"Get right down! From that horse," he said,
As high and as proud as the champion's stead.
"Come right out, and we'll settle this fair,
And the folk all around will hide from the square.
Draw on three and we'll see who's best,
Loser gets to leave and the winner gets the rest."
One, two, three, and the bangs hit the sky,
And the ranger hits the ground and I leave him there to fry.
"And if you decide to come back 'round,
Just remember that the sheriff has a hold of this town!"
That boy runnoft back the way he came
Cause this devil's just a girl, but the the sheriff just the same.
I could tell you that I stole your photo,-
Just so I'd show Santa my wish for X-mas;
I'd get your line with, 'I read NUMBERS-
But didn't find yours despite the fuss.'
I have what it takes to figure you out,-
Like curving the Mona Lisa out of rock;
To PrinceCharm my way to your heart,
Using my key and changing your lock.
I could make you fall in love with me;
Steal your heart and get away with it.
I could convince you that I'm Mr. Right,
And be the ruler of your measure for sweet.
Technically, I could be an angel;
Have you think I'm too good for true.
But in stead, I'll take every step-
Of the journey, till I deserve you.
I'll not approach you with a pick up line.
I'll not even play my best card.
I'll be so 'me' that it'll only be right-
For you to want to lower your guard.
But I'll not let you do that at all!
I want you to love me at your strongest-
Point, so that you'll give your heart to me,
Knowing that I truly am the best.
I'll ride, happily on your mood swings.
I will listen when you talk to me.
I'll hold you tight when there no words,
And laugh at your jokes though they're not funny.
I will show you my every skeleton,
My good side and my bad one.
I'll love you like can't be said,
I'll be your all, your boo, your man.
I could rub in the fact that I'm attractive,
But truth is, I don't want attention.
So, I'll let my persona do the job-
And attract your heart's affection.
So... Other than play all the right moves,
I'll play all the moves true.
Not game, I'll spit out every single lie;
Tangle you in truths till I deserve you.
Keep Smiling
I could tell you that I stole your photo,-
Just so I'd show Santa my wish for X-mas;
I'd get your line with, 'I read NUMBERS-
But didn't find yours despite the fuss.'
I have what it takes to figure you out,-
Like curving the Mona Lisa out of rock;
To PrinceCharm my way to your heart,
Using my key and changing your lock.
I could make you fall in love with me;
Steal your heart and get away with it.
I could convince you that I'm Mr. Right,
And be the ruler of your measure for sweet.
Technically, I could be an angel;
Have you think I'm too good for true.
But in stead, I'll take every step-
Of the journey, till I deserve you.
I'll not approach you with a pick up line.
I'll not even play my best card.
I'll be so 'me' that it'll only be right-
For you to want to lower your guard.
But I'll not let you do that at all!
I want you to love me at your strongest-
Point, so that you'll give your heart to me,
Knowing that I truly am the best.
I'll ride, happily on your mood swings.
I will listen when you talk to me.
I'll hold you tight when there no words,
And laugh at your jokes though they're not funny.
I will show you my every skeleton,
My good side and my bad one.
I'll love you like can't be said,
I'll be your all, your boo, your man.
I could rub in the fact that I'm attractive,
But truth is, I don't want attention.
So, I'll let my persona do the job-
And attract your heart's affection.
So... Other than play all the right moves,
I'll play all the moves true.
Not game, I'll spit out every single lie;
Tangle you in truths till I deserve you.
Keep Smiling
when life throws you lemons
and you are tired of lemonade,-
look for somebody with fish-
and make a feast in stead.
when life throws you lemons-
and you already have an appetite-
just Google 'how to farm lemons'-
and search for an orchard site.
when life throws you lemons-
and you're near a restaurant or bar,
make the easiest money ever.
sell the damn things! you needn't go far.
when life throws you lemons-
while you only wanted an orange,
go to the nearest local market,-
and just try your best to exchange.
when life throws you lemons-
and you know not what to do,
just keep them safe for June-
or look for someone with a flu.
when life throws you lemons-
and you just don't want them,
leave them on the road and go.
life might have had a wrong aim.
Keep Smiling
I spend my days
trying not to cave
or give in to this sense of despair
but inside I'm drowning in panic
as I fight to the surface for air
At night while in bed it continues
there is no escape
it would seem
inevitably once I fall asleep
I awaken again with a scream
I don't know where it comes from
or how it gets into my head
but I don't get the chance
to dream any more
as nightmares appear in their stead
My body is beaten and tired
exhausted again here I lay
watching the clock
as the numbers count down
to another miserable day
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It's been quite some time since I've been here,
This forest I mean.
What a magical place it is,
Where dragons have been cleaved;
And faeries caged.
The moonlight drips over its canvas,
In between the canopy,
Unto rustling decomposition.
Although I wounder to myself,
"Where is Hercules tonight?"
Maybe the city lights are flushing out
The constellations which articulate my thoughts,
And imbue their synergy
Into the masterpiece of the night sky.
Silly humans.
Thinking they can do whatever they want,
To achieve their dreams.
Well, I'm not sorry to break it to you all; but
Time has to happen before it exists.
So all your petty hopes and wishes are simply
Problems you are all creating
That were never destined to be there in the first place.
Who am I to decide though.
Decisions, decisions;
Fate waiting to happen,
Statistics tor record.
But Destiny is already turning her gears.
Working the clock.
So many thoughts trickling through my mind,
Sitting here under this eucalyptus tree.
The arouma is so soothing...
It reminds me of the princess who lived in a cave.
The very grounds where I was nearly slaughtered,
By her knight in shining armour.
No, I wasn't the one glistening under the moonlight,
For the person being slaughtered would be none other than myself.
She would sit in horror at the scene when she awoke.
Only to find that the knight simply wanted to defend her well-being.
Something I could never do.
Because defending one means bringing wraith upon another.
I could never do that.
For the guilt I would feel,
And remorse ten fold that the relatives of the one being hurt would feel.
Empathy would be the enemy,
Not the one "endangering" my beloved.
So I'll die in her stead.
So I musn't experience the ulterior hatred of her eyes,
As she looks at me as if I were her Saviour.
No, that isn't what I want.
So if it means her heart in someone else's hands,
So be it.
So long she is happy,
And safe.
No matter how long I should wait for her return,
No matter the distance achieved between us;
Both physically and emotionally,
I will always Love her.
Not to the moon and back,
For landing upon the stars simply puts me at rest
Of the brink of death from the fall.
Gravity isn't near,
But Darkness most certainly is.
Everything in "space" is nothing.
Zero.
But the clock keeps its schedule on point,
And the gears of Destiny still turn;
although the time is certainly out of joint.
I exposed my breasts to the clovers
and the clover reveled in the exposure to porcelain forests
from days of bronze and days of clay
the brothers and the fathers
for the mother
at her feet, kneeling
travel wreaths of holly
porcelain children in their stead
the sun bleached wheel of life is turning
and with the poor man's banners
needles in our fingers lead
blood under our nails
we weave further down our destined columns in the field
in the fields
under an overlaid full moon
lulled together into our lovers bed
lulled together into our mother's and father's homestead
I am moved
I am touched by the ridged shell of the crab
as it holds on
clutches to what the earth has
what it knows
as was done to me,
I will hold this child's hand
the mothers sing and they pant
up the hill we carry with fervent hands
new trees for the Porcelain Forrest
from days of bronze and days of clay
this is where our sun bleached vertical bones will be lain
Everything I say can never be unique
Its all recycled and up-cycled from spit on the street.
Next to the pavement,
underneath
the asphalt,: black, bloody, bleak
When I speak
There is nothing new to say.
Combined in a verse or tense
past or present
prosed in a way
obscure to rational thought. Cursed.
It's worse than worsening.
Suessing,
Sprucing up words
that were
left right
on the curb.
Busted,
Rusted
in god's stead, they trusted
dollars and bills.
Dollar bills
encrusted with lies
Idol-I-
zation.
Idol-me-nation.
Idolatry gives life
to puppets. It's really a Toy Story.
spontaneous
reporting on the words and the voices
inside her head
"we lost another good one" they said,
all blue faced and bruised
too much too much you could say
when the needle touches the grain
life is fragile for all ages,skin,and creed...
the homeless.
they all mourned like cats in the rain
wet and miserable
still
stead fast
with ambition in stillness
the black cat had a very stoic existance
in this scene of mourning
and scents of many kinds
etc etc
the last time the moon came down this close was this time last year
when we all sat on the one bulb lit back porch of the old joint and treated each other with kindness and cheer
help that you get from your friends.
it was going to be the last time...
she said she was "going to start over brand new"
this was never the ending
ever planned for this life of lamb
the earth knew she would be back to dust as soon as she turned to ash
sooner than later...
life got away from her
the spinnning spirals of life's patterns must have grown too deep...
the colored glass wind chimes ring in the back ground
birds singing and crying
aloud right on time with the plan
left with many thoughts of the scene
the blue lady
still laying there on her side
right behind the drug store actions all in vein
the cool stone his breath, he digs
hoping to find what he is longing for
the shimmer of a gold vain? sure of what they said
o how they told him long ago
so he blisters, too deep to remember, and how long the depths
the pick axe worn thin, blood and bone and steal and will
rip into the next swing, and cold chunks of stone
fall onto cold chunks of stone, piles, drifting in two and three
...wanting gold
to dig into a swinging party this deep must be a farce… yet
his hands no longer blister, and finding love brief and wonderful,
wild flowers in bloom, a field of holly, the most beautiful
dancing, the sway and whimsy of a ball surround
wind harps sweet air; the beat of the drums stead fast
and after the waltz, the moon walks them home,
knees… begin to ache, the weight of her beauty sore,
her pedals fall against the shores of lapping tides
and fading dreams…
and the longing for gold remembers him
….....deep underground, he awakens to hands blistered dry, now laying beside… detached
knees worn away, and his arms too… just pain the mind reassures
leaving his limbs behind, he must be close… this body to drag, is at least a bit lighter now
for the journey is another mouth full of dirt, the warm carbon against busted teeth
a broken inch crawls into light, the eyes struck blind and his tired tears do not stop him…
still the warm glow, somehow a reminder of the past, an old guide longing to meet him...
and something ancient still looms behind him too, a trail… the thick shadow, of fresh soil
so thoughts convince, to the center of the earth
or maybe a candle, that knows not that it shines,
the warmth he has been longing for, the shadow of dust behind
told of gold, sets off into the soil, and deeps the cold stone
and the cruel trick! or so he thinks, there is no gold down here at all!
just his warm laughter…
and the light ahead…
and the dung behind…
and the earth worm
continues to dig
with a smile
less than an inch away...
from summer grasses
and blooming
goldenrod
