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My small account
I'm ignored by a lot less people
joe king
You can run roughshod over our language
Mangling it making it hard to comprehend
You can put your faith in some ultimate higher being
Choosing some far out law that allows you to be mean

You can kiss either a conservative or a liberal ***
Letting them add to their larder that's already overflowing
You can play any style of music and try to force it on others
Driving around town with the windows down
could it be something
that the whole world believes true
which is illusion
I'm going down
To the local bar
To visit
One of the toilets
I'm going to be
A star
Let me see
If the shoe fits
I beats the crap
Out of rap
Think I'll put my hands
Into my arm pits
I dream of
The weirdest stuff
Like just call me
Vanilla Nice
I'm the wiggar
Who likes to
Roll the dice
I don't get caught
In a trap
No not like
Those other mice
No ****
It just came out
I had to get up
And write it down
This ain't no stick up
So baby you can
Put your hands down
You can label me a fool
You can say I'm a clown
I guess it's just
I'm looking for that sound
Laugh my *** off
I couldn't get back to sleep
I guess I'm going down
So ****** cold
and yet to hit deep freeze.

We love long Johns,
we love long Johns,
we love foot longs.

Have to use a pair of tweezers
to pull a hair out of
a hot bowl of soup;
when asked 'what are you doing with those,
I answer 'what do you think I'm doing,
they're pluckers,plucker'.

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I'm not here
to testify

I'm not here
to mystify

I'm not here
to justify

I didn't come here
to classify

I didn't come here
for no donkey ride

I feel out-side
I feel outside

I only came her
because my dog has died
I'm going down
to the local bar
to see one of
the toilets.
I'm goin' to
try and be
a star..
see if the shoe fits.

I'm goin' to find
a beat whether
it's crap or rap.
I'm goin' to
put my hands
in my armpits
and hope to hell
I don't got the clap,
and shout it out
'cause it'll be about
something,
even if it's the *****.

Every time
I hear the phrase
'Hip Hop'
I think of Easter
being on its way.
I'm going to call me
Vanilla not so nice,
the whitey who rolls them dice,
don't get caught in no trap
like all those other mice.

Hell, now I'm flippin' house's,
what a way to land on your feet..
and I still hear my songs on the radio..
...not often mind you.

Lot's of people make mistakes
while others get some breaks,
Now I may have said some things
to get yourtail feathers up..
but don't you worry about me,
I can take the blow-by-blow.
It could be a lot worse don't you know.
I could be some numb nuts like David Allan Coe.

I could leave this one to rest
because it's most clearly
not one of my best,
but it woke me up one morning
and I had to right it down..


© 2012
To live to love
inch by inch
metre by metre
mile by mile
I walk inside of
the straight and narrow.

My spiritual life
has me bopping
up and down
feeling like a child
bouncing away
while sitting in
a well worn Jolly-Jumper

I walk the streets
and the highways
trying to flag down
A ride away from the crossroad

I'd rather live
in a trailer
than be a cellar dweller.

Let a strong wind
******* over
before that basement
fills with mould.

If I could I would
Trap a moment
so I could live it out twice
no wait three times or four.

Two steps forward
three steps back.
According to the Universe
there is nothing I lack.
Only I'm left to think
instead of just
doing what I do.

Inch by inch
metre by metre
mile by mile
I learn to live in love.
Walking that fine line
between the sea and the shore
I hear the song
and I follow along
If you ask me
I don't know what for
a carrot on a stick
A dog with a bone

Twisting a top
Twisting a lot

You turn around
To see what you've got

You call yourself a poet
You write about that
Don't you holler at me
Don't you call me fat

I've got everything fine mama needs
We're  stuck together like glue
We just do what it is we please
Do what it is we do

I call 'em like it is and that's a fact
No painting of the red doors black
No mojo workin' only horns and drums
When it comes to diplomacy I'm all thumbs
just like
you
to
not
always
hate them,
the
death of
infatuation
kills
the manners.

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I look to the past
and I am reminded
of how my father
abused his lungs
for a buck and twenty years.

The only thing he has to show for it
is a small pension, a Seiko watch
and an oxygen tank.

At 84 his mind is keen
but he can't even water the flowers
without losing his breath.

Every year that passes
he says it's going to be his last.
He just sent me his engraved watch
telling me it's a keepsake.

When the dealer has dealt
his last hand, I want to be there,
like it was when I was a kid
and I didn't even know what
'pour me *******' meant.

All he says to me now is
"don't hang your head in shame,
hold your head high
when you come face to face
with your maker".

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write me
out

write
me in

you
are

a nothing

you're too
thin skinned

wage war

your
address
is
with
you

don't
be surprised

if
you
find
a ****

that
you can't polish
In Out

"**** you can't polish"
*tomwaits
I stole
the idea

I must confess

I plucked it
from the station

I have
no regrets

It was mine
for the taking

all mine
all mine

if anyone
says it's not

I'll say
they are lying

they're lying
Took a long drive down
To jawbone corner where
A flashing red light
Acts like four-way
I'm with my girl, her driving
Me delivering foreplay

Down in the Valley where
You can be at rest or you can be at play
Newly- weds and nearly-deads
Draft dodgers from Yankey-ville
And my family lives there still

Apple blossoms with
Their assault to the senses
All kinds of distractions
Too many to mention

A Sunday drive that lasts all day
Blomidon stands oh so tall
And you can forget about it all
As you coast in to town
And lay your money down
At the local pub checking it all out
To see in the way of fun
Just what can be found.


© 2012
We took a long drive down
To Jawbone Corner where
A flashing red light
Acts as a four-way
I'm with my girl, her driving,
Me delivering foreplay.

Down in the Valley where
You can be at rest or
You can be at play,
Newly Weds and nearly Deads,
Draft Dodgers from Yankee Ville
And my family lives there still.

Apple blossoms with
Their assualt to the senses,
All kinds of distractions,
Too many to mention.

A Sunday drive
That lasts all day,
Cape Blomington stands
Oh so tall,
You can get down
And forget about it all

As you coast in to town
And lay your money down
At the local pub,
Checking it all out
To see what's what
In the way of fun,
Where to next
Under the mid-day sun,
Where to next
Before we're all done.
I see
   I read

I poke fun

I
plead

I
*****

I gripe

I run
   I fight

I look
   I listen

I keep
   to myself

I find
    what's
       missin'

is
     I'm plural
No need to ramble
               no need to fret
                   no need
                     going home in a snit

All day
   every day
I wake up
       and know I'm blessed

I'm my
only front man
   and this
you have to understand

Not going anywhere
               I haven't planned

Each road can be rocky
       sometimes it's a smooth sail

Nobody has the answer
    nobody knows what's Noah and the whale


I found out I found this out
              move with a groove
                      that gives one safe passage
                         Don't be buggered by
                                      some tarts eye lashes

Knock yourself out
     let ink bleed from your veins
If you didn't call all in
        I would think that was strange.
It's dark but I'm not alone
I can't see but I can feel the
Light shinning on my imperfections

I'm **** for the first time
I didn't want you to see me like this
Yet I let you

I'll bleed on your floor
I'll bleed at your feet
I'll bleed on the killing floor

Crack the whip on my back
All I wanted was for you to stop
But still, not to stop

My knees shook at the sight of matches
Are you to burn my ego alive
What would be left
it's
an idea
whose
time has come,

a myth
who has put
in the time.

some
witches
brew
a
burning
love,
and
voodoo
too.

let's
shoot
out the
light
and
vibrate
into the
darkest
of nights.

three
hundred
and
sixty
five
days
of the
year.

fire
works
explosion
juxtaposing,

a fresh
new life,
a brand
new year.
It sounds
And I am compelled to listen.
This is beautiful,
Now that I have heard it
There is no turning back
To the point of no return.
Experience piles up
The hold never dissipates.
At times it immerses me
And I remain motionless.
I sound, squeezing ***
On its bonds with male
And female on fresh waves.
separate the
wheat from the chaff
there will be no secret hidden

the old will collapse
the old into the new
and still we will die
You were there
when life was good

You were there
when live was a struggle

You were there
when I lived in the hood

You were there
when you wanted to snuggle

You were there
in pain and pleasure

You were there
during work and leisure

You were there
when the court fined me

You were there
when they took our son from thee

I used to love you
and now I don't (know)
I waited for you
You never came
I headed back home
Wondering who was to blame

I called you on the phone
Your voice mail was full
I scratched out a note
And posted it just the same

We rely on one another
For all the wrong things
I don't know why I bother
We're going down in flame

When we started out
We really kicked ***
Over time though
Neither of us garnished any fame

What did we expect
There wasn't a pair of ears to hear
Our best laid plans were tom foolery
We had the right tools for the wrong game
If anyone's going to put their foot in my mouth I want it to be me.
Trouble
To be found.

Some days it's to be found
in you little Jean pocket.
Sometimes a friend drops in

I love the gentle way the gentle
Tells me I'm alright no miss step

There is a place to hang your hat
It's better that 'Here's you hat
what's the hurry.......

But still. It's all there when you walk though, you rise you make do
Trouble
To be found.

Some days it's to be found
in your little Jean pocket.
Sometimes a friend drops in

I love the gentle way the gentle
Tells me I'm alright no miss-step

There is a place to hang your hat
It's better than 'Here's you hat
what's the hurry...;

But still. It's all there when you walk though, you rise you make do
Rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea

Your father's scolding is
whipped waves roaring,
a howling wind that tore
the sound from
hell's aching bell.

Your father's smile , bliss,
graceful gentle, wide.
when it falls down
you can't hide,
you can't hide.

Rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.
rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.

your Father's scolding is
whipped waves roaring,
a howling wind that tore
the sound from
Hell's aching bell.

your Father's smile, bliss,
graceful, gentle, wide.
when it falls down
you can't hide.

rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.

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rolling and holding
onto a used to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.

your father's scolding is
whipped waves roaring,
a howling wind that tore
the sound from
hell's aching bell.

your father's smile, bliss,
graceful, gentle, wide.
when it falls down
you can't hide,
you can't hide.

rolling and holding
onto a use to be,
always unfolding
across a jealous sea.
'used to be' or 'use to be'... that is the question
Today's my birthday
and it's I, me, mine.
My ego's not in check
and this is a sign.
I'm liking fine whiskey
in my ice tea,
it gives me a jolt.
Makes this yesterday's
stallion feel like a colt.
I'm giving some thought
to what my Mother
went through,
I wish I could say
I was a good son
but it wasn't always true.
Just like the death of infatuation
kills the manners,
I want hats and *******
and mile long banners.
Today is my birthday,
it's not like it's my first.
Give me more whiskey
to quench my thirst.
I'm partial to all that
makes my skin crawl,
I'm not talking about morphine,
no not at all.
I'm alluding to a blank canvas
that I can't quite right,
no paint to splatter,
I'm feeling uptight...
Please bake me a cake
and sing me the tune,
another one will be here all too soon.
insult
    to
        injury

               egg
          on
    yer
face

fobbed out

whats

   da
      
madda
          
             fo
                
                  you

broken
   rice
     bowl

                 kamikaza
             pilots
         wearing
     helmets

                -why-

shame
   shaming
      shammed

          junk
     and
foibles
Not meant to offend
I started out east
Just a little at a time

Before long
I was out of my element

Tossed about
By the sea

Obscured by
The salty sting

My self telling me
My treasure was

Off in the distance
Just beyond the hill
smoke
rings
in
the
breeze
spokes
upon
a
wheel
Sitting at the kitchen table,
a game of cards on the go.

A fruit bowl that's become
a "catch-all" for all things Kitchen.

A calendar up on the wall with
dates written over for appointments.

The time it goes so fast,
October all planned out.

Summer has gone, got up and left,
not saying so much as a word.

Last year Winter started in November,
it snowed as many Wednesdays as it could.

In the back of my brain I hear the radio play
some sappy tune that the DJ was calling "classic rock".

This chair I am sitting on is too hard
and my **** tells me to get up and walk.

Hurry up and win I say to myself
so I can retreat to the Living room.




irving2014
I would be so sweet if it weren't so bitter
I could really move if it didn't stand so still
It's going to take a lot of water, maybe a river
It'll take a lot of love flowing through until I have my fill

Sometimes love's fire lifts is up
It burns so bright as we fill our cup
We touch so soft and slow beside the ancient well
It feels so good to be in love's spell
So we try to hold tight but love takes wings
And sometimes in our pain we do hurtful things

Love's strong suit held close to the chest
It says that you have it made, your hand is the best
So you can go big or you can stay home
You can hold your horses or you can hold the phone
In the end, and you know that it's true
You're going to slide right in, there is nothing you can do

When you can't find love
Hidden hard in heart-red shades and blue-grey shadow
I feels like you don't remember how to live
You stumble around and forget your place
You wring your hands and you knit a face
You try and pretend it doesn't matter, that's what you'll do
who are you trying to kid now, who's fooling who
It would be so sweet if it wasn't so bitter,
it would really move if it didn't stand so still.
It's going to take a lot of water, maybe a river,
it'll take a lot of love until I've had my fill.

Sometimes love's fire lifts us up,
it burns so bright as we fill our cup.
We touch so soft and slow beside the ancient well,
it feels so good to be under love's spell.
So we try to hold tight but love takes wings,
sometimes in our pain we do hurtful things.

Love's strong suit held close to our chest,
says you got it made, your hand is the best.
So you can go big or you can stay home,
you can hold your horses, you can hold the phone.
In the end you know it's true,
you're going to slide on in, there is nothing you can do.

When you can't find love,
it's hidden hard in heart-red shades of blue-grey shadow,
it feels like you don't remember how to live.
You stumble around and forget your place,
you wring your hands and you knit a face.
You pretend it doesn't matter, that's what you'll do,
who you trying to kid, who's fooling who...
It would be so sweet if it wasn't so bitter,
it would really move if it didn't stand so still.
It's going to take a lot of water, maybe a river,
it'll take a lot of love until I've had my fill.

Sometimes love's fire lifts us up,
it burns so bright as we fill our cup.
We touch so soft and slow beside an ancient well,
it feels so good to be under love's spell.
So we try to hold tight but love takes wings,
sometimes in our pain we do hurtfull things.

Love's strong suit held close to the chest,
says you got it made, your hand is the best.
So you can go big or you can stay home,
you can hold your horses, you can hold the phone.
In the end you'll know that it's true,
you're going to slide on in, nothing you can do.

When you can't find love
it's hidden hard in heart-red shades of blue-grey shadow,
it feels like you don't remember how to live.
You stumble around and forget your place,
you wring your hands and you knit a face.
You pretend it doesn't matter, that's what you'll do.
Who you trying to kid, who's fooling who...


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It would be so sweet if it wasn't so bitter
It could really move if it didn't stand so still
It's going to take a lot of water maybe a river
It will take a lot of love until I've had my fill

Sometimes love's fire lifts us up
It burns so bright as we fill our cup
We touch so soft and slow beside an ancient well
It feels so good to be under love's spell
So we try to hold tight but love takes wings
Then sometimes in our pain we do hurtful things

Love's strong suit held close to the chest
Says you got it made your hand is the best
So you can go big or stay at home
You can hold your horses or you can hold the phone
In the end you know it's true
you're going to slide on in there's nothing you can do

When you can't find love
In it's heart-red shades and blue-grey shadows
It feels like you don't remember how to live
You stumble around and forget your place
you wring your hands and you knit a face
You pretend it doesn't matter that's what you'll do
Who you trying to kid who's fooling who

© 2014
This has become a song.. no surprise there.
It would be so sweet if it wasn't so bitter
It would really move if it didn't stand so still
It's going to take a lot of water, maybe a river
It'll take a lot of love until I've had my fill

Sometimes love's fire lifts us up
It burns so bright as we fill our cup
We touch so soft and slow beside the ancient well
It feels so good to be in love's spell
So we try to hold tight but love takes wings
And sometimes in our pain we do hurtful things

Love's strong suit held close to the chest
Says you got it made your hand is the best
So you can go big or you can stay home
You can hold your horses, you can hold the phone
In the end and you know it's true
You're going to slide right in there's nothing you can do

When you can't find love because
It's hidden hard in heart-red shades and blue-grey shadow
It feels like you don't remember how to live
You stumble around and forget your place
You wring your hands and you knit a face
You try and pretend it doesn't matter that's what you'll do
Who are you trying to kid who's fooling who
Last night before the sun went down
I was walking along the pathway
By the train tracks around the  trains station's depot holding area
Graffiti catching my eye
I passed a deer not five feet away
I said 'hi' and the doe just watched me walk by
Shank that darkness
    and let the
        light bleed through.

Bringing up
    the past,
overturning a rock
      while the insects scurry

Tropical storms
   brewing, just a
      blow-hard knocking down
         weaker trees,
    pulling the plug
         on the power,
           scattering memories.

  Up all night,
    beating the early bird
       to the worm,
Caressing the morning's
      dew dampened grass,
           chuckling,
laughing to keep from crying.
Lately I have
being doing
next to nothing.

I watch others
hurrying
this way and that.

Off to work
out to play
out to claim
that they enjoy
the day.

I stay put
on the sofa
and count my
chickens
way
before
they hatch.

What's it
to you
how I choose
to pass my time.
This man is
Not going to be
A smudge in life
He's out to leave his mark

They poke at him
Trying to get some dirt
But he's a private person
He has private parts

The time is right
The need feels great
He is gnashing at the bit
On the way to fill his plate

He wants some  
Fun and some
Loving company
So don't give him
The once over
With your third degree

You pretend to be this
And pretend to be that
If he doesn't measure up
You're going to leave him flat

I can feel your eyes on him
Like a bright searchlight
You think he will be going down
But you know it won't be with out a fight

Some things they come pretty easy  
Other things they seem so hard
Some times you find your treasure  
Buried in your own back yard

He is no longer walking
With his head in the stars
His feet are on the ground  
Putting an ear to the track
To hear that heavy chunk of metal
with its mournful sound

The book he carries talks of
A great war of the Spirit
Its stress is that it is no game
No politics physical or not can steer it

Then a breeze broke the solid heat
And quelled the sweat and quenched the thirst
You can toast the twisted souls
Or you can have them cursed
I want to love you
Like there is no tomorrow
I want to give it my all
And never experience any sorrow

I want to take your hand and kiss your lips
Lead you to the promised land
While waiting for off spring
With both hands on my hips

I sometimes wonder do you feel the same
I'd like to ask you are you playing a game
Is it my *** you want though it's nothing to write home about
Or is it your *** you want to flaunt leaving no way out

We could blast of into the stars
You being Venus me being Mars
Hold up a mirror and peer past our reflection
And make love all night without any protection

I think that I have loved you
Since I was a kid
But wait a minute now
Let's not and say we did
From my book Reluctant Middleman
I want to love you
Like there is no tomorrow
I want to give it my all
And never experience any sorrow

I want to take your hand and kiss your lips
Lead you to the promised land
And wait for off-spring
With both hands on my hips

I sometimes wonder do you feel the same
I'd like to ask you hoping you're not playing a game
Is it my *** you want though it's nothing to write home about
Or is it your *** you want to flaunt  leaving me no way out

We could blast off into the stars
You being Venus me being Mars
Hold up a mirror and peer past our reflection
Make love all night without any protection

I think that I have loved you
Since I was a kid
But wait a minute now
Let's not and say we did
I want to love you
Like there's no tomorrow
Give it my all
And never experience any sorrow
Take my hand
And let me kiss your lips
Let me lead you to the promised land
To wait for our offspring
With both hands on my hips
I wonder, do you feel the same
I'd like to ask you
Hoping you're not playing a game
Is it only my *** you want
Though it's nothing to write home about
Or is it your *** you want to flaunt
We could blast off
Into the stars
You being Venus
Me being Mars
We could hold up a mirror
And peer past our reflection
Make love day and night
Not wearing any protection
I think I have loved you
Since I was a kid
But wait a minute now...
Let's not and say we did.
A buzz-saw a buzzing
Looking back through time
It's no longer the problem
That I thought it was

The tap-tap-tap of hammer on nails
Sitting here smoking a cigarillo
Drinking iced coffee
And thinking of my prime

I make few friends
Sometimes I can't even trust those
Often they drive up
And want to stay which way and when

I'm having oral *** with my trumpet
While holding hands with the dark
I shout out to the heavens
My eyes so full of stars

I dropped a letter to my Doctor
Giving him my order
Soon I will be flush
Not bothered by anything

I always go through them
Way too fast
Then I sit there in the corner
Licking my wounds
two friends
are a fightin'
as i stand
in the middle
dodging
the lightening,
while a friend
in russia
tells me that
she has a
problem
with the bottle,
but i'm on my
own little trip,
hand clenched
on the throttle.
I can't see the light in people
It's obscured by crowds
One by one reaching to connect
In the thick-of-it it's too loud
Picking up the ball to take home
Moody gets dark and broody
I crave and crave and savor
Dark and light light and dark
one-off
Row row your boat sung to the young
Grooming one to think outside the box
Poets, thinkers and philosophers hinting of the universal hologram
The matrix living in a computer program
A mind **** leaving the branding tool in the flame too long
Populations of mentally ill produce a 'glitch', the tear
In its software, a movement away from, not toward
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