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8/25/17
From here to over yonder
Come hell or high water
Before, during and after the dog days of summer
Standing out like no other
Showing my true colors
No one I need to convince
I drink like a fish
Not a myth
Eversince
It's
Been hit
And miss
Holy s***
Good intent
Was always meant
So please excuse my french
Too many
Showing envy
Involved in a feeding frenzy
Going for broke
Won't
Be looked at as a joke
With my own style
Going to go the extra mile
In order to make it more worthwhile
A lot of people high on the hog
It's rather odd
Just like the concept of god
I want much more than one..night of passion
I want our dreams and desires to come true
I want each memory, to be beyond our belief
That’s what I want...with you
That’s what I want
That’s what I need
From the first time I met you, I believe
You changed my whole world
You are my soulmate girl
That’s what I want with you
You make me see that life... is worth living
You’ve been a rock when I’m on..sinking sands
What you must understand, is I’m your biggest fan
I’ll forever want.. you girl
You’re what I want
You’re what I need
Let me show you complete.... ecstasy
I wear my heart on my sleeve, let me make you complete
That’s what I want with you
Come hell or high water, I’ll be here
We’ve missed years and what a price we have paid
It’s never seemed right, without your kiss goodnight
I’ve always wanted you girl
You’re what I want
You’re what I need
Let me show you complete.... ecstasy
I wear my heart on my sleeve, let me make you complete
That’s what I want with you
I wear my heart on my sleeve, you make me complete
You’re what I want.... in this world
You’re what I want in this...world
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
In the heat of a passionate encounter
Do you ever stop and think
“Wonder what's for din-din?”
Seems all our thoughts and energy
Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak
So much so that it feels like our head will explode
Then that indescribable moment
When the trumpets blow
And a band of angels start singing, “Hallelujah!”
Are we interested in who won the big game last night
Or the political situation in Kazakhstan
Well I can surely tell you here and now
Because at that indescribably moment of joy
I REALLY don't give a poop!
The building could come collapsing down around me
I'm intent on finishing what I started
Come hell or high water
Did you ever stop and wonder
What's for din-din tonight?
© Jack Ellison 2014
They called him Lawrence of Neasden
And he dressed in Khaki shorts
And he always rode a camel
Which he kept in his car port
Oblivious to the glances
Of the people passing by
He solemnly rode his mount
And he always wore a tie
He knew he had a mission
Was ready for the call
Though quite what it was
He’d really no idea at all
So he kept himself in condition
Led a blameless model life
Denied himself the joys
Of a family and a wife
When the human race required it
He was primed and ready to serve
You could see in his steely glance
He was a man of drive and nerve
And the people could sleep soundly
Even though they didn’t really know
Come hell or high water
Lawrence was ready to go
Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?
Come hell or high water the line he marched toward
To head off the charge that the foe would make
He chastened himself, urged his tired feet forward
Cruel sun with no mercy his uniform baked
He saw them ahead, and he started to run
Heart's chamber pounding, he stepped up his pace
But footsteps unsure, his plan came undone
Deep gashes and bruises covered his face
I spied him a moment too late, I'm afraid
Smoke cleared and he lay on the ground, so still
The shots that had felled him whistled 'betrayed'
The specter of death did my vision chill
(Yet) one thing I'll recall forever that night
Those lifeless eyes asked me if I was alright
Into the shadow of me is where I lie
Always searching for the light
I am the darkness that radiates
Come hell or high water I find a way
To stay hidden
Far away
I the shadow of what was never to be
Part of the ground for you all to step on
It's a race againist time to be 6 feet darker then ever before
There's no shame in giving up
When the fight seems to always be a losing war against me
How things implode how they cascade down beyond all control
When it seems the lowest point is everyday
I've tried to flick the switch of change
To a brighter forever
But it all seems to fade
Like a ship without a course
I let it all coast into the coast of jagged moments
As the shipwreck of lost goals spreads accross my ocean of disgrace
The waves ever crashing but never eroding how I am feeling about this shadow of me
It's almost surreal to be here now pitch black
Surrounded by darkness and chaos
But when this is all over and I wake to see
Sometimes the darkness can show you a light
Can make you see not everything that is light will end in darkness you just have to follow the shadows and embrace the fear.
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
(“Pantheism Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
People come in all shapes and sizes
But in my experience
There are basically only two types;
Sheep and goats.
Now everyone knows
Sheep go to heaven and goats go to hell,
But pretty much you are what you are
And can only pretend otherwise for so long.
Of course the heaven of sheep
Is nothing more than a nice green pasture
Fenced in and patrolled by a big dog
While the hell of a goat
Is a rocky knoll, with a nice view
And no body to disturb him.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll take the rocky knoll
Without its vaccinations or public school indoctrination
Any day, and any way
Come hell or high water.
After all, I know how to climb and swim
And living free or dying
Isn’t a choice
But a statement of fact.
Now that I think of it
I can understand where the sheep are coming from
And that safe little pasture down there
Sure looks nice,
But wait, isn’t that the mobile slaughter truck
Coming up their drive now…
(10/4/25)