebel territory
determined to stem irrelevant
while you savor circumstantial
realities beyond comprehension.
Masquerading through conventions
you enjoy the day's delicacies.
Strange to think
that as time passes and we age
there is little need for most things
that called and tempted us in youth.
The extravagances that intrude in life
no longer seem to carry any substance
and life proceeds at a slower pace
content with what we have.
The days are filled with memories
lost time and sad regrets
that love was and remains
all that is needed.
Darkness and I have become allies,
affinity by association's shadowed prayer
spoken of the same kindred language,
consanguinity in our devout appeal
of blackening night's smoky exposure,
like a coke whore I obligingly snort it
doomed to partake in a dreadful flight
upon an impeding raven's blighted sojourn
midway extravagances of destructive somber ruins,
obscurity's sulphurous gloom of unsung melodies
surrendered in silence 'midst dusky moonlit spirits
I’m looking for mine daily
A gene of combinations and strengths
A blood we share in hidings
Nation and nations as siblings
A blood of friends satisfaction
Arouses sense and feelings
Bringing joy in sadness
Strengthening weak to fight
A blood that flow uneven
Too economy to people like us
A wonderful world like this
Where number of soldiers sounds
Borders of states are intact
with secret security full paid
But none of them dare to grasp
For the blood flows like electron
Penetrates deep to impassable
Is it true they fail to victim?
Why few are seized and bailed
Why is becoming a song
With big budget of state security
It is real a wonderful music I hear
Like dum! dum! dum! express your self
For the blood spreads everywhere
And ruin national’s development
A blood of foolish and stupid
Riching capitalist and bourgeoisie
Protected by leaders and ministers
That undermine equality and improvement
Branding abuse is irony
Preventive education is nonsense
These are extravagances and exploitation
The solution is simple I suggest
Killing the flower of production
That bee buzzes for her saccharine