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This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

This song it ain't bout country things

Like pickup trucks and cars

You'll never find me writing

About getting drunk in bars

There's no mention here of Taylor Swift

or The Charlie Daniels Band

I wouldn't write of how the banks

are taking our farmland

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

I don't know **** 'bout Redneck stuff

like hunting dogs and guns

I wouldn't write of Daisy Dukes

showing off some hot babes buns

I won't write 'bout the Opry

I don't know all that stuff

Of Minnie Pearl and Grandpa Jones

And Mr. Roy Acuff

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

There's nothing here 'bout Bourbon

or of Racing through the fields

I don't know much about farming

or crop futures or of yields

I listen to The Rolling Stones

Trace Adkins I don't like

Lady A can go away

Kid Rock can ride his bike

You won't hear much about Zac Browns Band

or of food thats Chicken Fried

I might go to a hoedown

If I'd  just  up and died

My music, it fulfills me

It makes me who I am

But I'll stay away from country

songs, Cause I don't give a ****

No Oak Ridge Boys or Hee Haw Here

Hank Williams I won't buy

I'll never buy a Dixie Beer

It's a drink I'll never try

I won't sing about Kentucky

or of a Texas Yellow Rose

you know this aint no country song

Good god I hope it shows

There's no mohter, dogs or applie pie

no  fishin' in the dark

No Everything is Beautiful

No songs by Terry Clark

I'm really open minded

My friends they are the same

We won't buy country music

To us it's just so lame

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll

I won't mention stuff you'll find

in songs by Nashville bands

There's nothing here about

watching football in the stands

I'll never write a country song

Cause country just ain't fun

Oh crap I just read this thing

And I think I just wrote one

This Ain't a ******* Country Song

You know I love my Rock and Roll

I wouldn't write a Country Song

'Cause that's not how I roll
Melissa Adkins Feb 2014
Falling.
Lost.
Falling fast into a dream dark as night.
A nightmare that steal my soul.
If I  have one left worth being stole...
So take it. Just take it.
Take all of me.
Enclose me. Encase me.
Place me on display. Destroy me.
Let everyone see me. Lie to me
Just make a victim of me very lastly...
or was I a victim of me already?
Inhale me.
Breathe into me.
You tease me.
Is this your secret on death?
Of bone? Of flesh?
Of the emptiness that now lie within me?
The life I had, you took it from me.
You killed me.
Your killing me!
Take it! Take it all!
I will want for nothing.
I'll never again need a thing..
So Enclose me. Encase me.
**** me slowly.
Your wants, your needs were subdued swiftly,
the moment you entered me.
And I hate you. I spit on you.
I hope you burn in hell.
Your a thief!
I hope you burn eternal in return for my soul you stole!
My stomach now swoll,
And any day now will be empty once more.
A shell of what it used to be.
So Enclose me! Encase me!
Erase that part of me!
Erase the empty hole ,
the part of me that now will never feel whole.
Erase me...
What do I have left to me?
No  pride, no dignity....
Mourning  the loss of this  innocent child .
Soon to be born unto me, just furthers my misery.
Yes please, turn the knife even further.
Please deepen these wounds that scar me eternally ,
Internally.
Abandon me.
Just leave me be..
To stand alone on the jagged rocks,
Amidst the murkey black waters of my own mind.
What little of you, you made mine.
And what was mine, you then took for you.
We are now one in the same? No.
Are we not?.... No!
NO!! *******! I spit on you!
Because I can no longer see the difference
Between me and you,
All I see is you!
And I hate you!
You, the no-face
Who maimed me with a violence that simply can't be erased.
You who left me crumpled there,
Gasping, fighting  for air.
Left me with a hole that now I can never fill.
Not even with a prescription pill.
Just take it! ******* take it all,
Just let me fall.
Because I can not keep pace
With this direction you've chosen my life take.
This is all because of you!
You no name, no face, no heart bearing *******...
I spit in your face!
And though any physical pain will one day cease,
And these wounds, they to will close.
Inevitably in the end,
I 'll  be forgotten by everyone .
but me....I will forever remember.

Like shiny new yesterdays, my pain will be renewed..
A pain I know now,rather intimately.
The very same pain that follow me now...endlessly.
Constantly taunting, reminding, and haunting me.  
The girl I was before you tore my innocence from me.
Washed it clean of me...
leaving me on the shores of morbid curiousity.
This all I've left of me.
nothing but questions left to circle around me
Making me  dizzy.
Hopelessness run throughout my entirety.
I am simply treading water.
Taking up space.
Another victim without a case.
Insomnia settles into the vacant space you placed.
Leaves me feeling even more insane.
You may be the death of me.
Nothing but my ashes to settle
Along the bottom of a vase,
As you Enclose me.
Encase me in a vase.
Erase me.
Place my body 6 feet beneath thee
And one day I pray,  peace be  restored to me.
So that you can no longer hurt me.
Free me...
Of constantly  counting the hours of the days,
That may be left to me.
Days marked by the number of breaths I take.
I count every tear that streak.
Take it. Take it all from me!
And then be gone from me!
Have you not taken enough of me already?
Have you not taken everything possible you could from me ?Take it!
You can have anything... if only I can go back.
Back to the old me.
Back before you ***** me....
                                                     M. Adkins
© Melissa Adkins. All rights reserved
Melissa Adkins Feb 2014
I don't want a "friend"
I don't want to get ****** in the end
I don't want your shoulder
I want something colder
I want someone to pretend to "be there"
But in all actuality not even begin to care
No, I don't need a ******* hero
I just want a neutral , unawkward place to go
I really don't want your opinions or your advice
Tho, I'm sure I've numerous flaws for you to chastise
I don't care to see things from your point of view
I want fun, fake, I want flippant for now
I don't want you to  really listen to a **** thing I say
Because I don't want your theories to get in the way
I don't want your hopes and dreams explained to me
I just want someone to humor me for Gawds sake
Please do not try and understand or analyze me
I'd  be much more comfortable, if you just use and abuse me
You know, someone to really kick me while I'm down
Drag my tired *** around, you know, something physical
I'm so numb, many believe Me to be unemotional
I no longer stand to correct them
Hell, at least  they've something to believe in
Inflict harm upon me
Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
I don't want your Gawed ****** empathy or you to
"Feel my pain"
Can't you hear me? I want you to be the very source of my pain
I want someone I can blame
Someone who doesn't give a **** all the same
I want you to look away, walk away, stay the **** away
You to, can pretend my inner psyche is not at all in disarray
No, I don't want a caring or understanding touch
Jesus! I am not asking for all that much
I don't want you to give me your heart
I really don't want any part
All I want is a sympathetic acquaintance
Doesn't that make sense?


© Melissa Adkins. All rights reserved
Melissa Adkins Mar 2014
Until wolfs light, I will be counting sheep

Hell, I'll even pray,to Gods I dont keep

What keeps me awake at night?

Nothing

Nothing more then your stinky lingering elastic vowels

That stretch themselves through my head & warn me again, "Scream, I ******* dare you."

Because a spectacle of suffering, corrupts us all.....

Right?

over and over again, I hear your approaching boot heels

I know that scratchy voice of yours and how it feels

poking at my back, when it says "The dark has no teeth."

And they ask me why I cant sleep?

I dont know how to  feel.

Safe or spared?

Knowing this little one and I,

have been so violently paired.

No. What keeps me awake?

The fear of what else you may take.

While men like you run those streets,

I imagine I'll always be counting sheep.....

                                                        



© Melissa Adkins. All rights reserved
Jennifer Staples Mar 2015
It's 3-19-15
3 years ago today, you took your own life
You told everyone that you'd give up your kids, over your dead body
Nobody thought you meant it literally
But you did
The day we buried you was the day you had to sign custody of your kids
Over to the State...
With no chance of getting them back
I miss you
I cry for you
I mourn your death
You meant the world to me
You were my uncle
My best friend

Today, 3-19-15, I can't have you
Oh, how much I wish you were here
I write letters to you
And always end them in
I will see you soon

R.I.P Dicky Adkins 3/19/12
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
United Kingdom and Mathematics Month - New York 1000, 1,
"Religion. "This is the face of a famous woman."
Eight years later, English, German, German,
French, Italian, Welsh, American and German peace,
love, kindness and other day England, Spain,
Williams, John Thomas, Tom Jason, man and woman?
Women have been charity for many years;
a beautiful woman and mother of the girl talking
to the mother of the girl, the girl of the red girl,
the day of the child; the day, the human eye,
the best green skin leather three waters
of the American water's beautiful death
in Asia Europe Black English long variety of American long dead
hot hot work legs and yellow, Italy, Africa,
John South Star's golden amino acids cold air
energy, naked history changing dog, good sun, blue sky,
friends, sea animals in the heart of a Christian ****,
Early Morning Early Ru sia, Wife George Gallicai,
Beautiful, Beautiful Russian Food New York City Center
for Drinking Home The Julius Living School Spirit,
a Little Woman, An English Kindergarten Problem -
The Greatest Contribution to Art, Robert. golden
sibling Finding a star star is a *** image of a white house;
Canada is a real human being,
a human being, a real X-ray person of humanity,
the goddess of Germany, the son of Baloo,
a friend of one of the so-called Google Ki = ds,
Thomas, Fry in the park's history is a problem
in the story of glass warming, read by the singers,
writing dreams and poetry, the nature of the road,
other spatial realities of Igor, Christmas ships,
but the difficulties at the time make it difficult
for the north to learn about wood playing
and the ability to play in the Asian Stone Festival
and listens to a great blind eye awaiting Bob's story
on the shores of the animal centers in Italy.
In Australia, the legs of the hot legs of the recent
Strong Dreams The Prophet's Leggy Einstein's mini
skirt. The family's darkest window. The first Chinese
conversation of the modern Chinese papacy;
The smart pink roses. How the boars of the invisible deities,
as a whole, make the sand to the baby in the dreams
of the temple Angels, angels openly admitting to alchemy
if Barbie has been in the police since birth
with arms full of letters, the great wind has begun
to see clearly, the Leader is the beginning of the readings,
and Jews have a desert in the wooden part of the ship.
The model is full of gypsy painting, which is full of gypsies,
and has got married incorrectly. In Arizona,
standard deserts meet in the back corner of the knee,
smoke tongue, smoky smile, small witch,
a healthy shade of towns looking for leaves
of the city's history, a **** firefighter loves children's love plans.
Infertile children's food is legally attracted to dogs in England,
Lucius wants Adkins to dance, dance, and always get help from
the catalog. The healthy movie is a defect in the talent nerve.
MA parallel bars
Melissa Adkins Jul 2017
I am left shaken
I'm simply wrecked inside
For you there who nestles
Just beneath my rib cage
We haven't  quite met yet
Tho any day I hope  to
And I already miss you
And apart from the constant aching
Apart from this empty longing,
I hurt beyond all expression
I'll forever miss you
And your hiccups
And all your "stretching"
Yes, I know I torture myself
But I can not cap this heartache
I will hate the distance between us
But I would walk a gazillion miles
To close the gap between us
A million more
To return me to before
Should ever I be made again to choose
Baby I would choose you

© 3 years ago, Melissa Adkins
Melissa Adkins Jul 2017
With the door wide open

I am sleeping
With my eyes wide open
I am dreaming
With the door left open

Call it an inlet of the sea
A sea of indescribable beauty
And wilder still
Than any forest fire

However  will I cross then?
What, With all these feelings and mixed emotions?
But by a bridge ....built of words, and words alone
Stretching across and down and over my confusion

To the one and only island
I go myself, to mend
Where millions of countless words dangle and twist before me
Forming answers to questions I seek , should I dare untangle them.

Words, upon words, upon words, hang there.
All poems to be one day, hanging so unaware.
Everything I hold inside so quietly
All the things I scream so silently

Words to be collected ,sifted and gone through
All to be written, recorded, and expressed however I construe
Tailor made for however Im feeling
Small talk, pillow talk, or real talk , this is my unveiling

I'll use my words as walls, so they will protect me
Because within them, I am safe, no harm will come to me
Hiding deep within their camouflage, I am still free
No one can judge, ignore or treat me badly

To the common passerby, it may Appear that I lie sleeping
Or is it maybe that I lie awake ....yet still dreaming?
Swimming through the sea of all left unspoken...
That's me there, Dreaming , with the door wide open

© 3 years ago, Melissa Adkins
And this song fell out from my father's lips:
Of boys learning to drop the corpse of their
parents' bodies on the high mountain of Jos,
Of  girls who came home learning to place fingers on the holes that evil men dug;
Of children learning to empty themselves
With lies & truths about what happened now, about what happened in Benue and pleateu,
Of those stories that escaped through our mother's nostrils as she became past tense.

And this wants to make you leave your body
to a place where lost is freedom to enjoy.
yesterday When teeth fell from our mouth,
We threw them to the zinc for tomorrow.
We never knew they became dancers in
a battle field, making glittering white war.
We wired our way into abstract destructions
We bottled our knowledge to the river bank.
I am not alone in this nightmare of want
When my country men became object of
ridicule, I was never among them to core.
treasure this thawn into dirge of goodness.


Help me knit this morning with a song,
trace Adkins into Wooten of silence
We archived our routes to another smothering
Snow in red places before dawn.
Help me gather the laughters of those girls
Help me tell mother that sin is not a reproach
Tell father that Satan was an angel of light
Not a mystical mysteries as told by all.
If Allah allows the vehicles of my thought
To decamp from the camp of Moses.

When you get to Lagos, don't allow a bus to
carry you pass those graveyard called bridge.
a trailer fell from one of them at Ojuelegba
and another one fell in Ibadan without the express.  There we saw a boy' tale told in
Fe-Buhari in pains & gory and eel mystery.
He carried a song on his shoulder to crying
Forgetting there on the express way has his father's last prayer points & footprints...
There he died also hoping to pick his
father's dust groaning without a comforter.

I whispered these words in secret
Tell nobody that somebody told you the body
of the storyline before the ****** erupted.
Till everything becomes breeze, I am not
still a poet but a messenger of the gods.


©John Chizoba Vincent
TheBoyHero
CJ Sutherland Sep 2024
Baja California along the coast,
a little fishing village Loretto

White Seashell, Sand
I walked along the beach

Everybody was out fishing
to get the catch of the day

I Decided to cool off in the sea
Water Waste high slow Delicate stokes

The taste of salt in the air
Schools of fish everywhere

Bumping, kissing all over my body
Passing by calmly without fear

First, I was afraid I couldn’t move
Until I realized they weren’t piranhas

I enjoyed the majestic
Ambience of the moment

I swim with the fishes
Staying among them

As soon as they came
They were gone


I want to thank Ben Noah Suresh
Who wrote a poem
“I swimming with the Fishes”
His poem made me think of this vacation
Memory. Some people will never know the sensation of having hundreds of fishes bump into you all over your body. and will allow you to swim along without scattering everywhere.



Inspired songs
1) put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee by Ocean 1971 lyric video

2) Mind on fishin’' by Trace Adkins
( this one will make you laugh)
For two dollars they we’ll clean skin and cook your catch of the day and serve it to you. Of course, it was several years ago.. The entire town went to siesta(Took a nap) from noon until three.
Walking down a desolate street they have a beer exchange.. Turn in two empty bottles and they give you one bottle of beer. The Federale ( police) was walking by, and he took the **** of his resolver and opened our beers. There was an American building a bar. He told us no permits were necessary just a lot of bribe money to get the necessary  permits fast. he offered us lunch. He had a goat leg draining in the back. He put it over a fire and served ladies first. I never had goat leg but after several beers in the hot sun and a hungry belly, anything‘s possible.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
The star which is to enhance
the city centers and let the clouds,
is incompatible with the dignity
of the wilderness, so that from the
walls in bright colors, editors
Story tip at the time: the youngest
is with the Jews, concerning
the conflict of the strong force,
with Japan, the fate of the driver's
license, a Japanese. Of modern birds'
wings, the feet of the son
of the scattered groups of Chinese
were thinking great things
of the Africans, the consumption
of drinks with his weapon
in the course of. The child was born
Akiko Brazil soft songs played,
and anger, vitamins and other electrical components.
However, no new products
in the life of mental disability.
And the fish, and the house of darkness,
the life and the rich man
is in the dark, insecure, and, looking to the Kingdom.
And I think that six, Latin, Greek,
French, Greek star blind and old.
Argentina carried distribution networks.
Q: I am this day, in the morning,
in Ireland, by means of the windows
of the unity of all things,
they confirm, and men do not gather
on their Yerot'i Kaitan stores,
in the fulfillment of the human race
from its original spirit of the devil.
He visits his grandmother he was:
trees of life are, the star, the developers,
it is the image of the birds of their bulbs,
He is worthy of death, by hitting the,
it happens that in the forefront
of those pleasures, which is the image of the devil.
Well, that the voice of those who are,
they break out, and the fourth is the point?
There are interfaces nose snack time
and the benefits of the oil that sticks
in the heart of Africa in the summer,
the park, the park, the dog, the baby's head,
India third born indulcovaný alquimizmus
acid, territories and children.
Smell the smell the smell fresh air of the mountains,
smoker's sleep science mode
of modern Chinese life of their challenge
to the new taste is still the most
vitamin states. For the full house
electronics is a secret that members
dress smoke for the rich and wait
for dark to worry about the unknown ***,
of course, Latin, Greek, blind and lupine,
windows, Mary sits on a siren
Kurvící banks abandoned vehicle,
up crazy Ireland football
and other valuables in a box
next to the big satanic fulminiert
of the horses of the Spaniards
had with the young men.
The mountains are not great and kissed the trees,
waves everyday society.
Lucifer is not a trader,
in the matter of the Jews
against the rain to the earth,
covered with the light
from the walls of the safe distance
to **** a good man speaking,
if the image of the eye of a poem,
even though hidden by their men,
to prohibit in their own kinds of change.
Africa of parents summers
of Georgia sacred dog acid drinks,
vacuum intention of stealing socks
high Avmatismou example
of the third century pieces of the roof;
arms' fat is too long to realize
that the same goes for Alchemy
is in a state of sweet revenues.
Indian angle pregnant waste heat -
looking for a new Marcus runs
at a time the underground
has long blonde strippers,
Tom Adkins, Seneca knew the science of poetry
to help children in much safer
Asia streets running after Snooch,
dreaming of a song with a modern
vitamins, especially with the electronics
in the PC, Mexico and call,
and my brain harsh taste of the goat family,
if you go to the richest remember
to care for him. wait dark smoke
mysterious fish is an unknown mouth
France United ruin Greece
huge opening books, and we have a star,
Bob; I slept blind to the trash area
feel this is an error, and a ****** Mary
lived in a temple, Estrella growing
community centers, resistant to clouds
rain in the desert, wall light editors
transitional suggestions,
good young people in Japan;
Jews bored options opposes
the bickering forces, permit
Japanese driver has the opportunity
of becoming Africa, drinks
and children football had dispersed
modern fish, birds Chinese fire
was thinking Chinese and Chinese puppets,
Brazil's short swords in part,
Akinik Brazil Luca, who was born
baby shrugged and played soft songs,
vitamins and other consumer electronics.
It's not a new life and mental retardation.
The family is a dark, life, fish,
insecure, hoping that the darkness:
they rich the rich man. I am a female
Greek English, French, Greek

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