Same ol’, same ol’. – poem

Same old dance.
To the same old song.
Keep swinging.
Like there’s nothing wrong.
Refuse to believe.
The party could end.
The smiles may fade.
As reality sinks in.

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rant 2

Doomed. Are we? Can’t even pretend to get along. Constant name-calling. Everyone screaming,  yet not listening. Uninterested in reality. Unhelpful madness. Incredibly boring. And worst of all, the inability to change.

yep – short

Out of darkness comes light.
But remember, light can burn.
Pop those shades on, forget who they are.
Lay back and watch the suckers fry.

rant

We are alone. Wandering about our existence. Purpose, some find it. Others search their entire life, and nothing. Nothing. That’s what we are. That’s what we are worth. Forgotten as time chugs on.

Learning – Short Poem

What is wrong?

What is right?

You can alter the suns rays.

But you can’t add the sun to night.

Pulling on strings.

Turning a blind eye.

Learning a lesson.

Learning to try.

Don’t Leave Me(finished) – poem/lyrics

Think I’ve finished this one now.

Too many locked doors.
Too many locked rooms.
Couldn’t mask the smell.
Desperation leaking through.
In the hall is so much light.
Crystal clear and bright.
Couldn’t hide the face.
Or trouble in our eyes.

No words need to be said.
You can sense the dread.
Honey let me in.
You’re the best I’m gonna get.

On my face a smile.
On yours in a while.
Skip the deliberations.
On with the trial.
I’ll make you love me.
Soon you’ll see.
Open your body.
And in I’ll seep.

Throw yourself into a safe bed.
My hands will cradle your head.
Just let me in.
I’m the best your gonna get.

Both know it’s true.
I’m the one who understands you.
Lock everyone else out.
All mine to use.
Sick of my smell?
Too afraid to tell.
All this indecision.
Drained your wishing well.

No words need to be said.
Living with dread.
Honey let me in.
You’re the best I’m gonna get.
Honey let me in.
I’m the best you can get.

Don’t Leave Me – poem

I don’t feel this one’s finished, but wanted to post it anyway. Been going through some writers block lately so it’s a little different.

Too many locked doors.
Too many locked rooms.
Couldn’t mask the smell.
Desperation leaking through.
In the hall is so much light.
Crystal clear and bright.
Couldn’t hide our face.
Or trouble in our eyes.

No words need to be said.
You can sense the dread.
Oh honey let me in.
You’re the best I’m gonna get.

On my face a smile.
On yours in a while.
Skip the deliberations.
On with the trial.
I’ll make you love me.
Soon you’ll see.
Open your body and soul.
And in I’ll seep.

Throw yourself into a safe bed.
My hands will cradle your head.
Just let me in.
I’m the best your gonna get.

Go To Sleep – poem/lyrics

This is a new one I’ve been working on

Grown too old.
So mean.
Hate the earth and stars.
Everything in between.
Angry, bitter.
Left to wallow in misery.
Please please please.
Put me to sleep.

Where is the love?
How about that peace?
Ammo for all.
Sure builds a community.
Fighting fire with flames.
All on a losing team.
Please please please.
Put me to sleep.

Repeated offences.
Generational bickering.
Ignored forgotten pasts.
Or selective memory.
Not a single new event.
More people listening.
Please please please.
Put me to sleep.

Cast away from the herd.
Didn’t feel like playing.
Off in my own world.
Learning and thinking.
All the pieces fit.
Doomed from the beginning.
Please please please.
Put me to sleep

Why superheroes short rant

What’s the deal with all these superhero movies? Hasn’t Hollywood used this genre enough? Is it just me?

Out of ideas? Afraid of new ideas? Maybe audiences still love them, as they continue to make massive amounts of money.

Then again, what do I know.

Little Black Box – poem

I’m waiting outside the store.
In a crowded line of 50 or more.
Nervous and anxious.
My hands are shaking.
Desperate for the clock to skip forward.

Five minutes pass, and so does an hour.
People come and go, but I’m not any closer.                                                                  Anticipation is killing us.
The lines not thrilling us.
We wait a little longer.

Restless, and the chants are louder and louder.
Lights blink on, as we get angrier.
Begging for an update.
Disappointed by what they don’t say.
The time is drawing nearer.

We go wild, as a shadow stands by the doors.
They swing open, and in we all pour.
Out on the left in on the right.
Ecstatic, we made it inside.
Half the boxes are gone, they swear there is more.

A little black box, is what we’re mad for.
Won’t solve our problems, but it might make more.
Another fool in this line.
Wasting my time.
Little black box distract me from this cruel world.