Boredum

A clean slate is not important to me

My life has desires

You were the wild one

Free you were

Free you want to be

Free in the way we were

We lived

We loved

We did not fight

We were a dream

The dream of an idea that was

The dream of an idea that is supposed to be

I miss that girl

I don’t know what she misses

foundations of sand

Foundations of mud

It sure was fun

Our fun has changed

It’s not as fun

I don’t expect this to ever change

Guess what I need to change

Guess what I need to change

Guess what I need to change

Fie Fie Foe Fum

Good luck, Good night, I’m Done

Cinco de Mayo

I’ve learned more from being wrong

Than I have from being right

If you pee into your chocolate milk

That glass may not taste nice
Well, that’s because pee don’t taste good

But I haven’t learned that yet

So off I go to make more chocolate pee milk for myself

Just maybe I’ll love the taste this time
Then want another glass

I hope   *because*

I’m the chocolate pee milk poster child for lacking common sense

So, filler up I’ll have a glass

Ooh, That taste like piss

January-Smanyary

I’m just trying to write
Think of something to write about
Then, I look down at my torn pants
and presto Modesto
I see this hole that is staring at me
It is actually kinda freaky
Because it started talking to me
for me, and I know it has a lot to say
Then, suddenly I hear a burp
I jump
Then, as I look down at my pants
They don’t even say excuse me
I guess they are trying to tell me there is no excuse for ripped pants
All I could do after that moment is;
Just stick my finger in the hole and play with it.

 

Step-Mom

Nobody wants a bad step mom

Nobody but nobody

She is the tuna on your lover’s breath

She’s the mold that grows on your cheese

She’s the DMV, stinky rotten pee

And boy she comes at a price

I’ll even throw in the jeans

That somehow gets over her big lard ass

Don’t forget to tuck in the tee

She will make your dreams come true

Never-mind that’s someone else

She’ll tear your family up

Smash you hopes on the ground

But that’s alright cause listen tight

She’s just the septic of my tank

A paper-cut, left nut, a left nut in a paper cup

Oh’ you know what I mean

Sio

When you talk about a Sio
Do you know what your talking about
A girl that’s shaped
Flashing that Bang that makes a
Sio all worth talking about
What’s a Sio look like
Too bad for you
For if you knew that your life would be screwed
No better there is/ Taken she is
One of a kind and she’s all mine
Life fell into my lap this time

Right Hands

I wish I had two right hands
Because I’m right handed
I wish I had two right hands
Then I could shake my own hand
I wish I had two right hands
Then I could pick my left nose with my right hand
But I wish I had a left arm because left arms are pretty cool!!!

Maximum Capacity

Maximum capacity, a room built for two. The sun kissed them early in the morning.
Much earlier than their hearts and stomachs ever could. He stooped around heavily
as the clothes weren’t packing themselves.
Then, a day in the life of kings and queens.;
I mean what more could anyone really want.
Pipedreams, Fullmoons, and Good Lovin (just as Mr. Weir might have said it himself)
Why it’s almost ecstasy
Nothing more could ever be expected
That’s why their in a maximum capacity room built for two

9/27

I said hey baby
Hey baby I said
And she came over to me
She was so easy
So nice and easy
And knows how to butter my bread
Cause she’s got
Something that bounces
Something that shakes
And that shake sure taste good
So give it up baby and baby I’ll give
She’s the queen of men’s rooms
She’s the queen of girls rooms
But the queen of my backseat tonight
Wanted by women
Desired by men
Your gonna give in
Your gonna give in

How To Fly

Walking lost, walking blind
Keep on walking and maybe you’ll find
Another way a better guide
Get me off of this ride
Plant my feet on the ground
Clear my mind
Open my eyes
Wash me in the rain
Let me dance on the ground
I once was blind
But now I see
You gotta learn to shake that thing
Leave this life with a bang
Grow some wings
Take a rip
And fly right off of the ground
To never return again
And if I do I’ll say to you
I know that day will come
You’ll lay down in a green grass field
Close your eyes and say
Wash me in the rain
As I shake my ass in the green green grass
While the world wash away

YouDoOlLadyWho

Just a thought
I have one for you
Give me a minute
What are you thinking
Forget all this thinking
Just feel and act
That’s the way to go
Or just act like you’re feeling something
Everyone has something to feel
Just don’t get slapped
Unless you want to feel a slap
Or slap something that you feel
Just think about being slapped
When you act don’t think
I’ll think for you
Here is your thought
The most important thing to know is
Know what your thinking and
Think what you know

39

A twist of words,wasted words, misdirected anger
Excuses are made to retaliate, wait, excuses never made
I am the reason, the reason why
The house is cold at night
She thought I was Mr. Right
Cars break down, she sleeps with a frown, and I live in this little town
Where is the happiness? Where is the Joy?
Perspective is the key; do, don’t
Maybe I won’t ask, Sex at your command
Lights out, cats out
Quiet while I study in our house!
I give you the remote, just look at me
I definitely will survive
She has to power to rearrange particles in my brain
It’s time to go to bed, WHAT?
I made it up
Made it up in my mind
That’s what I do best
I’m getting tired
Stop making sense
I don’t know what to say
As sure as the sun will shine
I might be programmed by time I’m 39.

Brictabracalacafraca

What if you were walking down the street carrying a brick in your hand
When a boy on a bike rode up and asked
What was in your hand?
When you looked down you actually had a boy with a bike in your hand
And you were talking to a brick.

The Architect

Another one walked in
As I saw myself be so welcoming
“Sure you can come in
You’re just the guest I’ve been waiting for”
I couldn’t be happier that you’re here
I assume the rules are known
For this is where what means the most to me exist
And I know that means a lot to you, Right?
What do you mean you don’t like this room
You don’t look right in it anyways
Before I could even think….
I pushed you right back out of my house
What’s the deal with this house
No one is ever here to stay
I’m tired of living and building this house
Just then a man came too my door
I then asked him to come in
He told me to trust him to build a house for me
I could do nothing but trust him for that look in his eyes
He brought me out to a field
All I could see was a foundation made of stone
He said this is where I’ll begin
You must do what I say though
We began building on this house
And it was so amazing all that I learned
Out of that foundation we could build so many amazing things
Every time I tried to add something of my own it just wouldn’t fit into the design and would have to get torn down
I learned more and more to trust this architect the more I followed him
With time I learned nothing but building with this man and wanted to follow him forever
Just then I heard a knock at the door
The architect told me to open the door so I did
There was something so special about this person standing there
I wanted so badly to invite them in so I did
As they walked in through the door my vision of the house became clearer than ever
I realized that this person belonged here as much as I did
I didn’t mind sharing at all
And for some reason I knew they belonged there
There was not a thing this person wanted to change
Then, from that day on this person began building with me and the architect
No longer did I exist of build in vain for the lord built this house.

Waiting, Thinking, and Knowing

I take a step away
It’s the easiest thing to do
Here I am there you are
Where are you Who are you

Are these questions ever answered
We comfort in thoughts of our own

You have it all
I know this for sure
I look at you as I’ve looked before
I’ve known before, so well I’ve known

Here I sit all alone
Knowing’s got me this far
How much further could I go
How much further could we go

You have it all
You have me
One step away I’ll just look in
Waiting, Thinking, and Knowing

Poohang

Dingle berrys, dingle berrys come big and small
The taller you are the harder they fall
If I took a dump and only half came out
The rest would scream and probably shout
Knock me, Knock me, Knock me off
I just couldn’t shake it so I started to cough
Then with a bang I heard a big plop
From this point on I knew the pain would stop
Never again will I eat cheese
Cause next time it might take a sneeze.

Grasping For Straws (Written For Bobby A)

“You know how it is” he said
No, I can’t even imagine grasping for straws
You do what you can
You reach out your hand
You reach out your hand for anything near
I guess when your grasping
The choices you have are slim
Slims better than nothing when drinking is king
From the water of life
I’ll take any straw, cup, and lid
The reason I’ll grasp
The reason I’ll live
Is cause I have the faith of a mustard seed
No matter how hard I disagree
If what I need is a straw
A straw is exactly what I will achieve

Certainty/ Doubt

I’ve watched this young man
All through my life
He’s wandered here and wandered there
Thinking this and knowing that
Always sure but never really
Who can ever be sure
We all know something sometime
I know something for sure
This is because certainty is a friend of mine
At least he is now
Certainty will remain my friend
Why? Because I want no other
Even if certainty betrays me
Or doubt wants to flood my soul
This will never happen
Because I know what I want
And I’m sure
Never do I want to know another
In the the way that I know you

Unwatered Trees

I thought I had an idea
I realized I did
I threw my idea out the window
And it grew into a tree
No one ever saw the tree
But I’m sure it grew really big
Cause everytime I’d think of it
Man it sure seemed big
I’m tired now and that’s what happens
When your nuturing a kid
But everyone knows as well as I
It’s nothing like a kid
Just a thought that could have been
or would of never been
So here I give it up to you
Cause that’s all I really do
If you want a good idea
I’m the best there’s ever been
I’m the best at humm
Quitting on my dreams

B O L O G N A

Laying in a tent
Looking up at
Tent Top
Above Me
Not Below Me
Bologna is a tasty sandwich
And Made For
Everyone
To Eat

Dot to Dot

There’s this point in my life that never really ends
Because if it did I don’t think I could begin
I imagine beginnings and play the role for the day
But that is the point you know when you begin
If life were a dot to dot imagine the picture I’ve made
The points that I’ve made keep coming around again
Maybe my problem is I use a blue pen
I’ll embrace this picture and start using green
Stuck at a point and feel like a dot
I’ll turn that dot to a color instead
This picture I’m making is my life on a page

Unordinary Thirst

Last Night I met a Girl
And everything was right
Last night I met a girl
Who did everything alright
Last night I met a girl
Who spun my head like all the others
Right into the gutter
Or was it all the clutters
of our minds, her mind,must be mine
Problem is I mind. Last night I met a girl
I meet her every night
There’s never been a girl like you and never will there be
A piece of pie that taste so good
With her legs wrapped around me
Damn Girl, If you exploded high above the earth and sky and sea
I’m sure the sky would drench us with unordinary thirst
Quench it, Flood it, Burn it, Love it
Don’t matter what you do. Cause by and by, A day comes new
If it’s alright with you, can I know you and feel you
But first, Let’s see. DO YOU KNOW ME

Back Home

Here I am again
And right there you sit
Right in front of me
I thought you had left
You just changed your disguise

It’s time to chance
I decided this long ago
Why did you change your disguise
You didn’t have to
I would have chose this anyway

I’ve already chosen
After all
I chose the disguise
Here I am again my love

Songalong

Life is just a series of songs
And I’m living one song to the next
When I’m sad I feel like drinking
When I’m mad you’ll see the fighting side of me
Put your hand on my knee
And you’ll see the loving side of me
Cause I feel like making love
One song ends and the next begins
Oh, please god let the next be funky
And last all knight
In that great big fast machine
That keeps her motors clean way up in
The Sky
Then, when I wake from the night before
rock me out of bed and roll me a beer
May the music never die

The Easy Way

Without a purpose of being what is there to live for? Do we create our own purpose or is there a purpose embodied within us from the time of birth? Responsibility is a byproduct of purpose. There is only one purpose that is relevant to me and it is a byproduct of responsibility. I need to help my daughter through and make sense of her life. Why am I here? I can not live happily if I were to know it is simply to pass from birth to death. There are obviously rules that govern and shape our existence. Where did they come from? Does the child of a crack whore really have tha chance to be president? Maybe this is only reserved for the socially advantaged. What does it take to find joy and purpose? Should I search for these or just boucott them on grounds of selective unfairness? There’s one last question. Do we really make our own choices or are they just the result of something else? This, being random chance and our environment.

The Fort Within Her Head

My doll she’s the one for me

Cause she can make butter

She can make bread

Sometimes we go to the fort inside her head

 

Yesterday, we went to the store

She bought me some cards with marks on the side

She thought I could win some dough

When she went to pay the man

She tried to pay with a can

A can of my favorite berries (the ones with a dingle inside)

 

This is true

It is no lie

All we do is laugh inside

Watching him open the can

 

Thinking it was full of dough

He took a big whiff and

Smiled at us, took another sniff

And sent us on our way

 

He seemed really happy

I don’t know why

But this is the stuff that happens

In that fort inside her head

 

Back to the fort we went again

Now it’s dinner time

Time to eat

Inside the diner

In that fort inside her head

 

We decided to play some cards

I opened the deck, ace’s high

The waiter came “Our special is goldfish thigh”

She told him we’d have two

 

Wait, Is that two fish or four thigh

Cause everyone knows that a goldfish has two thighs

My doll spoke and said to him

We’ll just take

If it’s all right with you

The goldfish dingleberry stew.

Amen