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It’s my therapy
Yet they never happen
It’s looking out and seeing nothing
Listening to music without a care
Crying and venting to emptiness
Being stuck in time while everything else races around
Trying to explain your silence
While being told to shut up
Because you “talk too much”
Late Night Drives are my escape
The escape from the constant battle in my head
Telling me that I’m not good enough
Saying I’ll never be pretty no matter how much makeup
Yelling at me to finally commit to the bit and end it
Late Night Drives
They help me clear my mind
But when they don’t happen
It races a thousand miles a minute
Listening to music without a care
Looking out and seeing nothing
Nothing but a trainwreck of words and emotions
Scared they will judge you
Judge you because of the music you play to cope
This fear would disappear
If Late Night Drives
Could make their way
Into this depression-filled life
Celebrity deaths can be bizarre
someone so close yet so far
the realisation hits you hard
yet they have no clue who you are
Meat Loaf sang to my youthful years
Sarah Harding sang with my peers
when the Queen died there were tears
and was Diana’s what it appears
Watching those planes hit those towers
the world as one witnessed those cowards
that massacre in the morning hours
then militaries became empowered
Next was London then Paris too
England crying unis avec vous
testing times bring out those true
voted Brexit but love E.U
Man United won the treble
Man City now at that level
the blue moon shines on the Red Devil
history books record those special
2003 England’s World Cup
‘66 yes please shut up
scandalous FIFA so corrupt
3 Lions always self destruct
We made football we made law
this island nation oh so small
conquerors of more than all
fighting giants not so tall
The history that we best remember
“On the beaches never surrender”
NATO nations all one member
all for one with one agenda
As we explore beyond the moon
machines on Mars out to Neptune
the News at 6 bringing gloom
AI Ukraine and monsoon
Covid Ebola and the climate
protesters who have never climaxed
trains crashes that left the tracks
deaths resort from knife attacks
YouTubers that speak to many
all done just to make some money
causing offence so nothing’s funny
can’t let meat reach your tummy
Notice now how kids have causes
blocking roads because they’re foolish
speaking without knowledge shortness
things we learned that no one taught us
Growing up I owned a tortoise
someone nicked it from its fortress
for its value seeking fortunes
never knowing what’s a porpoise
Random thoughts of simple sorts
sleeping nude no boxer shorts
the warmth of her who I will court
keep mingers the last resort
ugly ones say no thank you
get drunk and I guess you’ll do
wake up somewhere strange confused
run away cus she’s a moose
Handsome hand written and random
stopping once I’m paid a ransom
I’m not sure of that Charles Manson
singing songs written by Hanson
Folks living by the coast line
have been given an unpleasant evacuation order, not a warning,
" Evacuate immediately, Sandy is coming with rain
and strong gusts...some of you will refuse to leave town,
standing on the beach watching
the hurricane's four feet tides rise....are you insane? "
The concerned cop on the loud speaker says,
" Take what you can and hop in your car and head for
the Evacuation Center...there you'll be safe! "
Hesitation persists on their stubborn faces...
" Take your kids to a safer place, food and clothes will be available! "
An elderly woman screams, " Listen to him and go! "
I have seen a dozen storms, but hurricane Sandy is a vicious name!"
" Go, don't let any children shake and ramble! "
Randy has already hit the Jersey shore,
and slowing moving up to New York's Harbor;
another exodus from this Melting Pot
that once was struck by a terrorists' attack...
now, a Natural Disaster. " Sins of wicked people! "
That preacher on Third Avenue shouts while ringing a bell,
" Turn to God and He will not punish anyone anymore! "
" Shut up!" A punk smoking crack tells him..." Who's this God
whom you are talking about? Why is he so angry and uses the rod? "
I was His child, but today my master is the Devil! "
When hurricane Sandy comes, I won't be waiting for vicious killer winds,
be blown away as glass shatters and rooftops fall;
I will be safe in my home, praying for the ones in danger.
" Everyone listen and heed, hurricanes are no jokes...pack your belongings
and flee to safety! Isn't it life-threatening to all?"
I grab the car keys and off I go with uncombed hair.
Did you take your pills? SHUT UP I think in my mind, angry now.
Did MOM take her pills? Grandma, did you take your pills?
I am beginning to hate everyone who lives with me.
They act like I am a four-year-old. I TOOK THEM! I shriek at them.
Loudly.
So they will know
How irritated they have made me.
I am in a funk now.
Totally their fault.
Did I take those stupid pills?
I decide to wait until they to bed.
Did MOM take her pills?
Mom, did you take your pills?
I am so mad now it is a wonder fire does not come out of my mouth.
I would not take those pills now if they were magic pills.
I HATE these PEOPLE!
My mood is fierce.
I turn into a dragon and burn them all up.
3/10/15
Shut up, and grow up if you're a racist
I'll kick you with my Aasics
Then leave you inside the matrix
Because I'm so tired of seeing it on a daily basis
Especially after what happened to so many innocent natives
That were just trying to live and be creative
In a place that was more than spacious
Far too many were ungracious
Because they only cared about being famous
Within this vast space
The Earth spins at such a fast pace
But have faith
Even if you always wind up in last place
Being able to adapt makes
Better paths to take, or so the facts state
Even though some just care about their cash safe
And staying half baked
That's great
Because it makes them look even more like fat snakes
Like so many others from past dates
As the rest moving across the grass race
Over and beyond every one of the brass gates
Because of Columbus
I look at most of these holidays with reluctance
Since he murdered hundreds of thousands without justice
I will never celebrate the actions of someone cold blooded
He can eat a bullet from this musket
Before I make him really kick the bucket
I'd throw him from the top of the highest summit
And laugh while he was beginning to plummet
Ouch! What had I hit with my left hand, on that side of the bed?
It was my I-phone, who should have been in the kitchen instead.
What are you doing here? I asked her, in a stunned kind of way.
Shut up you Peon!” she shouted at me; I could see she did not play.
If you want me to work tomorrow, honor your password and all.
You’ll scoot your big rump over, said that rectangle shaped doll.
She played video games all through the night as I tried to relax.
I tossed and tried to dream, but couldn’t which was the facts.
Next night I slept on the couch; dog slept at my feet.
For the I-phone had kicked him out, by throwing some meat.
We were comfortable and toasty warm, and had a little fire.
But dog got his own I-phone so things could turn quite dire.
Pushed up from stomach's abyssmal pit
Choked off cries, constraint deformed
Packed with panic's punches
Right here where words are formed
Throat cords tightly gripped
Resistance rules my holding back
While mouth stammers mind blown shock
Fear sped thoughts fly blindly
Wild-eyed in disconnected space
Beneath pain's radar, dead-ends faced
Cant find escape through tiny slits
In self expression's cut free places
Stripped sounds,unreasoned, so distraught
I'm cramped, wrapped tight, shut up,
Curled up, gone again without a trace.
Mind flails blind at hidden threats
Going to die, my heart attacks me
Going to die, my only thoughts
Half- crazed, clownish acting out
Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe out...Slowly...
Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe out...Slowly...
I feel myself levelling out...Slowly...
Kindness holds keeled heart upright
Kind words rein me in, damp down fright
Caught unawares by calming help
Relief seeps through, soothing thoughts
Shifts gears back to lucid tracks,
Take it easy, take it easy, pressure's off
Life's plain sailing once again
Breath in, breathe deep, breathe out...Sigh...
03/06/2017.
All they want to do is like threat, threat, threat
and take your money,
They call and text like debt, debt, debt,
where’s my money?
They say, I’d say
you ought to pay,
today today,
sort it today!
I’ll get my guy to come to yours
and smash up windows cars and doors!
All they want to do is like war, war, war,
and it ain’t funny.
They’re all the same like fool, fool, fool,
think I’m a dummy.
They lent to a friend
they thought they’d frighten,
They ain’t sending men
making me have to defend.
So all I ever think is like shush, shush, shush
you do my head in.
I’m not a person you like push, push, push
without regretting!
I say, don’t say
empty threats my way,
either shut up or play!
I say, I say.
*inspired by a recent conversation with a friend about his situation. Rather he than I, I say I say (2/2/2018)
"Leaders" are sweeping us toward the drain.
Lined with the halos of fractured hope.
They seed the soil and skies with green dragon eyes.
Not bothering to hide their brackish hearts anymore.
They've filled our havens and cities with black-souled deities.
If anything, COVID-19 taught the elites,
that mankind is easily converted to swine and sheep.
Mankind will readily cloak their smiles, stay inside, deep inside.
Mask up and shut up indefinitely.
They'll shy away from funerals and weddings of loved ones.
Under moderate threat and prodding...call it barbed conditioning.
Our nose rings grow thicker-the future grows grayer and dimmer.
Nothing emerges from the drain say for a rouged echo or three.
A new world order, a most unholy trinity.
God is engulfed in his blue period.
Has grown into a blossom of indifference.
Quite scentless and so very distant.
We will never talk again,
All is said and done,
All there is the shrine of shamelessly shining pain,
Oh here we go again and I have begun!
We will never talk again,
But in my memory there is a stain
Of us
Telling me to never shut up about you
Even in pain,
The fading memory of you and me that never really happened,
I see us,
Us sitting in a lavender field,
Me playing with your velvety hair,
You, staring into the universe of my eyes,
I see us,
Us waltzing in my dreams into the nocturnal reverie,
I see us,
Your pretentious promises,
Your innocent little smile and lines around your eyes,
Your eyes telling me and teaching me love,
I see us,
Maybe in another lifetime,
Oh another lifetime,
To wait for it is death and to hope for it is life,
And I see us,
Holding hands and walking down the sunsets.