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You know what my heart wants to say
Let my mouth find the right words
don't allow me to utter something Lord
completely absurd
let the words out of my mouth
be acceptable in Your sight
Lord anchor my tongue
allow me to articulate just right
You know my heart Lord
please temper my tone
let me not say something
that might get overblown
let the words out of my mouth
be acceptable in Your sight
Lord anchor my tongue.
allow me to articulate just right
You know my heart Lord
for I surrendered it to You
You know my heart Lord
as I walk in Your truths
You know my heart Lord
for I acquiesced to you my soul
You know my heart Lord
because it was You who made it whole
let the words out of my mouth
be acceptable in Your sight
Lord anchor my tongue
allow me to articulate just right
too often we speak
without thinking first
too often we say things
that are unrehearsed
not realizing our words
can be misconstrued
not realizing we may
come off as being rude
let the words out of my mouth
be acceptable in Your sight
Lord anchor my tongue
allow me to articulate just right
You know my heart Lord
You know I mean no harm
Lord, let the words I speak
come off with a measure of charm
let the words out of my mouth
be acceptable in Your sight
Lord anchor my tongue
allow me to articulate just right.
You know my heart Lord
You know what I want to say
may the words out of my mouth
be like the words I used to pray
Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes
Her sweet loving nature was a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of gold
A one-in-a-million type girl
Honoured by her friendship and dear sweet love
Fortunate to have met this charmer
Would sure love to spend a couple of evenings
Talking, some nights in the parlour
Hearing sweet tales bout these elderly folks
Their long and interesting lives
Tales of a joy with their dear loving families
Loving husbands and dear sweet wives
For some, their memories are all they have left
Abandoned, forgotten and alone
Such a sad and unhappy way to end a life
Golden years can be overblown
So if you have folks tucked away in a home
Please visit these precious dears
One day you'll also be thankful for those visits
Talking about your bygone years
Know a sweet lady who was once a nurse
In a home for retired folks
A perfect personality to take care of the aged
Such tender caring she evokes
Her sweet loving nature is a perfect match
They must have really adored her
A tender loving soul with a heart of gold
A one-in-a-million type girl
Honoured by her friendship and dear sweet love
Fortunate to have met this charmer
Would sure love to spend a couple of evenings
Talking, some nights in the parlour
Hearing sweet tales bout these elderly dears
Their long and interesting lives
Tales of a joy with their dear loving families
Loving husbands and dear sweet wives
For some, their memories are all they have left
Abandoned, forgotten and alone
Such a sad and unfortunate way to end a life
Golden years can be overblown
So if you have folks tucked away in a home
Please visit these precious dears
One day you'll also be thankful of those visits
Talking about your bygone years
© Jack Ellison 2014
In the realm where indigo flames are chased by the whims of wind,
The horizons have learned to spare my soul the thread of pain.
For the first time, of love I croon, a minstrel's virgin strain,
From tempests of discord, I retreat, in tranquility's refrain.
This inaugural chant of love, echoes pure without disdain,
For I swear off the brawl, in love's gentle domain.
Where once I stood, a rust-worn grove, static, stark, alone,
Rushing to women and vodka's call, a raucous, rampant drone.
No more do I crave the bitter swig or the gambler's eager tone,
To squander life on trivial plays, in reckless zest overblown.
The thirst has waned for liquid vice, and from dice's call I've flown,
The mirth of wasteful life is lost; to sober thought I've grown.
In silence vast, it's enough to gaze, upon your lofty eye's domain,
To watch the sky in your orbs dance, and forget all former bane.
And by your side, to forget the past, that you may never again roam,
That in the face of bygone shadows, you'll find with me a home.
Erasing every trace of yesteryears, that you may never by your leave,
No other's call shall you heed, in this new magic weave.
You tread so lightly, my precious smile, if your heart but knew the void,
How a rogue can love with fervent zeal, by fierce passion overjoyed.
How a libertine, once untamed and wild, can become so demure and coy,
His heart can surge in dutiful tide, a reverent, tender employ.
To fathom a reprobate's tender care, and see him humbly deploy,
The love that in his depths were hid, now in sunlight's gleam and joy.
The tavern's lure, forever lost, would evade my restless feet,
Poetry's verse would mean naught if your cold arms were my retreat,
And if I could touch those frost-kissed arms, and your autumnal hair so sweet.
Let me feel the chill of your embrace, fall's flowering guise complete,
To know the softness of your skin, in the fallen leaves' deceit,
As if touching the season's finale bloom, so delicate, so fleet.
Eternally I'd follow you upon this Earth's expanse,
Distance would shift to trivial space, with each tender glance.
For the first love I sing a tune, a soft, untried advance,
From the tempests of old I part my way, giving peace a chance.
Again, of love, a newfound song - with sweet, melodious cadence,
First time away from strife I sway, in love's echoing resonance.
(Verse 1)
Money, ya' went away
Lost my old job, no more pay...I'm not OK
Money, they took my stash
They grabbed my cash with both hands and left me trash
(Disdain)
New car gone, one more daisy-dream
Think I might need a good head team
(Verse 2)
Money, won't ya' come back
I'm dyin' here, Uncle Sam fleeced my whole sack
Money, I could spit
Don't give me that overblown deficit
(Disdain)
I'm in a low-fidelity, low class ramblin' wreck
And I think I need to just...GET OUT
(Sad Sax Solo)
(Guitar Nomo)
(Verse 3)
Money, I hope they die
Stole unfairly, and took every slice of my pie
Money, come what may
Clings to the roots of evil each day
(Disdain)
Because you asked for a raise
It's no surprise their eyes dulled from hazy daze
Ouchy:
A haze, for days, a daze
A haze, a daze, for days, a haze
Pow
A daze, Pow
Ow, Ow
No more, OW
Ooh-Ow, Ooh-OW
No more, No More
Wham, Bam, Pow
Mama, Mama, Mama, OW
Dude, No More
Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Please No More
***
(Spoken Ouchy)
Wah, but I was in the right
Wah, but still I cry every night
Wah, oh I'm such a sorry sight
WAH, they caught me with a left and a right, left wheezin' and bleedin' and bruisin'
OUCH
Why won't someone do somethin'
Can't recall, I'm always drunk most of the time
Now, I just keep yellin' and screamin'
I can't go number 2
I keep askin', why it wasn't comin' out
My bowels are infected
Doc, I keep yellin' and screamin', tell me why it's not comin' out,
It worked when I was 57
He gave it a heavy KAPOW, and neutered my pooter
Making it known in the twilight zone,
an unknown, error-prone player reached a milestone
using follicle stimulating hormone
to produce a phytohormone clone of Alicia Silvestone
honed from a fully grown breastbone and stray histones.
Above the wind blown ozone- a moss-grown millstone
the well known capstone of a milestone not foreknown.
Better known was Paula Poundstone
for taking growth hormone when fully grown
who could hold her own against the overblown overtone-
of reggaeton,
to win a starring role in Philosopher’s Stone,
You may think this poem is overblown
An alphabet kaliedophone.
A mining of words that are super unknown
And bemoan its pretentious overtone.
A poem that’s nothing but shadow and stone
Contrived to tickle your funny bone.
You can see, yet you do not see
A hole, where a heart should be
You can hear, but do not heed
The screams and cries of those that bleed
Can speak, but are strangely quiet
Oblivious to the disquiet
You can clearly see the discrimination
But are programed by the oppressors narration
Your humanity has turned to stone
Your hatred of the oppressed way overblown
“They are a different faith. Their colour isn’t right.
They are the enemy we have to fight”
You’re taught they are evil, your side is always right
Is it right? That people are harmed?
The child, the father, the mother, sister or brother
Who these tyrants say are bad, so they kill and smother
Beleaguered and desperate, they had arisen
Millions now sealed in an dilapidated prison
and still their homes and land being forcibly stolen
These unfortunate wretched people
The world has left alone and broken
Your logic, “the invaded should sit and take it,
We are justified to kill and maim as we see fit,
Slay all who oppose us, scare them straight,
How dare they fight for liberty,
They should just accept their fate,
If to the occupation they don’t submit,
Stamp them into the ground, defiance we can’t permit”
The women, the children, the men, and the old
All a viable target, a fictional tale can later be told”
What can be done? Pause. Let go of hate, Just a fraction
Give peace a chance, stop the territorial expansion
Split the land and each to his own
Let go of the loathing, leave each other alone
Just stop the killing, every life is dear
Better to live in peace than in fear
(just my thoughts, your free to disagree)
Now rest your weary eyes,
For the long day is through.
You sought a golden prize,
Under skies of azure blue.
The pebbles in the sand,
Were the riches to seek.
Born of this fertile land,
Panned from a crystal creek.
Many months you did toil,
By the sweat of your back.
While your skin would broil,
And your joints would crack.
Brought wealth beyond your dreams,
Able to write a hefty check.
And even sadly as it seems,
Placed a weight around your neck.
Atop your ivory tower,
With your ego overblown.
Chose to leverage your power,
Which left you all alone.
The eulogy of your time,
What a predictable shame.
Your funeral so sublime,
But not a soul ever came.
On an ancient sea cave wall appeared a drawing,
of a tribal leaf clad pair awash with eros.
Fingers, hearts and hands in swirling patterns,
chronicle their wonder world enchantment.
Deep blue eyes that eerily engage,
another’s longing send a shiver.
Red tinted headdress overblown,
tingling charcoal member’s sensual form.
Creepy atmospherics, hollow sounding echoes,
phantom drip-drop puddles only,
whet my sense of wonder.
Goose pimples from the union of another age,
mills and boon back dated,
mirror on the past beyond imaginings,
well outside the compass,
of our gadget-ridden zeitgeist.
Me, unshrinking era gazer peered,
for other clues and likely plots.
Happily a haunting ever after caught my eye
(translated)-
“This picture tells a story for all time.
Our secret lies within the lines we scrawl.”
NB Reflections on a civilisation that has passed.
Once I walked with head held high,
Convinced I knew what life meant,
I held fast to all my beliefs,
With an ego that wouldn't relent.
But then came a moment,
That changed everything inside,
A realization struck me hard,
And with it, my old self died.
I saw the world in a new light,
One that I had never known,
And suddenly all that I believed,
Felt foreign and overblown.
I felt a shift in my heart,
As if it were breaking apart,
And in that moment of pain,
I knew a new start.
For though I'd lost my bearings,
And my ego was brought low,
I saw the world in a new way,
And my heart began to grow.
I learned to listen to others,
To accept their thoughts and fears,
And in that newfound empathy,
I found a way to truly care.
So though I may have lost my way,
And my heart was torn apart,
I found a new beginning,
With a change of heart.