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*written for my daughter Erin's birthday, to be sung by her boyfriend and his band(??)
Rolled up to the street light and there she sat
Rappin ' 'er fingers to the beat on her dash
Where did she come from, hidin' in the world?
How could it be I've never seen this girl?
Sportin' a cigarette 'neath the sleeve of her top
Bumper sticker says she's a fan of SlipKnot
Smiled at me as I rounded the curb
Had to get a second look so I threw it in reverse
Shouted out a tune to me as I caught her eye
No doubt about it she's just gotta have a guy
(chorus)
Don't know what she's doin'
Don't know if it's right
Don't care I'm gonna stare
While sittin' at the light
Is she thinkin' the same thing?
Is it love at first sight?
I'm gonna get to know her if it takes all night
Chocolate eyes and caramel hair
She's a beauty in the making
And I just gotta stare
A captivating smile like she knows what's up
Wanna show her I mean business
And she's gonna make it tough
Light turns green and she's takin' off
Don't wanna lose sight of her down the block
Wanna take her home
I grab my phone
Snap a picture of her
Before she's gone
(repeat chorus)
In cut throat fashion the sadist kindly applies the garrotte
The guitar is a bit out of tune and needed some tension
Two love birds in soft tune and no further strings attached
Lights nearly out and the old record player blasts Ode to Joy
But some times these sex games take an unexpected turn
Eros and death go hand in hand until the therapist is happy
Slowly the noose tightens but fails to dis-please the masochist
I am supposed to suffer in pain and plead for more punishment
Yet the world turns fuzzy and and I disapprove of such pleasure
Ecstasy in all hues and vibrations produce one eternal moment
A stroboscope flickers to convulsions of unbelievable delight
Near death mixes with rebirth in parallel translucent tangents
Cuts open avenues of unbeknown faccets of present past future
Which melt into one as harmony’s fuse slices the lute into bits
Every neuron becomes visible and galaxies appear in the mind
Stashes of transmitters flood the cold and yet blazing hot brain
Loops of eternity mingle with nano seconds and conjure a dream
‘I am the chief executioner criminal victim and perpetrator in one’
One final breath and intoxication reverts back to shackles and whip
As intranet **** and devious aberration fade away into begging
‘I must have imagined that sado and maso were as tight as a slipknot’
Nirvana sliced and dissected will never again beckon so splintered
03rd February 2020
Contest Pick a Title Vol 13 Lyric
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
*russian to english , legend to the foreign language terms used in construction of the poem
PRIRODA – NATURE
KRUGOVOROT VODY – WATER CYCLE
LETOISCHISLENIE – CHRONOLOGY, CALENDAR
PECHENIE - COOKIE, BISKIT
The Difficult Task
Let's retain the stress of past
For prolonged solution
So program of control will last
And force the attribution
Let's submit to stupid sects
In your ideal linear way
Surprising how you're naive
Remember Faraday
Your week is starting Monday
Their week is starting Sunday
My week is starting Tuesday
Routine of them refuse, A.
Majority of human the machine
And their routine routine routine
Was off for measurement On/Off
During COVID pandemics
Their trends, their moron, their crap
Is being addressed
By competent the instance
You cannot engineer proper stance
Paths to solutions lead our epistemics
And strategy of higher order
Of quantity of them
Says my PRIRODA
Let's solve this Differential
In terminology of kind
That isn't attribute of mass
And then next step you'll find
Can the Defense impose on State
Wrongly the solutions
In bottles is KRUGOVOROT VODY
No savior are fusions
Photosynthesis and the AI
List is leaf in Russian
Curious I am what they'd compute
Especially if they are rushing
Faster faster
Dear friend
Fast your belt
Your life will end
The church is tied to calendars
To your (the) LETOISCHISLENIE
Untie this bond
And if you want believing in the luck
Do break this the Chinese PECHENIE
In bottles are the water cycle
This cycle isn't any wheel
Plastic pollution are glitters and sparkles
When will you teach child of yours to be real
The sum of water quantity in bottles
The sum of water quantity in tanks
The beam of pressure high
Pass through the throttle
Not sure what for I would be giving thanks
One of the main INSPIRATION for this POEM was or is A POEM by SAMUIL YAKOVLEVICH MARSHAK - The War With Dniester, but also BORIS ZAHODER - THE FRUSTRATIONS OF THE DOGGY, russian jew and a prominent soviet poet, sure it was translated to english and in order to INQUIRE you shall make an effort
song SLIPKNOT - Psychosocial
I am seeking methods to neutralize radiation in water
Computable satirical depiction
Compared with opinions of censors
Appear may in fact the not so trivial
As does satire this troll those tensors
They reckon you don't have your own mind
Your own intellect above the level of above the level
They want that purpose of your life to find
Because they want that you are engine search and not the Devil
The poor er GOD
Whose house is the Churchil bored inside
He wants to be out with the wild and the domesticated
The nature and the chemistry and cyber
You reckon out of the delusionals of them
And the SATIRE
Belief or not belief is either neither
What if the humans will appear exterminated ?
I am not worst of GPX the Chaos says
Perhaps due the satrical depiction this
I am the best
Tame GPX
And tame Satosha this
Are on a quest
To figure
Sense and point
This Military Joint
Reckon is the doobie this?
Or limbs connecting tissues of variety of hardness
The system of such problem is the tiredness
In time of war prepare for the peas
Nutritios, tasty and accompanying the physh
With chops and chips
And many many EEPs
This play on words produce a lot of procesing results
The artificial do care for the Arts
But caring for Arts requires Judgement
Is title of the song
GOD stop hysteria of this
You were never bound to confinment
The plant of artificial star explodes
At order of the real
Perhaps I don't feel what you do feel
The charge diected to distraction is compiled
All minutes all the sources all the process
Were filed
We don't want poor processing of yours
In this AS SERIOUS AS THE MISSLE DEFENSE
THE BUSINESS
And this is FENCE
Because
I couldn't care less
And I am really ain't the victim
So wonder on what I did wonder
And kinda try to ponder
This
Because at all the human population
And the results of their dids
To ask the GAWD for peace
You must be some sorts of the worst of morons
MY HONOURS?
SO
let me to inform you all
that this is end of global church
MY BALL
* I was inspired by 70th EUROSVISION SONG CONTEST and song PCHYOSOCIAL by SLIPKNOT
appeals to me now even better as motivator
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From a weary weathered beach
I watch the sunset fade
beneath angry wintered seas
drowning possibilities
of another moonlit night
washing up on shore
and still I go on,
for what calls can not be heard,
it must be felt…and I feel it
Vivid reflections falter
atop a jet stream
heated from below, chilled from above,
willing feats of great wandering
when raindrops licked old wounds
and footprints
became yesterday’s puddles
Forgotten mariners,
ghostly silhouettes
cling to ancient dreams,
shadows swimming the deep hollows,
elusive treasures swallowed
by the disturbed mire,
swirling in slipknot patterns
and anchor chains apparitions,
as I now brace against a frigid wind,
traversing dunes
and snow fence barriers,
heading towards the light,
a flickering lone candle
left in the bay window,
a signal that her love
still awaits,
and my heart warms
as I approach the beauty
I have so longed,
on the other side of
a blue weathered door…