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See it through for what it is
Don't let sentiment be anything but new
Events fall hand over fist
From mountains of distance with no point of view
Between talking about and having done
There will be a place for you
If the future should come to pass
Y'know, most likely, well I'll be long, long gone
Live suddenly then follow
Though better sense might say stay at home
When certainty becomes all but the rule
There will be a place for you
When you've been pushed
so overdrawn, exposed
You would thank the stars
for a place of your own
How with the salt in your eyes
Will you see me when all of the clouds are gone
'May take the white noise of lies
To recover your poise n' your passion
When certainty becomes all but the rule
And inaction would be the way of a fool
Between making a fuss and pressing on
There will be a place for you
To the tune of “ Sixteen Going on Seventeen
from “The Sound of Music”
When you’re with me,
I can feel everything, a body’s meant to feel
Butterfly kisses, tell me what this is
My heart is yours to steal
When you’re with me.
I can do anything, climbing the highest peak
Your love updates me, invigorates me
So I can hardly speak
What do I care, if others say
that ours is puppy love
They wouldn’t dare, if they could play
just what I’m dreaming of
When I’m with you,
We can do anything, no one can force our hand
Suitors may show up, trying to blow up
They’ll never understand
When you’re with me,
I can see everything, that there is left to see
There's just one thing, just one undone thing
Seeing you marry me
As I was coming of age,
punk was all the rage.
The older generation,
had the Beatles,and Stones.
I had Sexpistols and Ramone's
Sham69 and the Clash,
the Jam and the Dammed.
They would strum their guitar's so fast,
sing so loud,
some times spitting in the crowd.
The message was loud and clear,
anarchy is here.
It was not all so obscene,
a woman called Debbie Harry ,
came on the scene.
A woman with blond hair,
and such an erotic air.
I had pictures of Debbie on my wall,
for her; I would have done anything ,
anything at all.
With her band Blondie they had a good sound,
turned the punk world upside down.
"Atomic, "Union city blue"
"Hanging on the telephone",
to name a few.
Her music I still hear,
remembering memories dear.
I know she is older today,
but she sill has the erotic aura,
of yesterday.
I searched only to find,
days more survived,
th'n wooed by life,
asking the heavens why.
Her name held a promised vow..
likened to a solitary bell,
from tall steeple's climb,
oh, how far I fell..
for one called Michelle.
I'll meet you in starlight again..
if rightful universe is willing,
to lend a helping hand.
Maybe, just maybe,
if they hear me praying,
where winged angels go singing..
her laughing eyes still playing.
Night passes on,
awaiting tomorrow's dawn,
somewhere a lone bell still ringing,
where queen takes pawn.
Two lover's lips willing to relearn,
whispered in a wishing well,
softest voice' heralding a return,
the one called Michelle..
Chilly October has quickly brought in
another spirited, indelible Holloween;
allowing our witty and insane minds
to plan the craziest, wildest things.
Witches, wizards, goblins and ghosts
all join in to give a bone-chilling night;
I put on a custom so dazzlingly white,
to scare anyone who laughs and boasts.
This ghost is never spoken of in any tale,
unknown by name, leaving no easy trail;
the only thing he does well is making sneers,
and send everyone scrambling with screams.
How frightened and pale these kids must really be,
when they cuddle up in their beds and can't sleep,
thinking of those spirits at their doorsteps;
lots of fun and delight at their expense...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Written February 26, 2013
Its all this new slang
Got them banging their heads
Against their bicycle beds
And the foolhardy pledge
To ride tricycles instead
We are the kings and queens
Of the wonderful yard
Of the street corner dancers
And panhandling bards
A generation will rise
So duck and cover your eyes
We're building up through the night
No need to put up a fight
Godspeed to those approaching death
They won't get to see
What we've got coming next
You'll faint from holding your breath
This cold case is closed
No need to stay in repose
To dwell on precious regrets
That are laced with vellocet