'Twas brillig, when the wee sleek beasty
Did gyre and gimble in my fields
And ach! I feel but naught, but sadness
Plowing his home and stealing his meals

Where is this book
Where can i find
It will encourage my growth
It stimulate my mind

This book will teach me
To become a competitive rival
It’s called Be Knowledgeable
The Strategy of Survival

Where is this book
Where can I find
It will encourage my growth
It will stimulate my mind

This book is the pen, the sword,
The tongue and the rifle
It’s called Be Knowledgeable
The Strategy of Survival

Called Otherland
From old green hills
Pray kept or creeping
Or keeping still
Oh so the worry
More so the ought
Tender and hurried
Also the knot
Away on skyline
Up close unwaiving
Flounced in the grey
Fraught from saying
Better to die me
Bitter the notion
Across Otherland
To answer oceans

JERRY LEWIS HAS PASSED AWAY
A GIANT AND COMIC GENIUS
THE LAST REMAINING MEMBER OF THE RAT PACK
HE NEVER TOOK LIFE TO SERIOUS



HIS PARTNERSHIP WITH DEAN MARTIN
MADE LAUGHTER A CONTAGIOUS DISEASE
WHEN EVER THEY PERFORMED TOGETHER
THE LAUGHTER BROUGHT YOU TO YOUR KNEES



HIS DEDICATED WORK FOR RAISING MONEY
HELPED MANY A CHILDREN'S HEART
HE RAISED MANY HUNDRED MILLIONS OF DOLLARS
SO LOVING FAMILIES WOULD NEVER PART



LAUGHTER BRINGS A WARMTH TO YOUR HEART
JERRY LEWIS DELIVERED IT WITH LOVE
HIS SKILL AND BRILLIANCE WILL ALWAYS BE
SHINING ON US FROM ABOVE

I am sorry

It wasn't my intentions,
It wasn't something I've planned
to happen,
I never meant to hurt you,
I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry,
It just happened
By the blink of an eye,
It came to me as
a distraction of
a beautiful day,
Which I'm still talking
about even today,
in this month of may,
I do wish to so those guys
to pay
for what they did to you.

I did saw those guys
what they did to you,
I did saw how you were
tortured by those guys,
I did saw how painful
it was,
****!, those guys
lost their brains
they nearly killed you
In front of my very eyes,
But because I was so
afraid
and so stupid to help,
I did panic,
And so afraid to get into trouble,
I didn't bother to tell the cops,
I didn't try to give them
a clear statement,
Everything was complicated
like a sentence
without a space,
And confusing like a question
without answers,
I saw what happened to you,
I did saw when those guys
put you in the boat,
I was just a state witness
for you to stay stressless
but I thought it is so harmless
to confess,
To take you out of this mess.

I'm so sorry,
I know if I was victimized
you wouldn't hesitate
or panic to tell the state,
If I did tell the cops
none of those people
could've ran away,
With no punishment
for what they did to you.

I'm sorry,
I'll keep on praying for you
since you are still in a coma,
In I.C.U ,
Where I see you,
So conscious
and so paralyzed physically
and mentally,
Be strong, I know
you will overcome all the battles
of your life,
Seeing you lying on the
hospital bed it is painful,
And so hurtful
and also heartbreaking.

I believe you'll make it,
And your hope,
you won't fake it,
And the life test
you'll pass it.

I'm sorry

Written by: Lewis DaLyricist

All Rights Reserved
©CopyRighted 2017

One day

One day I'll be no where
to be found,
I'll be in a place
which I understand better,
I'll be no where to be found,
A place where I'll find
my self,
A place where I'll
define my self,
Accept my self
the way I am,
And the way I make decisions
with no divisions
to stop my visions.

One day I'll be in gone,
I'll be in
a place where I'll have
my own meeting alone,
One day,
I'll be no more,
I will not be found
even in the coffin,
I will not be found
even in a mortuary.
Like I said,
just to remind you,
Please scroll  back and
read my first line,
I said "I'll be no where to be found"
so don't expect
to find me one day,
Cause I'll be gone.

I will not be found,
Even in hospitals
I will not be found,
Even in prison
where a discipline
and a lesson lives,
Nor person
will find me.

I'll be searched from North
to South,
I mean from where the sun
is born
and to where it dies,
Even at church,
a place of wisdom
and spiritual freedom,
Where lies the Gospel
of self-respect
And faith,
The faith that rise
like dust
and meets the sky,
From holy to glory,
I won't be found.

You'll search me like a rare treasure,
You'll search me like a gold in mine,
You'll remember me
since the picture cannot give
a reply,
And tell where I am at.

One day,
No one will know exactly where I am,
A picture might be plugged
with my name on it
around corners
and written "Wanted" or "Missing",
All you have to do
is to scroll back and read my first line,
just to remind you that "I'll be no where to be found"
No matter what you try.

Don't waste any seconds
which can't be measured with a glass
of water,
Spend each time with me
and don't miss any joy
I share with you,
Cause one day I'll be gone
and not be found.

One day.
  

by Lewis DaLyricist

All Rights Reserved

© Copyrighted 2017

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

A truck driver from Tupelo

A pop band from the 'pool

A superstar from Hoboken,

And one...the King of Cool

The superstar from Hoboken

Became the Chairman of The Board

If you made it into his 'rat pack'

You knew you'd really scored

His movies and his music

Made him the world's number one

But he had to minimize his world

When someone stole his son

His boy was kidnapped, truthfully

Back in 1965

And through his contacts in the mob

He got his son back home alive

This is the price of fame folks

Behind the glitter and the glam

They've got to have their safety

But the fans don't give a ****

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

The Memphis Mafia gave protection

To The King of Rock and Roll

But, by choice his world got smaller

And he went into a hole

He built a house in Memphis

To protect him from his fans

And thanks to Dr. Feelgood

He died a lonely, broken man

He couldn't live the life he earned

He was a prisioner instead

It's a shame he has more value

Now that he is dead

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

He'd a partner and was cool

He was suave and sang songs

And he worked with a "fool"

They conquered the nightclubs

They were known near and far

But his created alter ego

Lived his life at the bar

He ran with Frank Sinatra

He was the King of Cool

But when The Chairman started lessons

Dean was right there in his school

The Beatles broke in Hamburg

But way back in sixty two

Their bubble was just forming

There was nothing they could do

They lived their life behind the scenes

For when they did go out

The girls would all go crazy

And the world would twist and shout

Privacy came hard for them

They went four separate ways

These four young men from Liverpool

LIved life inside a maze.

It's sad that adulation

takes their freedom, makes them hide

But they're safer locked away from us

They're safer locked inside

Prisoners of their own success

Their world's  now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

homage to Wallace Stevens

I - My Focus pistoned up the rise
      and all at once, the Rockies -
            silhouettes against the western skies.

II - On the road to Boulder
      a pleated ridge crawls north
            like a blue whale bound for the open sea.

III -  Appalachia's intoxicating verdure
      never fails to induce in us
            a certain mellowing of the spirit.

IV - You 'conquered' my North Face, did you?
      Why, I should skewer your arrogant ***
            like a holiday lamb culled for the sacrifice.

V - Lewis and Clark looked west
      surveying the Bitterroots' frigid expanse.
            Farewell Northwest Passage!  

VI - Pueblos stranded on Enchanted Mesa -
      their rock stairs crumbled to the valley floor.
            Should they dive to their death or starve?

VII –Touristas at Big Bend Park
      wonder at its pastel window -
            its romantic haze a toxic gift
      from stacks across the Rio Grande.

VIII – The once mighty Ozarks humbled by age,          
      dwarfed by the youthful Rockies.
            Listen up, youngsters, your time will come!

IX – We de-bussed to seize the dolomites
      with our hyper-kinetic shutters.
            Pausing for a draught of Italian air,
      I felt the whack of an Alpine snowball.

X - Before Oregon's crater had its lake,
      the mountain scorched the village below.
            Today its azure waters preach only serenity.

XI – Looking down from Shissler peak
      to the golden meadow below
            where the elk herd calmly grazes.

XII – Do mists veil the Blue Ridge Mountains
      or are there really no mountains at all -
            only clouds decked out in mountain attire?

XIII – They say that peaks more steep than Everest
      soar up from the ocean floor.
            Who will scale their sunken heights?

May 28,  2010 – Boulder Colorado