Thursday, March 29, 2012

Desires never to die


Are historians happy? Do they write about Alexander the Great and Napoleon Bonaparte because they envy their fame and legendary greatness?

Writing, because they, one day, want to bless the pages of the books erected in future generations,
bless those pages with the stories of blood and death and sex and women and money - blood money, earned, every cent by the red-sweat drops from their ligament-taught sword-wielding warriors.

Sitting and sipping wine (only the sweetest), and eating croissants, awhile blowing a load of sperm into the mouth of now’s flavor of the week.

Always experiencing, tasting - a little of that, a little of this, much of now and as legend has it
never growing overweight or expending undue effort in their venture wrought with sexual intercourse, Zeusian intercourse, sampling and exploring their personal tastes in little boys, girls and the bloody marmalade that mother created on the table that “should be put into the refrigerator or you’ll be asking for it!”

When Napoleon’s man died, bleeding by the sword wound from the over-sexed Germanic man,
did the emperor become sexually aroused, did his penis move from flaccidity to erectness and did the nearest mouth suck him off until his off-white load exploded into that warm body’s mouth? Did he make them swallow?

Does the man of legend ever sleep and does his penis ever quit erection? Ever does he sleep alone and does the harem of ever available women take their carressive turns on his pronounced abdominal muscles and stroke the long shaft of his penis until the load (that generations would want to insert into their vaginas) is called forth.

Does that load make women weak with desire? Do they crumble to their knees and open wide to catch a drop of his liquid life?

Those thousands and millions of little lives that are wasted in the mouth of the whores and hookers who follow around the kings of the legend, the man that every man must one day become or die,
like the men on the battlefield, accepting muzzle blasts into their stomachs and swords in their hearts.
So the masters of their battle can receive glory and be elevated to the status of legend and immortality for their desires never to die.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Can the judicious man


Can the judicious man
Bring peace to the slighted
Instill in him stillness
Of acceptance and peace?

With the grip of the law
Guide those forgotten
To their promised land
Where finally may rest?

Can this man of power
Make others yet stronger
Make their lives better
Though their lacking of choice?

Can his decisions
Bring rightful happiness to all?
Does he have the power
To make others feel?

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Down the Road Again

Verse1
Never thought that this day would come
It seemed I would always stay
But somehow time brought the stone calendars down
The month and days always falling away
Now that it's here I know I haven’t changed
Can it truly be the time to act?
Don’t let me be forgotten this time my love
Baby, I don't want to leave you
-
But
-
Chorus
I'm gettin' down on the road again
Unpitching my edge-worn green tent
Though I may never see you again
God's making me change and repent

Verse2
Please dry your eyes and lift your chin
Babe, don't get sad here with me now
Since I'll be gone long-long ‘fore dawn
Let me love you and show you my smile
Though things will never again be the same
Let’s make the most of our time
God’s wakeful hand has dealt the cards
And I’ve been called from this town
-
'Cause
-
Chorus
I'm gettin' down on that road again
Unpitching my edge-worn green tent
Though I may never see you again
God's making me change and repent

Monday, March 19, 2012

Soldier with an expiration date

Long away in the dusts of May
Where humidity is a distant memory
Like the embrace of wife and son
Where man stands daily against eternity

The march of men haunts the brave
Their orders to approach the enemy
Guns in hand futile defense
For a bullet cannot end death

On the road, on the dead dust road
Where the men trudge free
Towards their end in enemy's home
This is for you soldie,
Soldier with an expiration date

Hoping for Hills


Chorus
Now that I’m goin' down-down girl
You know I'll keep it up the rest of the night
I'm goin' down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down-down girl
And you will never again reach that height

Verse1
‘Cause every single mountain crest
Seems to lead straight 'way up to the next,
When’s he gonna round the winding road’s bend
Will this weary traveler ever rest?
What happened to the masses to everyone else,
Have the other pilgrims lost their way?
No one else was able to keep on up
He’s the best there is and’s gonna stay

Verse2
While on his journey the split mountain shakes
God's hand has made a quake in no others' wake.
The rolling land quivers with tension's release
So the traveler's grip holds tight onto the sides of the crease
He keeps on singing and breathing and letting her know
That he'll make it on up and eventually show
The long-lost girl who never knew
That she deserved more than was promised to

Friday, March 16, 2012


Smooth as the rocky desert's red sand
With the sunset descending upon the rocks
Guitar in hand, he pleads with his Gods
Don't take me away it's too early to leave

I've been here my Lord but not done my part
Just give me one chance and I'll make it alright
I'll prove it to You because nothin else will do
One last chance, I'll change, is all I'm asking from You

So he sat there and played until the red sky set
When the darkness came in and found him alert
He did not stop but kept on playing
And sang himself hoarse with the wild escort
Of the coyote's howl that saddened the day
But strengthened the man as he played and played
With his guitar in hand, he found himself fraught
With that fear his Gods struck him with


On this earth, I've been but not done my part
Just give me one chance and I'll make it alright
I'll prove it to You because nothin else will do
One last chance, I'll change, is all I'm asking from You

Which Way Now?


Verse1
Within those eyes
Dark blue with curls
Get lost in the waves
That let loose on you
Her eyes change tides
And this time no good
The riptide's arrived
And is pulling on out

Chorus
Which way now?
She's hit the bottom baby
Which way now?
Gonna need to swim bitch
Which way now?
The sharks are coming closer!
Which way now?
Could it last forever?

Instrument Break x4

Verse2
Those blue eyes swirl
With fright and flight
But she's stuck here now
There's no escape
He's got his hold
And's long let her know
He's not who she seed
He's a crazy ass too

Chorus
Which way now?
She's hit the bottom baby
Which way now?
Gonna need to swim bitch
Which way now?
The sharks are coming closer!
Which way now?
Could it last forever?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

She's Crazy for It

Verse1
With electric black heels
And a star on her ankle,
She knows how to move
So her legs do her talkin
When she's lookin at you
And thrustin her hips,
She glides on the floor
And never does smile

Chorus
'Cause she's crazy for it
Never enough
She's crazy for it
And just can't stop
She's crazy for it
It's never enough
She's - crazy - for - it

Just watch the show

Verse2
See her turn quick
See her turn slow
Legs are always in time
But every date she's late
You won't hold her back
She's always on top
When she's in real close
Make a move and hold on!

Chorus

Verse 1
This life I have can
Be only mine
Though I might feel pain
Its not from you
You can't make me feel
Only I can take charge
My pain is mine
It's not from you

Those words you said
On Saturday nigh
When were were out
With friends celebrating
Those acid words
Can have no affect
For I have a shield
You cannot break

Chorus
Love peace and pain
Come from within
So don't ask me to love you
Then when you feel
I've not done enough
Don't hurt yourself in return

Verse 2
When I learned
That you had left
And stayed with him
Until Sunday,
Completely shot was
My image of you
For I'd saw you
As my girl

That's when I
Came to realize
My hurt belonged to me
And wasn't from you
But came from how
I thought you should be
From inside
Not out
--
I realized that no one can hurt me. The real me. Only the image I believe to be me can feel hurt.
I am in complete control of my autonomy within me. If my body is controlled, so be it.
The responsibility for the quality of my life is mine and I can no longer blame anyone else for feelings I feel whether positive or negative.
Perceived offense does not hurt me because no one can touch me, the real me.