What did 2020 teach?

 

Did you know?     November 2020.

What did 2020 teach us?

That the truth can no longer reach us?

We dont believe the news any more.

And we forgot what debate is for.

Yell & rant without listening.

Mock the other side's posturing.

Invent some facts, distort the truth.

Claim that they have on proof.

Disbelieve what sciences knows.

Count conspiracies on your toes.

Fight corruption and the elite.

Joining them is not a defeat.

Is the new normal, a kind of magic?

Or just another form of tragic?

I hope the next year will bring relief,

not more disasters beyond belief. 

 

 

Poem for a stormy night.

September Green 2020

The gale of November,

comes in September.

For it was global warming,

that caused the storming.

With every passing year,

the weather gets stranger.

But still many say;

there isn't any danger.

A few cry real loud; this can not be.

Even as fire leaps from tree to tree.

We have to stop sticking, our heads in the sand.

We have to take action, to save our home land.

The fact is the weather,

has gotten quite odd.

Even if you dismiss this,

with a casual nod.

Places will still be flooding and sinking,

while the wealth laugh and keep on drinking.

 

Looking Forward

September Blue.     2020

What joy is there with doom over my head,

each dawn is a fight to get out of bed.

Years of stress have tired me to the core,

its not just one hard day that has me sore.

There is no desire to start something new,

because I dont expect to see it through.

Worries about tomorrow plague me today,

they quietly fester and wont go away.

 

Another 2020 Moment

 

Song out of time.     August 2020

Every generation, likes to sing about change.

How things are unjust, and so very very strange.

Yea, every generation, has its own kind of blues.

Heart brakes and lying snakes, on the evening news.

You can fight the system, or flee to the hills.

You can find new strength, or a hand full of pills.

Everybody wants a ride, to get away,

under so much pressure, you just cant bear to stay.

When you hit rock bottom, turn your life around.

Or stay there crying, on the cold hard ground.

Everybody wants, to be happy in the end.

A bright shiny future, with a good solid friend. 

 

Song for Borderlands

 

Sun Baked Brains.     August 20202

Wandering in the Borderlands,

got a couple of guns in my hands.

Going to find a guy, named Jack.

My woman worries, I ain’t coming back.

 

Saw a pack of vicious mutant bugs,

the next day it was scavenger thugs.

Walking the wasteland is a real drag,

but Iv survived 60 days, so I can brag.

Wandering in the Borderlands,

got a couple of guns in my hands.

Came across a rundown corporate town,

the scags were singing, pull the moon down.

A sniper rifle, was my opening bid,

then I tossed in a turret, you know what that did.

Wandering in the Borderlands,

got a couple of guns in my hands.

 

 

and wait, there is more . . . 

 

 

On line RPG blues.

We need a hero, to save the village,

from the orcs, who loot and pillage.

Although we live in constant fear,

our merchants can still sell you gear.

We need a hero, to do what we can not,

by the way, can you untie this knot?

Slay an orc and a goblin or two,

then escort the princes, your half way threw.

One last quest is all you need to do,

now, answer this riddle with out any clue.

 

 

Stand to face the Past.

 

Poem for my Ghosts.      August 2020

Faces of the ones you loved, lost so long ago.

Changed by the days and years, of time’s ebb and flow.

Memories of the past, will haunt you.

In your mind, or in the body of someone you knew.

Out for revenge, never through with you.

Sins of the past, wont let you move on to something new.

Are they hurtful lies, or bitterly true?

Stand to fight or run in flight, what should you do?

Faces of the ones you loved, lost so long ago.

Changed by the days and years, of time’s ebb and flow. 

 

 

 

Struggles and Stress. 

Rainy night on the edge of doom.

Trying to avoid the gloom.

I face a foe, who holds all the cards.

Their heart, like mine, broken into shards.

Its hard to defend against your own kin,

these accusations of such great sin.

A rainy night full of awful dreams.

Memories, torn apart at the seems.

For so long Iv wanted to heal the hurt,

yet it seems they wish me buried in dirt.

Already the villain in this tail,

you’ll believe all they say without fail.

Not much hope, but I will stand and pray.

Dont wish them ill, but I will fight this day.

 

Some like it hot.

 

Summer Mystery 2020

...

Summer heat can melt your brain,

So compassion runs down the drain.

Everything will drive you mad,

So only cool air can make you glad.

...

Sweating in the awful heat,

I cant even think of what to eat.

As the sun caused me to rank and rave,

ice cream in the shade is what I crave.

....

Can you help me to find some place cool?

Perhaps a deep dark cavern pool?

Is this summer the hottest one in history?

Damn global warming is a big mystery.

 

 

Aim to be Creative

The Muse July 2020

You can seek the spark, high and low.

You can find her, any place you go.

Creativity is a fickle friend.

She comes in so suddenly,

then abandons you before the end.

You can grasp her, soft or tight,

in vivid dreams all through the night.

Ideas so brilliant and bright,

whispers of amazing insight,

then she is gone with the light.

Never think you own a muse so great.

Live your own life, before it is to late.

Take up your pen, like a sword.

Get to it, go on, do it.

Dont just sit there being board. 

Cowboy Wisdom

The Covid Shuffle July 2020

Saddle up my friends, get your masks on,

wash them hands and then we’re gone.

Gonna ride across the quarantine zone,

cause we just lost our sweet old home.

The plague is here, so grab another beer.

Its ok if you are strait or queer.

The end is near, the end is near,

so don't you shed another tear.

Saddle up friends, dont forget your gloves,

keep the sheep in line, so nobody shoves.

The danger is real, but dont give in to fear.

Look right careful, dont believe all you hear. 

Whats wrong now?

Summer Jam 2020 (Draft 1)

Sunrise on a new year?

No. That's Australia, burning bright.

Have a sip of this cold beer?

No. This Corona, doesn't taste quite right.

Trust your leader, cause he never lies.

Close the borders, not your eyes.

Read the tweets, and judge for yourself.

Is he a genius, or a deranged fat elf? 

Quarantine is what you’ve got to do,

no gatherings of more than two.

Stay inside with your supplies,

lysole and lots of french fries.

Course;

Now we are half way done the year,

Its a miracle, we are still here.

Yea half way done this stage.

Dank memes are still, all the rage.

Listen here, to the chant; Black Lives Matter.

Watch the cops move in; I dread the splatter.

That’s the justice protesters deserve.

Never mind trying to flatten the curve.

Old man standing in the way. 

Push em down, push em down.!

Young woman wants to have say. 

Push em down, push em down.!

Is that the way to make a nation great?

Or is it more fascist fuel for the hate?

I wonder, will we set anything right?

Or watch the city burn at night?

Course;

Now we are half way done the year,

Its a miracle, we are still here.

Yea half way done this stage.

Dank memes are still, all the rage.

...

Fade out;

Its complicated, all these events,

harmless plague and lawful brutality,

the unemployed still pair the rents,

fake news and flexible morality,

the homeless still living in tents.

peaceful riots and venality. 

The Second Summer Song 

 2020 July.

Well its 2020 and Im here to say,
we have survived one more day.

There is fire and flood, in our neighbourhood.
But that's ok,
Were gonna get through some way.

Did you hear about that thing?
Panic so bad makes my head ring.
We got riots and so many lies.
Pick a side and cut your ties.

Chorus;
The aliens arn’t coming.
The lizard men ain’t here.
We’ve just got each other,
to get through this year.
X2

So many people sick, of this corrupt place,
dreaming of being lost in deepest space.
Now you’ve gotta get up, and make a star.
Yer, its all messed up, but don't lose heart.

Did you hear about that guy?
He got me-too-ed, do you know why?
For what he did back in ‘65
now he ain’t coming out alive.

Chorus;
The aliens arn’t coming.
The lizard men ain’t here.
We’ve just got each other,
to get through this year.
X2

The Boss's Song.

Working Boulot. June 2020

Got to get up everyday... and slog to your job.

Can’t lay around like a... useless tittle slob.

No, no, you got working boulot.

You need to slave away... get it done on time.

Don't be late or debate... you lazy pond slime.

It never ends, wind rain or snow... every day we go working boulot.

working boulot, working boulot... every day we go working boulot.

If you want some cash... to get ahead.

You can’t lay about... all day in bed.

No, no, you got working boulot.

And if you want peace and quiet... we don’t have that here.

You better wait till your done... before you open the beer.

It never ends, wind rain or snow... every day we go working boulot.

working boulot, working boulot... every day we go working boulot.

But every now and then... you will get paid.

Be the king of the world... and get yourself laid. (find yourself a maid)

Ya, Ya, that’s a life of working boulot.

What do Cars represet?

2020 Road Trip                June 2020

Cars got the right of way,

now darling,

cars got the right of way.

If you aint happy with your life now,

you know what to say.

If you aint down with all that business,

you dont have to stay.

Cars got the right of way,

now honey,

cars got the right of way.

Can you scream about whats right?

Light the fires in the night.

Can you cry for murdered trees?

Toxic air and the dead bees?

But all the time this shit is going on,

Im gonna keep on singing this song.

Cars got the right of way,

now baby,

cars got the right of way.

Cars got the right of way,

not sheeple,

cars are here to stay.

(Fade out)

You better be cool, you better not toke.

This aint no lie, or a sick joke.

Your stuck here will all the rest of us,

the wheels they done fallen off the bus.

Half as Angry

The Grunge Song Revisit.       May 2020

I will not share my pain and sorrow.

All my regrets you will not see.

Adrift today and tomorrow.

I hope you don't turn out like me.

Goodbye my wife...,

always in my heart, just like this knife.

You may know some loss and heartache.

Many nights having smashed the wall.

Pressure from all sides, so hard to take.

Can you face it standing tall?

Goodbye my love...,

Im at the edge, waiting for a shove.

Smile and help all those around you.

Do the small things that you can.

Hope redemption maybe true.

Don’t be an ass hole, that's the plan.

Goodbye my rage...,

its time to get out, of this cage. 

The Grunge Song           2016

I only share my pain and anguish

my happiness I save for me.

In a life filled with tragedy

my secret joy you will not see.

By the knife, we seek to find some happy life.

In de-ni-al, every dream will end in strife.

As I make my own path

I know it can never last.

Like the flowers they are lies

bright and shinny they die fast.

All my life, Iv seen the tears come crashing down

In de-ni-al, sad smiles worn like a crown.

I want to scream my sorrows

eventhough Iv no regrets.

We plan and skeam for tomorrow

draw your cards, place your bets.

Purple Night

 Storm Tree from May Three 

 

 Spooky tree before the storm,
can the lightning keep me warm?

 
Will the night bring cold dread,
of past monsters under your bed?

 
Reach a hand up to the sky,
never give up be brave and try.

Follow the Rabbit.

Super Silly Song of 4-20 2020

Down the rabbit hole we go,

Grab my carrot, don't be slow.

When the music starts to play,

you have to dance, it is not gay.

Im not rich or famous, not at all,

but Im quite slim and rather tall.

Grab hold of me, spin round the floor,

your so damn hot, I cant take no more.

This feeling, better than any drug,

kicks my ass, like a class A thug.

My head spins round this magical night,

Your breasts so soft, your jeans so tight.

From the peak your name I scream,

then I wake up, it was all a dream.

Happiness down the rabbit hole,

isn’t that everyone’s goal? 

Part of each line was suggested by a friend and I had to work it. 

Turns out I can still pull an innuendo out of my.... mind.   

Sunset & Friends

Friends  

March 2020

In good times and bad,

when you are happy or sad,

Who stands with you now?

A few friends who know how.

When life’s storms blow you down,

and everyone looks on you with a frown,

Will there be anyone to help you out?

A friend to give you a cheerful shout.

It is a very lucky thing to have a friend,

who will stand with you to the end.

In fire, persecution and flood,

they may even give you their blood.

So if you have a friend this great,

be sure to put some food on their plate.

Do for them, what they do for you,

keep the friendship alive and true.

Sunset  

April 2020.

Do you want to date an introvert?

Do you want to avoid getting hurt?

Listen close to what I say.

Dont think about it all day.

Just go out in play in the dirt.

....

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Or just some relaxing masturbation?

Dont listen to what experts say.

Dont think about it all day.

Just go on that vacation.

.....

What is your biggest fear, in this mean old life?

The banker, the baker, the man with the knife?

You can walk, but dont run away.

You can take, but dont expect to stay.

To be happy just keep away from all that strife.