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"I'm bored!" I told my mother
as she stood there washing dishes.
She told me, "Go clean your room,"
but that's not what I wanted to do.
"Momma, that sounds boring—
not much fun at all."
She promptly answered,
"Then vacuum down the hall."
I stomped my foot and shouted,
"No way! Not today!
I want a new adventure!"
How can it be, with all her years,
she has no great ideas?
So I asked her one more time
for something fun to do.
Craving something more,
I said once again,
"I want a new adventure!"
My mother sighed, our conversation over.
Exasperated, she exclaimed,
"I'm not your cruise director!"
Big momma, turn on,
throw that switch to grow;
big momma, big momma turn on,
and let your waters flow:
you know you’ve got to show the circle
the way you move so fast and slow.
Hot poppa, stretch strong,
coverin’ the land and sea;
hot poppa, hot poppa stretch strong,
makin’ ev’ ry thing you see:
you know your momma’s gonna hold you
like the oak roots hold the tree.
Sweet sister, fly high,
and sing away the night;
sweet sister, sweet sister fly high,
like a starry silver kite:
you know your momma and your poppa
are gonna hold your strings real tight.
Little brother, sleep soft,
they’re watchin’ over you:
little brother, little brother sleep soft,
you know it’s all been done for you:
and when you surface from the night time
your dreams will shine on you.
E. L. E. K. T. R. A.
the spring had come and gone
the summer song was sung
autumn dragged its feet
and winter brought defeat
her momma was a snitch indescribable
papa wasn't rich but he loved her so
'never a pretty girl
not even in her prime
hatred borne of envy
corrupted heart and mind
oppressed by the wealthy and the beautiful
there never was a grafter with less to show
here's a face that you know
bouncing off the window pane
you don't have to be told that
never will you ever be the same
when learning to decieve
she'd always done her best
to come across as clever
detached n' unimpressed
her momma was a snitch, irresponsible
papa wasn't rich and he had to go
hear the clatter of feet
running through the dirty rain
she's tearing up the street, the
one constant in her life is pain
tell it like it is 'til the story hits home
papa wasn't rich but he loved her so
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My mother always told me
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"If your head wasn't attached, you'd lose that too"
Throughout my life, I was born to lose
Ever since I was able to walk; in shoes
At two years old, I lost my first toy
My momaa told me- "That's because you're a boy"
At three years old, I lost my first truck
My dadda told me- "You lost it...you're sh-t out a luck"
At five years old, I lost my first tooth
My brudder told me- "You look like a doof!"
At ten years old, I lost my first bike
My sisster told me- "To go take a hike"
At twenty years old, I lost my first job
My uncoo'l told me- "Can't you find something to rob"
At thirty years old, I lost my first wife
The preachaman told me- "To go get a new life"
At sixty years old, I'd lost my mind
(If all my loses were in a box full of loses)
Ya wanna know, what would be the first, I would hope to find
Sorry, too much time has been bought
I think I lost my thought
Can't we just fudge it?
I don't see a reason to budget.
I count each penny,
It all goes away!
Momma goes to the money tree.
I know its outside.
But how she gets it is beyond me.
I've searched and searched,
In the tulip bed.
Even trees that are taller than me!
Once a week Momma comes in,
Gives me an allowance I can spend.
Later that day,
I smile sweet as honey.
Can I have a bit more money?
Just an advance,
To carry me over to next week.
Momma says, " I know I gave you an allowance today.
What did you spend it on anyway?"
Well, the candy store was open,
I cannot tell a lie.
The book I bought,
Gives me lots of thought.
My friend and I went for burgers,
Or three.
Now I have nothing left,
For me.
Momma said, "You have an allowance,
Please make it last!
Budget your pennies,
Or go without any!
As I walked through the corridor of my mansion
To the far side in which my parents room was before they had passed,
I felt like I was being drawn into that area for some odd reason
My parents room has been left alone and still set up the same way it was before momma passed
I rarely enter the room because I cry every time I do
The only reason I entered this time was because the door was ajar
When I approached the door to push it open, before I could...
A breeze came through from the bedroom window and swung it open
I don't know why or even how the window was opened, it's been shut for years
I took two steps into the room when suddenly...
A cardinal flew onto the window sill
Chills ran through my veins and down my spine
My mother, momma...she loved cardinals
Again...I cried
Like when I was a toddler the LORD was there picking me back up and putting me back on my feet and HE said HE carried me like footprints in the sand and if I care to be greater than what I what I care to be I don't know I feel just so rare in me And why was they looking back on me I guess because they could never get the wrath they pulled the sword out and tried to stab me set in an ambush an blinded me and why was I trying to be a big balla when I had everything Momma helped me out so much then I give a lot of my trust and I thought I was going to make it but I got busted now I can't even rap about it can't even talk about it I guess I need to wrap it up and put it back up in the closet skeletons falling down everytime I look at it and I don't know where to look at I look under the bed and a monsters there
But tell me why would a monster care for anything that's responsible they taught me to be responsible for my actions from that accident realizing and providing that I'm on your mind and I'm refining it
When I say things like my momma did
When she was eighty years old
“He's so handsome, I can't believe my ears”
It's time for a home I'm told!
The train's already left the station, no doubt
You're left standing on the platform
Before you cash in your chips as they say
Someone feeding you will be the norm
Such little things like forgetting your choppers
Or getting on the bus without pants
Hearing people snickering behind your back
As down the crowded aisle you prance
Some things are a little unusual they say
Like communicating with the birdies
In a language only you and they understand
Or when with a mannequin you get flirty
Wish me luck on the last leg of my journey
Had a blast without any regrets
Sure couldn't have asked for anything better
My life was as good as it gets!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The R&R's of marvin, 1st rule you will go to sunday school and every sunday n' for goodness sake don't say I gotta headache. growing up in poppa marvin's world was a daily mindblower it seemed he was in a mode of raisin' us good and like I say-daily. he had a way of showing affection with each one of us and there was 10 of us. one day we's all in the front yard looking for daddy to come around the corner on his bicycle getting off from work, it was beautifully wicked, daddy comes around the corner and pulls up in the driveway and we all said it at the same time-we gotta car! daddy justa smiling knowing he once again did real well for his family, we all hopped into daddy's 1952 powerglide Chevrolet. I googled it-powerglide, 2 gear automatic. special events there was always an associated scent wit it, made for impressions. my special one on one event wit daddy I was the only kid he would let hop into mr. Hamilton's stinky cigar funeral car and ride down to the local radio station for the Hamilton's family hour and they would tell the listeners who they plan to bury that week. daddy would start the program singing: have I given anything today..impressions probably why I became a radio personality. poppa marvin, man that guy was special, we would go on these sunday school picnics to different places, I remember swimming way out in this pool and wow, an undercurrent in ah swimming pool! daddy was so cool he was right there and lead me to safety and he never mentioned it. I took many clues from daddy on how to treat a woman with his interactions with my momma gladys, one evening I hear momma in a very concerned tone-marvin let's go to our room we never argue in front of these children-another R of the R&R's of marvin, not only give counsel but take counsel. I loved growing up in the south wit my daddy he had good rules, the town I grew up in had good rules especially for teenagers we had some adult privleges real early. the day I looked at that highway patrolman wit this wide brim hat on his head as he handed me my north Carolina drivers license in my daddy's 1952 powerglide Chevrolet-I was only 13..i miss you poppa.
The die has been cast,
The mold has been poured.
And the heart has been hardened.....
Just like before.
Everybody wants what they can get, (and nothing else)
And everybody has their way of getting it.
(With or without a pulse)
And hey there Joe?
Where you going? (with that gun in your hand)
Ain’t no other wAy outta here.
(The joker is just another man)
The years go by.
And the faces they change.
But the masks they wear, and the song they sang,
Still remained the same.
And the names have been changed,
To protect those in the game.
Don’t look into the eyes of the lie. (you might go blind)
Did you just come to play? (or did you come here to die)
Can you face the sound of the truth?
Or will you turn yourself around?
And walk, straight into the night.
Or do you dare to face your pain,
And be consumed by the light?
Or are you..
(Revved up) like a deuce?
Revved up like a deuce.
Revved up? (like a deuce)
Just Running... in the night.
I never knew I could ever miss,
What I’ve never ever had.
So bad.