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Do I believe in conspiracy theories?
Do I believe that powerful people would get together regularly,
and plan certain outcomes that would benefit them exclusively?
Do I believe that powerful interests would operate unlawfully,
and even kill people possibly?
Do I believe that secret government agencies,
might on occasion feel the need,
to assassinate someone and cover it up covertly?
Naaah!
I believe that everything in America and the world is open for all to see,
and that powerful people always play by the rules religiously,
for the benefit of everybody.
* NOTE: The conclusion above was stated sarcastically.
No tickee, no washee
You pay as you go
There are no free rides
As everyone knows
Yet some people try
Their gol' darn best
To beat the system
Get ahead of the rest
Like everyone else
They must play by the rules
Do they think we're all
Just a bunch of old fools?
To take advantage
Of us trusting souls
That way of thinking
Is all full of holes
Writing us off
Would be quite premature
We've still got the smarts
And that is for sure
We may appear stodgy
And slow to react
But years of experience
Has taught us the knack
Of dealing with shysters
And disreputable felons
These guys are operating
With screwed up melons
They'll get their comeuppance
One day down the road
When they meet their maker
And have to unload
And explain why they acted
So poorly down here
They won't have excuses
For not playing fair
Banished to purgatory
And left there forever
To never experience
Heaven's glorious weather
No tickee, no washie
A familiar old refrain
From the beginning of time
The rules are the same
Treat fellow beings
With love and respect
You'll get back in spades
The admiration you expect
© Jack Ellison 2013
Flamboyant swashes; flaming crimson,
could be my face, as the flyswatter-hand
could impress such lettering upon my cheek.
so I
severed the crescent-angel of my imagination,
dashed my dreamy cursive, expunged the end;
held my breath as I curtailed the honey-alphabet.
Nun in black,
giving me grief, exacting ruler teeth, measuring
the letter of the law; curtains to poetic strength.
Who was I to think
outside the parochial box. Couldn’t she,
who dangled rosary beads,
have at least
decisively
have added,
“My! My! Isn’t that pretty! You will make a great poet
one day, but today, dear one, you must play by the rules.”
Snap! Crack! My knuckles are raw.
They meet my mom’s gaze. We laugh.
In my time, the penguins
wouldn’t dare,
but dare
one did
to
bang the elementary school kid,
his head, against the classroom door
frame. famed…defamed…sorry for him.
He probably didn’t tell
his mom and dad.
We didn’t
back then.
This was only one educator…
the rest were fairly nice. Unfair
to dice my letter, mold it, conform it.
Perhaps that is why
I
interchange cursive and printing
as I take note
of the world at large
and
the small people that live on a ledge
eyeing letters and ledgers
with eagle-eyed veracity.
Verifiably insane,
the pinch
of my pen,
in the grip of Sister Pain-in-the-Neck.
Feverish,
with fanciful letters,
alpha-betcha-soup, heterodox-ical, complexities
with outlier formatting. I
will pull out from the alphabetical wolf pack,
hungry for a feast
of flippant snippets. Do my teachers
toss in their graves? I
think not. They just lie
in a box, just so.
I set the game up.
I lost the only love I’ve ever known.
I never learned to play by the rules,
I had to learn them on my own.
I planted seeds in a garden
That was never mine.
In my mind, I watered it alone.
And now I watch as the flowers die.
Because they are all overgrown.
Now you know all of my demons,
And you can call them by my name.
Your eyes can see right through me,
Clouded by my shame.
I feel like a scared child running through a maze.
Frightened by the echoes of your voice
Calling out my name.
Each step you take to me
Makes me want to run away
You are holding up a mirror to all of my mistakes.
They say don’t chase.
Love should come easy.
But I’ve been standing here waiting,
Hoping that he sees me.
Now all of the signs point to, “she’s crazy.”
As you run to someone new.
I drown in the silence
As my lips are turning blue.
I thought I had my guard up
But somehow you broke through.
I never needed you to save me
But what if you do?
I’ll go back to my defenses
And paint the walls a shade of maroon.
I’ll stay grounded in my temple
And whisper my wishes to the moon.
Were you collecting pieces of my soul
Just to watch me bleed?
Now all of my scars are open
And I watch you as you leave.
"Deep Duet"
When I write I feel my fingers tapping keys
In my mind they are stroking black notes and ivory
You are sitting with me
Place your warm hands on mine
“Metronome”, you whisper
Warm breath on my neck close behind
“But there are rules”, I say
I lean back into you
Time to move in tempo
We are deep duet
He colours my world
Intermezzo
Keys
Love Notes
Sharp
Accidentals
White and Black
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
"Love is like playing the piano, first you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart".
"An accidental, in music theory, is a musical notation that is used to raise or lower the pitch of a note. There are a handful of accidentals - sharps, flats, naturals, double sharps, and double flats. In piano, when an accidental precedes a note, it tells the pianist to play a different note from the original."
Lyrics/Let Me Love You - Peter Murphy
https://genius.com/Peter-murphy-let-me-love-you-lyrics
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.
There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.
The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.
I understand we Earthlings
Seek order amongst things
An analogy with ants
Their mother wears the pants
Yet nothing parasitic
Clips her subjects ticket.
Her warriors die in battle
Not like docile cattle
Falling for a social nest
Not some pointless quest
Like double you em-dee’s
Not hidden overseas.
A faceless nation employs
Children it then deploys
With guns in hands to arid lands
Where blood stains sun-baked sands
Shaded by whose banner, oh Queen
Who lives a life so serene?
With soldiers to secure your soil
Leeching off the workers toil
Trusting to an aged tradition
Of using fear to condition:
All contributions clipped!
All clip-evaders whipped!
“But everyone’s the same,”
I hear, “…it’s just a game!”
You know we’re not just ants
Or homicidal sycophants!
Ok, let’s play by the rules,
But not those writ by fools!
Why don’t they teach you in school
all the different ways of people
the narcissists need to control
their treatment that turns cold
the manipulators need to hold
separating heart from soul
We do not see evil deeds until it is our time to bleed
the tricksters lies to deceive, the rule book they will never read,
emotional blackmail or coercion killing the dream of the person
the tattletales fictional version always depicting who is the worse one
Because those who don’t play by the rules
don’t stop until you’re miserable
teaching what’s not taught in school
so you learn after the fall
Mental health is on a scale
success as easy as the fail
yet with no method to tell
behaviour heading straight for Hell
so in this world made of people
we cannot detect what’s lethal
taught things which we have no need for
psychology is what we should teach more
Armour up our mental health
protecting us from someone else
just some knowledge there to help
so we see evil deeds in stealth
A radar to protect oneself
armed to save our mental health
I was open minded and accepting of people,
honest and hopeful, kind and helpful,
living in the moment unplanned and peaceful.
My intentions were good yet I'd stand up to evil,
confident natured when challenged by egos,
I didn't pass judgement and treated all equal,
except for the weirdos with whom I'd be lethal.
I didn't look at people and think I was better,
I didn't look at people and think I was lesser,
but sadly I learned that people will compete,
I didn't make competitions yet still they repeat.
I was about understanding why you were upset,
manipulators were the ones I would get,
who took advantage without any regret,
creating victims but never in their debt.
I appear unaware but I'm tuned into lies,
I don't need to hear them I see it in the eyes,
it's from close observation that I recognise,
there's too much activity going on in the mind.
You're not calling on a memory from a moment in time,
you're creating this entity and fitting it in line,
your brain shows you memories you don't use your eyes,
but when you create things there's need to visualise
I'm the target targeted all of the time,
they try to outsmart me and socially climb,
but repeating means practice and I detect the signs,
I move one step ahead appearing one step behind.
With honour I'll take on the one on one,
but I know now face to face isn't for some,
I play by the rules that aren't for everyone,
they go behind your back growing obsession,
the sinister armed with just this one weapon,
so when they get you they don't do it for fun,
and they got me before I knew to get them,
defeated before I knew what would happen.
And that's why I'm now someone rejecting of people,
because sometimes there's no way of noticing evil,
I wont again be damaged by those weak and feeble,
but I know if I see them I'll do something illegal
Ever pretend you were not feeling well
Just to take a day off from school?
You say your tummy has very bad pains
You think you have everyone fooled?
Well listen to me young whipper snappers
You didn't invent this old ploy
Kids have been doing it for dozens of years
Mothers know, no matter how coy
Best thing to do is play by the rules
It will surely pay off in the end
You'll grow up and make a ton of money
Get married and have lots of friends
I've even tried it myself once or twice
I've never been so nervous and scared
I vowed I would never try it again
You'll feel yucky my friend, be prepared
The moral I guess is pretty darn obvious
Be honest and true to the end
If you play the game fairly and by the rules
You'll wind up a winner my friend!
©Jack Ellison 2012