Waiting for Godot
Hurry up and wait
Better to wait then not to go.
Or, is not going better?
Stay here, and wait for the clock to tick.
Waiting for the baysitter to come
An evening away from the kinderlacht.
I'll hurry up and pray
Pray that all is well.
Time to Go? Already?
But I was having so much fun with you.
To be continued…
Later..
Showing posts with label moods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moods. Show all posts
Friday, March 30, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Wed 28-Mar-07: Cat-tas-trophe
Background:
In 2005, I wrote 365 poems, one per day after hearing Suzanne Lori-Parks tell how she wrote one play a day for the previous year. Mine? Some catty, some political...
Cat-as-trophe
That darned cat. No hat on this cat.
What did he do? What didn't he see?
Amazing he is, so frustrating for me.
A small situation, a pile of trouble.
Such a nice day for a pile of rubble.
Oh that cat, what a Cat-as-trophe.
It didn’t start out that bad.
Not one whit of trouble this morn.
Oh the trouble he's borne.
You see my fish, do you not?
No? Just look in his belly, right behind that chair.
The evidence is sitting in there!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Mon 26-Mar-07: Just do it
Just do it
Too Tired? Just do it.
Too little time? Stop the clock.
Too much lip? Shut the mouth.
Too little help? Stop giving in.
Move it now
Seize the day
Time waits for no one
We all wait for the right one.
Still want it bad? Just do it!
Can't wait for the right time?
Maybe you're not sure.
Go ahead. Do it now!
Too Tired? Just do it.
Too little time? Stop the clock.
Too much lip? Shut the mouth.
Too little help? Stop giving in.
Move it now
Seize the day
Time waits for no one
We all wait for the right one.
Still want it bad? Just do it!
Can't wait for the right time?
Maybe you're not sure.
Go ahead. Do it now!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Thu 22-Mar-07: Limerick (2)
Said the guy to his gal, spring is here.
Said she, let's go and celebrate dear!
come down and meet me for lunch
It'll be warm, I've a hunch,
and we can have a bagel with a shmear!
Said she, let's go and celebrate dear!
come down and meet me for lunch
It'll be warm, I've a hunch,
and we can have a bagel with a shmear!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Sat 17-Mar-07: Kick me, Kick me
Kick me, Kick me
Did someone just paste
A sign saying, kick-me on my back?
Discomfort, as usual
The beast, again is unleashed.
Discussions over breakfast
About politics, government, and lawyers
Swiftly give way to violence
When career advice is given
Blissful silence follows
At least I can write
While my body relaxes
And stops shuddering at its plight.
Did someone just paste
A sign saying, kick-me on my back?
Discomfort, as usual
The beast, again is unleashed.
Discussions over breakfast
About politics, government, and lawyers
Swiftly give way to violence
When career advice is given
Blissful silence follows
At least I can write
While my body relaxes
And stops shuddering at its plight.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
One I Missed: 1/16/07 The Dead (a song for the dixie chicks)
I can't believe I forgot to post this. putting on the BLOG TOO
Anyone out there write music? I'd love to have this set to music, and wrote it that way!..
Tuesday 16-Jan-07: The Dead
The Dixie Chicks had it right
They were just too early for most of us
But they nailed it right on the head.
They saw how many of our boys and girls would soon be dead.
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
We're in a war, that'll last forever.
Started by a madman, worse then Pol-Pot.
A draft he denied, yet our kids will be in line.
To support our bases in the middle of Camp Iraqi in 2049
"W" smoked pot, and drove drunk,
Did coke, and ditched the draft
Yet military experience? he had none
Now we'll all pay for his bit of fun.
Country Music fans dumped on the Chicks,
Turns out they were all just a bunch of hicks. (pricks)
Now, three years later, the country's all agreed.
We're not gonna take it, now we're just peeved.
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
Water torture Cheney says is fine
Spying on citizens isn't a crime
Claims of Nine-Eleven not withstanding
You gotta wonder who last man will be standing.
Cheney, and Bush (43) need to get out now.
And maybe Pelosi (44) will pardon them somehow.
Before the UN War Crimes Tribunal locks the cell on their toes into Abu-Graves
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
Yes, citizens of our country
It's time for us to all agree.
We’re stuck inside this illegal war
But now how do we proceed, indeed.
Now our troops still need our help oh Lord.
They are far from home, and hardly bored.
They're stuck out there in harms way
Praying they'll survive yet another day.
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
Just how do you stop a war
That never should have come?
We broke it bad, now needs fixing
Idea: Let's send Paul Wolfowitz out to BAGDAD, with a AK-47.
The UN never approved the war,
and them Bush just ignored.
Now we need an Arab Army
Yet them, Bush STILL ignores.
Iran and North Korea now both have new nukes
And again he screws up diplomacy
And soon Iran he'll try and shoot.
Our fifteen year olds will have to know
A Draft for them is Real.
Three years in the army, or instead in cities big
Service will stink big time, but this time all is fair.
Anyone out there write music? I'd love to have this set to music, and wrote it that way!..
Tuesday 16-Jan-07: The Dead
The Dixie Chicks had it right
They were just too early for most of us
But they nailed it right on the head.
They saw how many of our boys and girls would soon be dead.
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
We're in a war, that'll last forever.
Started by a madman, worse then Pol-Pot.
A draft he denied, yet our kids will be in line.
To support our bases in the middle of Camp Iraqi in 2049
"W" smoked pot, and drove drunk,
Did coke, and ditched the draft
Yet military experience? he had none
Now we'll all pay for his bit of fun.
Country Music fans dumped on the Chicks,
Turns out they were all just a bunch of hicks. (pricks)
Now, three years later, the country's all agreed.
We're not gonna take it, now we're just peeved.
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
Water torture Cheney says is fine
Spying on citizens isn't a crime
Claims of Nine-Eleven not withstanding
You gotta wonder who last man will be standing.
Cheney, and Bush (43) need to get out now.
And maybe Pelosi (44) will pardon them somehow.
Before the UN War Crimes Tribunal locks the cell on their toes into Abu-Graves
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
Yes, citizens of our country
It's time for us to all agree.
We’re stuck inside this illegal war
But now how do we proceed, indeed.
Now our troops still need our help oh Lord.
They are far from home, and hardly bored.
They're stuck out there in harms way
Praying they'll survive yet another day.
Chorus:
It's just time to restore our country
We've just removed the blindfolds,
And we see the blood, and all the gore,
and what's left of our democracy
Swallowed by the shadows of so-called, "presidential authority"
Just how do you stop a war
That never should have come?
We broke it bad, now needs fixing
Idea: Let's send Paul Wolfowitz out to BAGDAD, with a AK-47.
The UN never approved the war,
and them Bush just ignored.
Now we need an Arab Army
Yet them, Bush STILL ignores.
Iran and North Korea now both have new nukes
And again he screws up diplomacy
And soon Iran he'll try and shoot.
Our fifteen year olds will have to know
A Draft for them is Real.
Three years in the army, or instead in cities big
Service will stink big time, but this time all is fair.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sun 11-Mar-07: Ode to Joy
Ode to Joy
This is written to the one I love,
This is for the one whose days I share.
Once upon a time, I was too stupid to know
What I needed to do, what was needed to show.
But over the years, you've taught me
How to see; and how to be.
What can I say that can help ease the pain
of growing another year wiser, yet ever still older.
Except to say, that through the years, you can still
Laugh and giggle at me and say "you're still older then me, hee hee".
Interestingly, are recent contents of our home's mailbox
Seems now, we're listed as interested in retirement property.
Our kids? One's gone and older then dirt at twenty-two.
The other? We want to sell, dirt cheap!
'tis never-ending tsuris and pain
But together, we've been able to avoid the rain.
Is it time to quit?
Or are we just so old, that we have to stop, and sit?
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,
From an Old fool, to my happy dearest.
This is written to the one I love,
This is for the one whose days I share.
Once upon a time, I was too stupid to know
What I needed to do, what was needed to show.
But over the years, you've taught me
How to see; and how to be.
What can I say that can help ease the pain
of growing another year wiser, yet ever still older.
Except to say, that through the years, you can still
Laugh and giggle at me and say "you're still older then me, hee hee".
Interestingly, are recent contents of our home's mailbox
Seems now, we're listed as interested in retirement property.
Our kids? One's gone and older then dirt at twenty-two.
The other? We want to sell, dirt cheap!
'tis never-ending tsuris and pain
But together, we've been able to avoid the rain.
Is it time to quit?
Or are we just so old, that we have to stop, and sit?
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you,
From an Old fool, to my happy dearest.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Sat 10-Mar-07: I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
And nothing’s got plenty of me.
Oh, I have plenty of trouble
And trouble’s my other name.
Oh, I’ve got lots of sunshine
But the snow here’s got me in a big frown.
Oh I have plenty of children
Thou my children have too much of me.
I have lots of computers
And sometimes they just pnn me!
I have way too much free time
But my free time is over for me.
I have way too much work now,
But work is too much for me.
I’ve got plenty o’ nothing
And nothing’s got plenty of me.
Oh, I have plenty of trouble
And trouble’s my other name.
Oh, I’ve got lots of sunshine
But the snow here’s got me in a big frown.
Oh I have plenty of children
Thou my children have too much of me.
I have lots of computers
And sometimes they just pnn me!
I have way too much free time
But my free time is over for me.
I have way too much work now,
But work is too much for me.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Fri 02-Mar-07: Stubborn IS
Stubborn IS
(hummed to the tune of I am the walrus [Lennon/McCarthy])
Stubborn is as stubborn does
Unlike Forrest Gump, stubborn sucks.
Stubborn people just don't get it.
Stubborn people versus other people seems to say:
I am me and we are me and I am all together
You are wrong, and I am right and I don’t care what you say.
'Cause I wont listen. Won't Listen.
Can't Listen. No Control.
So argue all you want but my mind's totally closed.
It's fruitless.
You may be my boss or teacher, but I just don't care.
I'm stubborn.
You may want to compromise
But I still will say never.
Why would I compromise? I am always right.
Even if you're in charge, I am never wrong.
I cannot admit defeat, compromises never possible.
Doesn't matter how painful, I will never give in.
Even if I'm wrong, I just cannot admit it.
I push myself into a corner, paint myself into it.
Once I am cornered, watch out for my temper.
I realize I'm out of control, but I just can't stop it.
So if you back off now, I will eventually give in
But damned if you push it, it will start all over.
So just let me do this quietly, and calmly
Later on, I may even apologize.
(hummed to the tune of I am the walrus [Lennon/McCarthy])
Stubborn is as stubborn does
Unlike Forrest Gump, stubborn sucks.
Stubborn people just don't get it.
Stubborn people versus other people seems to say:
I am me and we are me and I am all together
You are wrong, and I am right and I don’t care what you say.
'Cause I wont listen. Won't Listen.
Can't Listen. No Control.
So argue all you want but my mind's totally closed.
It's fruitless.
You may be my boss or teacher, but I just don't care.
I'm stubborn.
You may want to compromise
But I still will say never.
Why would I compromise? I am always right.
Even if you're in charge, I am never wrong.
I cannot admit defeat, compromises never possible.
Doesn't matter how painful, I will never give in.
Even if I'm wrong, I just cannot admit it.
I push myself into a corner, paint myself into it.
Once I am cornered, watch out for my temper.
I realize I'm out of control, but I just can't stop it.
So if you back off now, I will eventually give in
But damned if you push it, it will start all over.
So just let me do this quietly, and calmly
Later on, I may even apologize.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Thu 01-Mar-07: Time is Short
Time is Short
Tempis Fugit. Time flies.
Our inner child wants to soar.
But the world around us just roars and roars.
We rush, rush, rush, when growing up.
Then we wish, wish, wish, could just stop the clock
But time goes so slow, when you're just so.
Childhood sucks when you're growing up
When do they become the good 'ole days?
How do we define what was swell?
My days grow slightly shorter
My wishes grow longer and longer
My lofe continues to be fuller.
Time keeps on slipping, into the future.
Tempis fugit. Forever and ever.
Time is Precious. Forever.
Tempis Fugit. Time flies.
Our inner child wants to soar.
But the world around us just roars and roars.
We rush, rush, rush, when growing up.
Then we wish, wish, wish, could just stop the clock
But time goes so slow, when you're just so.
Childhood sucks when you're growing up
When do they become the good 'ole days?
How do we define what was swell?
My days grow slightly shorter
My wishes grow longer and longer
My lofe continues to be fuller.
Time keeps on slipping, into the future.
Tempis fugit. Forever and ever.
Time is Precious. Forever.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Mon 26-Feb-07: College Calls
College Calls
Campus calls
The College Campus
A busy cacophony.
A guy with some books
Hunkered down in the library
Dazing and Dozing through stacks of fat factoids.
His brain cramped to the max
No more room for a datum
His grade will depend on what's left on the inside.
The girl walks on by
But he doesn’t even see her
Intense concentration has made him forget.
She sighs and comes back
For another trip round 'gain.
Her skirt, by her thighs, tight and dark brown.
Her lips, blue and bright
Just like her wide eyes
Start to open and emit a small sound.
He looks up, finally smiles and kisses her hello
Her eyes glimmer brightly, then a frown overtakes her.
Tomorrow, I promise, I'll be through, I promise you.
Slowly, she walks, back to her dorm room
Alone, for tonight, but not really alone.
Tomorrow, her honey, is done with the term.
Campus calls
The College Campus
A busy cacophony.
A guy with some books
Hunkered down in the library
Dazing and Dozing through stacks of fat factoids.
His brain cramped to the max
No more room for a datum
His grade will depend on what's left on the inside.
The girl walks on by
But he doesn’t even see her
Intense concentration has made him forget.
She sighs and comes back
For another trip round 'gain.
Her skirt, by her thighs, tight and dark brown.
Her lips, blue and bright
Just like her wide eyes
Start to open and emit a small sound.
He looks up, finally smiles and kisses her hello
Her eyes glimmer brightly, then a frown overtakes her.
Tomorrow, I promise, I'll be through, I promise you.
Slowly, she walks, back to her dorm room
Alone, for tonight, but not really alone.
Tomorrow, her honey, is done with the term.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Sun 25-Feb-07: Sighs of Life
Sighs of Life
Sighs of life are vivid.
Technicolor sighs show red.
Breathing is a bright blue
And waiting is simply green
Life can be described in colors
As we write and writhe our way through the day.
Anger is red
Peaceful is blue.
Happy is Rainbow
And kids are just green.
Once brought into our world
Till they leave our homes sure.
Colors circle our lifes
And tint all of our views.
It's our choices
That make who we are.
To look sad, with sepia tinge.
Is not the way we should strive.
Alive and aloud with a pinkish dyed hue.
We need to live life full, to have a good eternal view.
(reader question: Are the colors actually DISTRACTING from the poem? Please leave a comment anyway, whether you like or hate a poem!
thanks again,
Sighs of life are vivid.
Technicolor sighs show red.
Breathing is a bright blue
And waiting is simply green
Life can be described in colors
As we write and writhe our way through the day.
Anger is red
Peaceful is blue.
Happy is Rainbow
And kids are just green.
Once brought into our world
Till they leave our homes sure.
Colors circle our lifes
And tint all of our views.
It's our choices
That make who we are.
To look sad, with sepia tinge.
Is not the way we should strive.
Alive and aloud with a pinkish dyed hue.
We need to live life full, to have a good eternal view.
(reader question: Are the colors actually DISTRACTING from the poem? Please leave a comment anyway, whether you like or hate a poem!
thanks again,
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Wed 21-Feb-07: A Night in Bagdad
A Night in Bagdad
Evening comes. We're up, ready to rock.
Tonight, we roll, into the city, avoiding IED's.
Armor we don, praying we'll take it off ourselves, later.
The enemy we seek we call are called insurgents.
Our loved ones flash before our eyes and thoughts
Their love and hope to see them again, rule our mission.
Load up, check the HumVee's packing list
As we go to a place we'd rather miss.
Down the road so far from the base,
Take out the target, back, the rest to case.
Success tonight, no fire, no shots at all.
Meantime we live again, to chat, surf and call.
Evening comes. We're up, ready to rock.
Tonight, we roll, into the city, avoiding IED's.
Armor we don, praying we'll take it off ourselves, later.
The enemy we seek we call are called insurgents.
Our loved ones flash before our eyes and thoughts
Their love and hope to see them again, rule our mission.
Load up, check the HumVee's packing list
As we go to a place we'd rather miss.
Down the road so far from the base,
Take out the target, back, the rest to case.
Success tonight, no fire, no shots at all.
Meantime we live again, to chat, surf and call.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
TUE 20-Feb-07: Silent Night
Silent Night
Silent Night.
Tired Night.
All is calm.
Peace has come.
Give peace a chance.
Why would you want to kill innocent civilians?
Why do you want to destroy society?
Is your brand of terror fair to others?
It's impossible to have seen
What would come from the simple bombing of a Bus.
Now to blowing up trucks filled with Chlorine gas.
To destroy absolutely more and cause more damage…
Silent Night.
Tired Night.
All is calm.
Peace has come.
Give peace a chance.
Why would you want to kill innocent civilians?
Why do you want to destroy society?
Is your brand of terror fair to others?
It's impossible to have seen
What would come from the simple bombing of a Bus.
Now to blowing up trucks filled with Chlorine gas.
To destroy absolutely more and cause more damage…
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Sun 18-Feb-07: Cacophony
Cacophony
Loud. Noise. Obnoxious Toys.
Flashing lights, noise till night.
How do the employees stand it?
Just crazy enough to confound everything.
An indoor arcade. High tech escapades.
A place for kids. A place that's alive.
A quiet escape? Not in this lifetime.
I must be getting old. Once it was a mecca,
Now, tis simply another distraction.
And, most amazingly, I wonder how I spent
almost a year of weekends here.
Planning and writing a business plan
checking my laptop, verifying the plans.
I' guess I've had my lifetime's fill
For Chuck-E-Cheese's pandemonium.
Loud. Noise. Obnoxious Toys.
Flashing lights, noise till night.
How do the employees stand it?
Just crazy enough to confound everything.
An indoor arcade. High tech escapades.
A place for kids. A place that's alive.
A quiet escape? Not in this lifetime.
I must be getting old. Once it was a mecca,
Now, tis simply another distraction.
And, most amazingly, I wonder how I spent
almost a year of weekends here.
Planning and writing a business plan
checking my laptop, verifying the plans.
I' guess I've had my lifetime's fill
For Chuck-E-Cheese's pandemonium.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Sat 17-Feb-07: Insomnia Rules
Insomnia Rules
Sleep.
Is it needed?
Rest.
Can you rest instead?
Falling.
Tired, yet not quite dead.
Calling.
Mr. Sandman wants to visit.
Arguing.
No. I'm not ready yet.
Fussing.
I just turned on my laptop.
Acceptance.
I am owned. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Sleep.
Is it needed?
Rest.
Can you rest instead?
Falling.
Tired, yet not quite dead.
Calling.
Mr. Sandman wants to visit.
Arguing.
No. I'm not ready yet.
Fussing.
I just turned on my laptop.
Acceptance.
I am owned. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Thu 15-Feb-07: Unrepentant Anger
Thu 15-Feb-07: Unrepentant Anger
The Blood boils.
The bile starts its trip up the digestive system
Anger rears its disgusting head.
Along the way, the hands start to fly.
The Mouth starts to spew vermin
The body reaches out, and starts to attack.
Innocent sheep are tortured
Terrible incidents of cruelty are threatened.
And then…..
Calmness returns.
And blissful Silence.
While one surveys the devastated landscape
The Blood boils.
The bile starts its trip up the digestive system
Anger rears its disgusting head.
Along the way, the hands start to fly.
The Mouth starts to spew vermin
The body reaches out, and starts to attack.
Innocent sheep are tortured
Terrible incidents of cruelty are threatened.
And then…..
Calmness returns.
And blissful Silence.
While one surveys the devastated landscape
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Wed 14-Feb-07: Love Stinks
Love Stinks
***See Lyrics at end: LOVE STINKS: J. Geils Band
You see her.
She sees you.
You love her
She may love you.
If you're lucky in love
It may last forever.
If not….Love Stinks…
- -
LOVE STINKS: J. Geils Band
J. Geils Band
You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
***See Lyrics at end: LOVE STINKS: J. Geils Band
You see her.
She sees you.
You love her
She may love you.
If you're lucky in love
It may last forever.
If not….Love Stinks…
- -
LOVE STINKS: J. Geils Band
J. Geils Band
You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Sun 11-Feb-07: Helplessly Hoping
Helplessly Hoping
(My apologies to Crosby Stills, Nash and Young for killing their fine lyrics.) see: htt://www.tsrocks.com/c/crosby_stills_nash_young_texts/helplessly_hoping.html
Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers, nearby
Awaiting a word.
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
at the empty place inside
Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers, saying
She's in pai-in
And choking from the cramps.
Every month passes, the same set of pains,
Endless torture tearing out insides.
Useless remnants of when we were younger, still linger
Causing us this pain.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he wonders
Is there anything else I can do?
(My apologies to Crosby Stills, Nash and Young for killing their fine lyrics.) see: htt://www.tsrocks.com/c/crosby_stills_nash_young_texts/helplessly_hoping.html
Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers, nearby
Awaiting a word.
Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and wonders
at the empty place inside
Love isn't lying its loose in a lady who lingers, saying
She's in pai-in
And choking from the cramps.
Every month passes, the same set of pains,
Endless torture tearing out insides.
Useless remnants of when we were younger, still linger
Causing us this pain.
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams he wonders
Is there anything else I can do?
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Thu 08-Feb-07: Better Living through Chemistry
Better Living through Chemistry
My family's motto is old and yet noble.
Developed as a commercial in the 1960's.
A jingle, an ad, your future will be better.
Little did they know how much more would be said.
It seems a bit ironic, a health food family,
Has deep rooted clinical depression
It comes from our parents' genes.
Innocent we were thru childhood.
But now we know, what it means.
We help, and medicate our children,
Us too, we take the meds all,
Between us all, we support the chemist.
Whether tis good, or just ignorant,
We want the best for our kids.
Ten years now, since we found out,
Needed meds, did we all.
Chemical dependence sucks too, big time.
But without the meds, life sucks even more!
My family's motto is old and yet noble.
Developed as a commercial in the 1960's.
A jingle, an ad, your future will be better.
Little did they know how much more would be said.
It seems a bit ironic, a health food family,
Has deep rooted clinical depression
It comes from our parents' genes.
Innocent we were thru childhood.
But now we know, what it means.
We help, and medicate our children,
Us too, we take the meds all,
Between us all, we support the chemist.
Whether tis good, or just ignorant,
We want the best for our kids.
Ten years now, since we found out,
Needed meds, did we all.
Chemical dependence sucks too, big time.
But without the meds, life sucks even more!
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