Riptide
The tides are not predictable,
they can shift at any moment
and take you under with a rip,
slipping into places unknown to
yourself,
or others...
It took me to a cave,
I hid there well,
without knowledge of my
friends, family, foes..
I sat there for days,
contemplating the tides
that took me to this hidden
sanctuary of solitude and seclusion.
Maybe one day the tides will calm,
and I will emerge,
swimming slowly, steadily, towards normalcy.
Tiger Beetle
While life passes by
like the blur outside of a car window
sometimes I must stop
and gather myself
like a tiger beetle
who after each short burst
must regain its orientation,
a sense of its surroundings
because it cannot see
while moving at such speeds.
The Idiot Box
Beneath its glass face
I see no reflection.
None that I
Can recognize.
It's good for a laugh,
A temporary fix,
But its cool glass face
Shows no reflection.
It shows me what
I should look like
And sells, and sells,
As we sit, basking
In it's soothing glow,
Our brains being bleached
By big business broadcasts.
Crossroads
Lord I'm at the crossroads*
With my guitar in hand,
Lord I'm at the crossroads
With my guitar in hand,
Answer my prayers
And make me a better man.
Well I'm no lord but
Your problems I can remedy,
Well I'm no lord but
Your problems I can remedy,
I can give you what you want
Just let your spirit follow me.
Angel of darkness
Make my wish come true,
Oh, angel of darkness
Make my wish come true,
My spirit you can have
If you can help me sing the blues.
Your wish be granted
Now play that guitar well,
Oh, your wish be granted
Now play that guitar well,
I'll see you real soon boy
When you join your soul in hell.
To January
You bring with your shy ways,
A cold, wry, sharpness,
Witty in the way that you
Tease and play with those
Who are held within the
Confines of your cold spell.
You toy with those addicted to nicotine,
Making them suffer in order to puff
That cigarette and get their fix.
It seems that you give them
An urgency, like chipmunks
Gathering all the acorns they can
Before they freeze in the breeze.
You bring herds of people
To the gym, where they
Strap themselves to machines
With a renewed vigor
Where the weights rise
And then fall, like the ball
That caused their sudden,
But annual change of attitude.
It
I Loke You Too
There is a stage in any relationship
where, you aren't sure if you love a person,
but you LIKE this person, very much.
You want to be careful,
a little afraid that breaking out
the big guns too early
will scare this person away.
But what are you supposed to say?
"I liiiiiiiike you?"
following the utterance by saying
P.S. "like" was in all caps the way I meant it.
Or you could say
"I really really like you?"
but it doesn't have the effect,
the feeling of infatuation that you
want to get across
with the emotions
one is trying to convey.
This is the loke stage,
between like and love.
When people loke ea
Rainy Days
In Athens on a rainy day,
people walk, shielded,
shoes squishing
with each soggy step.
The sky is grey,
clouds rise like bread
and heavy raindrops
assault the earth with
never-ending beats.
I hear the steady
pit-patting of the rain
everywhere as it
lulls the world
saying, "Shhh..."
hushing the surroundings
so that it can steal the stage.
Then I see
all the umbrellas,
rows of them,
black and navy blue
swaying, from side
to side, in perfect unison
like flowers in a breeze.
Such beauty is only
temporary.
Eventually, the rain
will let up,
and I will be forced
to sit, waiting...
for another rai
Grandpapa
The rain falls down
disguising my tears
as rain drops drop
and those who fear, fear,
those who mourn, mourn,
torn, as skin is
by a crown of thorns.
The blackness of Spring
and the grayness of clouds
engulf life's life and
the silence is loud.
all I can hear,
is the spattering of tears.
I am numb with fear
and pain.
April, is asphalt
black, and cold from rain,
that falls down,
disguising my tears
as rain drops drop
and those who fear, fear,
those who mourn, mourn,
torn, as I am
by a face seen no more.
Rock N' Roll
I Love rock N' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock N' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me
-Joan Jett
Rock & Roll
Was slang for sex,
But what's sexy about
Media conglomerates
Turning the creators
Into castratos?
Copycats and copyrights
Are all I see made
In the music machine
These days.
Court cases covered
On MTV because
Today's 'rock stars'
Want more royalties.
I want to believe
That it was more pure
In its roots,
Straight from the soul,
But, Elvis
Liberty Sacrificed
I.
Fear:
"Al Qaeda…
Saddam…
Al Qaeda…
Saddam…
Terrorist…
Bomb…
Terrorist…
Bomb…"
Manipulation
Of fear,
The cold war,
But warm.
"Liberals…
Fags…
Liberals…
Fags…"
Fear of change
Drags American
Flags.
II.
Bible Study:
Rhetoric is rampant,
And a Two thousand
Year-old book still
Dictates our "democracy".
Gay marriage will one day
Cause Armageddon it seems
But conservative minds can
Rest in peace since the bible
Still has the power to legislate.
So much for the separation
Of church and state…
III.
All Hail the American Dollar:
Conservative
Corporate fears
Control the land,
Calling o
Confession
Believing in god
Is dangerous.
It causes wars,
And too much bloodshed.
I will be safe
And not believe.
I will be optimistic
And think that
I am not living
To appease
Some invisible entity.
If I am wrong
And there is a god,
Then he sure has a
Sick sense of humor.
Starving,
Sickening,
& Slaughtering
His own 'greatest creations!'
I would take my
Punishment
And suffer.
What does one more
Person suffering
Look like to this
'vengeful' god anyway?
I prefer not to view
Myself as a little,
Plastic army man,
Exploited, made to
Fight in God's name.
No thanks,
Believing
Is belittling
One's own life
Ding dong
"I've wasted so much time today."
So you say
As you try to tame
The fall of day--
Another cowboy,
Facing the western sky,
Cracking your whip
Against the orange-glow of sunset
Ding dong
You bind yourself
Grind yourself
To dust
And decry time
When it disobeys your will
Ding dong
Time is heedless,
Needless of surfeit--
Your shackles do not
Bind time
As they slip off of the
Hands on the wall.
Hands whose underlying gears were meant
To spring ahead
And to fall back
To surge on,
Relentless in progress
Neither forward nor back
Nor up or down
But singularly cyclical
As Spring will lead Fall
As Fall will br
Current Residence: Mahtomedi, Minnesota Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Indie Rock, but I like a wide range of music... Favourite style of art: Photography/Photomanipulation Operating System: Mac OSX MP3 player of choice: iPod... is there another kind of MP3 player? You must all conform!
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Monet
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American Beauty, Office Space, Ray, Walk the Line, many more...