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Sunday, October 05, 2008 "Smack" inspired by a comment from Lilli, and real life... Category: Writing and Poetry I always was a Strong boy… I always found my way To the bright lights, then To the darkest nights...   Even when time and time again It all seemed lost… I always found 'her' Maybe she was my First true love...   Bullets in my back almost Almost… Cost me my life… I was a slave Almost rode that white chariot to my grave That fine China White That ugly Black Tar… Ridin' high in that Long black car... Goin' Straight to hell On a shootin' star   That needle, man…that spike The one that I used to like To curl up to, close Saved me once From an overdose Of the other white powder   That power the smack Held over me That great white ape Crawlin' All over my back…   I never thought I'd make it home I was all Alone in LA… Chasin' Dreams…chasin' my drugs with More drugs At the age of 15...   Now, I've been Clean So many years, But the old Addiction creeps up on me And I know...   Sure as Lou says Hair- Oh- Win…   One day'll be...   The death of Me…. Currently listening : The Velvet Underground & Nico By The Velvet Underground Release date: 1996-05-07 11:22 - 28 Comments - 26 Kudos - Add Comment Saturday, October 04, 2008 "A Texas Poet on Haight Street" (John Sweet, loan me your beat) Category: Writing and Poetry I'm standin' on the corner of Haight Street When this cool cat…Sweet's his name… John Sweet, and he comes up and asks me "Have you got the beat, brother?" And I says in my low slow southern drawl I came all the way from Texas Just to answer the call…all the cool poets They live it, love it and know it… Frisco is the place to be… Mid 60's, war is on and love is free, man…   We stumble down the road Each one carryin' a share of the load Goin' to hear a guy name Grundy In some smoky club called the Blue Monday We ain't got no money But I said it before Love is free in the midst of war   So we find a couple o' cool cats Who know where it's at… It's out back by the train tracks Everyone is Laid back…smokin', jokin' Laughin' and clappin Dancin' around and bein' real…   So we head on downtown… Lookin' around at all the action We got the traction on our old shoes… We hear an ol' blind man singin the blues So we stop and listen, man We got time…the world is ours And we got the beat, the rhyme The world is on fire! Anything you desire can be had for a buck It don't matter if you're down on your luck Because all the cool cats know Love is the seed and it can grow… Brothers and sisters cared Shared what they had Folks stood for something', ya know Instead of fallin' for what was fed… We followed the Dead from city to city We enjoyed all the pretty colors, man The lights…the nights…everything was all right No one was uptight…unless someone took a bad trip… All the poets were cool and hip And we kept the peace, man… It was in our pocket…in our hands   We stood up Used our voices to speak out Against the man…we were the brotherhood We had our own way to Understand… Street corner Gods speakin' in fiery tongues The bells of dissent were being rung Yet we had our own peace In the middle of war   Now blood is cheap And nothing's free Anymore… 15:34 - 29 Comments - 28 Kudos - Add Comment Friday, October 03, 2008 "BlueField Blues" (Grammama’s Blues) Category: Writing and Poetry Fields of blue- Oh, so blue lay out before me And I think I adore the color… Like no other, this never ending sea of blue Causes my mind to Drift and fly, Not the light blue of the sky But the deep blue that comes with Depression…recession Into the mind, this is the kind of blue I could very well get used to…   Blues so smooth…so much like Glass…it cracks Crashes…splinters and shatters Blues like this, and nothing' else matters So I Take out my old harmonica And play a low Slow Note… And I sit here in the field of blue Where my ol' grammama wrote… She sang the blues… She swore she wore out her old blue shoes Walkin' from Memphis to Meridian In the cold, blue winter She found the light She always called me her Li'l blue sinner… So I sit in sin… In grammama's field That old, cold field of Blue so bold… Remeberin' stories she told About people comin' together No matter the rain, The stormy weather didn't keep folk away… People always come an' They'd hold hands, pray Then they'd cook up some food Back in those times… People took time And grammama would Sit out here and share the blues That lived deep in her soul…   It's those same ol' "Blue field blues" that Make me feel… Complete, an' whole… All the way deep in my Heart and soul… Now these ol' blues Have found a way to stay So I chase 'em… Embrace 'em Hold 'em close as my own… Cause…long as I got my blue, blue blues… I'll never be all Alone…   In this - My grammama's ol' blue field I like to call My home Currently listening : Blues By Jimi Hendrix Release date: 1994-04-26 21:25 - 18 Comments - 22 Kudos - Add Comment Thursday, October 02, 2008 "Preach It, Brother!" not quite what you expect from me...(heeheee) Category: Writing and Poetry Preach it brother! Give us the gospel… The words I hear Strike fear into the hearts Of mortal men… But you can't understand… Without all your AMENS and HALLELUJAHS You're nothing but a fool… The divine tool of the wisdom Of the Lord Preachin' the word… Yet what I heard… Was a whole lotta cryin' Tryin to get people to open Their wallets and purses… Everyone…lawyers, nurses… WELFARE MOTHERS We are all sisters and brothers in the eyes of GAWD!!!! Sling that hellfire in my direction I know by your hairdo Little boys give you an erection… Did you see that 900 foot Jesus Out there in Tulsa? Lemme tell you… The only thing close to God Ever come outta Oklahoma was me… I didn't hang on that Tree Dyin' for all man's sin… Here's where I will begin… My bible thumpin' friend… I would die so another may live If I have in my pocket, well… I have something' to give I would go hungry so a child could eat… But you, Preacher Man… You wear the finest shoes on your feet The best clothes tithes will by… You know I know your colors When you look in my eye You shout PRAISE JESUS As you quote fictitious words… Biblical teachings to the sheep I call a "herd"… "Oh Lord…we are asking For all hands to be lifted" So you can steal money from The poor… Reach in their pockets Pull out those bills Bend these poor souls to the ALMIGHTY'S WILL!!!! HALLELUJAH! He'll screw ya with a smile on his face… Pretend to heal the sick As the faithful dance round in place… Lets all go out back And…crucify ME Maybe the angels will come down and see What entertainment these people supply What good will it do If a mortal man should die… Call me forgiveness I'll cleanse your sins… In the case of mythical religion No one can win… You lose all your money You lose all your faith Blinded by the words Of a money hungry wraith… He takes the shape of your hopes He plays on your fear… He says all the things Your soul longs to hear… You'll lose all your money… You'll die all alone… There is no reward Of the Lord On a throne… There is no Heaven… Hell is on earth… There is no reason To believe in rebirth.   Currently listening : Christ Illusion By Slayer Release date: 2007-07-24 23:59 - 25 Comments - 22 Kudos - Add Comment "Angeleart,Johnny Rhymes, Queen Michelle, Wordmachinist, and YOU" Category: Writing and Poetry Just to let all you cool people know...especially those who read my blog regularly... 1. I've never been happier! I love Diana more than ever...and I feel great about that... 2. I've brought the DevilMachine back...in honor of my brother...the WordMachinist.... 3. Rhymsoulnice has been my favorite poet for goin' on 2 years now...if you dig my poetry...thank him for keepin' me goin'.... 4. Also thank Queen Michelle...without her...I'd have stopped long ago...Shotgun Poetry was my first effort at postin'in front of a group...so show her your love!   All you readers o' mine...I got somethin' special comin soon...I love you all!!!! 00:59 - 33 Comments - 32 Kudos - Add Comment Tuesday, September 30, 2008 "For Caylee" (Caylee Anthony) Category: Writing and Poetry I speak to the dead Those who are turning In the earth…waiting on A savior… There will be no trumpet And descending angels There is only earth, Shoveled over their pine prisons The dead bones Rattle and chatter In all their unholy anger I shout out at them "Peace…be still" Quiet them for now Beneath the rain of blood… Shadow 'cross the moon And I know the time is coming soon… When my dead will rise to greet me, And when they meet me again… I shall send them back to hell. They can't have me. In a battle for a soul No one is the clear victor… The "haves" Shall "have not" Blessed are the meek… For they are too weak To survive the coming tide The era of destruction. Mark these words Carve them on a stone The end is not near… It's here… Among these tombs Flower laden graves I reign supreme For I…it is I…the keeper Of all that is dead Reign in this hell on earth The re birth of the new gods Will take place, in some future Hallowed hall…and the dead will heed my call And rise…with glowing fire in their eyes They will rise And meet their maker… Those who take Rape Murder and shake Cradles rock Boughs break… All shall fall beneath the hands Of murdered children Aborted Faces, small innocent faces Distorted in a mockery Of love…rise to the sky Asking why? These are the innocents… And they have no maker For what God will allow The murder- Rape…destruction Of an unborn Unwanted child… There is no God… There is only I… The keeper of the souls Of lost children. A warning to a mother Who does not care for her children Villainous woman… Your time is coming To stand in judgment Of your evil deeds… Be sure The sin committed against all children Shall find you… Your soul shall be theirs In penance…payment And you will dwell In my house of hell Forever.   11:25 - 11 Comments - 20 Kudos - Add Comment Wednesday, October 01, 2008 "Wait on the Rain" Category: Writing and Poetry Paint me in all your imperial color Lead me down your spiral staircase To your chamber, lit by soft candlelight Into the night of your love Stars may shine, but your eyes Glimmering in jade and diamond brilliance The luster of myriad dreams… Sculpt me into a pleasing image Like the mighty stone lions who are Lying just outside the doorway   In waiting, a lady with hair The color of autumn flame… Roses dance, waterfalls sing In honor of her Eternal beauty… Will we rush through fields Of wildflowers on our way To the immortal gathering? Shall we wait on the rain To sing its song So that we may dance… Once, as king and queen Queen and king… Will we sing the song Of words unspoken Lie in a bed of love Unbroken? Birds chatter and titter... Their language on warm breezes Moves through the Neverland vacuum Into our war weary hearts With a twist of a knot Our souls are bound… Intertwined as destiny smiles upon us… Her children   Wearing a wreath of flowers, You and I sing in the voice Bestowed on us by a faceless Goddess I in my regal glory Wear and bear my crown of thorns… King of nothing, queen of the universe Bound together in ritual vows… To be cherished One to another…my smile It dwarfs mountains… The song you sing Brings the planets into alignment And all the cosmos Stands still… Bearing witness to our union…' Let this memory Remain in our minds Branded on the heart for our eternity Slow dance begins now… Race to my side Share the waves of pleasure As they course through us… Winding river of eternal fire In our love We walk…chosen through the garden We have found our Eden In each others eyes... We hold our future In our hands We search no longer… For love, elusive… For being, acceptance… We find that, In each others arms. 02:31 - 23 Comments - 38 Kudos - Add Comment Sunday, September 28, 2008 "Faded Black Stain" (Goodbye Has Never Been Harder) Category: Writing and Poetry I'm nothing more than a magnet A reflection of who you are… Filled with pain behind a sad smile Always falling short of your expectation Of what you thought I should be… But I never lost my vision I am…I am me And there's no changing that I'm not some Sad lost soul looking to find fulfillment In a dream I'm grim reality, hard core truth And I have fought Eye for eye…nail and tooth To be who I am…. And if it's not enough… Well…I'll never say I am sorry For being me… You perceived hooks in words That were meant to turn you In another direction… You were making me in an image That doesn't fit me…I'm not too old To learn…not too cold To burn… But that fire, well…it has to go out Your door may be always open But close it, because I know it I know this…I will never fit Not into a cookie cutter shape of Someone else's desire… I am fire And played with…dangerous I am desire When closed in on…I can be a dream… But you were never prepared Never there Never cared… Not enough for me to just be Aware…I surround you I was bound by you I was lost and found In your eyes… And I tried, I shed tears and cried I know this I would have died for you… Something I would never do… Get out the cosmic eraser Pretend as though I never existed…I was never kissed By true love… I tried to believe…but with a heavy heart I watch you leave And this time No turning back, no turning back… Sky full of black clouds Horizon dulled by my pain of loss I gambled and lost… I lost. There will be nothing but sorrow For all my tomorrows… I can never get clean… So to the past at last With me…out of memory And into the void Faded black stain on your heart That is me…. Currently listening : Violator By Depeche Mode Release date: 1990-02-22 17:18 - 10 Comments - 28 Kudos - Add Comment "Imprisoned" a RedWine and Rik Collaboration Category: Writing and Poetry "Imprisoned" By RedWine and Rik Heres a link to Rosies Page, do go by and read her work, she's a great writer, and a friend... It's in the moment of preparation Performing the ritual As has been my habit for a thousand years… Cast off from this place… Lightning illuminates the face in the mirror As the endless void I travel Becomes so much clearer… Last few weeks have been like- Drowning, slowly going under 'Til a current Full of electric memory Reminds me to Move .. along Before I fade in my own eyes, Blinded by plastic promises And pretend dreams… I no longer see a reflection I just blankly stare As glimpses Or rather traces Of who I used to be Flash before my eyes As a cruel reminder Mocking me Incessantly Making me cringe It is easier to look away Then face the evident And continuous decay Of a soul In need of rescue Tied and bound Wishing to escape the darkness The blackness That has become my heart As I await your return One that I know will never come Waiting in vain On that long black train The one that will take me Far away...far away I see that face shimmer, a glimmer- Ghost of a smile that haunts my lips The ones touched and brushed By beauty...no more nights Of blood wine Rose bouquets have decayed In the vase...I break the glass In case of emergency And I step out into the rain... I look for your face In the still crowd I search... The raindrops fall Like acid on my skin No hydration Or comfort can I find Yet the pain Is comforting And with it The reminder That I may be dead inside Yet I am still alive Dead, I scream your name Into the wind I scream... The wind howls faintly Like the rhythm of my heart Come and look deeply Into my tear stained eyes Unlock the tomb That imprisons me Enable me To once again dance In the rain   23:40 - 35 Comments - 40 Kudos - Add Comment Saturday, September 27, 2008 "Have You Seen the News?" my Pub Piece for the Twilight Zone Category: Writing and Poetry See the preacher man Street corner savior… Squawkin' about the end bein' oh so near Tyrin' to strike fear into the heart As the sky grows dark… Clouds, lightning and thunder So loud…ring out As the Gods scream in the Heavens… WATCH And be amazed as the Fist of the Gods Slams into the Earth like a hammer Your world comes crashing down You will witness firsthand The destruction of man… Airborne Virus so small…the molecular version Caused by demonic subversion… In trying to create a medical solution They have made total annihilation In a test tube, BABY So breathe deep, no time to weep Eternal sleep in fatal beauty Darkest dream seems Real… Ground cracks open…and Swallows the souls Of the living, whole… And spits out massive death And fire…into a blood red sky Time draws nigh Time has come to die As earth slips into the sea…. Cities fall to ruin… The eternal torrent Pouring from above Is not enough To quench the fire Of burning Earth Meteor slams into the planet Polar ice caps melt Heat blast from a nuclear bomb Fries the east… Phoenix will not rise from these ashes How did this come to pass Through SIN and WICKEDNESSSS!!! The preacher man screams! You have awakened A sleeping EVIL!!!! Now your soul Is cursed by DOOM!!!! The awful preacher fades As sun spills through the shades It was all a crazy dream… But in the other room I hear her start to scream. I go in there to see What exactly was the matter She's in front of the TV And through all the crazy chatter She looks up at me with those Baby blues… I asked her what's wrong and all she could say was… "Have you seen the news…." 15:00 - 7 Comments - 14 Kudos - Add Comment Thursday, September 25, 2008 "Ink River Blues" By Miss Ness and Rik... Category: Writing and Poetry Slow groove music Plays on the old radio Ol' bones go from Warm to cold as… I flip the pages of rhyme The ones hidden in my mind And I'm taken back To a different time... Lazy days on the hazy Ink River, twistin and turnin While I was learnin' Hard lessons Ones that would eventually become My blues... Blues so inevitable its shade of pain I cannot describe While my pen bleeds in ink equivalent to the tears falling down my eyes I cannot help but sigh As this soulful melody clinches past memories in my mind Sad days drowning away in the present moment of rhyme Cannot help but kick back Relax And sip this...wine of elegance For it... is my remedy Let me, kick back Allow this music to mellow me Out Down… Oh, lord I may be down Like I was when My soul floated south And the words came Fallin', fallin'...from my mouth Out on the page, away from rage Into a steady stream Of blue, blue, blues... Fallin' like rain on my shoes In the form of lyrical Pain... The sweet rain Of lost love and lovers... The thunderous sounds of opposites attracting Winds maneuvering so quick its grabbing Every heart beat pacing so loud but it need not know... What to do These words keep slamming and crashing Thinking about the one and only... "You" ...Over there And here I stand... Face saturating the rain allowing it to cleanse my pain My eyes flicker in verses, Morse code translation? I'm going insane! Lord, I beg of you to hold me tight while, of my rhymes I cant... I just cannot let go My blues Are all I have left ...to hold My blues Keep me warm When those long nights On the Ink River get so cold… My blue, blue, blues They…wrap their thin arms around me Like you used to do- Hold me close, and with a kiss Before this…beautiful, blessed sadness I sailed, on my tattered raft Made of all that was left of you My sweet, bittersweet memory Of how I failed you So I sail, I sail… Down that old Ink River… My blues are the only thing that allow me to realize the tainted glow now foreshadowing your eyes My blues flow in the ink river so deep Carrying along mirages of a love we used to keep Sailing along the lines which kept connected you and I I guess the only way I'll "forget" is to keep flowing along in rhyme Everything will be alright ...In due time       Currently listening : Father of the Delta Blues: The Complete 1965 Sessions By Son House Release date: 1992-06-30 00:49 - 31 Comments - 34 Kudos - Add Comment Sunday, September 21, 2008 "The Revolution Has Begun" Harsh Words Spoken Here Category: Writing and Poetry Welcome to the insurgency Self imposed state of Dire emergency… The time for revolution is now… Dirty angel with a flaming sword Brought into this time Somehow By the angry Gods of war You've turned your back You've walked away Now it's here to stay And all we can say Is… No peace, no more   What's in store for your future You can use the wire Suture your life back together Regain Bits and pieces Remain Covered in blood and leeches The pain Is all that surrounds you Blood rain Will eventually drown you…   The disease spreads From the heads of state While we the people Procrastinate Postulate…posthumously awarding medals While the White House Backpedals… Heads spin while the gears slow Machine in a state of disrepair And where Are our leaders? Sucking up money From the bloody oil company   Pandemic pandemonium The streets of DC Run red We line the halls of power With the walls Of the bodies of the dead… Head of state Not brought to justice They pump dead dollars into wall street With cries of "Trust us…" One hand in our pocket While the other Drips with the blood of my brothers   Where is the revolution? The one you claim With words of blame I'm damned ashamed of this game We huff and puff about how things Will never be the same We've been tamed… By the terror that came And staked its claim On our precious freedom… Those stars and stripes? I no longer see them As a banner of peace As I kick down the door Sweep the room The overwhelming sense of doom Is overpowering I see Lady Liberty Cowering in a corner Dress and headdress Ripped and torn… Raped, man Raped…   In the end fingers get pointed We the people are taunted and Haunted by the vaunted leaders of the free world And where's the fucking revolutionaries Is this situation too scary?   Dr. King rallied the people to his side To battle the injustice of his time Skinheads will band together screaming "White Power and Pride" Why can't we all get on the same page I'm filled with anger and rage At the people who stand on stage Talkin' about change As if it's foreign or strange Vocabulary the common man can't understand Or even comprehend… My friend Where's the revolution? Has the pollution Of the human race Caused us to be content in this place? Will we remain silent Just to save face Sit by and have the child molestin' priests Pray for Gods grace Or will there be A revoluiton?   Ask me on your Little form in a warm way "What color are you?" And expect me to say I am I…and my color is the color Of a Human One who refuses to lay down and die… What's my race? My race is Human, and it refuses To hide its face Or cower in the place The people who only Recognize the color green With greed in their eyes… Will we all Lay down and die? Or will the revolution Be televised… It's time people It's time To rise As one... The revolution has begun. 14:55 - 21 Comments - 28 Kudos - Add Comment Saturday, September 20, 2008 "From a Father, To His Daughter" For Mel Category: Writing and Poetry I realize with tear filled eyes That on my quest to be whole I sold my soul…I sold it long ago I sold it for you, yet I didn't know then How or why…I was just a kid At 16, I didn't know what it could mean To love someone so much… What I knew then was that I was giving away my heart Part by part for lies disguised As kisses, all wrapped up in false " I love yous" I sold it for a chance at bein' a man And fell short, became the sort Of thing I never could understand At 16 I was livin' in a dream world I thought I knew what I was doin' But I was just beginning to screw things up Choices made in response to the voices The ones that surrounded me with Lies instead of light Wrong instead of right The birth of the darkness within With no mirror of guidance Or the eyes of a father looking on in pride I continued to decide on my own Which way I would go…a path That would eventually lead to you… My first real love, the love A father as for his child There is so much truth you need to know But not now the time will come… But I remember you As a baby Dancing' around in your diaper And laughin' like crazy Time spent with books and that Cute little look you used to give… We were down on our luck We would take bread to the lake On my day off, and feed the ducks And if I had a few bucks, you know We'd go to the movies We sat and watched "The Crow" I remember you in my lap Looking up at the screen in rapt attention Munching popcorn and watching Sarah skate through the rain… These are the moments etched in my brain Before the voices came, and new choices were made I was afraid… I was still a scared boy then Wearin' the skin of a man… There were things within I just didn't understand… You were born after the war And I couldn't take any more I was on a downward slide And I withdrew Behind walls built inside And though you don't know Your father went insane The pain of being was too much to bear But this is not now… Here and now This is my wish Just for you… At 16 for you to be Everything I could have been And all that I am not… My wish is for you to love and laugh Not to follow that path… The one I followed…and my mother before me You see… If it wasn't for a girl of 16 Giving birth to me You wouldn't be here You…and…me Would not be… I would never have known That love that a father Has for his firstborn His daughter… Even though it's not much now Maybe someday Somehow… You can break that cycle That circle, the family curse For I never knew my father And your grandmother She didn't bother to know hers And those reasons are her own Without a father Is such an alone place I know the feeling well… What I want to say Is that I love you So from a father To his daughter… I hope 16 is the best it can be Melanie…grow to be better Than your father could be. Remember, Mel... I love you always, my first my most special. 17:31 - 16 Comments - 22 Kudos - Add Comment Tuesday, September 16, 2008 "Immortal...I Shall Remain" Category: Writing and Poetry I have bled I