Dang it, I tried
Hang it, I cried
I’ve been playing for years,
well aware of your fears,
most don’t make it, that’s clear,
but they say we’ve cracked the top ten;
a struggle it’s become,
but it always was one,
finally, it seems done,
downloads paying off dividends.
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
Take a chance on my dream,
not a sure thing, it seemed,
of the crop I’m not the cream,
spent so many ate nights away.
I know you could have left,
parents said that was best,
maybe we passed the test,
we’re coming on a good payday!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All that went wrong,
we’ve been waiting for so long,
all my mistakes,
challenges along the way.
all of this risk,
making sure I earned this,
breakthrough, at last,
no more days of living fast!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All because of that single decision
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above
Rather than
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below
Because of what he chose
This is what he is
Independent
Not
Incarcerated
Whole
Not
Wounded
Confident
Not
Confused
Slipping off of the rusted edge, on which side will he land?
Brilliant
Not
Bleak
Courageous
Not
Cowardly
Relieved
Not
Remorseful
This is what he is
Because of what he chose
To grasp that grate and breathe in the ethereal skies above
Rather than
To let go of that grate and suffocate in the foul sewage below
All because of that single decision
Now, what if he wasn’t resolved in his decision?
Simply read the poem in reverse.
A day at the cliffs, dancing with wind shifts.
There’s nothing like this, a day of pure bliss.
Safety must come first, to avoid the hearse.
Helmet for your head, harness or you’re dead
With glider in hand, it’s time to leave land.
You need to run swift, to catch the wind’s lift.
You’ll fly like a bird; few sounds will be heard.
Thermals are flowing, sunshine is glowing.
As turns you’re making, sights are breathtaking.
After an hour, look for the tower.
Flight demanding, it’s time for landing.
Bank into the wind and let your flight end.
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wowza man...
before my coffee
i'm just a fold...
now that age has
taken hold andt...
something need be
done to ensure...
life remains fun so
go and hum eh?!...
sing, whistle, smile
all the while since...
you're one with music
in your head andt wood...
pencils with which to write
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Pain held in heart I’m hanging on,
Amidst life’s grave gloom, going on.
World vicarious watch as if fun,
From cracked mirror I’m peeping on.
Smoke billows from my burning heart,
I battle but it’s blazing on.
How self-seeking can be this world!
Friends as foes askance looking on.
My woes are out to wear me out,
Though hurt my heart keeps humming on.
_________________________
Ghazal |20.07.2025| pain, heart, world, woes
he’s got a face like a rotted pear,
eyes yellow as the bottom of a cheap pint glass.
his hands move like old leather belts—
cracked, heavy, well-worn.
he counts the minutes like coins
dropped in a greasy pocket—
clinks them together—
a smile as sour as sweat on a Monday morning.
he watches me,
one boot on the scaffold’s edge,
smoke curling from his lips
like something alive,
like the ghost of all the men before me—
he’s seen it all:
the tremble, the prayer,
the final piss soaking the gallows floor.
he knows I was born for this,
born to hang,
and he’s got nothing else better to do.
Under the tree where the bodies hang
swaying, dancing in the gelid breeze
neath their rotting toes, the children sang;
slow circling a boy; they taunt and tease.
"It's your father and your mother, too,"
they chant, as one, fiery eyes aglow,
"Who dance on the rope, and soon will you."
to the cadence of a cawing crow.
"We'll slice you up and cook us a stew."
the chant gets faster. Each takes a knife
"Then we'll boil your bones and make some glue."
thirteen stabs put an end to a life.
They braise the boy, then each they follow
from dark black cauldron upon a fire;
of steaming stew, they take a swallow;
each with each other, they now conspire.
"We sliced you up and cooked us a stew."
the singing slows as the children fill
"And no one cares because no one knew."
soon, sleep takes over the early thrill.
Wolf was waiting on the edge of dark
thirteen children who once danced and sang
become just a stain, a bloody mark;
under the tree where the bodies hang.
Does your world hang low?
Does your humour ebb and flow?
Do you feel like you’re a flop
And you’re drowning down below?
Are your moods like running water
Won’t stay stable when they oughta?
Does your world – hang – low?
Is your life a drag?
Do you feel like a rag?
Does it seem as though you’re flound’ring
Through impenetrable slag?
Is the whole thing never right?
Not worth keeping up the fight?
Is your life – a – drag?
Do you hide your face?
Do you feel a disgrace?
Are you constantly avoiding
Being with the human race?
Has your life degenerated?
And your world disintegrated?
Do you hide – your – face?
Are you fighting back?
Are you taking up the slack?
Will you give in and surrender
Or go back on the attack?
Tell the world it hasn’t mastered
THIS unconquerable bastard!
NOW you’re fight – ing – back!
A bat cries differently,
eats fruits,
gliding, hanging insectivore,
Jackal-Kite, living mammal, nursing offspring, pup , quarrelsome, rodent species, terrible, umbrella vampire, winged xebec, yearn zoo .
Time is always long as I sing this ten-minute song.
It goes on and on-feeling good all along.
These days are always long.
During them everything goes wrong-
still I sing this song called time is always long.
Time is always long. Time is always long.
In time, I can and will be strong.
Be strong now-why does time have to be so long?
Time is always long. Time is always long.
Waiting so long! While waiting everything is going wrong.
Praying to hang in there and be strong.
Why is time always long?
COUPLET
After a couple of Tequila Sunrise
so I swap my drink that'll keep open my eyes
so I had a glass of Kahlua and cream
that's a blunder as I fell into a dream
INNER RHYME
I awoke that felt like a cape of good dope
morning sun I think of myself as undone
but what finds me amiss is what all of this
all awry the land slants slights but not the sky
END RHYME
No matter where I roam sand sea smells like home
glad I be if it's true but sad though I knew
a place that's all new naught a place where I grew
I walk and I moan knowing I am alone
RHYME
Flowers of blinding beauty scents that steal souls
sandy beaches where surf surges and tides ebb
eddibles and delectables island naturals
but minus the faces I know ease my schlep.
Let’s hang upon a star
my friend
And travel upon roads
that have no end
For today I peered upon your face
and reclaimed forgotten dreams
Then whitewashed memories
of earthly chaotic scenes
When unspoken words
hang over silence,
they keep a face
from flashing smiles:
all that's beautiful
turns sad and dull!
Some of us never speak
or whisper them sweetly;
so uncertain they are weak:
no, speak them and be dilly!
Tons of words were said to me,
most of them grabbed my attention;
I revered them without pretension,
they're carved inside to outlast eternity!
When unspoken words
hang over silence,
free them from oblivion;
they're quite intense:
be a true Bohemian
and anger your rivals!
Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie
Who cannot control her flatulency
Wherever she roams
She plays her air drone
Allowing foul odours to flow freely.
Loulie’s mother is three times a lady
Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy
She put up a tent
With all good intent
To keep her home as fresh as a daisy.
Young Loulie was quite frightfully perturbed
Found that living in a tent was absurd
She could get no sleep
Cold hands and cold feet
And disturbed when her explosives emerged.
Loulie truly tried her best to hang on
Missing her bedroom and mostly her mom
She filled up with wind
Like a bird on wing
Loulie floated off to where sun ne’er shone.
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