Against The World
Conflict
Naysayers
Being pessimistic
Bring down the giant
Just walk away
Your not defeated
Be the bigger person
Another dark road up ahead
Your not the only one
Hold up a rustic lamp
Find your way through the chaos
Strangers are always casting out stones
No victory in a fight
Silence builds character
I don’t need to be famous
I’m too old for the drama
Always going through turmoil
Trying to be the peace maker
insecure , jellious, individuals
You can’t escape stupidity
Just walk away
Turn out the noise
Just talk to the hand
I’m not wasting my time and negative energy on this
Me against the world
People will never change
Let go of the rage
Delete social media
Be calm and collective
Don’t bother the old man
She was Lip-Smackin', Crack-a-Lackin',
Eye-Poppin', Jaw Droppin', Mack's-a-Snackin'!
"You don't walk like a Man!"
"You can talk to the Hand!"
Poodle-Noodle must Whack-da-Kraken?
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Babel: “A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.” Alexander Smith
The preachers preach what they've been taught.
Reporters say what they’ve been told.
The politicians lie and lie.
I watch a tragedy unfold.
On social media I see
some folks who like to blog or play
while bullies bully; haters hate.
“Talk to the hand” they seem to say.
Mean twitters, memes and certain posts
use scalding words - an endless thread
scrolls down as if into a pit
where fire by sparks of hate is fed.
Opinions can be strong, but why
can’t some folks hear the other side -
with peace agree to disagree?
Yet fight they do and then collide.
Insanity is not just lurking.
Madness spits right in our faces
as many blab and jabber on,
heedless of the social graces.
Ears get clogged up; loose tongues flap.
See Babel’s Tower now so high!
We’ve come too far to still believe
that towers climb to touch the sky.
The fire raging underneath it,
spurred on by hate, crawls up each wall.
Violence will overtake us;
Then Babel’s Tower we’ll see fall.
With a closed mouth (—)
they murmur their cheeky disapproval
Issuing mute complaints
through raised palms,
which are open to () sidearm grievances
Pursed lips (—) tout
their speechless litany of demands
Telling marching tongues
of dissent,
go talk to the hand
The silent majority (—) say,
they don’t wanna hear it
Go talk to the hand!
The silent majority (—)
will tell you non-verbally
to shut it!
Stop the noise,
chanting voices seeking equality
Go talk to the hand,
the speechless many (—) tell the vocal few
Hear what the hand
of the () sidearm have to say:
Bang ... bang, just go away!
Quiet complicity
is so deafening loud
Utter apathy
is a high moral compromise price to pay
Silence is the golden path
that will lead democracy the wrong way
The many closed mouths (—)
never did speak
for the few, open-minded voices
of humanity
I turn my back
to the hand with the trigger finger
pointing at me
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day
as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, y, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists,
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Trying to express what we say
Sometimes words are just not enough
We surely need some other way
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Couldn't show our utter disgust
About this and that about ying and yang
About which politician not to trust
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Frustration would rear its head
Valium would surely be the drug of choice
So we use the bad finger instead
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
No words are clearer than this
Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening
A sign you surely can't miss
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Need to just take a very deep breath
There's nothing that's really that important
Sometimes lose it myself, must confess
© Jack Ellison 2013
Do you have a boyfriend?
Do he treat you good?
Do he come from the hood?
Do he kiss good?
Do he smell nice?
Do he do you right?
Do he ride a car or bike?
Do he call you at night?
Do he ask is everything's alright?
Have he saw your mom?
Have he met you dad?
Well, it's all good cause I got your man!
But you don't so talk to the hand cause your face don't understand!
You broke my heart
You took away my dream
My love was great but now it's too late
You did me wrong
That's why I'm gone
And I'm not coming back no matter what you say or do
How can we be when you did me so cruel?
Your a fool
Your stupid and so unwise this is why I've found another guy
I don't need to explain why cause you wont understand
So talk to the hand as I walk away from you
I am only leaving behind only what I think of you
So good-bye foolish child
Good-bye taker of my dreams
Good-bye breaker of my heart
I'm going to leave you now
I've got to spark a new start
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Trying to express what we say
Sometimes words are just not enough
We surely need some other way
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Couldn't show our utter disgust
About this or that about ying and yang
About which politician you can't trust
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Frustration would rear its old head
Valium would surely be a drug of choice
So we use the bad finger instead
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
No words are any clearer than this
Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening
A sign you surely can't miss
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Need to step back and take a deep breath
There nothing that's really that important
Sometimes I lose it I must confess
© Jack Ellison 2013
I seen her double dip,I seen her double dip,she an't foolin me it's hangin off her lip.
I seen you double dip, I seen you double dip,put the sauce down and give me that chip you an't foolin me I seen you double dip.
Now I know I want'n trippin when I saw her double dippin,I can't dip my chip in somthing
she double dipped in.
I saw her double dippin,I saw her double dippin,when she looked at me oh my god I was trippin.It's hangin out her mouth,drippin off her lip,she an't foolin me I saw her double dip.
I seen her double dip,I seen her double dip,when I asked her she nearly dropped her chip then replyed honey won't you get a grip and talk to the hand about to dip this chip.
Then I realized a girl of that size,I wouldn't recomend no it wouldn't wise to try to eat that dip or take her fries.
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Trying to express what we say
Sometimes words are just not enough
We surely need some other way
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Couldn't show our utter disgust
About this and that about ying and yang
About which politician not to trust
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Frustration would rear its head
Valium would surely be the drug of choice
So we use the bad finger instead
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
No words are clearer than this
Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening
A sign you surely can't miss
If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Need to just take a very deep breath
There's nothing that's really that important
Sometimes lose it myself, must confess
© Jack Ellison 2012
HAPPY HARVESTING
She moves to capture; he puts her in check.
She wears alabaster; on her ears and her neck.
She sharpens her knife; he reloads his gun;
They threaten each other; before they are done.
She hikes up her dress; exposing her hips;
He tells her no way; as he’s kissing her lips.
She makes a dismissal; such as talk to the hand;
He jumps up to challenge; right there where she stands.
She goes to the closet; in a jester to pack;
He tells her good riddance; don’t ever come back
A master disaster; with very few rules;
Till death ever after; use or abused
A Hallow time reckoning; with sour ball gum;
It’s a masked celebration; for the old and the young.
The witches of Salem; the warlocks of doom;
Either love them or hate them; in the middle’s no room.
She’s rubbing her eyes; to wipe off the tears;
He wants to leave her; He’ll kill her he fears.
Selling his freedom; to get what he wants;
Knowing his weakness; with her beauty she taunts.
A match all too perfect; for the liar that cheats;
It’s a waltz so familiar; for the dancer with beats.
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