Gotta go to school it's the same old story
teach me a lesson would be good for me
learning all the rules five days of the week
don't fall behind don't think don't speak
gotta go to work it's the same sad story
get me a job that's sure to bore me
working for a wage five days of the week
don't step out of line don't think don't speak
gotta go to church it's the same sick story
wed me a wife who's bound to hound me
listen to her ***** each day of the week
don't fool around don't think don't speak
it's the way of the world the way of man
follow the herd don't say a word
all we can do is do all we can
so let's all dance to the same algorithm
everyone even you and me
dictated and played by the powers that be
me and you what have we got to lose
if we stay in line we'll be fine
and dance to the same algorithm and blues
Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell For Anybody by Dylan
I find your lines like wine
Making me drunk with love
You toy with my mind
And I’m infatuated enough
But when I think about it
I cool off and pray with faith
Sex and lust is lousy
If you don’t love me God’s way
It’s better to marry
Than to burn like fire
Real love is carried
In red heart of desire
I know we can fool around
And likely have a good time
But hell is a long way down
I don’t want to lose the divine
The love I deserve
The love I desire
Found in holy word
Not from the pit of fire
I’m not going to hell
For any one over flesh
I’d be just as well
Waiting for true happiness
I ain’t gonna go to hell
For anyone no sir not me
God has a plan and well
I’d rather belong to Thee
there was a young lad from Cork named Hess
who liked to fool around with a lass named Jess
one night it was said
he forgot to wear a certain item to bed
and Jess said ugh you made a real mess
All the fake stunts I pulled, you never bought them,
All the cigarettes I rolled, you never smoked them,
I need a light in my life to illuminate all the darkness,
I need a space to breathe, to heal from the pain that weighs on me.
You and I, when we meet, we surpass all expectations, we lose ourselves in infinity,
Taking too much of everything we love, hurting ourselves in the process,
We fool around in the hotel of broken hearts, never tired of searching for each other,
Always ready to start over, again and again, without stopping.
Always found unconscious at the end, caught in this never-ending phase,
But you, you never bought them, never believed in them,
Girl, you never believed in me, in all these stories,
I wonder if I will ever find the truth in my unspoken lies.
We search for a light to guide us, a refuge amidst the chaos,
We long for a place to breathe, to heal from all that has hurt us,
And yet, in this dance of confusion and desire, we lose ourselves,
But maybe, one day, we will find that balance between illusion and reality.
I was wise enough not to fool around
When push came to shove I stood my ground
I ran long and hard but couldn’t get anywhere
I spread laughs, but my hurts couldn’t share,
Now I wish I had painted the town red
Indulged my desires, all my passions fed.
The energetic hyper crazy worker bee saws a stem
For the prickly green thorns give him pause, annoying him
The rose looks more like a daisy anyway
Another reason he feels he can fool around and play
I watch from the safety of my lovely garden floral seat
Enjoying bee, who flies to another blossom to repeat
when praying while kneeling
God was always appealing
(God my hand had been dealing)
(God gave me great feeling)
(God would help when we were healing)
(God was rocking and reeling)
(God my religion was revealing)
(God stopped my sinning and steeling)
idiot blooming
would go to church not grooming
found my wife fuming
in God we believe
there are those who do deceive
causing us to grieve
when the sun will set
we would fool around and fret
were deeper in debt
we did realize
Patrick early he would raise
much to our surprise
(who hard four short thighs)
(has family ties)
(which we would surmise)
(wore a neat disguise)
(hit box after many tries)
(would chase away flies)
(for food often cries)
(both wet eyes always dries)
cat was quite a match
did drink water down the hatch
one had loved to latch
cat was always weird
learned that when his partner neared
he had disappeared
put cat box in din
which had become full again
our patience worn thin
our favorite pet
who would fool around and fret
away with murder let
My Horn Haiku format is 5-7-5.
Each number represents a vowel.
Haiku does not normally rhyme
not normally rhyme
but mine does all of the time
being so sublime
The wisecracker is going to cut you down to size before you even know it
He knows you but he is not going to always show it
Because he is the wisecracker
Wiser than wise, not even a fool
He will fool around with you and jump right in before you see it
But, he is by no means anybody's fool
He has an ace but he never uses it in the right place
He cracks jokes until you feel broke
He wins until you lose
He is the wisecracker
Her hair smells like the south of France,
And that’s a good place to start.
From there, I’m not sure where to go.
She’s aloof and elusive; an enigma
Without a solid frame of reference,
Yet she enchants me with her earthy beauty,
Radiating the sublime sensuality
Of homemade soup on a cold, damp night.
In the daytime, she’s a summer song with no shoes on.
She doesn’t have to make an effort;
She only needs to be herself to get my neck contorted
With the sweep of her grace whenever she walks on by.
And those weekend mornings when we fool around,
She’s the centerfold; I’m the twelve year old.
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
How many times can a heart break?
How many times can it heal?
It is not something you can fake.
Not something you want to feel.
Falling in love there's more to learn.
Just ask anyone you know.
Sooner or later comes your turn.
All part of the greater show.
Some think they can play a good game.
Fool around and take the fall.
To find things cannot be the same.
When you find you're not as tall.
One day we look back with new eyes.
To see the one we don't know.
Instead of dealing with the lies.
We go with the famous flow.
The suffering in all our lives.
written in a persons' face.
Like from space the falling of knives.
When life is a constant chase.
date: 6/13/21
Of those who have gone to the moon;
do come back soon.
Of those astronauts
that just watched
other’s fool around in the dust;
a most worthy career I trust.
We are all spacemen and women,
though women generally prefer
space walking to swimming.
Those that do not care too much
for dust;
in God they trust.
Some spacemen
turn dust into light.
They are quite a sight, up all night
shoveling
and digging to make wrong things
just right.
In Johnny's car
Freedom's found
The place he loves
to fool around
The tires almost bald
A floorboard's missing
The engine sputters and stalls
Leaves him more time for kissing
So Johnny makes out with his dates
Chugs much too much beer
Weaves all the way home
Struggles to steer
Prays his old woody
into a tight garage space
Johnny's vision's blurred
There's fear on his face
When one dark night
his car doesn't steer right ~
Garage now collapsed
Freedom plays taps
We look at this world from our hiding place,
Through a mist of ignorance and prejudiced gaze,
From a tiny little hole with a tiny little piece,
We interpret the whole blooming space!
Intellect is locked and we have thrown away key,
Our God given gift, the eyes cannot see,
We have created blindness through beliefs,
And our conscience is sold to social thieves!
Do not turn holy pages and utter holy words,
If hearts and minds lodge knives and swords,
Much kindness is achieved with a blade of grass,
If good benevolence your thoughts encompass!
So let’s not fool around with religious gimmicks,
With colours, beards, hats or candle sticks,
For he who created you in the purity of his self,
Was to respect and worship creation itself!
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