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The restaurant was wonderful;
The food was well prepared.
The atmosphere was cozy
And I liked the booth we shared.
The waiter, super-friendly,
Was attentive and the beer
Was a local IPA, which made
Me grin from ear to ear.
Yet glancing at the other diners,
What I noticed first
Was the fact that everyone was old
And what was interspersed
At their tables were their walkers
Or their wheelchairs or their canes.
Still, they ate and drank and laughed and maybe
I can’t quite explain,
But it made me understand how life
In Florida is sold -
Not to get away from winter,
But to join your fellow old.
today it has been proven that our justice system does'nt represent justice. it just
fixes things the way they want things to be fixed. today a murderer was judged not
guilty and will soon walk free from the crime that they commited. they may have
escaped man but they still have to face God. they should have paid man. maybe it
was an accident with choloraform. but everything else she did added it up to
murder. today a jury assasinated justice just like james earl ray killed martin luther
king and just like lee harvey oswald killed john f. kennedy just like john wilkes booth
killed abraham lincoln and all i can say is et tu brute to our judicial system. i must
admit the defence did their jobs well but now they know they did it too well because
the eyes of true Justice will be apon them for their crimes. and so this is how the media planned on how to keep milking this cash cow indefinatly.
Form:
Cover-ups, deceit and lies with every word spoken
Donald and Hilary all morals continually broken.
What is it with the times
no honest politician can we find.
They slip and slide just outside the truth
expecting our vote in the polling booth.
Nothing seems to change the repertoire
she said, he said, honesty in the reservoir.
Past mistakes they say
different from who they are today.
Ashamed I am
of both republican and democratic stands.
The average citizen outnumbers all
but we are the ones who take the fall.
Give me and honest man or woman
to keep the nation from its ruin
This is the saddest state of affairs
do any of our representatives care?
Drift in and out of the moment
Life is just a splash
So drench yourself in the madness
And when it becomes too much
Cool off in the sweet Reverie
Where you'll find the cool cats
Swapping stories of glory
For bootlegger straps
And folded crumpet wraps
And then let the smooth sounds
Fill your soul
The greatest music
Is born in the heart
It rises through the chest
Vibrating vocal chords
The cry of a rebel
Here in the Reverie
We're a bunch of lost souls
Who never had a home
So wiggle into a booth
See the world for what it is
Eyes glistening
Shining like neon lights
Life is just a splash
Drift in and out of the moment
Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
I got freaked out the girl said. It was a wow.
I stretched my dog-ears to hear “….store now.”
She was sitting in a booth two tables away.
I walked to the bathroom to peek at her today.
blonde hair and light blue eyes, maybe a Norse?
she was one of those cutie petooties of course.
Her friend had taken the conversation over.
No one could hear it, not even my poodle named Rover.
I returned to my seat and picked up the book.
Pretended it was entertaining, in this tiny nook.
My waitress came over and tried to speak to me.
By now I could hear her voice again, the pretty young she.
“shh!” I said to the waitress, as I sent her away.
The excited voice was quiet now on this dreary May day.
I have no idea what she was trying to say.
But I feel I missed an entire novel this ugly Tuesday.
He has trained all his life for a job
parents paid for lots of training for bozo Bob
He used to brag about what he could do
But he has never had a job, I knew
His employable skills are actually few
He has tried many things, but not followed through
In a restaurant he jumped our booth
landed on the lap of a girl named Ruth
I heard him say “You’re a fireman, I am too.”
Retired though, back in ’82.
A lie of course, he never finished the training at all.
Dropped out of it less than two weeks, in the fall.
Everything he said was a lie and absurd.
He did not let Ruth get in a word.
When I finally dragged him away
I heard Ruth give a tiny hooray
I had dreams of yesterday
I woke up with a smile
My dreams took me back
And it was better for a while.
Jeff was calling Lassie
We had moonbeams in a jar
Perry Como was teaching us
To catch a falling star
Bishop Sheen was preaching
Lawrence Welk was leading the band
And we all remembered the Alamo
When Davy Crockett made his stand.
Clark Kent changed in a phone booth
And brought the bad guys to their knees
Sugarfoot walked up to the bar
And asked for a sarsparilla please
Elliott Ness was in Old Chicago
Taking on Capone and Nitti
While Paul Burke was a detective
Inside the Naked City
Gene was singing Back in the Saddle
With Gabby by his side
And Cisco said "Oh Pancho"
"Oh Cisco" Pancho then replied
Arthur Godfrey had his talent scouts
And the Texaco man wore a star
Martin Kane was a private detective
Perry Mason passed the bar.
Maverick and Cheyenne were cowboys
Peter Gunn was making noise
We learned a little bit about life
Just watching the Real McCoys.
Car 54, where are you
Do you have a secret like Garry Moore
Let's sing along with Mitch
Is that Ben Casey at the door?
Who could forget old Lonesome George
And Red Skelton playing a clown
You bet your life, I loved Name that Tune
And Ed was Toast of the Town.
I could go on for days and days
About the times we had back then
When life was so much simpler
In my dreams I remember when.
after the dance we opened the doors
dampness surrounded this place maroon drapes
paisley patterns blinded my emotions license plates
of james dean covered the pine paneling only in the back
funny how a pair of levi's could bring about
such lonliness but there was james standing there
leaning up against his motorcycle flickering that cigarette
i had dreamed of life away from a smoked filled room
however i was being forced fed macho manner
by mere bruts tyrants wearing tightly fitted pinky rings
shuffling their feet quickly my only thought was that of
the stingrays sharp shooters how their eyes are morbidly
unseen right before they strike their prey i wouldn't even
speak of away from tropical shirts and the pelicans beak
an yet after the dance we had entered this think tank
of sea urchants mere leaches all reaching for small time
scores the same old crabs in the same old bucket
one by one pulling the one closet to the top back down
to scurry sideways with the bottom feeders night crawlers
here i am again your place their place our place i wondered
if they noticed me at all or was i just a cold curvy bottle
of coke a cola to be placed on a red and white canvas
in front of knitted covered candles or was i just a manikin
leaning against that timeless old seeburg continuing to drag
the needle slowly across the nylon fibers of my favorite record
over and over again like filing my broken nail or fussing over
another run in my stocking who needs stocking why i was simply
this forgotten mermaid among a school of green eyed hungry sharks
but then there was james a mere mirage gazing down route 66 in land
catering to the backside of those levi's oh wait here he comes again
he's going to ask me to dance what will i say oh my feet hurt or just
say no shoes tonight shall we swim out of here my mind tossed to and froe
i just couldn't bare to waste a perfectly good pair of fins don't you know
Deep in my soul
Pain no one knows
Bullet through my soul
Hole that won't close
Studio light on, but I'm in the dark
Microphone cold like the beat in my heart
They say speak your truth, but
they don't wanna hear
Anger boiling over, but the tears
just won't clear
Confused by the noise in my
tangled mind
Disappointed in the love that left
me behind
Doubtful if I'll ever find my way
back home
Fearful that this pain is where I'll
always roam.
I cry down deep in my soul
Where nobody knows how it
feels to be in pain
I cry down deep in my soul
It feels like a bullet went through
my soul
I cry down deep in my soul
Where the bullet left a hole in my
soul
I cry down deep in my
Joyful moments now just a
distant dream
Sadness creeps in like a silent
scream
Studio booth echoes with my
broken rhyme
Trying to find the words but I'm
running out of time
Angry at the world for the cards
I've been dealt
Confused why the ones I loved
chose to melt
Disappointed in the promises
that turned to dust
Doubtful if I'll ever learn to trust
I cry down deep in my soul
Where nobody knows how it
feels to be in pain
I cry down deep in my soul
It feels like a bullet went through my
soul
I cry down deep in my
Female voice cracks as the beat
drops low
Studio walls hear the pain I can't
show
Angry, confused disappointed all
at one
Fearful, joyful sad in a tangled
trance
Bullet hole in my soul won't let
me breathe
Nobody knows the battle
underneath
I cry down deep in my soul
Where nobody knows how it
feels to be in pain
I cry down deep in my soul
It feels like a bullet went through
my soul
I cry down deep in my soul
Where the bullet left a hole in my
soul
I cry down deep in my
Deep in my soul
Pain no one knows
Bullet through my soul
Hole that won't close