Experience is the only thing that brings knowledge,
and the longer you are on earth the more experience
you are to get. --L. Frank Baum The Wizard of Oz
Designed to stain the credibility of soul.
Eager to kick down the road, the sage.
Conclusion, that wrinkles and scents,
Regardless of impact, don’t matter.
Eager to pretend that youthfulness won’t fade.
Progeny was in those creaky bones.
Icy, the feelings of the crowd; God sees
Tottering old fools as roots, not weeds.
Slapped in the face punched in the head beatings with a belt then sent to bed
No blanket for the bed a lock for the door just a mattress on a cold floor
No light in the room in darkness I’d lie holding my breath trying not to cry.
A sound from outside someone’s opening the door please come and save me
I can’t take anymore
But I’m out of luck my heart starts to melt here he comes again with that thick leather belt.
Roll in a ball trying not to get hurt being treated like an animal and treated like
Dirt
With bones snapped and broken with nothing to drink and no food to eat
My mind is dead with the thought of defeat.
Please let someone hear my screams and kick down the door to free me from this life because I don’t want to live anymore.
WHAT DID I DO?
It was a time that I will never forget,
a time of grunge, flannel, and war;
A War on authority, a war on what we knew;
Electric colors and synthesizers are gone;
I remember the death of hair metal,
and the birth of a much grittier truth;
Fangs were so easy to hide in ‘85,
yet it’s 1993 that left it’s mark on me;
Less acceptable distractions from ‘real’
made concealment a much tighter trick;
Oh 90’s energy and its desire to explode,
to create revolution kick down every door;
Although viewed by some as a renaissance,
this decade to me felt more like a demise;
A demise of decadence, a demise of phony;
It’s been a century now, things do change;
I’ve survived death many ways, many times;
Living through the 90’s I will never forget.
IN my mind there is loneliness and an empty space filled with darkness
and disgrace.
there is a monster lose in side my mind there is no one like it
it's one of a kind.
I try to control the bad thing's that it think I have tried to banished it
with drugs and drink.
But when the drugs and drink are there no more back comes my tormentor
to kick down my minds door.
I have to Bury it deep in side my mind but a way to torment me
my monster will find.
I searched for salvation to find a way out to show my frustration
I scream and I shout.
I search in the darkness for a door with a key that will free my
tormenter and set my mind free.
so I hide in this darkness so no one will see that the monster I hide is
really me.
The mad streets roam alone,
the mice people scuttle, just scuttle
lest they be found separately.
Bedlam slips its moorings,
boats are rocked.
Across America the inmates strut
out of the holes in their heads
pick a victim, kick down the heedless,
and the police watch their wristwatches
waiting for the shift to begin,
but none show up,
only the pavement patients,
and the sick souls who need help
to die.
Sam Adams
Has a bitter sarcastic
Cutting attitude
Infamous for his Adam’s wit
Much feared and hated
But many laughed along
As his wit was just so funny
Unless you were the victim
Of his verbal cuts and put-downs.
Often unloading on people
His bitter sarcastic cuts
Designed to humiliate
And hurt, zeroing in on your faults.
A true master
Of the kiss up
Kick down
Intimidation philosophy of life.
He was a verbal bully
And like most bullies
Could dish it out
But did not appreciate it
When it was returned
Back to him.
As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’
I told her there’s one thing that time never steals
The rush that a man only feels on two wheels
And out on the road in all my old leathers
My gas driven steed shall vanquish all weathers
I’ll ride and I’ll ride till my legs are like jelly
She said that those leathers won’t cover that belly
Give me dirt on my face and flies in my teeth
Akin to a cow-herder out driving beef
The pounding of pistons driving me on
The joy of not knowing where to or where from
She said okay go be a speeding banshee
But don’t go too far in case you need to pee
I had to relent there’ll be no pennies spent
I can’t blame the wife, her thoughts were well meant
Don’t wanna get caught short in skin hugging leathers
There’s must be more ways to escape boredom’s tethers
And so this is me, not wild and not free
Just a wannabe biker writing bike poetry
Truth is a mouthful of blood -spit upon a Persian rug
a kick to the balls in the middle of the sweetest dream
karma doesn't stop chewing until the souls licked clean
and what of our far off god -that mysterious golden being,
stirring hell into our soil since we were mustard seeds.
Everyone thinks of offing themselves from time to time
usually when we're running low on honey and wine
when mad horses trample over our parched field lives.
Something brings most back from the brink
maybe it's the bouncing star baby sleeping in the crib
or the dirty plunger when it finally frees up the sink.
You may as well dance because it's more painful to crawl
kiss a stranger on the mouth, have yourself a ball
but don't bounce the ball off the devil's burning grass
or he just may kick down your little white picket fence
and light up your happy little a$$.
Awesome! Amazing! Astonishing! Absolutely Astounding!
Give each one of these a swift kick down a long corridor unresounding!
Hubris is not my nature
I like my self to be tapered
Into humility rather than arrogance
If I do anything of significance
I play it down rather than flag it up
Maybe that's why my success has not amounted to much
I keep my head down but my hopes up high
My feet I always keep on the ground
Ensuring that my heads not lost in the clouds in the sky
Maybe if I pushed myself forward more
I purr rather than roar
Maybe then if I kick down a few doors
That refuse to open
I would achieve a whole lot more
But hubris is not my nature
And that the twist
This whole writing caper
Is making a noise and splash
Thrusting yourself in the limelight
Not hiding at the back
So I might just have to change my ways
And put on a whole ridiculous display
So that people start to read me
And finally get to know my name.
To be honest, I -
I don't wanna live right now...
I'm too shy, won't lie
What time is it, hm?
Oh it's time to sleep...wait up...
What day is it, hm?
My mem'ry blurz...banned...
65 wondrin' wonderz
Where have you been, man?!
65 cans I -
I kick up in the air...hm...
Keep it down a hair
56 cans I -
I kick down in the ground...hm...
Keep it up a hair
Hush, monsters inside...
Despair hurts...so, truth or dare...
Demons and angels...
Subside from my side
Sh! Silence is bliss, yo...bro?
Do me a favor...
I'm sorry...I guess...
I'm untrustworthy...yes...I'm...
A mess to be frank
Why why why revile ya,
why why why revile ya,
the stinking rich want you for their *****,
at $4 dollars an hour,
and no more!
Aussie ships on the ocean are clueless,
the Aussies crew is gone, nothing new huh?
Replaced by twerps $4 an hour serfs,
the sour smell of the scab, is so screw loose,
Government cleaners got a pay cut,
$200 a week less in their kick,
Liberal bludgers persecuting but,
the greed could make you quite sick? Huh,
Police shootings now are so common,
with one million scabs on our shores,
one million now out of work,
desperation does kick down these doors,
cheap labour fifo scabs,
@ $4 an hour an no more,
McDonald kids soon to be out of work,
Child labour $8 the score?
Third world Australia is coming,
the poor exploited for sure,
the happy rich are a humming,
and the poor are the bloody paw paw.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKzt4PPT5LQ&feature=youtu.be
after walking and talking
with signs
and picket line
being kick down
and around
for your right
your cloes to the bright light
and the horn sound
CAN'T STOP
NOW
im going to become myself
and never live to die
im never gonna tell the world
im done,iwont break down and cry
ill never be what you all want
so ill just be myself
i find if i do what i need
ill find eternal wealth
so try and stop my path or way
ill just kick down blockades
ill rebel the system's way of life
when tired rest in the shade
ill walk until the day i die
my jacket as my roof
ill stay myself and laugh out loud
because i know the truth
Got it blastin
Pumpin up my blood
Ready to scream
Eager to fight
Kick down the door
Up all night
Rock in my ears
Lust in my eyes
Rippin it up till the sunrise
Screaming I want Rock N Roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
Yelling Hey Hoe
Never been so glad to see a b!tch go
Rock in the day
Rock in the night
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