Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
No Different Now
When I was sixteen, I saw you and said"wow"/ I am forty-five, but no different now/ When I was twenty, I said "I want you and how"/ Now, I'm forty-five and no different now
Friday, September 23, 2011
Relax- Just Kidding
"I chose life and have regretted ever since." Mom's annual birthday greeting brings me down.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Lies Live Long But Truth Stands Strong
Issues are resolved/ Problems are solved/ Only when you have courage to confront them/ Lies live on while good men die/ So long as none refute them/ Honor bought is sold too cheap/ And misery is what liars reap/ Sellers of fables and tellers of tales/ Persist so long as they're able/ Time to turn the table and give them their well-earned label
A Certain Poetry
Svetlana, you make me sweat when I see your lovely Volga/ Svetlana, I am your pet and just beg for the chance to swim in your Volga/ I can never contain your might Russia/ I can not hold you down/ Maiden of Russia
Monday, September 19, 2011
Joy of Kiss
In the fulsome confinement of sweet embrace/ I see the pleasure written on your face/ Looking up with busied tongue/ I only want to taste your ...
Freedom From Want?
Pulled off your tenterhooks/ Made my daring escape/ From that blinding foolish escapade/ Not gonna love again/ Not gonna lose again/ Forget my fatal friend/ Frenzied kisses and tight unrelenting embrace/ I never want to see your face/ Over my head, not gonna suffer that drowning sensation again/ I won't go down but run away/ Nothing that I learned in books/ Tired of your little looks/ You had a grip on me/ Until I sensed the need to flee/ Now just let me be/ Is being without love truly being free?/ I wanted you so/ You had to know/ But you pushed me away/ Now it is you who can not stay/ Go from this place/ I do not want to see your face/ At first you were protected/ Now your love is rejected
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Cordite and Flint
Oh the many ways, clever ways, man has conceived for so many generations to destroy his fellow man/ From rock or club to gun and knife/ What the domestic abuser visits upon his terrified wife/ Kill and bury or burn to a crisp with incendiary/ Chemical or biological warfare not enough, here's an A-bomb to do the stuff/ If half the energy used to develop murder machines was spent on gentler things/ We'd all be living in Utopia now/ All that creativity spent on arrows, cordite, and flint
Battle of Passchendaele
Brave young lads who were loved so well/ Sent to bleed in a living hell/ Over the top and there they fell/ Writing a last letter to Jane or Nell/ With a shot of Pusser's their fears to quell/ Some did live to tell the tail/ But thereafter their nights did not go well/ Hearing their torn comrade's final yell/ Over and over, clear as a bell/ Those who found themselves at Passchendaele.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Music Manager Song
I'd promulgate you/ But never date you/ Because I hate you/ But wanna make money on your back/ I hope you sell your track
My Magic Pill
When I am near you, I feel like I'm eighteen again/ When I'm with you my troubles melt away/ When I'm with you, I get younger every day/ You fill the bill/ You are my magic pill/ Without you I'd be sick/ One kiss from you always does the trick/ Knowing you are here to stay/ Always just makes my day
Dear Washington Masters
Guttersnipe and sewer rat/ Bedecked in politician cap/ You are full of the type of garlands and roses that leave us holding our noses
Tarnished Knight
The way things should not be/ I was never there for you while you were always there for me/ I was the perfect pain/ Pouring your love down the drain/ You were an open book but I refused to look/ You used to listen to the lies I'd weave but you were too patient/ You would never leave/ I would cut you down all over town/ But your tolerance never did drown/ In fear or hate/ You did not realize until it was too late/ I did not depart or stop to wave/ But put you in an early grave/ You only saw good in me and did not have the sense to flee
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Empty-headed Jester
I was wondering why Electra didn't pay her power bill/ And I guess I always will/ I was searching for where Oedipus wrecked/ No one would tell me-/ I guess it would not be politically correct/ But looking at it in retrospect/ Maybe I was too direct
Sea of Doubt
I am a guppy in the ocean of madness/ I am a tiny helpless fish devoured by sadness/ In this sea of doubt/ I can not find my way out/ I am taken by forces I can not control/ I am a drifting particle with a broken soul/ I am engulfed by this storm of life/ Captured by a world of strife/ I am the prisoner on this primrose path/ Without an ounce of love but with an abundance of wrath
Saturday, September 3, 2011
You Ain't All Dat
If you were giving it away, I would not want to have you,/ So, how's that grab you!
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