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NYC nior in black and white
NYC nior in black and white
Dark landscapes 1957 NYC
of automats radio city and hotdog stands
memories of things past
Take us back to lucid dreams of light and shadows cast
set the stage late night dark wet NY detectives on the beat
slow moving like grit and steel they stride down the great white way
steam and clouds shoot to the sky from sewer covers
smoke rings blast out from bill boards of urban midnight cowboys
from route 66
On the street hipsters glide down in pinstriped suits
cool sleek long with straddled watch chains dragging
smoking stogies from drooping lips
wing tipped shoes rested on black boxes at shoe shiners row at 53rd and lex
wanting fem defal’s dark diva’s in fish nets tight red skin dresses with sleek spike heels long cigarettes with long brim hats and netted veils as they walk the line swinging their Purses leaning against posts on the foggy corners
Dharma bums gaze at city lights dreaming of old bards songs
through garment push carts and rushing feet
in the machinery of the steamy night
the boxcars moving past open doors
The cities glare in shadows bare
neon signs striptease flashing in the backdrop of honking horns and traffic
night clubs casinos and one night stands in greasy motels
pool hall hustler’s poker players loan sharker's and scheamers
whisky bars dockyard and widowed screams
tenement houses windows open curtains drawn
sweat and muscle tee shirts yelling out to others
saxophone city of butchers boozers bribers and brown baggers
Bright yellow checkers and taxis on Times Square
down the smoke hazed dark lanes against the hard walls
slim Jim zoot suiter’s lazy dazed side leaning
roll loaded dice with steaming cheap Tricks
Newspaper stands and barbers shops with marbled checker floors
white steaming towels with waiting hot lather
man with straight edge and black leather strap leans over
with Sinatra playing in the back
Neon city balanced in chaotic disorder of abstract lines
of municipal signs
city where monk lady day and Coltrane play Improve
in old coffee houses of smoke filled cafes for pennies a day
as street poets whisper and drink their troubles away
dreaming of Brando bogie smoking Joe's and blondes
of slip hips and jive
Hit Repeat
Written by Rebekah Shipp
June 6, 2016
When this sick beat drops
And you find yourself lost
Bass ALL up in your ears
And your eyes start to tear
When the treble pops your lid
It’s Casablanca all over again
Cause all I hear you sayin is “here’s lookin at you kid”
It’s too fast
You too fast
Flying lyrics off my tongue too fast
Suddenly I’m on your mind in a flash
Suddenly you know I’m here to last
It’s so much fun
Rhyming on my tongue
Like Celeste be sayin’
You better run, run, run
Throwing lyrics so quick
You must be stunned
Go, go, go, you got this son!
So please don’t fight
You know I’m right
I throw ‘em so swift
I’m outta sight
I must be tight
To the left & to the right
Everybody hold on with all your’ might
Cause it just might be
That thing you see
In the rear view mirror, Listening
Staring back at me
Whispering
We try so hard to keep it clean
We Riled up
Toasted up
I’m in your mouth
You know what’s up
So shut up
With that bass in your truck
Tryin’ to drop some bars
With your face in the mud
So please say a prayer for me
At night before you go to sleep
Before you drift & start to dream
Please plug me in and hit repeat!
So listen up carefully
we rollin up & down these streets
your bars are droppin to your feet
You know you can not count on me
Cause I’m the one
I’m still not done
Beats blazin on you like the sun
Yes I have won!
Now you have gone
deep down inside you still want some
Now lets try this one more time
Cause I am yours and you are mine
You think you Cash, then walk the line
Just like in time
As fine as wine
I keep on goin side by side
I keep on goin
Rhyme after rhyme
This is crazy
I can’t stop
I hit the mike
As his beat drops
I hit the stage as my flow rocks
I hit the page
My pen won’t stop!
What?! What?! How can this be?
He does it so dang naturally
His bass so sick
His bass so ill
My eyes wide open
Body chill
I call it null
He call it nill
I call it shrimp
He call it krill
I call it pane
It’s window sill
Now don’t you fret, I got the bill.
And now we done with this at last
It always ends up with a crash
And you got mad cause you got trashed
And now you sad cause you ain’t fast!
Don’t be sad…
Blow a whistle, or write a song, while the white bearded-men of small fishing towns drown the nights away. Try to forget, if only for so long, that the tempted wish bowl rolls; floats like a wing and cries great lies of childish negligence, coming to wish all the best, to each worried-face at the contest.
Broken seats flood empty spaces of the unsaid, whispers sneak about as my heart beats, taking the pain out of what the people on TV finally confessed. The hidden message, the broken bills, hiding, in a black back room, twice locked, twice removed. The rich and the poor, a cousin, but there’s more, where that came from that we choose, or tend, to ignore.
Pick a poison, pick a fruit, like the other one said: I’d rather be dead.
I tend to forget how to relate, sometimes, some such, to each other and a stretched out story passed down from another forgotten tribe. This is what the line allows. There’s a scratch, and a rock, a touch and a match, to keep the time clicking on, like a bomb.
There’s a little liquor, I shiver, wanting to close the blinds. But my mind pounds, counting down the days until I can run sideways or inside, someplace, jumping through hoops if I have to or if it helps.
I know that at one time, they’ve said “One Day” and I still see them sitting all around; a circle is a monstrous thing that keeps them coming back, without missing anything, without a sound. It’s like a stamp; it’s like a message; it’s just a damn thing that they found.
Wondering: the word I hear if there’s a note hit that high every time. I let it simmer, and cut the chord, laying back ever so slightly, waiting, waiting, and finally unwinding.
Another turn twirls on by, the jagged, abrupt tuck, small rocks sticking out; like a pine branch on a path. I think it’s weird and sad and treacherous, and I haven’t told anyone that before. A year older, probably the reason why, passing by the wise, not surprised, uninspired and demoralized.
“Walk the Line,” they say, trying to turn a blind eye. So I’ll shut up and just get in the back, with a worried look, turning my neck, to see it all once more, before it’s over and I have truly tried to cross that fine line.
George talks about 'Them Cowgirls,"
While Willie's "Blue Eyes Are Crying In The Rain."
Tim talked about "Back Then"
And Bucky admits "It Was A Different Life."
Toby is a "Man Of His Convictions"
But Brad is "Better On Line."
Josh "Stopped Loving Her Today"
But Kenny said "She Can't Be Anything But Mine."
Does that mean one of them will have to "Walk The Line?"
Kenny says "Don't Blink"
Or you may find Tim is "Already Home."
"Tear Drops On My Guitar" has Taylor like Lambert
"Famous In A Small Town."
I arrived "Down In The Boon Docks"
Only to find Rodney was "Going Through Hell"
Rascal Flatts hit the "Long Broken Road"
Telling my Billy "You Are The Only World I Know"
Tracy Lawrence was talking to "The Keeper Of The Stars"
And Lee Greenwood was asking "God Bless The USA"
Toby Keith was bursting with pride as he said "I'm An American"
And John Michael Montgomery was busy sending "Letters From Home"
Darell Worley asks "Have You Forgotten?"
Toby Keith replies with "The Taliban Song."
"Yee Haw" hollered Jake Owens
While Steve Holy "Got A Brand New Girl Friend"
Direks says "Free And Easy Down The Road I Go."
While Tim and Faith were telling each other "I Need You."
Josh asks "Would You Go With Me"
As Dierks Bently agrees with me " Every Miles A Memory"
Kenny C. said "You Had Me From Hello"
But George prefers the "Beaches Of Old Mexico"
I saved this special song for the end.
Alabama's "Angels Among Us"
Every time I hear this song I break out in a cold sweat. Many years ago my
granddaughter Mariah in Casper, Wy was attending the summer camp, on
Casper Mountain, for her boys and girls group. This group included handicapped
children. Friday afternoon the children presented a program for the parents. It
was magnificent. The children helped the handicapped children get on and off of
the stage for their part in the program. The finally began with all of the children on
stage. They played Alabama's song "Angels Among Us" but the children all
preformed it in sign language. There was not a dry eye in the audience. A well
deserved ending to a successful summer camp.
God Bless, Cile
and lastly I'd like to thank my agent
Shifty Placard unkempt as they come
nutty as squirrel cheeks at the Ritz
a little like Santa Claus and Nero
Shifty made me walk the line
between the rolling green hills of home
and a great vacuuming nothingness
made me grow extra fingers and toes
to feebly hang on with
Shifty wasn't all bad but
you couldn't love him like a bag of fries
he wanted the whole chinchilla
his little heart a wiggling volcano
yes an eater of souls but hey
souls far too often beg for it
based on observation mind you
we all dance screaming and chanting
clutching our genitalia in holy ardor
a spectacle of the damned if you ask me
they can buy you with smoke and mirrors
and I'll have no part of it
well maybe just a little reflection
I know that wasn't proper
time to take evasion
nothing quite so effective for a life on the run
as a well packed suitcase
that's the entirety of my wisdom
but then there may be
a more appropriate momentary abstraction
so I shifted to a new agent
The Great Mundayne
and have been enjoying an easy retirement
at the Home of the Holy Retread
in a race against senility and publication
and always remember kids to
um I forget
it's the law of the jungle out there
the jungle part is real
the other is a functional if occasional overlay
a sea of hard infrastructure assets which
Mundayne’s assistant Vaselina Nudelman
had in spades undertaker spades
she triggered street lamp photocells
and her lips sparkled when she spoke
too much horsepower for the pavement
I'm going to do you
like I did Mr. President she said
in a voice like honey with ants
needless to say I fell
her spasms were remarkable
she had a bee hive between her legs
and the lights went out all across town
the key is how you got here
your soul is your ability to look inside
it doesn't need will to act
it needs the expectation
of an improved model
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Indestructible, for Johnny Cash
by Michael R. Burch
What is a mountain, but stone?
Or a spire, but a trinket of steel?
Johnny Cash is gone,
black from his hair to his bootheels.
Can a man out-endure mountains’ stone
if his songs lift us closer to heaven?
Can the steel in his voice vibrate on
till his words are our manna and leaven?
Then sing, all you mountains of stone,
with the rasp of his voice, and the gravel.
Let the twang of thumbed steel lead us home
through these weary dark ways all men travel.
For what is a mountain, but stone?
Or a spire, but a trinket of steel?
Johnny Cash lives on?
black from his hair to his bootheels.
Originally published by Strong Verse. When I was a teenager Johnny Cash used to pop into the Nashville McDonald’s where I worked to buy burgers after the Grand Ole Opry let out. True to his nickname, the Man in Black always dressed in black. I think he’s as immortal now as human beings can become, since someone will be singing songs he wrote and and recorded till the end of time.
Music Trivia: Johnny Cash wrote "I Walk the Line" in 1956. This song, in which he vowed to be faithful to his wife, became his signature song. But seven years later Cash recorded "Ring of Fire," a song about the scorching love affair that caused him to leave his wife for June Carter of the famous singing Carter family. (Ironically, the Carters’ signature song was the gospel classic “Will the Circle Be Unbroken.” Apparently not the one symbolized by Johnny Cash’s wedding ring!) June Carter wrote "Ring of Fire" with Merle Kilgore. Johnny Cash had a dream in which he was singing the song with mariachi horns in the background, which was how he recorded his version of the song.
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I would like to share the destruction of my life
How I sold all my dreams to a world of pain and strife
I hope some youngster reads it and can clearly see
That to walk down that path is no place to be
I believe it all started the day I watched my mother die
Devil crawled inside my mind and said, “Gods the reason why”
It made it easy for him to attract me to the high
To convince me that I was owed my slice of the pie
I fell into a way of life or so it would seem
By the age of fifteen I was cultivating green
At the age of sixteen I had quite a need
It was at that age I started slamming speed
There I was a junkie trapped in a boy’s shell
With no understanding my life had gone to hell
At the age of eighteen I wanted to live fatter
So I took a giant leap up the homeboy ladder
I got a girl in collage to get a professor hooked
He taught chemistry and he taught me to cook
At the age of eighteen I had reached my goal
Never even thinking I had destroyed my soul
I learned to live with the fear that I would get busted
And how to deal with people who could not be trusted
In my early twenties I started doing time
Like the song by Johnny Cash I learned to walk the line
Time is like a waterfall that forever pours
It just simply never ends there always is some more
As I watched it come and go time and time again
I realized that I was at home caged in a pen
I looked in the mirror and studied the lines in my face
And actually even said out loud "worlds a better place"
I had just stabbed a man left him on the floor
I honestly have no idea what it was all for
When it comes to regrets I have more than most
I not only have my skeletons I also have my ghost
Youngsters if you read this please help spread the news
Life is both good and bad it's up to you to choose
Can you see the miracle that is written in this rhyme?
The Lord will save any soul even one like mine
I reposted this poem to enter
the where I come from contest
Feeling everything at once,
And nothing at all.
Numb?
Maybe.
Just may be the medications,
My therapist says,
Meditation.
The answer,
The problem?
Is manic depression.
Some say disorder,
I scream.
Obsession.
The doctor’s dose me,
I obliged,
Just because I don’t want to die.
Addiction killed my soul,
Reprive,
Or spiritually die.
I just want to be alive.
A life.
What is a life without drugs and pain?
What’s living without suffering?
Show me the way,
To live and let live.
Who is your God?
Because,
Mine is forgiving.
Please,
Forgive me.
Again and again,
I tried to end the pain,
Insanity speaks to me.
I’m learning
To drown it out,
The whack of the wheels spinning,
My sanity is left spinning.
I do and I do,
To get absolutely nowhere.
Knock, knock,
No one’s there,
Dissociate the demon,
Defiling me,
Let me prevail
And find inner peace.
How when mania continues
To feed the insanity in me?
Depression is lessened,
Didn’t let it destroy me,
Not yet,
Not ever.
Unleash the beast,
Bring out the happiness in me.
Bring out the purity,
Show me faith,
In my higher power,
In myself,
In my sobriety.
I seek forgiveness,
Seek out and expel
The sinner in me.
Manifest glory,
Manifest positivity,
Manifest me.
Make me the better version of me,
Unmask the beauty.
Help me,
Please.
Give my strength purpose,
Show me my worth,
Walk the line with me,
Single me out
And erase my shortcomings.
Come to my side,
Walk beside me,
God.
Show me mercy
In my recovery.
Relapse is no longer an option,
I opt out of relapse city,
Don’t criticize the addict,
Criticize the disease.
Behold,
The glory,
How great it is
That that disease never did
Manage to destroy me.
Thank you God,
For having mercy on me
Through abuse, addiction and insanity.
I thank you on the daily,
You’ve never lost faith in me,
Forgive me for my honesty,
Let me face humility
And humble me.
Pain that takes up residence from inside of the mind
The stain of red blood, the sting of crimson lines
I want to be alone but surrounded at the same time
But if I open up the floodgates who knows what they'll find
Can't let myself be a burden, I'll carry my own weight
But it boils up inside of me, who knows what I'll create
I scream into a pillow and try to siphon up my tears
Don't feel a thing but numbness that punctures my being like a spear
The world is cold and desolate and I brave its depths alone
Every day that time moves forward is a step into the unknown
I walk the line between life and death with every single thought
Am I worthy to live or do I belong underground, left forever to rot?
Is there a point to this cruel journey that I am forced to embark?
When every obstacle takes its toll and leaves its wicked mark?
I'm not scared of heights I'm scared of myself choosing to take the leap
When I pick up the knife and look in the mirror and accept my defeat
If my essence is destined to vanish into the fine threads of the void
Is this rat race worth the blood and tears if it'll only be destroyed?
I'm so tired of all the medicine that's clouding up my mind!
I refuse to accept that reality is this savage by design!
There must be something to justify the eons that I suffer!
I lose love from everyone I meet, even my own mother!
I shriek a plea to deities afar to have mercy on my fate!
Because all I'm told is that good things come to all of those who wait!
And with panting breath I fall down on my knees and shed those cursed tears
When the universe is full of legions of demons that I fear
So if I close my weary eyes tonight and let it all fade to black
Maybe when I wake up I'll forget everything I lack
Or maybe I'd be happier to drift into oblivion and never return back
The darkness within calls as I walk the line between Heaven and Hell. God’s compassion and tranquility pulls me closer to his divine light.
The mental, physical pain lie deep with my being and the spiritual turmoil spinning in my head lingers on through eternity as my physical body falls down deep into the caverns that go on into a spiral of loneliness for Eternity. Their in lies, the physical cold just beyond and the loneliness of our soul. It feels like nothing that I have felt on earth. It seems like my body lingers on forever within this uncomfortable tormented feeling or pian and loneliness in the highest degree. This pain radiance within and throughout my complete soul.
But yet, so far as aways, I can still feel God’s peace and love. So I’m totally, not all alone but within the heart, I can feel the unknowingness of where this soul is traveling to within this internal damnation of this confinement .
This feeling of my turmoil softly leaves as my soul which is guided towards the divine radiance.
My soul and the Holy Spirit our directing me, onto the Light of Love within my heart.
So, I can find my place in the land of Canaan which was promised by Abraham by his descendants.
Yet, Iam so far in between the darkness and light. My essence of my spirit is being directed toward the Dive Being.
I feel my soul filled with the highest form of Love that surrounds me, as my incarnation to Heaven begins with my last breath on earth.
Within my soul lies a spark of hope that grows within my heart, which I will cherrish everlasting love that our Lord gives to us.
With my last breath of life, Every fiber of all of my being calls me closer to my true-self. Father into my hands.
I commit my spirit unto you Lord Jesus Christ