to pre-conceive a notion
it has to be real
not to those who listen
but to those who know
they watch on gently
sometimes help out
the cut is too deep
we must figure it out
4 books alas!
which one makes most sense
I found my leading lady
she makes me want to love again
is this is a dream?
is this really happening?
i've waited for years
we'll kiss and make love
is this only a dream?
thank any god for your luck
as I get under the blanket
with my belle, my equal
my friend, my heart
my belle
my shell
Thursday, 30 July 2015
Wednesday, 29 July 2015
parachute pants
I fell off my bicycle the other day
the monarch will fail
my thigh hurts
so does my elbow
it recreated itself as I watched
with soap and water
I had it
will it come back to me or is it over?
is the dream over?
has it stopped?
losing my mind in the gallows
no a/c, just heat
I move my bed downstairs
comfort
maybe
hopefulness
I doubt it
I fell
will i get back up?
she's waiting with me
the bus arrives
we boredly board
I kiss her and she smiles
"why hello there sunshine"
in a silly voice
it gets me through life
thinking i have something worthwhile
I don't know anymore
wow, the keyboard works on its own
the cue is now
try to find the moment
can I come back?
can I return and speak what thus I know?
did I tell you I fell off my bicycle?
that's just the inciting force,
to madness, despair, maybe love
can you grant three wishes, my genie friend?
will I stay in the underground?
I try to think nicely
did I tell you I fell off my bicycle?
the monarch will fail
my thigh hurts
so does my elbow
it recreated itself as I watched
with soap and water
I had it
will it come back to me or is it over?
is the dream over?
has it stopped?
losing my mind in the gallows
no a/c, just heat
I move my bed downstairs
comfort
maybe
hopefulness
I doubt it
I fell
will i get back up?
she's waiting with me
the bus arrives
we boredly board
I kiss her and she smiles
"why hello there sunshine"
in a silly voice
it gets me through life
thinking i have something worthwhile
I don't know anymore
wow, the keyboard works on its own
the cue is now
try to find the moment
can I come back?
can I return and speak what thus I know?
did I tell you I fell off my bicycle?
that's just the inciting force,
to madness, despair, maybe love
can you grant three wishes, my genie friend?
will I stay in the underground?
I try to think nicely
did I tell you I fell off my bicycle?
Sunday, 26 July 2015
moments
she calls
the wild called
she couldn't stop herself
i'm there to help but she can't stop
she's addicted to the pain
the mayhem, the mannequin
lost in her world
maneuvering herself around
money
wads and wads of money
he shows her
she drools
a better life
maybe a future
she's just so hopeless
stubborn
afraid
high
always high
never listening to a solution
her problems become mine
i ache
i need
i want
she makes me drool
i like it
no i don't
though
i can't stop listening
the wild called
she couldn't stop herself
i'm there to help but she can't stop
she's addicted to the pain
the mayhem, the mannequin
lost in her world
maneuvering herself around
money
wads and wads of money
he shows her
she drools
a better life
maybe a future
she's just so hopeless
stubborn
afraid
high
always high
never listening to a solution
her problems become mine
i ache
i need
i want
she makes me drool
i like it
no i don't
though
i can't stop listening
Saturday, 25 July 2015
edit to Idiot Savant
The sun
going down on Cape Town
was etched in my conscious memory as one of the most beautiful, intrinsic
events that I would ever experience. And when I was off duty, I would go to immerse
myself in the Johannesburg nightlife, entertained by the beauty of the dark
skinned women and the lighter skinned locals. I was still shy at this point and
I needed to find a woman because maybe it would take my sorrows away from where
I was and why I was there. Why was I there anyways? I just followed orders and
took my chances. This could have been anywhere else but I was here.
I met her at 19. She was a brown skinned
woman and she was 19 as well. I didn't really want to have sex at this point. My
mind was on my job and it would take a special woman to get me whatever
"out" meant. We would make out in the vegetable garden for hours and
look into the sky. I was happy. Is this what love feels like? Nothing like the
school nurse or Edna or any other of the women I would meet.
I fell in love in a vegetable garden, June
7.
She didn't speak English and there were no
words to say, just eye contact and smiles. She'd grab my hand when it started
raining that night and directed me to a sign of the cross and this was the
first time I prayed with someone other than my mother. She closed her eyes and
I closed mine and we disappeared into an entity and I broke out laughing uncontrollably
and she smiled, with all her pearly white teeth and we were coming. I wanted
her, but I had to think of why I was there in the first place, and it was to
guard the High Commission of Canada.
We kissed, with no tongue, and I pecked at
her cheeks and all we did was laugh. I couldn't speak to her and she couldn't
speak to me but it was love. And I knew it would end and she disappeared into a
crowd in Johannesburg and I never saw her again.
Love.
I didn't want to go to work the next day.
Not able to sleep, I got out of bed at 04:00 and just prayed. I prayed for her
and I prayed for me and I prayed for love. I prayed for love. Her love. My
love. And the love of the one who knows. My love. And I prayed for an hour. An
eternity of prayer and love. One love. My love.
Friday, 24 July 2015
battery operated utopia
battery operated utopia
same as Generation iON
except we plug in to a ghost in the wall
how to play instead how to learn
people and phones and classrooms don't exist
the pen no longer bears the truth
only soliloquies and prose
write down what makes sense to you
for we are all battery operated now
there's no going back
no more easy bake oven
no more Winston Churchill
only mass consumption and consumerism
damn i need a scotch
my pen broke
phone numbers every where
does it make sense now?
are we destined for the stage of life?
edit edit first draft
publish til your fingers bleed
does it make sense now?
i jibber jabber
squeak and hiss
my eyes feel heavy
like a restless sleep
good morning then good night
which one is the same?
same as Generation iON
except we plug in to a ghost in the wall
how to play instead how to learn
people and phones and classrooms don't exist
the pen no longer bears the truth
only soliloquies and prose
write down what makes sense to you
for we are all battery operated now
there's no going back
no more easy bake oven
no more Winston Churchill
only mass consumption and consumerism
damn i need a scotch
my pen broke
phone numbers every where
does it make sense now?
are we destined for the stage of life?
edit edit first draft
publish til your fingers bleed
does it make sense now?
i jibber jabber
squeak and hiss
my eyes feel heavy
like a restless sleep
good morning then good night
which one is the same?
Thursday, 23 July 2015
faith
Faith, free from fear
opens the gate
lets the dogs in
out
feeds them
bathes them
loves
loves them
how can there be love of a stray
success
is there meaning
has it gone away
thus vanish before my sight
pain
sitting down
standing up
hoola hoops
dance the pain away
back to faith
believe
understand
acknowledge
advise
know
you have to know
epistemology
formal or informal
inform, in context
repeat
electronic soap
a porta potty
guide us where we belong
mouthwash
homeward bound via cigar
cuban
trust
freedom
faith
syndication
faith
Lisa in both terms
one now
one soon
what will,
what can we accompish?
opens the gate
lets the dogs in
out
feeds them
bathes them
loves
loves them
how can there be love of a stray
success
is there meaning
has it gone away
thus vanish before my sight
pain
sitting down
standing up
hoola hoops
dance the pain away
back to faith
believe
understand
acknowledge
advise
know
you have to know
epistemology
formal or informal
inform, in context
repeat
electronic soap
a porta potty
guide us where we belong
mouthwash
homeward bound via cigar
cuban
trust
freedom
faith
syndication
faith
Lisa in both terms
one now
one soon
what will,
what can we accompish?
Sunday, 19 July 2015
fear
there's nothing more frightening than fear
it will decimate a man
it will obsess a woman
each one living in their own private fear
nurturing themselves
children have fear
the ghosts in the basement
the attic of monsters
the clown underneath their bed
the vampire in the closet
women have more fear
not having that stripe every month
men fear for women
loss, ego death, decay
jobs and enigmas and garbage picking
walk into the office is enough fear
sex is fear
release
bonding
no answers, only lust
sex releases fear for one tiny thump
back to normal
cigarette
nail-biting and neck itching
fear of not getting junk
naked lunch
forks
forks to mouth
food on them
fear of acceptance
fear to belong
fear of the brain
travels through the cortex into our soul
fear and trembling
fear and nothingness
a page in the back of the newspaper
the milk carton
the jail door
fear is about never leaving anything behind
the aliens, vikings and moors
the ottomans
fear of never existing
losing the battle
dream fear and loss
loathing
out of context
paranoid
find a way to the bathroom stall
fear of the toilet seat
fear of water
fear of lies
fears of scab picking
fears of spiders
animals, light, houses, medication
more fear
nothing but fear
always more
fear out of context
fear of being in
fear of being out
thus,
fear
it will decimate a man
it will obsess a woman
each one living in their own private fear
nurturing themselves
children have fear
the ghosts in the basement
the attic of monsters
the clown underneath their bed
the vampire in the closet
women have more fear
not having that stripe every month
men fear for women
loss, ego death, decay
jobs and enigmas and garbage picking
walk into the office is enough fear
sex is fear
release
bonding
no answers, only lust
sex releases fear for one tiny thump
back to normal
cigarette
nail-biting and neck itching
fear of not getting junk
naked lunch
forks
forks to mouth
food on them
fear of acceptance
fear to belong
fear of the brain
travels through the cortex into our soul
fear and trembling
fear and nothingness
a page in the back of the newspaper
the milk carton
the jail door
fear is about never leaving anything behind
the aliens, vikings and moors
the ottomans
fear of never existing
losing the battle
dream fear and loss
loathing
out of context
paranoid
find a way to the bathroom stall
fear of the toilet seat
fear of water
fear of lies
fears of scab picking
fears of spiders
animals, light, houses, medication
more fear
nothing but fear
always more
fear out of context
fear of being in
fear of being out
thus,
fear
Saturday, 18 July 2015
bicycle
riding on my bicycle
well its not mine technically
method
technique
train here and go further
it's my roommates bike
we're friends
kind of
he works a lot
i sit at home and read
what else should i do?
i could do the dishes or cut the grass
why bother while the dishes pile up
the grass gets longer
reading
improve your mind
feed your head
physically you are fine
psychically the same
open a light
close the door
in the closet
out
it's all the same
why does it matter?
you were there once
now i'm using my brain
--Captain Von Bismarck
well its not mine technically
method
technique
train here and go further
it's my roommates bike
we're friends
kind of
he works a lot
i sit at home and read
what else should i do?
i could do the dishes or cut the grass
why bother while the dishes pile up
the grass gets longer
reading
improve your mind
feed your head
physically you are fine
psychically the same
open a light
close the door
in the closet
out
it's all the same
why does it matter?
you were there once
now i'm using my brain
--Captain Von Bismarck
the ride
has this dream stopped?
is it all over now?
the joy the life the repeats.
i am happy
i know i am
have i lost my dreams
will they find me
I will get there
they will find me
i find myself
find
lost
contemplate
live
lust
desire
continuous motion
don't stop
keep those dreams alive
keep those dreams alive
fall asleep
wake up
this is the ride.
is it all over now?
the joy the life the repeats.
i am happy
i know i am
have i lost my dreams
will they find me
I will get there
they will find me
i find myself
find
lost
contemplate
live
lust
desire
continuous motion
don't stop
keep those dreams alive
keep those dreams alive
fall asleep
wake up
this is the ride.
Friday, 17 July 2015
boogy woogy buggy
There's a bug under my pillow
he writes screenplays while i sleep
never caught the fellow
i'm sure he gets mighty mellow
this bug, named buggy
to me at least
taught me something interesting one day
he said, up and down we go, just stay on course
the buggy wuggy booba, writing under my head
i lay down beside him and he lets me read
i can't read anymore, i'm too excited
i wonder if he'll follow me down the rabbit hole
he contemplates then giggles
i wonder what he wrote
he's just a big ole buggy
seems to be in writer's rut
no rut could stop him
the bus is here
get that boogy woogy buggy
the hell away from here
he writes screenplays while i sleep
never caught the fellow
i'm sure he gets mighty mellow
this bug, named buggy
to me at least
taught me something interesting one day
he said, up and down we go, just stay on course
the buggy wuggy booba, writing under my head
i lay down beside him and he lets me read
i can't read anymore, i'm too excited
i wonder if he'll follow me down the rabbit hole
he contemplates then giggles
i wonder what he wrote
he's just a big ole buggy
seems to be in writer's rut
no rut could stop him
the bus is here
get that boogy woogy buggy
the hell away from here
Thursday, 16 July 2015
13
This is the story about the number 13
it's an unlucky number
mean, cruel, jokerish
but when she gave you 13 you should have said
"well, honey, do they tip you for this work?"
and she'd be all like little bopeep and cutesy and such
she's cute I know
but you should have taken that toonie and said
"here's your tip for today"
and give her a smile
cause that would leave me 11 dollars in my hand
and 11 dollars, is an angel around this part of town.
it's an unlucky number
mean, cruel, jokerish
but when she gave you 13 you should have said
"well, honey, do they tip you for this work?"
and she'd be all like little bopeep and cutesy and such
she's cute I know
but you should have taken that toonie and said
"here's your tip for today"
and give her a smile
cause that would leave me 11 dollars in my hand
and 11 dollars, is an angel around this part of town.
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Henry
i found her
she thought I was flirting with Pauline
but i found her
if she knows then i know
it's perfect
make me blush
teach me
Tuesday, 14 July 2015
Gg's 33rd dream
well she woke up again (well great)
under the stars so bright (my eyes hurts)
can you listen john paul and mary
can you hear the sound (tweet tweet)
ventriloquist walks (always up hill)
i'm leaving today (soon)
to leave this mobile highway (route 0101010)
keep the cool air at bay (jimmy plays)
now mister can't you see me
i'm standing right there
you listen to my whistling (keep in tune)
you listen to the chair (it's a big table)
i'm passed out in a haze somewhere (not purple, I swear)
speaking to the people i know (you and you and you)
they have to bounce around me (hello)
keep a little steady flow (spring water)
little whiskers on a kitty cat (meow)
she humbly accepts the food (yum)
i haven't eaten in a decade (no lie)
might as well try cat food (oh my)
the preachers preach so mighty (up on the pedestal)
the politicians try to understand (write it down)
if they want a political movement (my bowels ache)
just call Manuela in (she's great)
she kicks me in the forehead (again)
i try to stay awake (snores)
she puts me into flash drive (0101010)
i'm just baking cake (no frosting)
the competition is now for gold (mostly silver for me)
we must presently now we see (sight)
the goal post is the presence (I'm there)
i think its all about Hymn now (who's him)
type the numbers into your machine (chase)
i walk on pass the gate (the boulevard)
don't mind me i'm just curious (i'm looking at your shoes)
don't you hideaway for me (it's mum)
my teeth they eat the apples (then frown)
i jump up and down (and down and up)
like a newspaper boy (herethy)
singing out loud (raspy)
i hope all well will guide me (spirits, no drinks)
the sailors swollen shut (bar fly last week)
i might just hope on that railway (a motorbus could be)
give them all something to talk about (quit being mean)
take your daily paper (read it twice)
read about it someday (okay)
screeching on stage like bob (dillon)
hell that might be my 33rd dream (sneeze)
Gg
under the stars so bright (my eyes hurts)
can you listen john paul and mary
can you hear the sound (tweet tweet)
ventriloquist walks (always up hill)
i'm leaving today (soon)
to leave this mobile highway (route 0101010)
keep the cool air at bay (jimmy plays)
now mister can't you see me
i'm standing right there
you listen to my whistling (keep in tune)
you listen to the chair (it's a big table)
i'm passed out in a haze somewhere (not purple, I swear)
speaking to the people i know (you and you and you)
they have to bounce around me (hello)
keep a little steady flow (spring water)
little whiskers on a kitty cat (meow)
she humbly accepts the food (yum)
i haven't eaten in a decade (no lie)
might as well try cat food (oh my)
the preachers preach so mighty (up on the pedestal)
the politicians try to understand (write it down)
if they want a political movement (my bowels ache)
just call Manuela in (she's great)
she kicks me in the forehead (again)
i try to stay awake (snores)
she puts me into flash drive (0101010)
i'm just baking cake (no frosting)
the competition is now for gold (mostly silver for me)
we must presently now we see (sight)
the goal post is the presence (I'm there)
i think its all about Hymn now (who's him)
type the numbers into your machine (chase)
i walk on pass the gate (the boulevard)
don't mind me i'm just curious (i'm looking at your shoes)
don't you hideaway for me (it's mum)
my teeth they eat the apples (then frown)
i jump up and down (and down and up)
like a newspaper boy (herethy)
singing out loud (raspy)
i hope all well will guide me (spirits, no drinks)
the sailors swollen shut (bar fly last week)
i might just hope on that railway (a motorbus could be)
give them all something to talk about (quit being mean)
take your daily paper (read it twice)
read about it someday (okay)
screeching on stage like bob (dillon)
hell that might be my 33rd dream (sneeze)
Gg
Monday, 13 July 2015
generic formulas
Generic formulas to cure the weak
cough and cold, mild and meek
stand through the soft ground
repeat after me
does it join you?
have you allowed yourself to stop?
stop shoving that waste into yourself
become the man you want to be
i have to get fat
i know the word hurts but it's true
no muscle, just skin
precision factors, commissions peak
the microwave twirls
the teevee burns
radioactive beams in the air
make my head hurt because they are there
you think i like candy,
soft-serve ice cream
a little bit of coca-cola
some lemon ice
i do not, you fiends
i live for the day
an active man
Nietzsche is to blame
his back hurts and he cries
he belches and drools
converter in hand
makes him look like a fool
the country is weak
the rich fight the rich
they don't care for the need
just a receipt
turn your head for a moment
spill some water on the ground
remember those who have fallen
the ones who stood proud
Gg
cough and cold, mild and meek
stand through the soft ground
repeat after me
does it join you?
have you allowed yourself to stop?
stop shoving that waste into yourself
become the man you want to be
i have to get fat
i know the word hurts but it's true
no muscle, just skin
precision factors, commissions peak
the microwave twirls
the teevee burns
radioactive beams in the air
make my head hurt because they are there
you think i like candy,
soft-serve ice cream
a little bit of coca-cola
some lemon ice
i do not, you fiends
i live for the day
an active man
Nietzsche is to blame
his back hurts and he cries
he belches and drools
converter in hand
makes him look like a fool
the country is weak
the rich fight the rich
they don't care for the need
just a receipt
turn your head for a moment
spill some water on the ground
remember those who have fallen
the ones who stood proud
Gg
Sunday, 12 July 2015
jester
entranced by the serpents tail
it wraps around the prince`s neck
softly, obeying, and then lush
sprung forth to serenade the king
for it is a jester in a serpents suit
there`s moments when you feel good
then there are moments when you don`t
hence, jester comes into play
he plays and laughs and swims
of course he jests, what else should he do
should he cough in the face of Hades
should he cough in the face of Zeus
for the brothers know, those masons
with their poetry and free will
to understand the basics, we must look to Comte
even Nietzsche, or Hume or Locke
men of the metaphysics
men of another realm
you can see them
and then they frown
no kiddy books here my friends
we are talking like just men and women
in the land of the home
whichever, no, wherever thy my by
scripture is stolen
you look to the gods
when you mention ancient Egypt
expect a day away from it all
a day for it all
it wraps around the prince`s neck
softly, obeying, and then lush
sprung forth to serenade the king
for it is a jester in a serpents suit
there`s moments when you feel good
then there are moments when you don`t
hence, jester comes into play
he plays and laughs and swims
of course he jests, what else should he do
should he cough in the face of Hades
should he cough in the face of Zeus
for the brothers know, those masons
with their poetry and free will
to understand the basics, we must look to Comte
even Nietzsche, or Hume or Locke
men of the metaphysics
men of another realm
you can see them
and then they frown
no kiddy books here my friends
we are talking like just men and women
in the land of the home
whichever, no, wherever thy my by
scripture is stolen
you look to the gods
when you mention ancient Egypt
expect a day away from it all
a day for it all
fruition
hi!
you know me and I don't know you
can
we meet halfway?
where
there is some room?
up
and down the escalator we will go
beg
for the difference, inglorious bold
we
eat, we shit, we run to work
beginning
of a promotion, that is always absurd
this
is life and you are living it
while
some down below think of looking up as impossible
tear
at your dress and let them laugh as you stand there
half
naked, incomplete always looking for dread
no
moment complete, we rave and we mumble
is
this what we have become?
I
believe in the entity of unity and just
when
time comes to fruition, we will be saved by one self
tear
one
tear
two
let
them begin
they
have been castrating me for years
let
me think about it again, going round and round
enough
to fill a piece of paper
it is
all that I have
a
feather and an inkwell
think
about when you first went through this conversation
your
self
again
and again
you
look in the mirror
telling
yourself it's alright
it's
will be
this
conversation is over.
dreams
hath thy dream be lossed
for we in the gallows think not
i do for i am believer of a dreaming
something far away, which may thy gods achieve
for me it is unknown
only sorrow for free
but for free has the advantage of getting better
the philosophers agree
even a man like Stanislavsky was around for free
yet no one knew
help me get back to the dreams I have
for not, I may fall into obsolete, purgatory, venom
am i absurd or do i not shed a tear like any other
may it be for me, or not
yet, as my readers, i hear no commotion
help me think for i am practically alone
in fear and dread and nothingness
can I see the light
will you let me find a way
a way out of this room
away out from this couch
a way, away, ways away
i crumble when i speak and i am told whath not to commence
the moment brings a glass
a fever, a pontoon
i could teach you what you wish to know
just ask as i glide down the boulevard
you may think i am crazy, hell so do i
it won`t stop me from gaining my goals
i look at my bedside and see the faces of dreams
the words of hopefulness
i can only read so much in a day
is that wrong
or is it so right that it draws contempt in your heart
i am for free
for i am not there
i need to be me
to get out of here
unlock me oh lady of wrath
a god unknown in the ancient times
spare me your judgement
i will spare you my wisdom
for we in the gallows think not
i do for i am believer of a dreaming
something far away, which may thy gods achieve
for me it is unknown
only sorrow for free
but for free has the advantage of getting better
the philosophers agree
even a man like Stanislavsky was around for free
yet no one knew
help me get back to the dreams I have
for not, I may fall into obsolete, purgatory, venom
am i absurd or do i not shed a tear like any other
may it be for me, or not
yet, as my readers, i hear no commotion
help me think for i am practically alone
in fear and dread and nothingness
can I see the light
will you let me find a way
a way out of this room
away out from this couch
a way, away, ways away
i crumble when i speak and i am told whath not to commence
the moment brings a glass
a fever, a pontoon
i could teach you what you wish to know
just ask as i glide down the boulevard
you may think i am crazy, hell so do i
it won`t stop me from gaining my goals
i look at my bedside and see the faces of dreams
the words of hopefulness
i can only read so much in a day
is that wrong
or is it so right that it draws contempt in your heart
i am for free
for i am not there
i need to be me
to get out of here
unlock me oh lady of wrath
a god unknown in the ancient times
spare me your judgement
i will spare you my wisdom
Saturday, 11 July 2015
the beginning of an ancient gallery
wise men on rocks
speaking to the vast of many
understand the word and motion
do not get seasick for I am wondrous
sneeze and some one will bless you
fart and cough!!
whisper sweet nothings into my ear
erect-shun
i know it happens like that sometimes
if you can beg the difference
vast landscapes of a utopia
all we hear about is dystopia
generally speaking we wish no more
we revolt!!
into our face book (E=mc2)
do you care have you gone mad yet
i have (I love you)
i love every waking minute of it
we hunch our pages and filled with grace
the letters that reach my soul to waste
deflect the movement yet speak a sound
a burp, a blech!, a stench no doubt
let me whisper something to you now
time is money and you just don`t know how
speaking to the vast of many
understand the word and motion
do not get seasick for I am wondrous
sneeze and some one will bless you
fart and cough!!
whisper sweet nothings into my ear
erect-shun
i know it happens like that sometimes
if you can beg the difference
vast landscapes of a utopia
all we hear about is dystopia
generally speaking we wish no more
we revolt!!
into our face book (E=mc2)
do you care have you gone mad yet
i have (I love you)
i love every waking minute of it
we hunch our pages and filled with grace
the letters that reach my soul to waste
deflect the movement yet speak a sound
a burp, a blech!, a stench no doubt
let me whisper something to you now
time is money and you just don`t know how
Thursday, 9 July 2015
understand the sound
kids
sitting in a unforgotten city landscape
treading
on tough waves of water to get to their homeland
written
by the telegraph printer
watching
the information I see on the screen
I
have to speak their language
understand
their words
consider
the fractions and numerals
time
has spent itself for me and I'm looking back
into
the flames of dishonesty
waiting
for the moment to arrive
she
loves me, she loves me not
the
same old story, everywhere I sit
leaving
a mark on the grass
I
know where I can stand
where
the boutique is and the essence takes hold
do I
ask how bored you must be by now
there's
nothing like that to fuel the burn
limping
and lusting and tumbling around
alone
in a group of many, understand the sound
the
light turns green, we walk together
hand-in-hand
and we should all get better
better
off than it is now
crumbs
on my table, no fool can tell
enough
of this ancient land, lets go to town
Sunday, 5 July 2015
ain't seen before
ain't seen nothing like that in Georgia
never seen a thing like that today
we walk past the moment in the day time
oh Woody past the day time to play
New York City ain't a small place when your drunk
John Lee Hooker sings the songs
I'm waiting for my bus to get back to Georgia
see if I can find myself some light
while this guitar kills fascists
he got shot many times in the Belly with Lead
rich folk don't speak the language I'm speaking
ain't that just something for this man
each Dagger hits me square in the forehead
drinking that railway turpentine
doctor said i'd make me blind
why would I wanna see anyways?
theres Jack and Allen and even William S too
they write down their pages in a well-written poetry book
for Hank and Bob and sometimes Ramblin Jack
they made no fortune out of clay
now from the Western front
the cats emerge
politically at their best
I read a newspaper today
almost made me vomit
we all get a chance to sing the blues
I'm headed on down that highway
headed back to highway 61
back there to wear a ball and chain
never seen a thing like that today
we walk past the moment in the day time
oh Woody past the day time to play
New York City ain't a small place when your drunk
John Lee Hooker sings the songs
I'm waiting for my bus to get back to Georgia
see if I can find myself some light
while this guitar kills fascists
he got shot many times in the Belly with Lead
rich folk don't speak the language I'm speaking
ain't that just something for this man
each Dagger hits me square in the forehead
drinking that railway turpentine
doctor said i'd make me blind
why would I wanna see anyways?
theres Jack and Allen and even William S too
they write down their pages in a well-written poetry book
for Hank and Bob and sometimes Ramblin Jack
they made no fortune out of clay
now from the Western front
the cats emerge
politically at their best
I read a newspaper today
almost made me vomit
we all get a chance to sing the blues
I'm headed on down that highway
headed back to highway 61
back there to wear a ball and chain
Friday, 3 July 2015
sippin some frappe
the monument of the desperate story plagues the writer to his own pain
the writer cannot feel this pain because he has no organs for senses or feeling
he just exists, he's there and he has a common hand and writes with it
the temper of the common friend, speaks to me in the tones of spiritual indignation
welcome to the full blown past
of a mind that was psyched when he felt like the time has come to be ready and move
get away from this place and tell me how you feel
when can we be together
what can we do again?
are we even in this moment, do you see what's around you?
we can be gods, for just one day of course
i'll be sipping some frappe and we'll find you soon.
the writer cannot feel this pain because he has no organs for senses or feeling
he just exists, he's there and he has a common hand and writes with it
the temper of the common friend, speaks to me in the tones of spiritual indignation
welcome to the full blown past
of a mind that was psyched when he felt like the time has come to be ready and move
get away from this place and tell me how you feel
when can we be together
what can we do again?
are we even in this moment, do you see what's around you?
we can be gods, for just one day of course
i'll be sipping some frappe and we'll find you soon.
run to me now
the future is in your hands
baby why do you figure out your plan
i wonder why you trying to break free
complimenting your degree
i awoke in the sunny morning
i whisper in the sand
come to me, my baby darling
come gather round me tonight
I'll tell you a story
how life's supposed to be
you ready for this girl
do you believe in the essence of time to be?
the moment we touched
was the night of the love
he works the cause and effect
in the gentle sky
break free from the casket
throw Johnny a dime
now when I whisper in your ear
i want you so near
help me find destiny
it'll make me feel glad
these visions I see
both of you and me
can we turn up the music?
in the mind of a child
the orchestra plays
to your daddy's dismay
run to me now
run to me now
run to me now
said the shaman to the dirt
think about those folks
forget about them all around
jump in the sky
you may never come down
in the sky
in the sky
in the sky
up above
in the sky
Gg
missed the swing
sitting back again
in the same coffee shop
where am i?
who are you?
what arrrre you doing reading this?
tell me why, you must,
you have to
think about it
think clearly and figure it out
it may cloud your mind through perception
could even be visually seen?
did you read the book?
can't you believe?
I speak when we dance
I twirl when we compete
I get sick when I twirl
you laugh in my face
can you dig it child
it happens every time you say grace
next to bat is a man named Joe
he practices yoga
a man stretching at night
people watch and take pictures
of a similar fight
Joe missed the swing
he was so much better before
what had changed?
what hath Joe done?
he clogged his arteries with greasy food
they made him eat bread
and cake and pie too
he wasn't Joe anymore
just a simple wangadoo
a simple sauna, a couple of runs
Joe couldn't pass 1st base
so what did they do with Joe
the big swinger bat
they left him to the Orioles
paying the Blue Jays back
in the same coffee shop
where am i?
who are you?
what arrrre you doing reading this?
tell me why, you must,
you have to
think about it
think clearly and figure it out
it may cloud your mind through perception
could even be visually seen?
did you read the book?
can't you believe?
I speak when we dance
I twirl when we compete
I get sick when I twirl
you laugh in my face
can you dig it child
it happens every time you say grace
next to bat is a man named Joe
he practices yoga
a man stretching at night
people watch and take pictures
of a similar fight
Joe missed the swing
he was so much better before
what had changed?
what hath Joe done?
he clogged his arteries with greasy food
they made him eat bread
and cake and pie too
he wasn't Joe anymore
just a simple wangadoo
a simple sauna, a couple of runs
Joe couldn't pass 1st base
so what did they do with Joe
the big swinger bat
they left him to the Orioles
paying the Blue Jays back
Thursday, 2 July 2015
cherries on
write for the screen
they told me
who's they?
are you they?
could be day but it's night time now
play a little diddly til the cat goes meow
sit on your sofa and drink it all drunk
get passed the test that you gonna flunk
you drink and drive, no care in the world
cop busts you over, oh shit hide the squirrel
"hello officer, is there a problem?"
he smells my breath, shit this gonna be a problem
"where you folks headed?'
down south I assumed
well get your ass there
before I taser you too
shit, what a relief, I thought we be goners for sure
then he pulled up next to me, cherries on
he wasn't going to let me get very far
he walked over to my side, flashlight in his hand
"you forgot your license"
he tucked it into my hand
my god, my hearts racing
i gotta catch my breath
then you wake up on the floor
heinken in your hand, you see your girl
triple soda from me to you
she kicks me in the stomach, what the fuck did i do
"you been staring at that bitch all night, you self hating boo"
now I admit I was checking her out, that booty gave me no doubt
i lay on the floor and think of the past
did this story even make any sense?
they told me
who's they?
are you they?
could be day but it's night time now
play a little diddly til the cat goes meow
sit on your sofa and drink it all drunk
get passed the test that you gonna flunk
you drink and drive, no care in the world
cop busts you over, oh shit hide the squirrel
"hello officer, is there a problem?"
he smells my breath, shit this gonna be a problem
"where you folks headed?'
down south I assumed
well get your ass there
before I taser you too
shit, what a relief, I thought we be goners for sure
then he pulled up next to me, cherries on
he wasn't going to let me get very far
he walked over to my side, flashlight in his hand
"you forgot your license"
he tucked it into my hand
my god, my hearts racing
i gotta catch my breath
then you wake up on the floor
heinken in your hand, you see your girl
triple soda from me to you
she kicks me in the stomach, what the fuck did i do
"you been staring at that bitch all night, you self hating boo"
now I admit I was checking her out, that booty gave me no doubt
i lay on the floor and think of the past
did this story even make any sense?
Wednesday, 1 July 2015
aloe vera
Vincent Aloevera was a brat, a goddamn lazy motherfucker who thought he could break through and mess with me. Fuckin' mess with my head and tell ME! fucking ME! what to do. I can't handle that shit when some hot headed new, what I expect, to be professional starts lipping me off about a lock that HE, HE couldn't break into. I know he was passed to me by the syndicate but who else knows exactly what that means. He could have been just some renegade that I had to babysit. The clock is ticking and the safe is still locked. I'm gonna shoot it, gawdamn. I tell him to get the fuck out of the way and I unload my glock. It's okay, I have another one at my ankle. And voila! We have the money and we are just in need of the way out. It was easy getting in and now I fear it will take a hell of a long time to get out of this condo. There's one elevator and stairs, on the 15th floor. The bags are filled with that beautiful, sexy, dreamy cash and Aloe thinks his shit don't stink. We make it out, with more than enough time. So, I figure, why not get his share of the cash too. It's the only logical way. Hell, I never killed a man before and I don't plan on doing so. I tell Vincent to stop in the alleyway and I shoot both his knees and I see the bullet stick to the bone in the muzzle flash. There's problem number one out of the way and the cops are investing the 15th floor while I call a taxi and head to the bar.
This seedy shitty place but it's okay by me and I need to drop off the money to someone name Ragu. I look over the barroom and I see my eyes meet with a man, must be Ragu. I throw the dough on the table. He gets the finders fee and I keep the rest.
"What happened to V?" Ragu asks
"Got shot, poor guy. Probably dying in an alleyway somewhere" I say.
I leave the bar, no drink. I need to hide this money. So, I go to the OTB and play the game. I'm up 4 grand and I leave.
I go to sleep like a baby. And I put Aloe vera on my back.
This seedy shitty place but it's okay by me and I need to drop off the money to someone name Ragu. I look over the barroom and I see my eyes meet with a man, must be Ragu. I throw the dough on the table. He gets the finders fee and I keep the rest.
"What happened to V?" Ragu asks
"Got shot, poor guy. Probably dying in an alleyway somewhere" I say.
I leave the bar, no drink. I need to hide this money. So, I go to the OTB and play the game. I'm up 4 grand and I leave.
I go to sleep like a baby. And I put Aloe vera on my back.
in New York somewhere
Look, you don't know me and I don't know you
But I need you to hold this for me
Don't look inside, don't throw it in your purse
You have to believe me, it's an undying curse
-the man said with blood on his face
I left two friends for this bag
You don't have to know my name
Just keep it near your heart
This bag can change history, both our lives
Shit, the cops are on my tail
I gotta leave, good bye
-the man left jumping over fences
Should I look in it now? Or save it til later?
But I need you to hold this for me
Don't look inside, don't throw it in your purse
You have to believe me, it's an undying curse
-the man said with blood on his face
I left two friends for this bag
You don't have to know my name
Just keep it near your heart
This bag can change history, both our lives
Shit, the cops are on my tail
I gotta leave, good bye
-the man left jumping over fences
I hid in the shadow
Afraid of what I might find
Should I look in it now? Or save it til later?
What could it be. it could change the world?
I had to, no wait, I must stop, I'll wait
But the tension was killing me.
No! Yes! No! Yes! my thoughts titter tattered.
The police drove by and I sneak in a hotel lobby
This paper bag, I must open or else.
I looked inside and found myself dismay
a bag of bread
the only thing that could save his family
that man would go to jail
just to feed his family
-a tear at the eye of an unknown woman
in New York somewhere
I fell
I fell
fell down hard
when everything was looking up
it all fell at once
my face in the sand
dirt on my shoulders
an open grave
my name on the tombstone
a little picture from high school
no coffin, just another hole in the ground
could I pick myself up?
the dreams I had, nearly extinct
I can't turn back
timing
when I was looking in the mirror
missed my cue
as usual
I fell
but that won't stop me
I actually cried
in tears
barking to the angels at my side
they can lift me up
I won't go down again
maybe it's all just a faze
a middle life crisis
one forth of my life
everything changes
I have you
I can'r see
but I remember
I can type
the words of destiny
where it stands
my dreams can come back
they have now
because of you
I want to thank you
thank you
for letting you break on through
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