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Have you ever been made to feel ???
That you are a ghost, the invisible man, while within a group.
Do you find some stepping on your ideas?, walking on your words?,
ignoring your attempts to contribute to the conversation???
Did it start in childhood, children are to be seen, not heard?
Carried into a school system where individuality was stifled.
Then into adulthood, on the job, a sheep among the flock.
Do as I say, not as I do, you may know more but I am the boss.
Your thoughts, your ideas, your feelings withering on the vine,
bearing not but stagnant, rotting, fruitless words, ideas, feelings.
For some, not interested in hearing, not interested in listening
to what you have to say, to contribute, your words suppressed,
silenced by those egos who pounce upon the subject, your words
leaving their pray dangling upon a rope, noose around your essence, strangling the life out of your words, your ideas, feelings, your soul.
If so, fear not!, their ignorance, their egos, they have to live with.
B. J. “A” 2
May 10th, 2023
I went to a monster party,
At Castle Frankenstein;
With lots of food and spirit,
The fun kicked off at nine
Ol' Frankie did the robot,
I stepped to a jitterbug;
The floor began to quake,
We really cut the rug!
I moved on to a sexy witch,
We slid across the room;
I broke down in a two-step,
While dancing with her broom
I was jammin' to the Charleston,
The Werewolf joined in too;
Igor failed to fight the beat,
He danced without a clue
Dracula did the tango,
I boogied with the Bride;
The Mummy looked bewildered,
As we did the electric slide
I tap danced on a table,
Three zombies did the same;
I stripped down to my boxers,
They shouted out my name!
Jekyll was rather classy,
Wielding his futile pride;
When the music struck within,
He turned to Mr. Hyde!
The chandelier was shaking,
Skeletons hit the floor;
I danced to a rumba,
The crowd was wanting more!
Everything was peachy,
Oh what a beautiful night;
Along came the Invisible Man,
And started an awful fight!
He squeezed the Bride's booty,
Other ladies felt the same;
And when the dust had settled,
Guess who took the blame?!
Off went the music,
So long to our fun;
I had no other option,
But to tuck my tail and run!
Those who partied with me,
Were raising such a chatter;
The crowd was crying out,
"Put his head on a platter!!"
I aroused the little lady,
To an ear-piercing scream;
Hallelujah for a nightmare,
It was just an awful dream
Was it really just a dream?
A thought raced through my head;
"Honey, I have a question",
"Why's that witch hat on our bed?"
Hi, I’m young, I want to belong,
I come from the school of hard knocks.
So I stamp my tag, wherever I want,
On the side of the shipping train box.
Hi, well, I’m the unemployed artist,
With a political agenda display.
I leave it in all noticeable spots,
With a large cardboard stencil and spray.
Yeah, hi, umm, good to meet you,
I’m the neurotic office clerk.
And, by day at the office, I create little stickers,
That I stick up on signs, after work.
Hey guys, I’m the invisible man,
My blockbusters aren’t meant to be small,
When I leave them all over the side,
On the biggest brick grandiose wall.
These are the folks alive in our jungle,
They’re our modern surviving Tarzan,
Graffitying, in colour, what can’t be said,
Their ideas, our youth with spray can.
Invisible presence
Alone here, in this crowded room...
Stars and starlets all around me,
An invisible man without a clue,
No one even knows my name
If I leave, nothing here would change
Alone here, in this star filled place
I wonder, what I did to get me here...
Empty stares leave without a trace,
I could get up and walk away,
I'm an invisible man anyway!
Chorus
Why do I feel, so invisible?
I don't care, no, I don't care!
Their haughty eyes with their shallow stares
I don't care, no, I don't care!
Alone here, gazing at these stars,
but, when they look, they look right through me
They won't show who they really are
A humble man in a pride filled place
When they look, they can't see my face
Chorus
Why do I feel, so invisible?
I don't care, no, I don't care
Their haughty eyes with their shallow stares
I don't care, no, I don't care
repeat chorus fade
John Derek Hamilton
February 20,2017
I am the Lord thy God,
the invisible man living way up in the clouds,
watching every move you make, alone or mixed in crowds.
I see everything you do, every minute, every day,
and I’ve written ten commandments that you must obey.
And if any of my commandments you decide you won’t pursue,
I’ve built a special little place reserved especially for you.
A furnace full of fire, brimstone stacked to the sky,
torture tuned to maximum for when you disobey or lie.
You’ll spend eternity down there, in agony and misery…
But remember —
through all the pain, the flames, the suffering eternally?
I still love all of you, unconditionally.
Venus de Milo gave up the banjo
She left the band with the Invisible Man
Never had a leg to stand on, stand on
Saw Galileo hanging with J-Lo
Singing "Life On Mars" out under the stars
Lead guitar was Marlon Brando
Hey, there's you and me
Happy as clams, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
Nikola Tesla on his electric Vespa
With Hedy Lamarr down Sunset Boulevard
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, lonely
Poor Buddy Holly ain't got nobody
Pretty Peggy Sue found somebody new
Guess he lost his one and only
Hey, there's you and me
Baby makes three, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
An ominous sky like in the end of time
A murder of crows in a field of roses
Fallen angels far from Heaven, Heaven
Then came the rain and washed away the pain
And the sky turned blue, full of red balloons
As the lemon sun was setting
Hey, there's you and me
Growing old, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
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Devoid of all substance and matter
I am empty to the core
Cold and vacant are my eyes
My soul resides in me no more
Love and desire have vacated my heart
And my will and hope have fled
Any thoughts of joy or happiness
No longer fill my head
Drained of all feeling and emotion
All that’s left is an empty shell
My tears have dried, my voice has gone
I’m now unable to cry or yell
My spiritual existence has ended
And left me completely hollow
If my courage hadn’t left me long ago
I would let my mortal life follow
Indistinguishable from the nothingness
I am the darkness’s biggest fan
As I am now resigned to be
Just another invisible man
Dancing by myself
I remember,
the first time,
you put your hand in mine,
the same as you did,
ten thousand times later
I remember,
that first dance
at our wedding...
oh so many years ago,
with our friends and loved one's
watching and smiling
and crying tears of joy for us
I remember,
my arm around your waist,
and we were swaying to the music
underneath the stars,
in the moonlight
I remember,
seeing love's reflection...
as we gazed into each others eyes,
I remember,
feeling the solace,
comfort and the love in the dance
I remember,
each dress that you wore,
with each dance,
how perfectly it fit,
and how,
we too,
fit perfectly together
I remember,
the fragrance you wore,
with each dance,
oh... how I remember,
your touch,
your taste,
your yearning,
your passion
with each tango,
with each waltz
I remember,
your smile,
as you looked at me,
with that look of love,
that look...
that smile
is forever etched
in my mind and in my heart's memory
You are unforgettable to me...
even, as you fade away from me,
I am not even a memory...to you
I am the invisible man,
standing right in front of you,
and you have disappeared, vanished,
from view...
hiding in your own mind's reality
So now,
with tears
streaming down my face,
I put on the music,
and,
it soothes and comforts me,
as I dance by myself...
remembering...
you.
September 10,2017
Before knowing, he was turned into an invisible man
standing in the middle of a busy street.
Unmistakably, though his image reflected on the glass of the show
window no passersby noticed his presence or recognized him;
not even endowed him with the acknowledgement of his being.
All kinds of gestures he made to attract passersby did not work,
those heartless men come and go completely ignoring him.
He pleaded from his troubled mind,
he beckoned to them affectionately,
but no one stopped or turned their face to appreciate his being.
One day, he left the city full of disgusting men for the country
to soothe his weary heart and to enjoy the field’s and garden’s
natural beauty.
He was not an invisible man there, the curious minded children
surrounded this stranger and followed. He smiled and waved to
the children for joy, but they, instead of welcoming him,
picked up stones and threw them at him for fun.
He exclaimed for them to quit their mischievous behavior
immediately. And as he cried, their parents came crowding
and scolded him for blaming their children. They attacked him,
then picked up stones bigger than the children’s and threw them
at him.
When his forehead ripped his heart torn to pieces, and when his
back snapped in two his wound opened to bleed. The heartless stones,
nonetheless, kept flying at him.
He cried to god for help
because he could not take this cruel treatment any longer,
but god did not respond to his cry just like the apathetic men
who came and went ignoring him. He was the invisible man who
was even rejected by god who is supposed to be accepting every soul
and, to take everyone’s stretched hands to comfort them;
he was the man who is condemned to the limit, hence anyone may
kill him if they so desire but his body is not qualified for a sacrificial
object to god; he was visible but not visible to everyone’s eyes,
he was the man who thought he existed, yet never has existed.
Charlie Norton has expanded
Ever since his work was seen
And favourably commended
By an Equerry to the Queen
He’s added Panto Dames instruction
With an optional modular course
For white faced clown technique
And lead end Panto Horse
This coupled with existing stuff
Has pushed his venture to the fore
And Charlie’s mind is working
On this and so much more
He’s been invited to the Palace
Where he had a spot of lunch
With Charlie Windsor and Camilla
And others of the royal bunch
The Prince’s trust approves
Of Charlie and his scheme
And opened him an off shoot
In deepest trendy Cheam
And it is rumoured seriously
That the Queen’s old man
Wants to learn to tap dance
In pumps and Coat of Astrakhan
Life is so exciting at Charlie’s
School of Armoured Acting Parts
And Charlie is considered
To be a man of many arts
It says By Appointment
Over the front door
Can any theatre school
Realty want for more
But not resting on his laurels
Charlie has a further plan
In providing correct training for
Portrayal of The Invisible Man
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