Sunday, July 31, 2016

Blue Notebook State 47

Barn with little hemlock at state 47.
State 47 to me.
Home to someone else.
A nice place to write a poem
A tough place to mow the lawn.
and all those coke sniffing Senators in Washington DC
what do they know?
A bunch of Elvis's teaching, blackie how to dance.
How to rock bottom hard and keep rolling.
Iowa....man I gotta give it to you.
3 Vowels and 1 Contestant
and yet you you still keep yourself together.
What will you do when I move to state 48
What will I do with my memories of you?

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

I guess the things that you say are true

Well I might not understand all the things you've been through.
And I guess it would be different, if I was you.
But the thing you have to understand, before you give me advice
Is that you aren't so smart and you aren't that wise.

&

I guess the things that you say are true
But they're still just your point of view
Cant you see it not all right
To be this was all day and night.

Everyone goes through things differently
Choruses cant be made from singing separately.
It can only be conscientiously.

I guess we each have to understand that society
is all big and grand
but it is no promised land
and if we dont work toghether
we will die alone

So we must atone
 
 

Narrow Lanes @ 31

Took the wrong exit today
Seems that I went the wrong way.
But down there I saw a sign
It said "Caution Bridge Ahead"
And below was a picture
Of a road that was all intertwined.

Still I needed to reach home
So I went on straightaway
Then I saw another sign
All it said was "Narrow Lanes"

Narrow Lanes and 31
There were Narrow Lanes at 23.
I like Narrow Lanes a lot
Cause, they're still wide enough for me.

Damn I used to be afraid.
Of the many possabilites.
But Narrow Lanes are up ahead
Thing are going easy perfectly.

When I go to the store.
Choices are made again and still
I am always looking for....
Something
A little more
But nothing
Will quite thy will

Narrow Lanes at 31
Are like Narrow Lanes at 23
I don't mind the Narrow Lanes.
Cause they're still wide enough for me.

I've been on the wide  highway
Plenty of times
Bumper to bumper
Summer Heat
Construction that never ends
And Orange Signs
Unable to move
In the large and widened street.

There are no trees
There's little sky
Concrete pathway straight to hell
And though the lanes are broad
Where I am going.
I cant tell.

I've been along the thin and winding road
I've crashed my car there thrice or twice.
And when I sat outside the wreckage of my life
I breathed the air in and I had to say it was quite
Nice.

Give me back alleys and small streets.
Narrow Lanes are I need
Narrow Lanes at 31 or 23
They're Still wide enough for me

 




Thursday, May 12, 2016

She Doesn't Scream As Well

Marquis-de-Toot
Marquis-de-Toot You told me there were more things to you...i told you I believed you. You showed me there were more things to you...and I realized I had not. I believe you know  (delete)
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Marquis-de-Toot It hard to pull the rug from under my feet. Good Job
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Marquis-de-Toot In a world full of disappointment...I guess that why I fell I love with you....you still leave me Pleasantly Suprised.
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Marquis-de-Toot I guess the line that killed me was when you turned to me and explained w/o me asking. That I of all people should know "that pain teaches you things about which parts of yourself to embrace". You claim to be Vanilla.....HAHAHA please. I'll do a Sexual Hook Suspention Scene, and you will be the one who'll come out with the wisdom.
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Marquis-de-Toot You're like a strategy guide for my soul....FUCK
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Marquis-de-Toot Or how about the time when you told me that you were proud of me because I "didn't need anyone to save me anymore"
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Marquis-de-Toot You taught me to swim and then told me you were proud of me for not drowning.....

Sunday, November 15, 2015

You're

Well next time you're depresed.
Remember you could be next
It really all expressed
And one day you're going to die

You live you're life repressed.
Never naked; always dressed
Take away you're masks
And let you're freak flag fly.

You're always so composed
You're always on your toes
But it's not what you chose
So live your life

It's never you're turn to dance
If you never take the chance
So hit that dance floor
And learn to jive

Friday, August 21, 2015

I am sorry



Well I am sorry
Baby, don’t you know
And it’s not the way
I wanted things to go
But I am guessing…
What I am saying.
Is going
To
Matter
In the end.
So I am sorry
Baby…let be friends

And I guess
You’re probably asking
Why?
I am apologizing
After all this time
But the reason is one
I can’t quite say
I am sorry
But that’s
Not me today
I am sorry
Even though
You and I both know…
And I don’t care about anything
That Happened
.
But you need to hear me say
What you want me to say
But I am sorry
But that not me today
.
When we fight
No dishes get thrown
When we lie,
No vows get sworn
So I am sorry
Is that what you want…
To hear?
I am sorry that I
Was not able
To concur
Your fears.

But
That’s
Something
That
You
Just
Have
To
Do
On
Your
Own.

I am sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry…that you and I are both alone.

I know babe
That you think
I don’t understand
But that’s just
Your ego and avarice
Playing grand.
You think one can have
All their issues figure out.
But babe that someone
Is not you
Overcoming is
What you’re about
You have feelings
But I am sorry
I feelings too
And I am sorry
That I caught them
For you
.
I am sorry
If you heard this before
And I am sorry
That you stood
Outside my door
And I am sorry for
The lack of things we had done
But I am not really sorry
Cause the things
We did
Were fun

So I guess it just obligatory
That I say I am sorry.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

My Red Headed Rose



 I never tried to understand…
The things which you have said you’ve done
Those things were yours, were yours alone
And I was just glad … you had fun

But I always stared when you left.
And wept inside thoughts of my desire
Then I would call you for days
While white thought was burned by black fire.

I think that everybody knows
The truth which you think few can see
You are my Red Headed Desert Rose.
And I just want to pluck thee.

Pluck Thee
Pluck Pluck Thee
Pluck Pluck Pluck Thee

Your petals will fall one by one.
Your essence it will see you through
You’ve only seen one side of me
Now let me see both sides of you.

Its really elementary
Like numbers and the alphabet
There are either the things you do,
Or there are the things that you regret.

You are a read-headed desert rose
And I just want to pluck thy heart
But here is the thing that I propose
You want pluck me, in your part

Pluck Pluck Pluck pluck pluck me
Pluck Pluck Pluck pluck pluck you. .