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My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 31, 2008
Every night me and my baby fight over the remote
She wants to watch election news
I yawn, "Not now honey
That just makes me snooze
I wanna see Forensic Files, Most Evil and Deranged"
She finds that scary and a little strange
Mutilated, decapitated, look at the brain splatter
I'm totally fascinated
Honey, come and watch
Hey - what's the matter?
But she runs from the room in abject horror
She likes Project Runway not Jeffrey Dahmer
My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
She cries Oh No No No
They have got to go go
It's not fair to me
I'll be having nightmares
From all of these True Crime Shows
Please have pity!
Torture Murder Mayhem, gooey pools of blood
Didn't the downstairs neighbor
Hear the bullet riddled body thud?
One guy gouged out eyeballs
Another sawed off feet
Some kooks cooked up Victim Stew
When they sat down to eat
Sweetheart, don't look Hide your eyes behind a book
Before they show where the headless torso lies
Put fingers in your ears, I don't want you to hear
How that poor old lady dies!
My Baby Hates True Crime Shows
She cries On No No No
They have got to go go
It's not fair to me
I'll be having nightmares
From all of these True Crime Shows
Please have pity!
Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice
Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers
Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life
Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunger
But there's a medal on her neck
And should the overlords inspect,
It stands as a reminder
That there's at least one other martyr
Who had a cross --
Maybe all's not lost
She wears it close
Close to the bone
All her life been kept in line
And she's been there all alone
Corinne was never like other teenage girls
A shaved head in a high school of mile-high hairdos
Punk rock treated like a misfit in the disco world
And those jocks and guidettes say whatever they care to
But there's a secret near her breast
To why she ain't like all the rest
A terrible reminder
That back at home there is a father
Likes little games --
Oh what a cryin' shame
She hides it close
Close to the Bone
All her life pushed out of line
Disaffected and alone
Move your hands out of the way
And show your heart
I see flickers of a soul
Is how I know it's blowin' apart
There's a war being waged inside
Maybe protest or maybe it's pride
Your personal reminder
That everybody's a stranger
Battling the world --
So don't sweat it, girl
Hold it close
Close to the Bone
Nobody's life exists within lines
Yours is not to be alone
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A Matter of Degree
Copyright Corinne Curcio April 27, 2008
Oil slick rainbows on asphalt streets
But no pot of gold waits at the end
Unless you make sure you don't ignore
An enemy or a friend
Abdul's drivin' his cab down the highway
With Walt Whitman sitting in the back
A Red Tailed Hawk flies over Prospect Park
While Hassidim are fashionable in black
Brooklyn, City of Churches
Where saints and sinners agree
A strong conviction
Is a benediction
It's all a matter of degree
Mermaids wandering on Surf Avenue
Call Coney Island home
But Steeplechase, The Funny Place
Was torn down ages ago
Senor Sanchez calls from his bodega
"Play Lotto - You may change your luck"
Or enter hell at the Galaxy Motel
Where crack whores will blow you for a buck
Brooklyn, City of Dreams
Where losers and winners decree
A bad-ass attitude
Ain't considered rude
It's all a matter of degree
Hopscotch girls and skateboard boys
In liberal/racist all kind of faces neighborhood
Culture and crime, if you fall or you climb
You learn to take the bad with the good
Brooklyn, City of Churches
Where saints and sinners agree
A strong conviction
Is a benediction
It's all a matter of degree
Baby It Ain’t Me
Copyright July 8, 2009 Corinne Curcio
After a hard day at the office
And needing to unwind
I lay on the couch to watch TV
And ease my worried mind
Fell asleep with my love beside me
But imagine my surprise
I awoke with purple toenails
And mascara on my eyes!
“Sweetheart – you look sexy”
She said with girly-girl glee
“You may think I look nice” I shrieked
But Baby – it ain’t me!
I'm a sporty kinda gal, you see
I buy my clothes at Sears
Nothing fancy, you understand
But I was soon reduced to tears
My Hun-Bun decided to help me
Pulling blouses from the rack
With frills and lacy bows she launched
An all out fashion attack
Kumquat, you’ll look beautful
Try them on right now – you’ll see!
You may think they’re pretty, I whined
But Baby It Ain’t Me
You’re right - you're fine the way you are she cooed
Then kissed me on the mouth
I felt electricity from the top of my head
All the way down to the Deep South
I sighed a contented sigh
But then I started to squirm
Imagine my horror when I really awoke
With pink lipstick and a perm!
“Darling, you look fantastic
Surely you agree!”
“Will this nightmare ever end?” I moaned
Cause Baby It Ain’t Me!
It may be you
But Baby, it ain't me
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Copyright Corinne Curcio July 29, 2008
I had a lot of Beanie Babies
When they were in style
Those little dust collectors
Always made me smile
But there’s a very special one
With whom I’ll never part
Reminding me of when I was young
And dreams sang in my heart
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
I thought I’d search for fossils
Travel to distant lands
Excavating dinosaurs
Is what I’d always planned
But life had other ideas
Or maybe it was me
Why try to reach beyond my grasp
For what can never be?
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
The grownup is in charge now
But sometimes the child escapes
I sit astride his back
Flying over Cretaceous landscapes
And we glide…. we glide
When I see him on my shelf
I feel a little ache
Perhaps burying my dreams
Was a very big mistake
Can I dig them up again?
A paleontologist at last?
But do I really want to
Start sifting through the past?
Swoop the Pterodactyl
Watches over me
From atop his aerie
He’s carefree
And we glide, we glide....
This is actually a song
No one understand the things in my head
I need a release
I need a release
and once again I'm between a pencil and pen
I see the progression
It gets worse every day
I need to catch it
before it's the end
Flooded with emotions
I can't control
Destroy relationships
I long to keep
It's happening again
I wish I could stop it
At least this time
I can get help early
I happens the same time
in the same way
But only this time
it's 8 years apart
The panic
The depression
The anxiety
yet blocking the fear
Needing something
to keep me level headed
to work out everything
that's haunting me
There's a monster in my closet
I have yet to destroy
Lingering and leaving remnants behind
not letting me go
I'm fighting the two opposites
and I'm losing control
But this time I have a better support
I just need to hold on
The urge is there
I need to resist
breathe Corinne
breathe
A few more days
and you'll be on recovery back again
Just stop destroying
everything in your path
Allow the help
stop hiding
stop running
even though no one understands
No one can see the thoughts in my head
and it's hard to get them out
This is my only way
that's why I choose a pen
im just wrinting what comes to my head
Corinne Corinne Corinne Corinne
when i think of you i smile i laugh i look back
i think of how ridiculous you look in my over size hoodie
how cute you look with nikko
your ich dance at kohls
your huge smile when i make you laugh
the way your food can't touch on your plate and how you eat them one at time
your green eyes and how amazing they are when you look in mine
your hair and how much you care about it when it looks good whatever is done to it
how you skate on the ice of so graceful
how your so small and your truck so big
how you scream when i pick you up
how you fall when i tickle your side
how you look in the driver seat
how you look in the passeger seat
the way you say "heeaay"
when you dont laugh and say "that real funny"
when you say "really nick really"
when you get something and say your evil ha ha ha
the way you run away when i chase you
the way you can beat me up
the way you hug me and pull into you
the way you look up at me before we kiss
the way your lips hit mine the sound they make after
the way you say i love you
Form:
CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
Christmas stockings hung neatly in a row
The fire is casting a warm, cheery glow
The tree has now been trimmed to perfection
I sit here relaxed in great reflection
The number of stockings has grown o'er the years
Children and grandchildren added with joyful tears
No longer do they just read Dad and Mom
There's Rachel, Christy, Ginger, and Jon
There's Dwayne and Rob, Jason and Carra
Stephen, Corinne, Liam and Lanna
And then there's Aiden, but he's not the last
'Cause Carra's tummy is expanding real fast
Stockings for the pets are included in it all
They've been part of the family since they were small
But the most important stocking that you will see
Is for Baby Jesus – it's hung on the tree
It's there to remind us of His fateful plight
Death on a cross – He died without fight
His stocking is empty – as is His grave
Because it is we He died to save
So when you hang all your stockings, include Him
Then Christmas will be more joyful, and never grim
And we'll be ever mindful that Jesus is the reason
That we thankfully celebrate each Christmas season
Curtis Moorman
5 November 2011
The Reckless Sleeper
Copyright July 16th 2009 Corinne Curcio
A dream - the landscape
Rambunctious subconscious
Plays hide and seek with your soul
You look for clarity
A crumb of charity
Something to swallow whole
But those in the know look backwards
Light a candle and brighten the sky
The mirror within offers a view
Reckless Sleeper explains it all for you
Dada is ca-ca
And they all agree
Don la chapeau without care
Surrealists love
The trickery of
Art as a farce laid bare
And those in the know look forward
Eat an apple or bake in a pie
The mirror within offers a view
Reckless Sleeper explains it all for you
Twirl me around, Rene Magritte
Pas de deux on the Rue de la Paix
Let's glide down the Seine
Lift your umbrella again
I think it might rain today
And those in the know look sideways
Tie a bow on a bird – watch it fly
The mirror within offers a view
Reckless Sleeper explains it all for you
Based on the painting "The Reckless Sleeper" by Rene Magritte
http://www.tate.org.uk/collection/T/T01/T01122_9.jpg
Dancing Star
Precious child – Dancing Star -
I created no other star like you;
Precious light your restless feet
Ran across Heaven’s blue;
A rising, shooting star in the midnight soared
You reached up to seek for Heaven’s door.
Precious child you graced the sky
With your fiery glow;
Other stars saw your beauty
But this I wanted you to know
No darkness to overwhelm your light
I held you for all of your life.
Precious child – Dancing star -
How I longed to hear your voice
Welcome my love every day;
How I longed for you to know
I stood by your side, always,
Protecting your star’s light.
Precious child, return to me
I make you whole again.
Wake from darkness.
Wake from sleep.
Now wake up in my light
With eternity in your eyes.
Oh, precious child
Come dance with me through eternity,
No longer waiting to dance with you,
To fill you with my light -
Now, dance with me past the night,
Dance with me in the light.
Come child, dance with me!
Corinne, you took your light from the world too soon.