Don't drag me into
your petty wars
I am not into that sort
of claptrap
I am off with Enigma
in the real world
walkin on the beach
making gourmet food
and some whoopie too
What is it with these drama gals?
I swear you can never escape...
Always a villian in someones eyes
like living and breathing is bad news
and you stole their thunder
even if you don't live in the same genre
You just happen to breath the same air
Use the same tools
I make my music for me
not for anyone else
I don't give a if you like it
It was never about you anyway
So keep writing your diss songs
into the wind, that's your issue
few people even have a clue
what you are belly achin about now
Just next week it will be someone else
its your drama oh rama... pattern
the invisible war, no one else started
but you always happen to show up for
Bi polar much?
Bi polar much?
Bi polar much?....
I found you among the ashes
and we traded myth for fact
in the dark like lightning flashes
the truth surged in a final act.
Ironic, isn't it, or maybe sad
what you finally learned
now that everything we had
has burned.
As I aged, space did contract
Windows closed, freedom cracked.
I reflected on time wasted, lost
Resentment had a dreadful cost.
The joke is we could have sat
and talked through the situation
If you had faced that
reality involved humiliation.
Self-insight gives perspective
Don't have to be a great detective.
I suppose it's good you turned the page.
We were just a subplot on a larger stage
For in the distance a tsunami comes
A blackness greater than ten suns
Swept clean by a greater rage
Into the jaws of a new dark age.
.
Roads We Chose
If you travel down the wrong Lane
where humanity is swept away
with hate and viral diatribes
well then you know
Tom Petty
has inseminated his seed
they knock on all doors
if a narrow mind will answer
ring ring
oh ,my hatred sings
do not be a little mind
unless genocide is your thing
I'm not even a poet, just a petty rhymer.
When starting a new verse, first thing I do is grab a timer.
And if writing the new verse takes more than five minutes flat,
I say, "Okay, that's about enough of that!"
And then I go back to reading my "How to enjoy your retirement" primer.
Grab some cheese, some crackers, and some wine;
then, sit back and read this rhyming verse of mine.
And if, as you quaff,
you're never inclined to laugh?
Let's just say, it's because I'm an old punster in decline.
Written By: D. Collins 9/17/24
Petty Freddy's a man no child would want to be.
Void of selflessness and human morality.
Stuck on stupid because it is all about him.
May be why wifey doesn't travel to Wisconsin.
This is as clear as day, without stating names.
And, for his infidelity he gave Biden the blame.
Can you see a Petty Freddy doing anything right?
Like coming with something to enhance your life?
They do "childless cat ladies" to "eating dogs and cats".
Pimp-smacked and locked-down when it comes to facts.
I am no expert, but when it's all said and done.
Ya'll will feel me because I grew up with one.
Have you given yourself a vow
Not to come for the video chat
Or does it happen undertow
Like implicit “don’t do that”?
And of course you are aware
Of my waiting – if you call
It will show that still you care
And through stumbling and fall
I will dash into your house
But perhaps I’ll be too much
Mither you with whats and hows
Make you feeling out of touch
All my calls gone into space
And my time goes out as well
Will tomorrow’s petty pace
Bring me something worth to tell?
With your words so sweet and promises ring true
I fell hard in love with you
But each night I am lonely, rumors your playing around
Searching the night thank God you I never found.
A sick mother, emergency trip out of town
All those rumors of you go round and round
Keeps me walking the floor each night over you
my heavy heart is broken in two.
I want to keep believing your pretty lying eyes
You look at me and with your kiss I realize
All those rumors even if true
I am never going to stop loving you.
Your touch persuades me, you hold me tight
Alone together all through the night
Morning breaks and your already gone
With you my life is another sad sad song.
I want to keep believing your pretty lying eyes
You look at me and with your kiss I realize
All those rumors even if true
I am never going to stop loving you
I am never going to stop loving you...
For today’s blessing…to find some words uplifting
I will take a break and let Tom Petty do the heavy lifting:
You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free.
Tom Petty, artistically free,
Voice of Lucky Kleinschmidt, King of the Hill
Creator of Rickenbacker 660/12TP guitar
With his signature gray top hat
American Girl, I won’t back down
On Sirius Radio, we have the chance
To listen to singers who’ve died,
For some have their stations, which serve to enhance
All the music they once did provide.
So after they’ve passed, we’ve been given the choice
To keep listening, not to just songs,
But to whole conversations in that well-known voice
Which to our favorite singer belongs.
We are lucky technology lets us embrace
Someone’s talent, long after they’re gone.
Though the radio can’t ever fully replace
What’s been lost, still the music lives on.
Akshay,
Won’t take my attitude,
Won’t text to me,
Won’t give me advice,
Not anymore
Akshay,
Hasn’t talked to me all day,
Hasn’t texted all day,
Hasn’t given me funny feelings,
Not today
Akshay,
Doesn’t know what to say,
Doesn’t want to advise,
Doesn’t want to talk,
Not now
Akshay,
Has his own life,
Has a real life,
Has an unshackled life,
Not like me
Akshay,
Tells me not to think like that,
Tells me to quit comparing,
Tells me there’s worse out there,
So I’ll stop
Akshay,
Is only 16 hours away,
Is only a “wyd” away,
Is only a phone call away
A festive feast of aired grievances
faces maroon and out of control;
Screams breed battered appearances,
this moment our tempers just stole;
Releasing all that tension with a kiss
now we are locked in a wild explosion;
A fine line between livid and bliss
in the end teeth, nails, and devotion;
Go on baby and let it all out
now let your fire burn all over me;
We’ll dig into each other and shout
nipping away all that is petty.
"The Petty Coat Checkmate"
out out damn spot
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
The story could not become stale:
Farouk had pilfered from a mail;
Also, in some shop picked a pail
And, yet, another a huge bale...
When things began to read "Jail"
Farouk had already turned tail
And for waiting ears had his tale:
That he had come to some friends hail,
One of them male and the other female.
Then, a Ben chose to at him rail,
Swearing to lock him up, no bail:
For simply leaning on a bale
And insisting he'd touched a pail,
His guilt linking with his face pale
And this repeating without fail...
So, please, Smart Cops should not me nail,
For this is all about False Trail.
I
Siblings stolen
Why list the nations ills ...
Bring Chicken Little home
II
Kuiken has cage during light
Twilight cheeps, louder -- plaintive --
Back in box, quietest baby
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