This is an actual letter (email) that I wrote to some lady (or shall I say female, since I never met her, and have no idea if she was a "lady" or not) ... I don't recall if I sent it or not, I probably did though. I think you can figure out what they had said to me. LOL
Dear person,
You say my writing is pessimistic.
I say it’s only negative to those who think life is exclusively ecstatic,
and it’s positive to those who think life is solitarily depressing.
You say my writing is sacrilegious.
Who made you the all holy judge?
Were you there when the holy books were written?
Did Jim Baker, Billy Graham, Jerry Farwell, or,
even God tell you that the writings are true?
Perhaps, you are just believing in what every child,
since the beginning of the religious age, has been, taught?
When you can make your choices solely on what you have learned, or, experienced, and not on what just about every child is taught.
Then by all means, come and tell me what is blasphemous.
Do not judge my writing when you do not even understand, or,
comprehend the meaning of the words or the sentences.
And, if you think you can get a view into who I am, what I think, or, any other kind of information about me, then by all means waste your time.
For I may or may not believe in what I write. For what it all comes down to,
is that lyrics can be a mirror into the soul, although not necessarily of the writer.
Finally lyrics are really only stories being told to music.
Sincerely yours,
CEO of Lyricist Inc.
David A. P.
I don't know the date of the letter, but probably in the mid 90's and written around the time of Children of the Nuclear age. But then again, the girl could have read it years later.
Hi, how is everybody? It's been about a week (I think) since I last posted any of my lyrics from the past. This one plus one other are probably my last, unless I write some new ones. Version 2 of this lyric is only slightly different. Hope you all like them both. If you don't, that's just fine.
CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 1)
(verse 1)
Three angels are floating in the sky,
screaming with their wings that bleed fire.
When am I going to die,
which of them is my crucifier?
Demons with frozen eyes, start to cry,
as they sink into the mire.
Can I tell the truth from a lie,
what is it in me that they desire?
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
live in a land of debauchery.
They march to their tombs in rage,
to worship they warmonger deity.
(verse 2)
When I lose my control,
I don’t mean to kill.
Although I enjoy the thrill,
will they have mercy on my soul?
The mother earth swallows my dead,
and she’s screaming in my head.
Father time is laying on his deathbed,
and I’m drowning in a pool of red.
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
live in a land of debauchery.
They march to their tombs in rage,
to worship they warmonger deity.
CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 1)
06-18 & 19 - 1995
Lyricist Inc.
CEO David A. P.
and here is the second version..
CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 2)
(verse 1)
Three angels were floating in the sky,
screaming with their wings that bleed fire.
When are they going to die,
which of them is their crucifier?
Demons with frozen eyes, started to cry,
as they sank into the mire.
Can they tell the truth from a lie,
what is it in them that they desire?
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
live in a land of debauchery.
They march to their tombs in rage,
to worship they warmonger deity.
(verse 2)
When they lost their control,
they din’t mean to kill.
Although they enjoyed the thrill,
will they have mercy on their souls?
The mother earth swallowed their dead,
and she screamed in their head.
Father time is laying on his deathbed,
and they drowned in a pool of red.
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
live in a land of debauchery.
They march to their tombs in rage,
to worship they warmonger deity.
CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 2)
06-24-1995
Lyricist Inc.
CEO David A. P.
I've notice that nobody or very little people have been commenting on my latest lyrics and poems, what's up with that? Wether you like them or not, or understand them or not, surely more of you have opinions on them.
I think on one posting there is 44 views but zero comments
This is my posting of a song I composed a few years or so ago. All instruments except for the electric guitar, are by me. It's called "No Drummin' Allowed... this is the remix version. I'm only stating the obvious, because I need at least 50 words on here. LOL
All right, this one will probably confuse most of you, but if you truly read it, not just for rhyming, which it does through out, it actually does make sense. Read it a few times or so, if you must, if you still don't get it, then simply enjoy the complexity of the rhyme of the poem. No, it's not a rap.
“oo” <----the web site changed what it's suppose to be. It's suppose to show the dashes over the o's to show the long O sound.
Andrew, Mathew, who’s who,
eating Irish stew in Honolulu.
New blue shoe residue,
cheating fish threw lanolin shampoo.
Witches, corkscrew hairdo, brew,
cook until well done.
Bitches, Zulu kung-fu, review.
Look downhill, smell venison.
True-blue voodoo tattoo,
outgrew you and onto Xanadu avenue.
Taboo shih-tzu “jujitsu” zoo.
Untrue Malibu sand withdrew into view.
“oo”
Date: in the past (the mid 90’s or so)
Lyricist Inc.
CEO David A. P.
And here is yet another one of my lyrics from the past. I hope you all enjoy, or at least some of you do.
CHIMERA
(verse 1)
I’m scared to go to sleep,
so, I fight to stay awake.
But, I know the sandman will eventually win,
and my eyes will become heavy like a zeppelin.
Until that time comes around,
I’ll play him for the fool.
I can’t explain why I’m terrified,
the words aren’t taught in school.
(chorus)
I’m trapped in a scream dream,
and serenity is coming up fast.
Things aren’t quite what they seem,
and the calm won’t last.
Now, I”m floating on a lake,
with the eternal crystal snake.
(verse 2)
My skin turns as white as coke,
and my blood scorches my veins.
The walls are closing in all around me,
and the snowflakes burn through to my soul.
There’s an exit somewhere, but, I can’t see,
how do I get out of this hellhole?
Will you help me find my way,
or, have you already closed the doorway?
(chorus)
I’m trapped in a scream dream,
and serenity is coming up fast.
Things aren’t quite what they seem,
and the calm won’t last.
Now, I”m floating on a lake,
with the eternal crystal snake.
(verse 3)
I put my feet on the cold tile,
a floor that’s as old as the dead.
I pass out and choke,
you think it’s a joke.
I’m gambling for my life, against the grim reaper,
but, I’ve got the aces up my sleeves.
Now, I’m walking in the valley,
between the living and the dead.
(chorus)
I’m trapped in a scream dream,
and serenity is coming up fast.
Things aren’t quite what they seem,
and the calm won’t last.
Now, I”m floating on a lake,
with the eternal crystal snake.
CHIMERA
9-22-95
Lyricist Inc.
David A.P.
Here's another one of my lyrics from years ago.
FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE
(verse 1)
I’ve lived a short life,
for which my tears have gone dry.
A state of mental confusion,
from a mother and father.
Twisted lies, twisted truth,
which to believe, which to distrust.
(chorus)
Will I shine like the sun,
and glow with self loving esteem?
Or shall i fade off into the blue,
with a mind that’s bashed by depression?
(verse 2)
A man that’s lost on a path,
that was created by a child.
What was it that I dreamed?
Was it lost in days of yesteryear.
Did daddy do what mother said he did,
and did mommy suffer the way she claimed?
(chorus)
Will I shine like the sun,
and glow with self loving esteem?
Or shall i fade off into the blue,
with a mind that’s bashed by depression?
(verse 3)
When I turn old and gray,
will my friends and family stay?
Will I abuse my wife with fists?
Could I end up beating my kids verbally?
Can I conquer the sickness,
or will it just be a fantasy?
(chorus)
Will I shine like the sun,
and glow with self loving esteem?
Or shall i fade off into the blue,
with a mind that’s bashed by depression?
FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE
1-25-95?
Lyricist Inc.
David A.P.
The following is yet another one of my lyrics that I wrote years ago.
“Change to black”
(verse 1)
I can’t see where we’re headin’,
don’t want to know where we’ve been.
I see the skies,
changing in your eyes.
The heaven’s begin to thunder,
as angels start to weep.
No, I can’t help, but, I wonder,
if it was something in my sleep.
(chorus)
The hatred that spreads around,
makes a world that’s loveless.
And hearts that are destitute and slack,
will shrivel up and change to black.
(verse 2)
The earth starts to shake,
as hell’s dominions laugh.
My body burns as it begins to quake,
and your love is something I'll never have.
Sometimes I have to ask my self,
why the worlds screams at me.
I doubt I’ll ever know the answer,
because I’m the only one here!
(chorus)
The hatred that spreads around,
makes a world that’s loveless.
And hearts that are destitute and slack,
will shrivel up and change to black.
(Finished…..for now, may add more at another time.)
“CHANGE TO BLACK”
11/22/1996
Lyricist Inc.
Owner/ writer: David A.P.
HOUSE MOUSE
Out from the big house,
ran a little, gay, mouse.
Wearing an old tattered blouse,
and looking for some crack.
Out of no where he heard a loud shot,
and turned around to look at his back.
I should've stayed straight was his final thought
Lyricist Inc.
11/??/1994
by: David A.P.
Yet another one of my poems from the distant past.
“What to say today in May to Jay”
Silly little plastic man,
siting on your can.
Sucking on your thumb,
snickering at the scum.
Glaring at the moon,
staring at a loon.
Screaming that you are he or she,
dreaming that you could be like me.
Run quickly towards the fat old sun,
fun times are waiting with your gun.
Fading beam in your eye,
fading gleam in your sky.
“What to say today in May to Jay”
Date: sometime around the mid 90’s
Lyricist Inc.
David A. P.
Here's another one of my poems. I'm not sure of the exact date, but probably in the early to mid 90's
btw if anybody knows how to scan text and make it so it's larger on the screen, please let me know. I use a Mac and have an epson scanner. Btw. I know how to zoom in, but I want what I scan to be permanently larger, so it's easier to read when I post it as a picture on here.
“Vampire”
There’s a lady hanging around in my abattoir,
I met her at some, snooty, local discotheque.
The red liquid spurts from her jugular,
when my fangs puncture her tender neck.
“Vampire”
Date: over a decade ago
Lyricist Inc.
David A.P.
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