Everyone says that
I should search for happiness. Happiness doesn't interest me, isn't interesting. Everyone says that I'm wasting my time on Earth, dropping the dirt on myself in my digging to ****. Well what the **** would I do with a satisfied desire? I'll not be sated to meet Satan, but to take the dour throne! Feed me! Offer up a hidden danger of a love. Feed me pain. That I may offer up. . . substance.
Melanie of the morning
Sailed by my parapet She says, “there’s no use in mourning When the world is your puppet” Won’t you come through my window? For my legs feel frail She says, “just moan like a minnow And I’ll be in your mail” And what a lovely day it is Flowers taped onto a sign When the sky is an orange wisp I’ll be by your side Oh, I long for her Searing, fading hair Still-flowing, spotlight fur Delouse my glare I spun around in my chair Until the white walls caved I’m ready for her stare To hold me inside a grave Soon, the bottom of my ship Will hold gilded fleece To keep her warm for a trip Can a sailor only love the sea? Melanie, Melanie will come to me
You can’t beat that musical beat,
From tinkling triangles To blaring horns. A quick ditty Or grand symphony. Music can mould mountains, Oceans and plains. Make you feel any emotion Or atmosphere. When songs and poems marry, Their offspring are awesome: “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…” Mercury magic. Those rhythms run like chugging trains. They fight pitch battles Within our brains. Drums keep beating, Guitars whine. Ever repeating All through time. Chuck Berry with his rock and roll, Aretha Franklin, Queen of Soul. Elvis truly was the King, Want some crooning? Play some Bing. Beatles, Queen or Stones, Who really cares? Roll over Beethoven Bach or Lennon On your dancing squares. I know that rap can give you the blues, But there’s so much music You’ve got plenty to choose. Musical memories adorn our minds, Warm associations Of nostalgic times. Paul Butters © PB 4\3\2019. Last stanza added 6\3\19.
Let the band begin to play...
Volume: LOUD Genre: Rock Press Play. Passion, anger, rage, yearning All of which I thought were wrong Now within my mind they're swirling The simple cause being only a song What I hide in my depths Somehow they share Artists who feel my breaths Who sing what I cannot bear It's like they've plugged into my brain Providing comfort, understanding A release valve for my tank of pain And my adrenaline commanding Others call it stressful noise They don't feel it like I do All I hear is a familiar voice Which it my soul breaks through
You've come into
my life. But you did bother me, or annoy me, or hurt me. You didn't remind me of the p a i n f u l memories or the bad times. Instead, you were that shoulder I could cry on; you were my rock. Your arms put me on the right path. You were that trustworthy, honest, caring friend that more people need to have.
A HUGE thank you to all who have helped me get through the tough time of losing a loved one. I thank you all very much, and without you, my life would have been so much darker and harder. Thank you all so much. I am so lucky to have friends like you! :-)
I looked at the world around me,
I could see the future clearly, So perfectly laid out. I would be successful, I wouldn't be alone. I knew I had to jump, Had to fall. So I picked the deepest ocean I could find, And I dove in Thinking it would be easy to swim back up. When I hit the rock bottom, The last thing I saw- Millions of people just like me, Drowning and clawing towards the sky For just one more feeling of life. And even though we were together, I had never felt more alone.
He's a fire
A burning flame of passion But I'm a rock I'm sorry, but I'll never catch
It's like moving in slow motion
While the city lights Br in the fast lane Cutting me off Cutting me off And then They burn my eyes While they cut me off As I rocked to the top Higher it rose up But I never stop I'll never stop It's all I know And all I've got Long live the hard flop So I'll roll with the punches And see what I've got Way to go Small fry You're in the big leagues now.
Welcome to the unfiltered real world. You may have been big man on campus, but around here you're small.
Offer up some of your dollar,
get ready, to win, to lose a little bit. Offer up some of your gusto, get on down, to the local gambling hall. Offer up some of your love, baby doll, don't kick me, kiss me, when I'm down.