(piano lead in)

I'm  sittin here thinking, think I'll write a song
I 'm kinda scared
of  saying it wrong

(acoustic guitar strum)

Gotta say something bout what's goin on
Wanna sing me somthin ain't already sung

(background soul sisters say) oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

Your presence in my heart tonite
inspires me, so hold on tight.

I gotta say you have me in your hand
my heart and soul I hope you'll you understand

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

I can tell you things when we're in the car
driving fast..... driving far

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

(Lead Guitar solo)

I know you love me and  you know
I can't be happy less I'm in your show

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

So lets get honest, lets get down low
Take it steady, lets take it slow

Ooooh  ooooh it'll be alright

See it's you that makes it real for me
and it's you that brings that reality

Ooooh ooooh  it'll be alright

(Acoustic Guitar solo)

So Baby, hear my song tonight
We've been doin fine, oh yeah baby we're f-ing tight
I just gotta add some thoughts to this
A couple things I don't wanna miss

Ooooh Ooooh   it'll be alright

So tell me, do you think of me
when you think about your family tree
tell me baby do I fit in
or do I stand in the shadows of where you been

(Lead Guitar solo)

lets get to a place where we can share ourselves
be there for the people that need our help

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright

Lets share what we got, show no fear
wanna make a change, wanna be sincere
lets walk out together without a tear
lets be the ones who made a difference dear

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright

C'mon baby.... lets get outta here.

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright
oooooh oooooh it'll be alright

Key of D major ?

Sung to the tune of:
I'll Be Home For Christmas


Oh, I got fudge for Christmas,
from my daughter-in-law.
I whined and begged,
til I got my way,
and I'm not sharing it.

Ooooh, Thanks for the fudge for Christmas,
I will repay this deed.
It was suppose to be homemade,
but she bought it all from See's.

oooooh, I got fudge for Christmas,
and you can count on this.
By the time, I eat it all,
it will be on my hips.

Oooooh, I got fudge for Chriiiiiissssstmaaaasssss
I'll be seeing it in my Dreeeamms.


Dedicated to Tammy,
My Daughter-in law.

An old black crow sitting on my tree
Squawks "Hello" each morning to me
Inquiring if I had a good night
Did I rest well? Did I sleep tight?

Well ain't it funny how an old black crow
Can care with a depth that you'll never know
Ain't it funny how an old black bird
Can say so much without saying a word to me


And oooooh isn't it magick, how that old Mister crow seems to notice whenever I'm blue
And oooooh isn't it tragick, how I let myself fall for a cold hearted lover like you.


Well that old black crow, he cares more than you
You know it's true. I never hear from you
I know he'd buy me a ring
And slip it on my finger, with his shiny black wing

Well ain't it funny how an old black crow
Can care with a depth that you'll never know
Aint it funny how an old black bird
Can say so much without saying a word to me

That old black crow sittin' on my tree
Squawks "Hey baby, won't you marry me?
Your old man don't know what he had
Cause I'm telling you baby, you ain't half bad!"

**Well ain't it funny how an old black crow
Can care with a depth that you'll never know
Aint it funny how an old black bird
Can say so much without saying a word to me

Take a sip, take a hit, take a drag, take a sniff.
Mix it up, lose yourself in your sins.
Take this lust potion baby, move that slow motion.
Just take another sip, lean, trip.
******* to the floor, playing with my hair, fingers like a web.
Just listen, red eyes in a room full of lies.
I know you bite, I need it, take a sip and feel free.
Just take another sip, and we'l lean.
Oooooh baby, stick down to the ground, I need you on the floor. knees to the ground.
I know you feelin, the same way that I feel and I know this is for real.
He says hes feelin, that feelin, that we're feelin, and he want it bad.
Just take another sip, and we'l lean.
Mushrooms got us trippin, got you rollin on the floor, laughing, passed out, then I **** you.
Papi like it good.
Call me baby while I give it like I should.
Put a spell on you, a lust potion.
Take it, sip it, eat it, **** it.
How did I get like this?
Voodoo lust.
You think this lust we have is normal?
It's passionate, hard, ******, intense, sinful, unapologetic, desirable, sensual.
Pull my neck from the back and choke me harder daddy.
...
It's my voodoo magic baby.

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m­mm
mmm
mmm
mmm
mmm

oooh
ooooh
oooooh
ooooh
oooooh
ooooooh

mmmmm­
mmmm oooh
oooooooooooh
oooooooooooooooooh
oooooooh oooooooooooh
OH! OOOOOOH!
mmmmmmm OOOOOOH!
mmmmmm mmm
OOOOH OOOOOH
**** YES!  ****!
MMMMMMMM
OH ****!
OOOOOO!
OOOOOOH!
OOOOOOH!
OOOOOOO
OOOOOOooooh
mmmmmmm
mm­mmm

You better watch out!
You better go hide!
You better look up
and see the witches fly-
Halloween is coming to town!

It's the season for the deceasing
You'll always stay out late,
Eating candy and
trick or treating
While you scream and shake!

Oooooh, you better watch out
You better go hide
You better look up
and see the witches fly-
Oh Halloween is coming to town!!!

For my muse, I choose the euphoric source
Of my most transcendent -

   Lovely
- Muddy
Memories.

Perceptual flashes ― slosh slushing
Approaching an untamed blue-green pond
Just your average amphibian gone blonde.
In sunshine or windward shower.

Loitering around the grassy brim,
On that one slick rock, I stood up
Catch a fish ― oooooh you swift ⁓
Let it back in?

Or you could...
Run screaming like the flaming river rumbling down the mountain.
To the lunulate lagoon?? in the front yard

Hop & stand
Fish in hand You. Have. To. Make. It.  

But     the        gargantuan          estate.  .     . it's too late.

That tiny t-rex gait ― might just seal
That golden guppies fait.

Cause you sprung like spring
And set that little sucker free.

This is...my space,
This is...my freedom,
Beyond this space...I imagine,
More of a life and a reality,
With paths so many past my minds horizon,
So why? why can't I see?

I step on each path, curious yet cautious,
just in case I fall down! or get lost on purpose?
It is not enough to just step on a path,
I have to explore it, taste it, feel it, nurture it, I HAVE TO,
Know its worth.

Whether I Rekindle the old or experience the new,
I'll still stand my ground, ready to take on whatever destiny I deserve!
I know it will take all my will, my strength, my power, my faith, my courage, my spirit my ALL!
These things, I must conserve...because the path is a treacherous one,
It waits for NO MAN.

I will take down any wall or troll,
I will breakdown any false image attempting to sway me from my intended pilgrimage,
This vision I so vividly see in my mind and in my soul,
It burns with a wild, raging flame of passion, and,
Oooooh!! it feels so right. because I know,
I KNOW!! I feel my destiny, and,
Its reaching out to me!

George Ng'ayu Wahome.

Tra la la...Tra la la...
La la la...la la

[Verse 1]
Hey!
Vexation of spirit is a waste of time
Negative thinking, don't you waste your thoughts
Verbal conflict is a waste of word
Physical conflict is a waste of flesh
People will always be who they want
And that's what really makes the world go round
Unconditional love is scarce
("Till shiloh I shall not forsake thee")
Now and forever more
Forever more, forever more...
YEAH!

[Chorus]
You see, you gave precious life to me
So I live my life for you...You...
You see, you've always been there for me
And so i'll be there for you...You...
("Till shiloh I shall not forsake thee")

[Verse 2]
Bless your eyes and may your days be long
May you rise on the morning when His kingdom come
Good deeds aren't remembered in the hearts of men
(.....Oooooooh)
Bless your eyes and may your dreams come true
May you rise on the morning when Jah kingdom come
Good deeds aren't remembered in the hearts of men
("Till shiloh I shall not forsake thee")
Now and forever more
Forever more...

[Chorus]
You see, you've always had faith in me
And so i'll have faith in you...You...
You've always been there for me
And so i'll be there for you...You...

Hey!
You've always been good to me
Even when i'm not good to myself
You've always been fair to me
Even when i'm not fair to myself
You've always done right by me
So I will do right by you...You...
("Till shiloh I shall not forsake thee")
You've always been there for me, mama
So i'll be there for you, papa
You've always been fair to me, brother
And so i'll be fair to you, sister
You've always had faith in me
And so i'll have faith in you...You..

You've always been good to me
You've always been to kind to me
You've always stood up for me
You've always been there for me
You've always been...oooooh
You've always been...oooooh
You always did care for me...yeh
You always did share with me...yeh
You always been true to me
And so i'll be true to you...

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captured in the psych ward, new year special




it’s new years eve and ron bought along his punch bowl and a few sushi dishes

as well as party sandwiches, to make the people in the psych ward have a good atmosphere

for the new year, and this year charlie chaplin man was going to read all of his poems as the

entertainment and the nurses did a lot of work so the patients feel calm enough to enjoy

charlie’s show, so medication time was before the show and even charlie, because he was worried

he would yell very loudly if he didn’t and then it started

ron said, ok guys we are going to have a mini new years eve concert run by this man charlie chaplin

charlie said, welcome and happy new year and my first song is   The schitzophrenic


You see I am sitting at the mall
I am having dillusions of people teasing me, and I wish this will all stop, oh please, just leave me the f..k alone
And then I hear voices that aren't really being said o hear Jon killed my best friend named Fred, the thing is I have no best friend, oh year
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
From the first diagnosis till the day you reach 45, you see if i take medication it can be controlled yeah oh yeah
I am schitzophrenic
Then I went to see my psychiatrist and he told me, to try and get a life, I told him I was blackbeard and John F Kennedy, he just threw a smart *** comment my way, I thought that comment was rude and ******, yes it is hard to be liked when you do
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Yes it's easy to do, just let me hang out
You see with my medication it can be controlled, ooooh
I am schitzophrenic
You see I get paranoid when I see people around and right wing governments want us locked up
It mighty hard to have this illness and I cab say this
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Do it once and you get all hooked and after that you feel like a geek, cause your a schitzophrenic, and also with medication it can be controlled
Oooooh I'm a schitzophrenic
Yes, that's true

charlie said, that was a great song and it’ll get you started ya know, the next song is maybe later


maybe later, i will get what i want

maybe later, i will rediscover the beauty

of being alive in this great world

it’s just a long-awaited journey

from beginning to end

and i will try and enjoy the moment

in the psych ward spotlight

i say, please slow down, your moving too fast

please almighty one, let me live long enough to give

a poor old soul a home

they don’t want a bench and they don’t want an old burnt out hall

it’s not fun for me

to look at these big buildings

with hot shot business types, when your not one

it’s enough to drive you mad

please make me except it could be later




the next song charlie sang was standing on the inside looking out, a song that explains what we are going through


standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

in the psych ward trying to get better

you see i was visioning i was in glenelg bay

but instead you get doctors saying how are you enjoying your day

i wished i was well and enjoying my life

instead of being in here wasting away

then i called out to almighty god

and the best i can get is a man who claims he is jesus christ

i said, no, were you nailed to the cross

and he said yeah after i rode in on my horse

and i said wasn’t it a donkey you ran in on and i was

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

in the psych ward trying to get better

i was getting bored, so i asked the nurse

to give me a pass out to the cafe

because i was starting to lose my mind

and when they said no i let out a little wine

i said please please please, mate, this place is driving me mad

the inmates here, smell really really bad

so the nurse made me a banana smoothie and i said thanks

and took it away to my bed, walking past every room before mine

i even tripped over a piece of fishing line

then i sat down in my glenelg bay apartment sipping my smoothie saying

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

in the psych ward trying to get better

dinner time came and i had fish and chips

it was ever so discusting, ya know like hospital food

i opened my orange juice and gave it one almighty sip

and i ate my chocolate mousse, yeah it is as tasty as

when dinner was over i went to the TV room

to watch the news and home and away

then some dude came into watch it with me

and he said, did you know i was GOD, i said, no

as i sat there thinking i was

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

in the psych ward trying to get better

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

standing on the inside looking out

in the psych ward in the psych ward

in the psych ward trying to get bet-ter


charlie chaplin after that song was over sang his small poem titled a smile has nothing on us, here goes


whether you let out a big smile or not

you could add it to your melting ***

what you need is a great big melting ***

big enough to take the world and all it’s got

every thing that you can eat

my rundown car is really neat

the coffee urn is piping hot

boiling whether you like it or not

but your smile comes through and through

like a fresh flower, blooming every day for me and you

i try to smile all the time

cause  it’s very fun to do

i like smiling, cause it’s fun



charlie then announced his next song saying spare me, because when your poor you always say spare me. here goes


spare me some money for the bus

spare me some money for the bus

spare me some money

so i don’t look like such a dummy

spare me some money for the bus

spare me some cutlets for my tea

spare me some cutlets for my tea

spare me some cutlets

and some vegetables

thank you very muchlets

spare me some cutlets for my tea

spare me some wine to go with that

spare me some wine to go with that

spare me some wine

so i can feel so divine

spare me some wine to go with that

spare me some chocolate for after that

spare me some chocolate for after that

spare me some chocolate

so i can have what you have

spare me some chocolate for after that


charlie then said, my next song is every day is a day of disappointment because being here really *****


Every day is a day of dissapountment

One day as I was walking down a busy street, saying g'day to everyone who u walk past, then I went back through the park and I saw so many walks of life, from the beggars asking for money and the rich refusing to give it to them, and it all sounds so crazy as I walk through doing nothing like that, after that I felt a bit peckish, so I went to the take-away to buy myself an hamburger with egg and bacon and there was this weird looking fella standing at the door, greeting each customer with a smile, he didn't really work there, but he will never be told to leave, cause he ain't a threat, oh no, then after that I went to the grocery store to buy enough supplies to last me for a week, or maybe more, I could hardly know, then after that, all that shopping made me a bit thirsty, so I went to the sports club and drown my day away, with a ice cold fosters lager or a ice cold can of VB, after that I will get so drunk o could hardly stand up and my friends drove me home and they also walked me inside, just to make sure, I don't collapse on the front lawn, you see, your day seems to go from good to bad, if you make the wrong choices and that makes every day, a day of dissapointment, after that horrible night on the *****, I got up and had a hangover cure, consisting of two raw eggs and worcestershire sauce, yes that sounds so very tasty, yes I love it and live by it, it really makes me feel like I can have a party in my mouth and everyone is invited to spend about a year or so, at the local sports club doing one thing every single day, and then after that you won't seem like every day is a day of disappintment for everyone on this earth



charlie then decided to pretend he had a best mate named albert waldron and back then albert gave him lyrics to a song, here it goes



Alfred Waldron looking back, oh yeah



You see I was a great footballer, man
Yes, I was so ace, but it was a long long time ago
About close to 1 hundred years
You see I payed in South Australa
And I played footy very well, and after the match
I would go to my car, and get my BBQ an start cooking the snags
Yes, I loved that, it was really really cool
Everyone thought I was an average cook
And they all came over for some meat
Yes, I even had some nice cold beers
Yes, I think thats so very cool
As I cooked the meat, the other players were saying
Come on mate, cook us some nice beautiful Aussie snags
I also played cricket, for South Australia as well
And I even took my BBQ to the cricket for after match food
The only way you can do that now, is if you just stayed local
And some days, like at the footy and the cricket
Every player got very vocal
I was a real Australian guy, who loved to play, footy or cricket
And I loved the BBQ at the end, yes it was so esquized
Yes I had the muscles, and I have lots of those
Everyone enjoy eating a snag a sausage
And then an egg and bacon roll
Since that footy life ended i felt cool


ron said to charlie just one more song because people are yelling and we can’t control them, but charlie we will have the midnights fireworks for you, ok



charlie said he has got his fresh old legs going wild here it goes


they will dance

they will run

into the midday sun

they will race

warm embrace

be a bit lazy

head to the pub

go to the shop

to buy some clothes

angels coming down

worshipping the town

playing football

driving cars

around the good old town

having drinks with the guys

fresh flowers for sale at the shop at SHOPRITE

SHOPRITE SUPERMARKET

CUTTING ALL THE FOOD BILLS YEAH

spiders coming through the window

to destroy all mankind

makin g lamb for dinner

nicest you’ve ever seen

i said i will stay home and watch my mate, mr bean

yeah, your fresh legs go wild

when they do all these things

and before the end, charlie got the entire staff and patients to sing auld lent zine at 10.00 pm

because everyone was getting tired and cranky
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!




ron and charlie were helping each other clean up while the other patiens were being injected with ******

from yelling too much and after the cleanup was done, charlie went to the TV room to watch the fireworks

that were on at midnight on the TV, meanwhile, ron clocked off and went to the pizza hut and went home to

watch the fireworks on the TV thinking, today, ron made charlie a happy man, by letting him do his concert

it wasn’t till midnight but they can’t do that in the HDU.

New to the town, I hopped off the bus,
I came all alone, just me and a trunk,
To a bright, new world, I looked all around,
It was a quiet town, with not even a sound,

So I settled right in and began my work,
In a small crooked shop, I became a bank clerk,
At first no one came, not even a fly,
Then one day, someone finally walked by,

“Hello,” he said, as he opened the door,
“I believe you are new, I am Edward Debore,”
I am flattered, I said, to see a new face,
You’re the first someone I’ve seen in this empty place,

He was tall, rather thin, with a nose like a pin,
On his back, I believe, he had some type of fin,
“Oooooh,” he moaned, “I am quite parched,”
Oh my, I replied, I’ve only this berry ****,

But, to my surprise, he swallowed it whole,
And with it, gulped down, my grandmother’s bowl,
Oh dear, I cried, as he burped loud and clear,
It seems you are more than “parched,” I fear,

Who are you, I asked him, what do you do,
I am a bank clerk,…oh, there’s a fly, Shoooo!
Look, there he goes, open the door,
…GULP, …Mr. Edward Debore!!

At that moment I stood there with fear in my eyes,
Mr. Edward Debore had just eaten a fly,
Another flew by and he gulped him right down,
By then my smile had turned into a frown,

I could not stand it another second,
So I snatched my umbrella and I sliced it through his stomach,
The flies were set free and so was the bowl,
For Edward Debore had gulped them down whole,

                  The End
And also the end of Edward Debore!

You set my world on fire you're my greatest desire.
Like a miner or prospector i must perspire as i search for the sweet sacred nectar that is of your flower.
As your nectar trikles off your flower releaseing so much power.
I can feel the nectar's calming powers  as it drips off the lips as i take a sip and a quick lick.
You're the most beautiful thing in this universe's sector there is no better not even god can make a replica or even try to make you better and nothing even comes close to being almost better.
I wish i could write you a letter but maybe this poem will be better.
Like reading it might make you shake and shiver maybe even quiver.
Like when im caressing your body with a feather  or strapping you down and playing with leather.
OOOOOH BABY!!!!
I love the look in your eyes as they fill with surprise as you force open your eyes and let out a magnificent  passionate  cry of love lust and exstasy begging me for more.
As your getting wetter and wetter and then i smell that sweet sweet nectar i know i found my prize i knew it from the very second i looked into those gorgeous angel like eyes ******* im glad i get to be your guy.
Then i remembered lifes so much better on this side of the glass that is playing with you gin and always letting you win in the garden of love
MY TRUE LOVE THATS YOU BOO YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

pretty lips with snakelight smile, pretty man with a dusklight bite,

pretty long ago with a soft robin egg blue, (but oh, thats long gone,)

pretty toes and a pretty cottage in the hills, (also, long long gone,)

pretty hair and pretty creekbed, (oooooh...)

and pretty and pretty and

I like Stephen King
Not for his plot twists of horror
But for how he notices the very real
Human tics
And ideosyncrasies that every posess
Making us unique
Just like everyone else
He would notice
Let's say, something like;
The bored housewife
Sitting at her kitchen table
Drinking coffee with one hand
And hitting on a joint with the other
Like she's reciting rosary
To E.L.O.'s  "Bruce, don't bring me down, Bruce, don't bring me down,Bruce, don't bring me down, Bruce, don't bring me down, Bruce, Don't bring me down, , no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.
Nooo-oooooh-oh
(I tell you once more before I get off the floor don't bring me down)
Bruce...

His next sentence jolts us
The bored housewife's ceiling
Would then fall down
Crashing down
On top of her
Smashing her skull
Buried under drywall and brick
Gotta love the details

But afterwards
Will the once bored housewife
(As well as you and I and Stephen King?)
Be given a test?

What Did You See?
What Did You Learn?
What Did You Do?

Did You Get It??

Will we need to sharpen number two pencils?
A mortalist?

We live here but once
Stephen King
Bored housewives
You and me

The day my baby sister came
They all forgot 'bout me!
Her tiny little hands and feet
Were all that she could see

She only had to burp or yawn
To hear them Ahhhhhh and Oooooh
I might as well have packed my bags
And moved to Timbuktu

I'm only five years old you see
But Shelly's just five days
She has this face that's oh so sweet
She's sneaky in her ways

And so I sneak to take revenge
She'll simply have to go
I look and see enormous eyes
It hits me and I know

This girl's my baby sister
I'll forgive her all her noise!
I guess that once she's old enough
We'll even share my toys

There's just one thing I just won't do
I'll never change her diaper!
The things I've seen and smelled down there ...
I'd rather change a viper!

hi dudes



today i am suffering from a pain in my ankle, i have no idea

how it cam about but it’s there, i go to bed and ask athena

to spray methane over it, and she does, and i feel great

i don’t know how it started but when i was doing the barbecue

last saturday, it suddenly started to ache, mind you i was feeling

a minor ache a few days before, i couldn’t stand up, mind you

i was trying to stand, but i just had to sit down, it made me feel like

such a bludger, but every night i am going to ask athena to spray methane on it

and i will drink orange soda, you see there is a poem my mother read to me

called acka backer soda ******* acka backer boo acka backer soda *******

i love you, and i imagined the babies eyes lighting up, i foot is getting better

but it still feels a bit sore, but i still sleep well as athena is working on the

pouring of the methane on it, i got my new glasses yesterday and i look a bit like elvis costello

but hopefully my foot will get better with all the methane i am getting poured on it

you see athena isn’t perfect, you must be able to remain low stressed, and nobody

is perfect or nobody is a robot and can’t fix up as quick as a fiddle stick, but mind you

people try and not be sick, just because i have a sore fought it doesn’t mean i am negative

i watch shows where people on life insurance with their poxley smiles to say when

they die everything is going to come up roses but my leg is still hurting a bit, and athena

is the best worker for me because she is cheap, but that doesn’t mean she ain’t true

the great gas methane can work wonders for your feet,i am trying to do my tapestry

and my foot is finding it hard to be a table on top of my leg.

you see i remember my mum and late father said my poems weren’t family friendly enough for

the internet, but when i went to outer space i saw athena and then sang a few songs at neptune

the first song was do the shitzophrenic
You see I am sitting at the mall
I am having dillusions of people teasing me, and I wish this will all stop, oh please, just leave me the f..k alone
And then I hear voices that aren't really being said o hear Jon killed my best friend named Fred, the thing is I have no best friend, oh year
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
From the first diagnosis till the day you reach 45, you see if i take medication it can be controlled yeah oh yeah
I am schitzophrenic
Then I went to see my psychiatrist and he told me, to try and get a life, I told him I was blackbeard and John F Kennedy, he just threw a smart *** comment my way, I thought that comment was rude and ******, yes it is hard to be liked when you do
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Yes it's easy to do, just let me hang out
You see with my medication it can be controlled, ooooh
I am schitzophrenic
You see I get paranoid when I see people around and right wing governments want us locked up
It mighty hard to have this illness and I cab say this
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Do it once and you get all hooked and after that you feel like a geek, cause your a schitzophrenic, and also with medication it can be controlled
Oooooh I'm a schitzophrenic
Yes, that's true

and when i finished that song was finished i went to the bar to drink 45 gallons of methane to hopefully make me walk a

a bit better as opposed to looking like an old man on his last legs, i know when my legs give way

and that is when my brain stops, surely i might have my legs amputated, but if i ask athena

to give the right dose of methane and if i rest my leg when i awake, but i must walk occasionally to

make sure it gets better and i say if you have sore feet, roll your feet over a tennis ball to make

athena’s magic will work, you see the god of thunder will get the methane and roll on you

just like thunder does

Oooooh, OH ! Now my clear moon rising

Oh , Oh ! Your leaving , . . . not surprising

Just dancing around your grave
Hey ! Just dancing on your grave
Hey , Hey ,dancin' around your grave


Sooo, oh ! Oh ! You say you got it made

yup , yup ,  you surely got it made


Hey ! just say it , dancing on your grave
Just roll , roll , . . . roll up your sleeves
And dig your self a grave


Yeah , yeah , fix your self a grave

Just dig yourself a grave

. . . dancing on your grave , Hey ! Hey !

. . . dancing on your grave !

To be honest, overtime i look in the mirror I see someone different.

There's this girl.

She looks the same at a glance; black hair, brown skin, brown eyes. The same mold, but every now and again as I look closer, she’s not the same girl from yesterday.

Sometimes her hair is straight with a slight bounce on the bottom, or curly and ruffled. Sometimes her hair is streaked with rouge red fire, sometimes it’s an abyss of dark swirls amidst a sea of black.

Her skin fluctuates between light brown chilled ice cafe or sultry dark caramel freshly baked by the sun.

This girl has a rounded nose that squishes. Her eye brows are sometimes bushy, sometimes thin, or sometimes heaven sent from a model (or just a really good wax). Plump lips which have seen every shade of color in the rainbow from seductive red to party pink, even the occasional midnight black. These lips can speak words of encouragement and wisdom, spit sass, throw shade, pout to get their way. They can tremble, but they can also smile.

I see her face every day. When I look into her eyes, it’s the eyes. Each time I gaze into them, they’re different. I must stress the fact that they’re never the same as the day before.

Sometimes, when I look into the mirror and watch her eyes I can see that there’s morning. It’s a bright sunny good morning. Not just in the time of day, but in her heart. I can see them glisten with excitement. The brown eyes are bright, excited.

They say, “I am confident. I am going to grab the day and kiss it as hard as I can with all that I am. Adventure awaits me in every step I take, around every corner. I will rise. I will conquer. I am fearless!”

The brown is like a sweet sugar, like fudge. ****. So full of energy and sunlight. Nothing can go wrong. The energy reaches from her eyes down to the corners of her lips pulling them up to her eyes. This energy wants to share itself with her whole being… She is smiling.

Sometimes when I look into the mirror and gaze into her eyes, they’re warm. Oooooh, and soft, like a gentle summer breeze. Mmm. they’re comforting like a cup of hot cocoa on a sharp winter night. Loving. Right down to the bones. They could hug any cold feeling way and melt you down like butter in a low heated pan, slow, gentle, calm. I listen to these eyes, with comfort, “Sure not everything is where you want it, love, but it’s okay. Everything is gonna be all right. We’re gonna make it.” Simple words is all it takes to reach out the meaning from these eyes. They reach past the smile and melt into the heart. Slow and comforting. Tender. Maternal. Loving.


But every now again, the sunny skies in her eyes will fade as dark clouds roll in.

I try to stare in the mirror, grasping for the pretty girl who once stood there, but she’s gone. The more I stare, the more something in my aches and I look away. There would be no make up. No smiles. An abundance of red but not a passionate fiery rouge, or a warm hearted maroon.
She had red in her skin, on her nose, in the eyes. Her face was flushed. Her shoulders were heaving up and down. Part of me wished it were from laughter, but part of me knew. Part of me knew the jagged up and down heaving and huffing, moved her body like a boat lost on a stormy sea. Dark ominous clouds dug into her skin, just beneath her eyes like bruises. Her jaw was tight, teeth clenched. The longer I tried to stare at her, the more I lost the girl with the curly hair, fiery lips, adventure in her steps, mischief in her gaze. The longer I searched in her skin, in her eyes, the girl with the tender smile like hugs, the girl whose words were like a warm hearth, she was lost.

The girl with the broken heart stood before me. Heavy. Sinking. Drowning. Begrudgingly, she picked up a brush and began to paint a facade over the darkness. She picked up the concealer, dabbed on the foundation, winged her eyeliner, and covered each bruise, each red splotch, each tear until there was no trace of the internal battle she faced. No sadness, no tears, all calamity covered by a blanket of cosmetics, a mask in plain sight.

But if you stare hard enough, stare into her eyes, reach past the blush, the picture perfect lipstick, under the perfect curl mascara, above the eyeliner, right into whatever is left of her soul, it makes you wonder if the girl with the rouge streaked hair ever existed? if there was really hot cocoa or just left out cold bitter coffee? Was there really such a person who craved adventure? Was there ever such a girl who loved so tenderly? Was she always like this? Was she always wearing broken pieces of shattered mirrors for a mask? Was she just reflecting what might’ve been, what could’ve been…

But never was?

Tell me if you like it done this way,
that's right,
hold it there,
slow sweetheart,
slow, there you go,
oh oh yes,
you have me now,
go slow sweet baby,
wait girl eeeeeasy,
ooooooh that's it,
you're so wet,
that feels awesome,
I mean really awesome,
oooooh what you do to me,
move a little faster,
that's right,
you are so nice,
lean back,
I want to see you
faster please,
let it go,
go go,
sweet baby,
faster,
give it to me,
faster faster,
I'm close darling,
getting closer,
take me there,
take me with you,
you are sooooo nice,
do it,
do it now,
yes,
yes,
yes
I'm coming,
Oooooooooo,
take me,
oh you have me,
gosh that's sweet,
you are beautiful,
I want you,
kiss me darling,
I think I love you.....
oh your precious lips....
You're so tasty,
no I don't think,
I know I love you....
do you love me too?

Oooooh
Oo oo oooou
Ïmmmmmm
Here uhhh ah
Toooo oo a ooo
TAX YOU UP.....
.......
time to pay me whatcha owe me....
Homie......
Don't act all surprised

Shhhhhhh
........it....
C.I.
Dropped a dime.....
Two tha tip toe
You Got ta to Go
Quick quick.....
Here come 5 0h
Out the window
Into the the shadows itsss.....
Run time .......

The schitzophrenic


You see I am sitting at the mall
I am having dillusions of people teasing me, and I wish this will all stop, oh please, just leave me the f..k alone
And then I hear voices that aren't really being said o hear Jon killed my best friend named Fred, the thing is I have no best friend, oh year
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
From the first diagnosis till the day you reach 45, you see if i take medication it can be controlled yeah oh yeah
I am schitzophrenic
Then I went to see my psychiatrist and he told me, to try and get a life, I told him I was blackbeard and John F Kennedy, he just threw a smart *** comment my way, I thought that comment was rude and ******, yes it is hard to be liked when you do
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Yes it's easy to do, just let me hang out
You see with my medication it can be controlled, ooooh
I am schitzophrenic
You see I get paranoid when I see people around and right wing governments want us locked up
It mighty hard to have this illness and I cab say this
1 2 3 4 do the schitzophrenic
Do it once and you get all hooked and after that you feel like a geek, cause your a schitzophrenic, and also with medication it can be controlled
Oooooh I'm a schitzophrenic
Yes, that's true

Take my breath from me
Take it all and then leave me
I'll let you do all that you want to me
But don't pretend that It's happy
It's not okay, thanks for asking though
It's hard to say you sir are an *******
But it's just me, and I'm nothing special

So I'm sorry your betrayal isn't enough
I'm sorry your fairy tale was
But mostly I'm sorry that I let you

It's okay, I don't even look anymore
It's okay, I won't even speak again
Since I can't replace what you took
Well, I shouldn't even be writing this then
Should I?
No, even you can't control me
But since you know me, you know I'll let you

So I'm sorry I wasn't perfect growing up
I'm sorry that you got everything you want
But mostly I'm sorry I let you

Now, I know it's nothing I could help
But deep down I told myself
that when you finally break down
I will be the only one who isn't around
It's kind of sad to think about
Do you deserve it?
Of course you do for all the people that you've been hurting
me included
But it wouldn't make me any better than you
would it?
No, I would be worse than
I would be cursed then
when I finally found something good I would lose them
because then I would deserve it
So right here, I'm ending this endless cycle
I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll forget you as soon as I forgive you
Because I know that you love him
And I'm only sorry I let you

Oooooh

Don't be sorry, I did it to me
Blades could only reach my skin deep
But only some can get through
And I'm sorry I let you

Mother, do you think she's good enough.... for me?
And Mother, do you think she's dangerous.... to me?
And Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Oooooh ah, Mother will she break my heart?

(Pink Floyd - Mother)

This Poem was given to me by my friend the Author
and poet J Alexander thank you so Much Jay!
Where are u queen?

Somewhere...
seated in-between faded lines of a potent love poem
written in the 60s by hippies named Flower with the
power putting peace in pens teaching Zen to 10 crescent
moons refusing not to glow, only to then grow-up making
a living as a breath-taking metaphor?

Somewhere...
in a private casbah being made to feel like more than
a woman while God summons a handful of her ebony
angels giving each an epiphany of ample high-5's and
performance promotions for a magic potion creation
well done, one eternity at a time?

Somewhere...
still reminiscing about a kiss that could soften stingy steel,
calling no cobs on the cookie unless cats come correct,
not like rookies but like roosters that ****-a-doddle-doo
and make you sit still while layers get peeled till you fulfill
your fantasy feeling the
power of Niagara’s flow?

Somewhere...
letting tomorrow take care of itself as it usual does
while wishing someone-unlike-no-other would take
care of you today, tattooing the inside of your eyelids
with the letters L.O.V.E. with binding blood for you
to gaze at a view of outer-space using commitment
constellations as mental masking tape, sticking by your
side until there is no such a thing as time?

Where did you go?

Somewhere...
sleeping solo, dripping "I'll show him" slob on pride
pillows instead of riding bicycles with no seats -
just the pole, juxtaposed underneath unapologetic
satin sheets swapping gossip on unlimited minutes
about unfinished business to bitter listeners with
limited vision, although behind your back would switch
in an instance, since it's existence - misery always needed company

Somewhere...
thinking about making the 1st move for the 2nd and 3rd time?

Somewhere...
keepin' it 100 with 90% of your single friends?
Where are you my luv?

Somewhere...
becoming conscious, covered deep with earth on a
continent in a South African mine in your prime,
replacing the black blood and applying your tear drops
upon diamonds, making them shine twice as bright
with infinity shelf life?

Somewhere...
practicing saying a surname on for size in front of a
candlelit white picket fenced vanity mirror,
placing pillows near navels underneath your
blouse knowing it fits your style and hoping
that daddy will be speechless proud about his
princess, pride and joy?

Somewhere...
working too **** hard?
Where are you irreplaceable?

Oooooh.....still right here, sippin' Verbal Koffee,
listening to Sade’s I Couldn’t Love You More and down for whatever!!
©2009
jAy aLexander
Fountain Head Publishing

Years back!

Him: "You know I love you right?
She: "I know." she says in a *****, ****, whispered tone
She: "Just lay back and let me love you baby mmmm...."
Mmmm the way you kiss me... I love it
The way you touch me in such ****** places
Oooh I crave it so much
I just can't ******* control myself
Baby you make me feel so alive
I can't ******* put into words how you make me feel
I just feel every moment that the two of us experience together
I feel each moment so deeply
Omfg mmmm yeah...
Just do that to me again....
Make me feel that again....
And don't stop.....
I wanna keep going
Make me *** over and over
Make me *** as many times possible
I don't give a **** baby....
Just drown me with ***
Just **** me with your **** body
I don't want to feel nothing else but your **** body and skin
Mmmm yeah.... nothing else has ever felt so right
Oooooh yeah.... You know who the **** I'm talking about
You know who you are....
**** baby you're so wild.....
You drive me so ******* wild.....
And all I crave is more and more....
And more and more.....
Keep ******* me....
*** my body endlessly
**** I love the pleasure!
**** I love the pressure!
Mmmm make me scream baby!