This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all of my poetry to music though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen. Always busy with your studies Always busy with your plans To make lots of money You never had time for a man You're always so driven You're life's so full of haste To learn the world of finance How long can you keep up the pace? I thought I'd give you... I thought I'd give you that chance For fun and recreation And maybe just maybe romance Now you're still alone Baby, I'm lonely too Here's just an idea Maybe I could spend time with you You can make me think That's such a rare find To find a woman Who has more than half a mind You've got a nice figure I like your smile, I like your face I like the way you stand up And you put me in my place We could take over... Take over the whole God-Damn World I'd do the politics And you'd be my economics girl Now you're going nowhere Soon you'll have to go home and leave the states I'm not asking for commitment I'm just asking for one date We could just try it... Try it out and see what unfolds What better option But to leave each other in the cold? I know its hard When you've got so much on your plate I'm not asking for commitment I'm just asking for one date I'm just asking for one date I'm just asking for one date just asking for one date asking for one date Mmm-mm mm mm mmm
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This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Hell’s Bells by AC/DC. Feel your blood flowin' through your veins How you feel you can't explain Life caught up with you livin it as a game Who never told you that's not okay? This morning you f-felt okay Should've known you'd go d-down t-today! You're stomach hurts you're turnin' white The world is spinnin' and your breathin's tight Instincts are screamin' fight or flight? Doesn't matter one bit once she has you in sight Doesn't matter if you w-win every f-fight Cassie'll getcha she'll getcha t-t-tonight!! Seeking the Golden Gloves it's on your face You've fought before and you like the taste Try to tell me you're one of the greats But you're still a member of the human race Cassie'll put you b-back in your p-place These Golden Gloves'll kn-kn-knock you t-to outer space!! It doesn't matter if you practice all night long It doesn't matter if you practice till dawn It doesn't matter what charms you have on Either way, in three seconds you'll be gone Makes no difference if-f you've done r-right or wrong You'll b-be on your back when the b-bell goes d-d-d-d-dong!!! This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine set to the tune of Barracuda by Heart. run, run, as fast as you can you can't catch me i'm the gingerbread man i'm hunted in daytime i'm hunted at night i'm hunted by smell i'm hunted by sight i run as hard as i can until i ache to the core i turn the corner only to find fifteen more winged demons from hell bring kisses of death relentless pursuers tracking the warmth of my breath riding my back they bring me down all the while singing with that distinctive sound Aaaaaaaaaaah-Mosquito! candles can't stop them neither can sprays one hundred preists can't make them go away finally swat one there's two more in its place they're tricky and sneaky make you swat your own face they won't give up until you're totally dry they won't give up until you finally die it doesn't take much of a spine they don't need one to make you lose your mind Aaaaaaaaaaah-Mosquito! Aaaaaaaaaaah-Mosquito! This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine set to the tune of Know Your Enemy by Green Day. I was going through some things then and rather than help, people at church just kept telling me to give thanks even when I didn’t mean it. Note: Due to our hypersensitive and intellectually stunted society, I feel compelled to point out that where the poem thanks God that I'm not a Jew or a woman, this in no way reflects my actual feelings; it is a direct reference to the Pharisee mentioned in the gospels who thanked God he wasn't a gentile or a woman. It's silly on purpose. Thank you God for our home and our family and that no one's sick and for my new bike and for dogs and cats and horses and butterflies and for Jesus...oh, and for chocolate too. Amen. i thank God for freedom and for good times rejoice in the lord always this is the day he has made i thank god for sunlight and this gorgeous weather i thank god for this picnic and all this delicious food i thank god for skateboards and for iphones i thank god for cookies and vanilla ice cream i thank god for cartoons and for pencils and i thank god i passed my test yesterday i thank god for liberty another word for freedom which i thanked him for already earlier in this song i thank god for verbs and for consonants and for syllables and for sentences i thank god grampa got his scooter to get around with even though he wouldn't need it if he was young instead i thank god i'm young enough to outrun grampa though it wouldn't matter if instead i left my sister alone i thank god for oxygen so we can breathe it although if there was no oxygen we'd never ever know it i thank god for anaerobic microbes that don't use oxygen i thank god i'm not anaerobic though i have no idea why i thank god for aliens that don't use oxygen assuming god created aliens instead of leaving the skies for us i thank god for the friends that i know i'll have someday and for the friends i used to have though they left me all today i thank god for my new bike even though i can't ride it because i was just paralyzed in a car crash yesterday i thank god i'm paralyzed and that i'm going blind i thank god for sympathy berry pies though my mouth is wired shut i thank god for a hill to sled on even though there's no snow and my sled is missing and gramma says the hill blocks her view i thank god i'm not always thankful like when i'm depressed and can't enjoy anything or else have nothing to enjoy i thank god for sunlight again even though it gave me sunburn yes, i thank god for sunburn and i thank god for my frostbite i thank god for beer yee-hay-yeah!!!! even though it was the beer that made me crash my car i thank god for this song that i wrote myself and i thank god for this shed i built by the sweat of my brow i thank god i wasn't born a jew or a woman thank god i'm not like the Pharisees or those no good Sadduceees i thank god for fractals and for mathematics i thank god one and one is two and that i can't divide by zero i thank god for god and that there's not no god and i thank god for the universe and the passage of time i thank god for everything you know he made everything i thank him for everything and that i'm thanking him now I thank him for evil and for satan i thank god for sin and i thank him for doubt i thank god for everything you know he made everything i thank him for everything and that i'm thanking him now i thank god for everything you know he made everything i thank him for everything and that i'm thanking him now This is a poem I wrote in 2009. I imagine all of my poetry to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. The verses to this one I imagine to the tune of Cryin’ by Aerosmith and the chorus I imagine to the tune of Heavy by Collective Soul. So you tell me my friend You finally went and got engaged She sounds nice - best of luck to you But would you mind Answer me a couple things These few questions that I ask of you Is she best you can get Or the best that there ever can be? If she runs off away could you ever love again? Will you love her The way I used to? The way I do? Will you love her The way I used to? The way I do? So you tell me my friend That your heart's full of love I don't dispute it - but tell me this When she gets down Do you tell her it'll turn around And to pull herself together right away Or do you just sit and hold her To let her know you're there Do you really understand her enough to let her know you care? Will you love her The way I used to? The way I do? Will you love her The way I do? The way I do? Don't get me wrong You seem to get along Great. you have my blessing - I know you'll do well But before you go through With it I hope you'll do One more thing - and that's think of this: Can you make corny sappy romance For the rest of your life Will you spend time and make time To embrace the skeletons in her closet And be sure she's really the one Before you make her your wife? Will you love her The way i do? The way i do? Will you love her The way i do? The way i do? Will you love her The way i used to? The way i do? Will you love her The way i do? The way i do? This is a poem I wrote in 2009. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine to the tune of Knocking On Heaven’s Door by Guns ‘N’ Roses. It is based on a supposedly true story told by one of my former coworkers. Ed meets a lady down at the bar She says she's too buzzed to drive very far When Ed leaves, she follows him home Because she says she can't stand to be all alone Well, Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Ed hears a knock. It comes from the door There is a man there Ed has not seen before He says I'll pay you five dollars to sleep here tonight I brought my own pillow, if that's alright Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Ed meets a man on the bus one afternoon he tells him not to drink milk, or look at the moon he fears all birds and the number four he says all he wants in life is to sleep on Ed's floor Well, Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Ed works hard all night at micky D's he walks up his steps, and takes out his keys when he gets to his room, he opens his door inside is half the city, asleep on his floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor Sleep, sleep, sleeping on Ed's floor This is a poem I wrote in 2009. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. I imagine the verses of this one to the tune of All Of My Love by Led Zeppelin while the chorus is set to a simple tune I might have invented myself and the end is to the tune of the end of Patience by Guns 'N' Roses. I want to walk with you hand in hand on the beach I want to take you to the sea I want to play on the swingsets till after dark I want you with me I want to walk with you skipping through the woods I want to pretend we can fly I want to work hard with you side by side I want us to watch the sky I want you here I do I do I want you here wherever I go I want to save the world with you by my side I want to hold you so tight I want to take our kids on a ride I want to stand by you and fight I want you to stay and play with my friends I want you in my life To build snowmen and pretend they're aliens in disguise I want you as my wife I want you here Oh, I want you here I want you here I'll follow you anywhere I want you here come back to me I want you here It's been too many years I want you here I want you here, I want you here, yeah I want you here help me, please help me find you It's like hitting the gas and slamming the brakes you charge me up and give me the shakes but i'm still waiting for you to come around I lose my juice without you as my ground and how can i wait without you here? i don't know but i am and will year after year for you, girl oh, you only you, girl oh, you until you're mine This is a poem I wrote in 2008. I imagine all of my poetry to music, but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine to a slightly modified version of I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For by U2. Goodbye My love I'm on my way home Ancient wheels Ancient gears Endless chain Call out my name In the sun Hear my call Give me all Come on out Let down your hair But under those blood-stained skies The light had scorched your eyes And still you are just standing there Still all you do is just stare Over oceans Over glaciers To the moon Feel the fall In the snow I get so cold I get so old Watching the world Goodbye love But under those blood-stained skies The light had scorched your eyes And still you are just standing there Still all you do is just stare While the rain cascades down your skin And the rain drips from your hair And still you are just standing there Still all you do is just stare I'm on my way home But while you slept last night The birds came and ate your eyes And still you are just standing there Still all you do is just stare While the rain cascades down your skin And the rain drips from your hair And still you are just standing there Still all you do is just stare Mmmmm all you can do is stare This is a poem I wrote in 2008 about the motto of the granite state (New Hampshire). I imagine all my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to create tunes of my own. This one I imagine to the tune of Born In The USA by Bruce Springsteen. Wake up early on saturday Ben comes over says he wants to play In a patch of woods near downtown They were there running around Grow up soon where does the time go Seems no one here ever does or talks slow Take a walk under the colored leaves I'm at home and it feels great to be free Oh, live free or die! You know, live free or die! The choice, is live free or die! All the people cry live free or die! Climb Mount Manadnock me and my girl We reach the top and we're on top of the world We see Dublin lake and miles of trees A perfect place to watch the birds and the bees We take a seat to count the clouds Before too long we're alone in the crowd She falls asleep snuggled close to me We've got each other and I know that we're free Mmm, live free or die! You know, live free or die! The choice, is live free or die! All the people cry live free or die! Somewhere out there is a man Maybe at an international conference in Switzerland While waiting, the people talk about their homes Then they ask him where he comes from Japan's got its sushi; France has its tower Australia's got its wildlife; China's a rising power But there ain't no better land under the sky I hail from the land of live free or die In New Hampshire, the summers are hot and the winter's so cold But really, they're not as bad as you've been told We love our motorcycles and we love our towns And we love to eat ice cream all year round The people are friendly, but not too much We're all different, 'cause we're an independent bunch In the two thousand election we were a red state too Then four years later, we turned to blue In New Hampshire, the trees change color in the fall And you'll never ever hear anyone say y'all People come from all around to buy our nic nacs You know we hate to have a broad-based tax We the people are as tough as granite You know we wouldn't live anywhere else on the planet We'll always fight for our soveriegnty I love this land and I'm livin' free Oh, live free or die! You know, live free or die! The choice, is live free or die! All the people cry live free or die! Mmm, live free or die! You know, live free or die! The choice, is live free or die! I hail from the state of live free or die! Oh, live free or die! You know, live free or die! One way, to live free or die! All the people cry live free or die! Mmm, live free or die! I was born, to live free or die! The choice, is live free or die! You can't take me - live free or die! Oh, live free or die! You know, live free or die! The choice, is live free or die! All the people cry live free or die! This is a poem I wrote in 2007. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to create my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Do They Know It’s Christmas by Band Aid. The ending I imagine sung to the tune of Give Peace A Chance by John Lennon over the fading chorus. It's just another bad day What more can you say Your mother called you a name And you hit her in the face Then you went outside But could find no place to hide There's a whole corrupt world out there And you don't even care We've all become so full of hate Is this just our fate The callousness of the rich Won't let them give an inch And the covetousness of the poor Means they will always want more Our leaders bring us into war But we don't know what for Who can lead us now Who can help us out What we really need is love And we don't have enough Who can lead us now Who can help us out We need another Jesus For this lost generation We need someone like the Jesus from history We need someone to love us Not to correct the nation We need someone to teach us how to love Our world will never be short Of heroes and their sort They all propose their plans And act on them when they can But when they are overthrown We forget they were ever born Along comes another one With nothing new under the sun All the ideologies Don't mean a thing to me They say the system is good But it doesn't work as it should Our plans go astray And our heroes go away In the meantime we play And quickly lose our way Who can lead us now Who can help us out What we really need is love And we don't have enough Who can lead us now Who can help us out We need another Jesus For this lost generation We need someone like the Jesus from history We need someone to love us Not to correct the nation We need someone to teach us how to love He said that he'd be back Now he's been gone so long Until he returns Who can right the wrong But when he left us behind Feeling so blue He left himself Inside of me and you So don't ask who will take his role We are his hands and feet The love that the world needs Is inside you and me Who can lead us now Who can help us out What we really need is love And we don't have enough Who can lead us now Who can help us out We need another Jesus For this lost generation We need someone like the Jesus from history We need someone to love us Not to correct the nation We need someone to teach us how to love Who can lead us now Who can help us out What we really need is love And we don't have enough Who can lead us now Who can help us out We need another Jesus For this lost generation We need someone like the Jesus from history We need someone to love us Not to correct the nation We need someone to teach us how to love Who can lead us now Who can help us out What we really need is love And we don't have enough Who can lead us now Who can help us out We need another Jesus For this lost generation We need someone like the Jesus from history We need someone to love us Not to correct the nation We need someone to teach us how to love All the people say Calvinism Stoicism Marxism Hinduism Aneurysm Cataclysm And all I'm saying is give Jesus a chance All the people say Give Peace a chance My circumstance Meditation Trance Don't dirty dance Pick on France Auto accidents And all I'm saying is give Jesus a chance All the people say Plato Cicero Marsiglio Vico Russeau Montesquieu And all I'm saying is give Jesus a chance This is a poem I wrote in 2005. It doesn't really mean anything. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I rarely am able to come up with tunes of my own. This is one time I succeeded, but I don’t think it’s very good. She's in trouble again What a poor little girl They're playing the blame game And they pinned it on Beryl Everything she does Brings on the blame Everything she doesn't Brings more of the same If it happens Her fault it is Poor little Beryl's in trouble She always is Hey, it's Beryl, poor troubled girl Oh, you know it's true She gets blamed for everything That you and I do She knows it's true That sorry little Beryl She's in trouble again What a poor little girl They're playing the blame game And they pinned it on Beryl Everything she does Brings on the blame Everything she doesn't Brings more of the same If it happens Her fault it is Poor little Beryl's in trouble She always is Everything must be somebody's fault It can't be left to hang At least that's what they always say Blame must follow pain Consequence escapes us Leaving us free We haven't a clue it all goes somewhere We can't see Some people in life Always choose the shortest straw While misunderstood, They cross Murphy's law Hey, it's Beryl, poor troubled girl Oh, you know it's true She gets blamed for everything That you and I do She knows it's true That sorry little Beryl We are the pirates We've come to take yer gold We'll take all yer jewels But we won't take it all because we never take a bath We're rough And tough And rude And crude And lewd And booed (booing in the background) (sound mad)And stewed And mooed Mooooo!!! Who be the one that brought the cow on board? We're pirates! We're pirates! We're pirates! We're pirates! We're pirates! Arrrrrrrrr!!! Dance the plank! Hey, it's Beryl, poor troubled girl Oh, you know it's true She gets blamed for everything That you and I do She knows it's true That sorry little Beryl Speed away into the sky Leave your worries on the ground Speed away to the furthest galaxy Fly away at the speed of light Don't let your worries drag you down Just speed away and hold on tight Bye bye bye bye Bye bye bye farewell This is a poem I wrote in 2005. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This is one of the few that I might have succeeded in at least creating a tune for the chorus, though it sounds strangely familiar. Hey pretty girl I love the way you are So nice and sweet You're my little star We go well together Like A lion and his roar You've had a taste of my love, girl But you'll never make it to the core So close and yet so far You just remind me Of how I want her So close and yet so far You just remind me Of how I miss her Close to me Don't take this the wrong way I really like you girl I grow fonder every day 'Cause you're such a whirl Though there's nothing wrong Not everything is quite right You know that I'd love too But don't ask me to stay the night So close and yet so far You just remind me Of how I want her So close and yet so far You just remind me Of how I miss her Close to me We've become best friends And playing these games with you has been so much fun But it hurts me to tell you You just aren't the one Though we comfort each other Through our many hurts And you're so very tempting But you just aren't her You just aren't her So close and yet so far You just remind me Of how I want her So close and yet so far You just remind me Of how I miss her Close to me I'm so sorry girl I still like you But you just can't compete I look into your eyes And she's not there You just remind me... This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I imagine all of my poetry to set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine to the tune of Just Push Play by Aerosmith. Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old Gramma's in the kitchen Smokin' up some pie Grampa won't eat it And he won't say why Gramma's in the kitchen Servin' out some pie Grampa won't eat it And he won't even try Mikey sees some cornbread Sittin' on a shelf There's nobody around He gets it down himself Mikey sees some cornbread Sittin' on the floor Mikey walks away He don't want it anymore Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old Kristen's at school Kaylee's on the phone Danny's outside Creating fantasies all alone Kristen's at market Kaylee has flown Tom walks in And makes himself at home Who ate the cheese? Daddy wants some more He'd get it himself But he's too poor Mikey ate the cheese He ate it before Daddy chases mikey Right out the door Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. I imagine parts of this one to Boulevard of Broken dreams by Green Day. It's getting late and I can't sleep When I hold still I can hear no peep My mind is stuck in overdrive But I'm so tired I barely feel alive As I lie on my bed Visions of distant lands dance through my head But I know that it's all fake And these dreams are just here keeping me awake Can't fall asleep 'cause I'm so wired Been working all day and now I'm tired Please help me fall asleep tonight Sometime before first sunlight Take these dreams away Dreams, dreams, go away Come again some other day Leave me alone and let me be Leave me alone and set me free As I lie on my bed Visions of distant lands dance through my head But I know that it's all fake And these dreams are just here keeping me awake Take these dreams away Can't fall asleep 'cause I'm so wired Been working all day and now I'm tired Please help me fall asleep tonight Sometime before first sunlight Take these dreams away This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to create my own tunes. I imagine the beginnings of each verse to the tune of Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day. There is a song stuck in my head Maybe it will be there 'til I'm dead Over and over it plays But you know I can't complain I'm skippin' to my new old favorite song It moves my feet along The beat goes on and on I love that catchy little song I'm hummin' it all day long On me it always drains But I still can't complain I'm skippin' to my old new favorite song It moves my feet along The beat goes on and on That song has my mind It has my heart Nothing left for me or you, honey! I love that catchy little song I'm hummin' it all day long On me it always drains But I still can't complain I'm skippin' to my new favorite old song It moves my feet along The beat goes on and on That song makes me happy It makes me smile Gonna take us for a ride, honey! I'm skippin' to my new old favorite song It moves my feet along The beat goes on and on The beat goes on The beat goes The beat goes on and on and on and on and on This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I have no idea where my poetry comes from most of the time and that is especially true in this case. I apply effort and thought to my drawings, novels, and short stories, not to my poems. I think of myself as an author, not a poet. I don't plan them; they just sort of start to come to me unexpectedly. I imagine all of my poems set to music. I imagine this one to a modified version of the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Tell me what you think. Dear son It seems I've hit a snag The supplier fell through The army's coming to take me away The thing is anyways I love you Tell the grandkids I love them too Keep up the good work Be thankful your mother isn't with us to see me here today She was so weak but I'll see her soon And I'll be okay I'm sorry If this was hard to read I'm writing very fast I think I can hear the bombs now I just don't know how For decades I've worked hard to achieve the dream Then it all came down I know good will win in the end but apparently not today But don't lose faith it will happen soon And you'll be okay This time I won't be coming back I found a job I just can't hack Still, I'll put up one good fight And you know I'll be alright And I'll be okay Dear son Revolution is hard Remember the reason The children need you now more than before As I'm sure you know The future Is in your hands I'm afraid I've Been retired for good We will meet again but I'm afraid when just is not today This letter I must cut short too soon And we'll be okay We'll be okay This is a poem I wrote in 2003. I imagine all of my poetry set to music. I imagine the verses of this one set to the tune of Let Go by Aerosmith and the chorus set to the tune of Amazing by Aerosmith. There was a man who loved a woman As men tend to do There could never be another She filled his heart through and through She was his one and only She fit him like a suit Other women folk Couldn't hit the note Were lower than a substitute of a substitute He really truly loved her He only wanted what was best When she was displeased Then he could get no rest But the woman didn't feel the same Thought they were as different as a duck and a stone But when his love he confessed She had to say yes Couldn't bear to see him live his life alone There is a greater love out there For which there is no compare Unfortunately it seems much too rare But it's found inside those who truly care The greater love is awesome The greater love will make you new The greater love will get you through She tried to explain it To her girlfriends on the phone They didn't understand Thought she had sipped too much foam He's a really great guy Deserves a woman to help him work and play He's really going to need me That's the way it's going to be And so I'll forever stay There is a greater love That is simple, true, and right And I know that in the end I'll be all right Of course she would never tell him Would never let him know But the man had overheard Had heard every word And said you're free to go There is a greater love out there For which there is no compare Unfortunately it seems much too rare But it's found inside those who truly care The greater love is awesome The greater love will make you new The greater love will get you through You've been good to me You've loved more than your share But you know I'm an honest man And I have to be fair I'll return the favor I'm going to set you free Find someone you like The one who's right Don't settle for me I've lived since birth without you I'm sure I'll be okay I know you care so much But don't try to make me stay As he turned to leave She tried to grab his arm But he ran outside And they both cried And that's the end of my yarn There is a greater love out there For which there is no compare Unfortunately it seems much too rare But it's found inside those who truly care The greater love is awesome The greater love will make you new The greater love will get you through This is a poem I wrote in 2003. I imagine all of my poetry set to music. While I am normally no good at coming up with tunes of my own, this is one of the rare times I came up with a tune I don’t recognize from elsewhere. It has a sort of Paul McCartney sound to it. Tell me what you think. Hello, I'll introduce myself
I'm the king of the world Others sleep in my castles I usually sleep outdoors My slaves bring me everything And they bring it for free And when I'm finished singing Please hand some bread to me I carry no possessions 'cause I own everything you see I'm the king of the world And the world belongs to me Some say I'm crazy When I say the world is mine Others say I'm lazy Others say I'm fine Some say I'm funny But I know the truth I'm the greatest there is And I'm the king of the world I run it all I pull all the strings I get no complaints Except from some fools Why don't I stop the wars and strife If I'm as powerful as I say Because those aren't worth dealing with Unless of course they come my way There are few others Who accept my authority But that's perfectly okay The only word that matters is one from me I'm the greatest there is And I'm the king of the world I own the largest rock collection It's right under your feet Though some of my slaves may hide some I'll get them back again I keep the largest one Down under somewhere I'm the greatest there is And I'm the king of the world I'm the king of the world If only for a while I'm the king of the world Now's alright to bow I'm the king of the world And you know I'm the king of style I'm the greatest there is And I'm the king of the world This is a poem I wrote in 2003. I always imagine my poems set to music, but I am not good at coming up with new tunes. I imagine this one as a sort of rap while the chorus is similar to the chorus of Dream On by Aerosmith. Love it? Hate it? Let me know what you think. Love isn't all
Peaches and cream It has a dark side A dark side, it seems Watch out for it Or you'll lose your mind No matter what the man says Love isn't kind I drank love's wine And found half a worm What I thought was pleasure Was really a germ Just like a peach The heart has a pit Beware of its trap You'll fall in it Into the pit You will slide If you only knew the power Of the dark side Dark side of love Dark side of love I can't get above The dark side of love Take me to the other side I can't go on Since we split up It's been so long Just like the dark It can't be seen It's violently vicious It's definitely mean You don't notice Until the light goes out It'll make you cry It'll make you shout Like a black hole It will pull you in That man was lucky The one made of tin Love isn't kind This is a fact It may look good But it's just an act Now I know the eagle Was hunting the dove Ruining your life is easy All you need is love Dark side of love Dark side of love I can't get above The dark side of love Take me to the other side I can't go on Since we split up It's been so long Love has a dark side A dark side, it seems It's like the hot fudge On vanilla ice cream The pain I felt When our seperation spread Helped me to know I meant what I said When the shadows are sharp I know why It means that The sun's in the sky That's what I've learned It took me some time To make sweet pie Takes sour key lime So when things go bad When you've had enough You know about the power The power of love Dark side of love Dark side of love I can't get above The dark side of love Take me to the other side I can't go on Since we split up It's been so long |
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