08/16/18
** I will She'd my tears for you, I will hold on to each and every precious moment we've shared! In My Heart You will always Live! This is not "Goodbye", Just a "See Ya Again Sometime" I will Be Strong and Carry On, So that I May carry You with Me
Changes
I occasionally write rap lyrics and bars from time to time when i'm bored or the emotion or an idea/rhythm hits me. I tend to rap with an old school Eminem style with the Slim Shady twists to my lyrics. I tend to have darker, angry, violent, s*xual lyrics. But mostly they're just ways of expressing emotions rather than following through with them and letting them run my life. Just because rappers say things doesn't mean they actually mean or do the things they do... they're mostly metaphors and alternative ways of self-expression. Hell, it's better to get your anger out on paper and deliver a message to influence others to create a talent in expressing their emotions and getting them off their shoulders/chest rather than following through with them and letting them overtake your life and control you. A lot of people hate on artists and musicians like Eminem because he's either considered too aggressive, too angry, too violent, too sexist, too homophobic, too crazy... but little do they realize, Eminem chose to make a living expressing his darker and pent up feelings and emotions. Rather than following through with them and actually committing the things he says. He simply says it like a story. And that's the message he tries to get across to people when he put out the "Real Slim Shady" and songs like that. To explain to people that they should be themselves and not take his lyrics and words so seriously and to heart. After all, it's entertainment. Instead take the message and ideas and create your own way of expressing yourself in a productive manner. And maybe you can touch the hearts of others and inspire others to become artists instead of criminals or murderers, rapists, thugs, etc. Sometimes you get mad and upset when people hurt you... you have messed up thoughts and feelings but you don't actually want those things to truly happen... you just feel that way sometimes. It's like telling someone you hate them one minute, and when you cool off... you realize it was a petty and stupid reason to get mad and say those things... and you really don't hate them. It's just how you felt at that time. Now imagine if you killed someone because at that time you felt like doing it.... now you just committed something that can never be taken back and you basically ruined your life. Some people take things too seriously and they end up getting the wrong kind of message from something like music, movies, video games, books, etc. And they totally miss what the artist or developer was trying to truly get across... Those people are the people you normally see trying to emulate the artist or character they idolize. They lose track of the message and end up trying to be the package that was used to deliver the message. Sorry for the rant, I hope my rap could possibly make people think about life and entertainment... maybe reconsider and have a newer outlook on artists or works of art/entertainment. Thanks for your time.
MY IMPERFECTIONS
Sometimes... our flaws could keep us away from being our best selves and living to the fullest.
Lovley Lights
Ants are so cool.
Sir Cafe......
This poem was originally written for a dear friend of mine after several personal discussions with him regarding his particular challenges at the time. Jim was, and still is an incredible person....his legacy will live on forever, and his extremely strong testimony of our Dear Saviour Jesus Christ has all but ensured his well-being eternally. God bless you my dear brother, you have been an amazing friend to me and so many others here. You will be severely missed.
To show some LOVE
There's too much hate; show some love today.
Moola Jive
I love money, I love cash. I’ve got to keep my money in a stash. ‘Cause money and me’s a spendin’ spree. A buck, a buck, a buck, a buck, a buck. I love money just for me. I love the moola jive that it gives me. My money and me, we’re curr
To the women here
Yes, I hope to find the one
The book of love
When all that matters is no more and emotions lay bare on the floor when all that once was no longer is then life has surely lost its fizz but hope springs eternal, or so they say and maybe I'll find love again some day maybe not now, or even n
Respect you? Respect me, too.
If you love me, then respect me too.
You never came
Sometime we wait for a face , sometime we wait for a sound , sometime we wait for a touch in silent DEW...all life long...
In a not green, green
In a not green, green room dreams come easier by the glow of the stars of the Moroccan lamp. In a not green, green room the silence is broken by the purring of the aggregator cat or eagle owl hidden in the dark. In a not green, green room
razorblade salvation
Mommy I'm sorry if my first letter made you cry To be honest with you I don't think that I wanna die Sometimes I feel like that I'm cancerous in others lives Thats probably why I drink at night and sleep till 4 or 5 It's kinda hard walking throug
Neighbors (part 1)
This song (poem) I wrote 1-18-11 should be easy to understand. It's about my neighbor and politics at that time and place; but, a few changes in my writing to fit into today. I once had a neighbor who claimed he was abducted by aliens and the way he spoke sounded actually just like Carl from Sling Blade. At that time Obama was president. This song is comedy.
The People are Strange
people around, humans lives.. words that come from my mind
Anna loves her Jesus
Another one of my unfinished songs re a born again Christian I knew in college. THE PRAYER: I found myself hiding in my dorm room in Pentagon Dorm. After seven years trying to fix myself since high school and running from people out of fear. I thought OMG I'm never ever going to be better! How can i endure this? Will i be living with social phobia when im 60!! Even at this point no prayer was said yet not until i thought OMG being at college is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. I THEN CRACKED! It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Spontaneously i sent out a pure heartfelt honest sincere desperate cry for help. I TRIED I CAN'T DO IT BY MYSELF, LORD I NEED HELP. I wish i had journaled what happened in that moment bc i don't remember exactly, which is a bummer, but the next day seemingly out of the blue i decided to thank God for anything positive that might happen during the day even if it was just smile from someone. the cool thing was i actually felt gratitude as positive things began to pile up. I figure on some level i must of turned it over to God. Since He is now running the show or why would i the next day be thanking him for any positive experiences. Why didnt i do it yesterday or a week before. What im saying is something happened out of that prayer either I dont remember or something below my consciousness. This next thing is hard to communicate but I deducted if i did remember what happened in that instance after THE PRAYER i would be propelled back into that sacred holy space.(which is rare for me and out of my control). Just a theory I would be reliving it not just remembering it. Anyway in a month i was completely transformed and having a blast! During this time i felt a strong desire to make up for lost time. And not fall victim to that Mr Grinch part of me that was so afraid of what people might think that kept me not being me and living afraid in a cage called: What will people think! If there was a devil this would be the perfect way to sabotage someone from preventing them from living out their potential! Now though after my transformation which included waking up each morning jumping out of bed cant wait to start the day and go out into the world and be with people. Also l also had a strong need to let people know that they had inherent greatness within them. That they are not seeing their potential. Just like me before the prayer. Interesting tho this thing l was going thru was similar to what l read many years later about what Joseph Campbell talked about re all the hero's journey stories in mythology. After the hero goes thru his trails and is transformed by them he would have the option to go back into the world to help people achieve what he had achieved. l ended up doing outrageous things(a part of me wanted to make up for lost opportunities)BTW it was at this time i started Anna’s Song. Years later looking back I realized it was the happiest time of my life!
Laughter Of The Wizard
I wrote this one 10-17-94, just barely over two months after I "turned on, tuned in, and dropped out" and went to Woodstock '94! lol Putting this in here, I thought it might put a little change of climate into some readers minds. Something wild and out of the ordinary, perhaps?
Ten Little Girlfriends
I was looking through some of my past attempts at poetry and I found this one. I thought I'd submit it to such an esteemed site. Remind me to write the book someday. My thoughts are when it comes to girlfriends never over complicate the issue. It will do your head in!
What Women Want
This was written some time back. I don't think things have changed that much.
Ghost
Written on Halloween night, of course. I just took an idea I had and ran with it. I have since converted it to a song. I just realized I left a verse off. Fixed now.
i intend to give you many bowls
what do you think about this poem? any moral lesson you can comment .
Brokenhearted blues
writing me some blues
Elmo’s AWOLNATION Sail Parody
Sometimes when I hear certain songs, jokes pop up in my mind making fun of it. This is the only parody I have copyrighted. I really need to get out a few of the other ones that I wrote. I love writing parodies.
Why you ghostin?
Jeeze, I forgot about this one. When I compile my list of poems to go into my book for publishing, this will be the starting poem.
Ball Game
I wrote this parody of Take Me Out To The Ballgame last year when the corona virus was shutting down all sports. I remember seeing the Minnesota Twins play on TV in a bar in Minnesota and seeing cardboard cutouts of people in the stands.
Dog on a Chain
Hold up in the storm comrades
War And Peace
I wrote this one 1-18-11. It consists of story, myth, to reality; or, just a song depending on how you look at it.
Singing Out The Truth
This was a response by Allwyn Marcher, (my D&D bard), to having assassins set upon his trail to try and make him either shut up or die.
Money
I bought my first tickets to a Brewers game and spent about three hours trying to figure it out, cash is way, way easier!
Fallen Defender
Another Song/poem from My Fantasy Bard Allwyn Marcher. This one needs a little explanation. In the Fantasy world where Allwyn lived and died, he made his home in a small town Called Bendir, ( think medieval market town LOTR style, but with magic being more common place), located in Bendir Dale The Hawkin Is a bit like a local Militia )combined peace keeping force and town guards) in the Dale, it is a Voluntary organisation dedicated to protect Bendir aid travelers along its dangerous roads, Also the actively seek out threats against the Dale and Bendir (Orc uprisings, Evil wizards, ect ect), Members of the Hawkin are Called Defenders, Allwyn became Defender This song was written By Allwyn as a tribute to one of his brothers in arms who fell in battle against a powerful foe In defense of the Town
Bright And Pretty
I wrote this piece 3/27/1998. It's a blues/ a little jazz song. Every cities the same, except the people that live there.
Red Dragon Island
Nerd time I play Fantasy RPG games In one D&D setting I play a Character that is a Bard Another song/Poem By the Bard Allwyn Marcher it is self explanatory
I’m stuck in Medford (Oregon)
This is a song that I wrote when I was dating the Scorpio Chiropractor. I'm still trying to get a melody on it - when that doesn't come, it tends to be the absolute most difficult part of the song writing process for me. Wish I played an instrument, I am certain that would help.
Vacation to Maine
I have managed to keep myself busy, but next time I'm flying, the road traffic was too much.
GRIEF
A song from the heart Of Allwyn Marcher, ( My alter ego in an Game of D&D), on the subject of grief For any Interested below the song I have posted it again but the way other players would have seen it Verse by Verse in game, Every thing in (* *) are to emote the song he sings It's hard too convey feeling in a game when all *spoken* interaction between players is expressed in text. In the real world I know this is not fantastically good But Allwyn was an amazing bard , His performance score was 62 But In games terms the performance of song brought a whole town to tears Context He sang this song over his family's Graves. They were massacred in a Massive Orc and giant Uprising. A fantasy world is not all "they lived happily ever after" you know
WI Dells
I've been going to WI Dells since 1985 when my friend Todd and his mom and dad took me to Family Land(now Mt Olympus, Noah's Ark(Waterpark), and Tommy Bartlett's Robot World, which are still there.
I never knew
lyrics of a song I wrote
five to one
chances are
Farewell to the Wind
Playing with new lyrics
THE SECOND THOUGHT
What is more boring than dying? It’s a terrible waste of time: lying there twiddling my eyebrows or dreaming up words that might rhyme. Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’ or swear repenting remorse or scream for succour or sanctum or plead for
The Clouds
I wrote this one 12-28-2021. I wrote and rewrote this in a few different ways just because I liked the stanza part (And now we're here, Dig...) Allow yourself to perceive what the song means on your own accord of thought.
Rock-n-Roll Star
I wrote this one 4-19-2011. I play, write, look, and fit the part as one! lol