Riding boots, helmet, and garments of leather
All equipped to meet a safety need
Jump on and shout, “never say never!”
You embark with your loyal steed
You and your soul mate take a lofty stroll
Before charging at the speed of light!
So that you can minimize the harmful toll
And continue to glide across like a kite
Hurdles and other similar props
Can easily be defeated by the soaring jump
With riding tricks grasped, your horse could never stop
Until there is no more power left in its energy pump
Falling off sometimes seems inevitable
Especially when your horse sees the tasty blue
Your bond rhythm needs to be sustainable
So that your horse can follow on cue
Rider and horse share a deep connection
With the two in sync, you will win the next riding election
Player Player, I Played Your Game,
Once Again I Lay Limp And Lame,
With A Stepped On Heart,
Which Was Caught And Tamed,
Dry And Brittle--It Waits For Rain
Player Player, You Found Me Fooled,
Helpless I Slipped Under Your Rule,
My Firey Soul,
Was Darastically Cooled,
Why Oh Why Heart Do You Fall For The Tools?
Player Player, Do You Think I Am Easy,
Like A Warm Summer Day's Cool And Breezy,
Boy, I Really Ain't So Sleazy,
If Only You Tried To Find The Real Me
"Let's put a band together and make a million bucks."
With that statement, you changed billions of lives
You were a true friend of a tormented poet
The greatest bass player ever, who didn't play guitar
Two hands moving separately, one playing melody, the other rhythm
The leader and backbone of the poetic, soul rock band
The Door gently closed on Ray Manzarek
On May 20, 2013, nearly 40 years after Jim
"This is the End. My only friend, the end."
As the keyboard's melody drifts away
And the bass organ thunders on
"Riders on the Storm"
Like the moon calls the sea
I wish you to be with mea
we meet and part
each time a pain in my heart
Without you my eyes grow dull
and my muscles ache
you give me liveliness and soul
every morning leaving you is a mistake
Each night you seduce me with sweet nothings
Each night your embrace warms and soothes the stings
We don't talk to each other but travel to worlds surreal
Five senses for my heart and hands to feel
Every summer night we were between the seams
Showing each other's dreams
my love a fire, I'm ready to commit
burning red to orange and dull but to never quit
Tonight I want to sleep with none other
Under all your hard rock armor a hero lies in you.
You are a kind and gentle soul.
Each time they say your name I think of your kindness.
I think of your humorous self.
I think of the poetry you write that sends a shiver down my spine.
But when their words are against you I turn into the Night Killer.
I get angry and fangs come out.
They suffer more than necessary.
Just how I like it.
Nothing can come between us.
Even in death we will be together.
Because I am always dead.
Satanic! Ha, we are atheists!
I hope she likes the taste of blood.
That douchè needs to die.
I will be the one to do it.
Gasping for breath
How many times
Should I pretend?
Smiles and laughter
Scratches and nightmares
Preening and playing
Screaming and binging
Parties with liquor
Bleeding and bruising
Watching and curious
Withering and unconscious
Caress my broken soul
Maybe my spirit's just
Is that what you called me?
A fucking Satanic?
I'm atheist for one
For two you must comprehend
The undeniable difference between
Insane and Satanic
Allow me to elaborate
Insanity comes from the constant
Redundant tolerance of bullshit
People like you propose
Satanism comes from the belief
That a super being with horns and wings
Can buy your soul and give you equality
Maybe I'll use you in my next ritual
Ask for the gift of sanity
So I can tolerate your bullshit some more
Before you call me satanic
Learn how insane I am
Or I'll have to show you
The magic we had, has suddenly become an uncommon visitor to our lives. A tired stranger, who's sick of being around.
He has left, and has taken many things with him. He took the spark we had at first away. That spark which never seemed to leave your shining soul.
Feels like I'm lost in this ocean of despair. And every time you speak to me the waves carry me trying to get to solid ground. I can't make it to the ground, because I can't reach it alone.
It all ended in a blink of an eye.
One time I was holding your hand, and the next one I was holding our memories which slipped my mind and flew across the air where they got lost in the valley of hopeless dreams.
And the worst part is I don't even know what I did wrong. The road suddenly took a turn without me even seeing it. That sudden turn threw me away and I bounced many times breaking my thoughts and bleeding loneliness. Many scars were left by your kisses and your sweet words. Those words which now squeeze my heart and crack my ear
There are no magic memories
Fit to fix an old man's soul,
Or time befuddled bunnies
Traipsing down a rabbit hole.
There is no pot of gold, I'm told,
At the rainbow's end.
Nor an Alice fool enough to call
The Queen of Hearts her friend.
There is no quest for Camelot
Unsinged by writer's block.
Or a Pan within a labyrinth
Dispensing magic chalk.
There are no Gnomes, no spirit keys,
No dragon wars, no trees that sneeze,
No roads paved in that yellow brick,
No fairies darting low and quick
Through enchanted dandelion seas
Alongside the Everbetter Bees.
There are no mountains draped in gold,
Nor pixie dust bright as the stars.
No armored bears to fight a cold
Just to gain some battle scars.
There is no cheese upon the moon,
No mermaids deep in a lagoon,
Or pirates haunting Neverland,
Nor flying carpets o'er sea and sand.
No segacious wizards wise and fair,
No time-traveling rocking chair
Until that wild winding wind we share
Showers imagination here and there,
Up, up high and down below,
In places gently capped with snow,
Where every wiley fuss will know
All the greatest memories go.
There are no wonders left to see
Until somebody sets them free.
And that's where Carroll inspires me,
And I get so lost in young Barrie.
Where one rides a magic alligator,
Dahl flies in his glass elevator.
Where Genie's kindly grant a new wish,
Geisel shares his "one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish,"
To my Muse, that is the grandest sight,
And why I am compelled to write.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"I can believe anything provided it is incredible."
~ Oscar Wilde
From the dying firelight I stand ,
Burning embers fry my feet where I stood!
I stand in your honour,
Proud as love lives!
Life will thrive,
Nourished and nutured,
As natures' own dreams intended!
As crippled soul,
I am restrained,
I don't love,
I want no love,
I know no love,
Other than your proviso,
Love could kill,
If I'd let her,
I won't she has no holds,
She has no boundaries,
Strength in my honour,
No others have these causal effects,
Tragic, nonetheless magic,
My claws rip at the tide of flowing love,
Scratching myself on the way!
Life is deathly in dark hallows!
Light will prevail ...no qualms!
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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