Thursday, February 12, 2015

adherent

Adherent
7-5-09


Adherent therefore I adhere
Fearful therefore I might fear
Such a fool I am to worry like I do
As an adult I say who am I
As a child I said who are you
Needs to be met but I can't help
A bear so is bereaved of her whelp
Adherent therefore I adhere
Magic is the helm by which I steer
Still we take up our spear
Our javelin and our lance
When the voice inside
Tries to tell us it's the last chance...
















Burnt out On The Vegetable
7-5-09


If what you have to live for
Is what you left behind
Then what is here
And what is now
And what becomes of ones mind
Burnt out on the asparagus
And the brussel sprout
The taste I used to hate
Before my lot, my hap, my fate
Some pray for their neighbors to find their keys
When they know not where are their own
I can paint a smile on my face for so long
Before my heart returns to stone....






















Turn Off The Gloom And Doom
7-5-09


It is human to say
My problems are worse
It is easy to confess
To be under the curse
I lack the education of the old school
But I know better in that it's not about being cool
A man must lie as sure as he must die
Not ashamed to confess
That he's living a lie
Seems that my past is my prized possession
And to state that such is true
Will be my brave confession....




















The Prejudice Remains
7-5-09


A man can get sick
Yet he is not gone
Taking up the language of the click, click
Still he says he'll walk until the light of dawn
All by faith
So I say I'm satisfied
He says he has it together
But once more he lied
Can't expect a child to understand
The things that are written on his left hand
Left or right, so make your choice
Taking a risk to drive around ones Rolls Royce...












Dreams Of The Bannanna Republic
7-5-09


Once I had an idea and a clue
But such I forgot
When I tried listening to you
K.H.Y. still appears on the veins of my left hand
God cannot expect me to understand
Drink inspires ones judgment
To be a role model to he that follows
Born with a pen in ones hand
Is the philosophy that the amateur poet swallows
Seems that zero does not exist
Compared to the eternity
Of one willing to enlist...










Biting Stage
7-5-09


The word is taken away
Before it is spoken
Damn the mirage
As it seems to be the token
The kryptonite comes in the form of doubt
As one goes to a dinner to order up the broiled trout
Ignorance is bliss and bliss is peace
As we are told to persist and to not cease
If we give up our life today
Then what will yet come
As the gamble is the chance we take
By the beating of the drum....





























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