Archive for June, 2010

I need a place to keep my brains
When I snooze or take my naps
The things I see and hear drains
My electrified synapses 

Wish I could sleep like my old cat
But all I ever find there
Is faces shocked from budgets fat
With credit card disaster

A landscape strewn with homes foreclosed
And unemployment mounting
How can I sleep amid such woes
My nighttime rest is haunting

There are some times like these we know
When people shed the trap
Of bondage from financial woe
And rose above this crap

But now the sights inside my brain
Won’t sit in places dusky
Unless I find how to contain
The thoughts of Dostoevsky

Till then I have to beat this rap
I only need some sleep now
Instead my Lily-livered cap
Is pulled below my eyebrow

So here’s the sleep that I have lost
My brains are one cool cat
Maybe I can avoid the cost
‘Neath Dostoevsky’s hat

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Pull back your harsh encounter
Bring not your evil pursed lips into my face
Hold fast that icy breath
You vast devouring scourge

Today I have turned my back
On your evil continence
Long have I relished the day
Upon which
Your evil
Would cease to pester my quiet foot
My naked face and weary eye

Today I embrace the hot
Pulsing, glaring fire of the tiny universe
Of my great ancestors, and swear
I am still here!
You have not killed me yet!
You bitter wind!
You frozen ground!
You white dragon of death!

Today I shed my outer layers
To lavish all my extremities
In the grand healing rays of Rah!
Sun god!
Giver of life!
Master of all that grows
And brings sweet smells
Of birth and regeneration

Now I shall dig and plant
Build and store
From the bounty of this great planet
And gird my measly existence against
One more intolerable winter


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I’ll sling blade for you if you’ll take my long days journey into night. Just don’t let the boys from Brazil, cross my thin blue line while they paint your wagon hoping you can meet the parents, Laura.But, I know they’ll do the right thing when they get to my big fat Greek wedding on that endless summer day. What a splash, so long as there’s not a mighty wind that April in Paris.So don’t do the China syndrome when you discover that you’re the last of the Mohicans. Ever since I got you out of that animal house and planted you with a French kiss, we have had this fatal attraction, life on the edge, affair to remember.

But it’s not going to be like mission impossible 2 keep the father of the bride from all the cries and whispers knowing our dirty little secrete, on moon light bay.After the year of living dangerously, Oliver, it’s time to make an exodus from the endless summer and admit that life is beautiful and we are just eighteen and anxious. So here’s to the brothers Otoole and the 80,000, usual suspects that made the wedding party, the shining, melody for the lovers.Now as a member of the wedding and one who’s in harms way, let me ask, guess who’s coming to dinner? all work U.S. Copyright protected

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Oh you joy filled birds of song,
Where has your flowered nesting gone?
Remember all that you have sung,
Your melodies to cheer us on,
This solemn day of change.
Where has your flowered nesting gone,
This day of change?

Oh you fish of stream and pond,
Sun glistens as you spin and spawn,
The waters where your fledgling play,
Grow rank with oil warm and gray.
On this solemn day of change,
Sun glistens as you spin and spawn,
This day of change.

Oh you creatures of the wood
We long to hear you call your young
Your shiny coats, on fashion thrive,
The trees lay flat where soon we’ll drive,
On this solemn day of change,
We long to hear you call your young,
This day of change.

Oh you winds of Winter long
Mountain peaks, you carve upon
Their icy tops feed spring and pond,
In warming sky will snows be gone?
On this solemn day of change,
Mountain peaks you carve upon
This day of change.

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You say..
Because we are together
That is all the proof
I need
Of your love

So please
Don’t take it
As an act of hate
On my part
Should I die

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I can no longer dismiss
Your shadow of doubt
The crack of your kiss
That lands like a fist

My life I lived out
In all your silence
Culling our dreams in the bout
Smashing hope in a knockout

Regardless of any implore
You’ve tossed my heart
Like a hat, on the floor
Walked out and shut the door

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The life of a bullet
Has come my way

It could have served ‘Clint’
As in make “make my day”

Or Flag draped hero
In Earth to lay

When new it glistened
Now bent and gray

Once married it’s breach
It’s life it gave

On it’s one way trip
Too short to say…

“What is my purpose?”
It cannot delay

No choice in target
Of pigeon, clay

Just a promising child
Intent on play

The life of a bullet
Took mine away

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