To Avoid Death

Lesson on Living

Living on borrowed time,

is not very good for you.

A thousand things to do,

so much stress to get through.

Living with an axe,

hanging over your head.

Wondering what you can say,

to avoid ending up dead.

This is a lament,

for what the future may hold.

This is anxiety,

for how you may grow old.

Living in the moment,

is what you need to achieve.

We can each do some good,

is what I want to believe.

Living is not easy,

who ever said it would be?

We can each do some good,

try it, then you'll see.

 

How Can We Sleep?

Pop goes the Culture. 

  Nov, 2021.

A vampire on the cover, of Life magazine.

A modern subversion, like you've never seen.

Welcome to the endarkeing,

a brave new world,

on witch we're embarking.

All that we learned in the enlightenment,

Tossed into a hole covered with cement.

Praise for the robber, lire and thief,

so we elected him, commander and chief.

And if you don't like it, you can tweet, rant and rave.

But we will be laughing, as we rise from our grave. 

 

Into the Outback

Sitting on a cliff side, looking out over the land.

My head feeling fuzzy, my mouth all full of sand.

The days are so very hot, oppressive is the sun.

With nights cold and clear, one could have a little fun.

This is the place I go, when I have to get away.

Harsh yet so beautiful, sometimes I just want to stay.

Out here in the Outback, away from concrete and glass.

No boss to make demands, while I relax upon my ass.

Running the rat race all the time, is an unhealthy obsession.

So we all need a place to escape from life's depression.

 

Out here in the Outback, away from concrete and glass.

No boss to make demands, while I relax upon my ass.

 

 

November No Rain

 

Your Zone.  

November 11, 2021

Sitting in your comfort zone,

connected to everything,

yet still all alone.

You pass the days,

with your friend mouse,

wondering if you can ever leave the house.

The old folks were, always on the go.

But for you, time passes way to slow.

You should have it now.!.

That is the slogan you've been fed.

Everything on demand.!.

Good times rolling till your dead.

The old folks always had, money in the bank.

But for you, the economy is deep in the tank.

You should have it now.!.

That is the slogan you've been fed.

Everything on demand.!.

Good times rolling till your dead.

Staring through the window pane.

Disconnected from everything,

except the pain. 

 

October Titles

 

Thanksgiving Day Labour.  

October 11. 

 

Summer is passing, into winter's cold embrace.

I feel these walls falling, I gotta get out of this place.

Its a slow day at the subway,

Nothing much to do,

but I need the pay. 

 

Working nonstop, is what they want you to do.

No taking a break, there's a ton of work for you. 

 

Its an autumn day, cold and clear,

leaves changing colours,

but all I want is a beer.

Watch the cars drive by,

wonder who will stop.

Bet on the sandwich,

and what goes on top. 

 

 

 

Halloween 2021 Rebellion Song

(Inspired by the tune of a Billy Joel song.)

There is evil in smiling faces,

back stabbing, sweet embraces,

people who will use you, any way that they can.

Creatures of corporate greed,

always desperate to feed,

abusing you, is just a small part of their plan.

Am I crazy of is it true,

that Big Brother really loves you?

and we all, should be working for the Man?

Now say, it isn't so,

all this shit, has to go!

But I just cant give up, my safe space.

So if you want change to come,

you have to get up off your bum,

and realize, you don't live in a healthy place.

Brake away from your cell phone,

stop being a simple minded drone.

Go see the world around you, face to face.

You know if this one is for you.

The Internet is for Poem

There is life outside your phone,

I truly do believe that.

A world outside the internet,

I was told by a talking cat.

Stop texting for a while,

you can see what is out there.

Stop posting about the dog,

You can live like you care.

Follow me down the rabbit hole,

never mind where it may go.

It is time to get outside,

come along for the ride.

Have you ever seen a bear,

deep back in the wood?

Have you ever volunteered,

to do communal good?

Stop taking selfies,

every time you have food.

Try talking to people,

even if they seem rude.

 

The 3 Blues

 

Monday Night Blues 

Sitting here, on the edge of a knife.

Contemplating about all, of my life.

A thousand dreams left undone,

Words of wisdom for my son.

What more can I do,

than wish that I had not lost you.

Regret the trouble I put you through.

Struggle to build something new.

Now, I know who I am, and I know what you see.

There are so damn few, who give a damn about me.

There is no good in saying; that you really care,

if in the tough times, you just are not there.

But I am the bad guy of this tail,

so its ok to hope that I fail.

Hate on me, if that helps you survive,

but don't expect me to stop being alive.

What more can I do,

than wish that I had not lost you.

Regret the trouble I put you through.

Struggle to build something new.

.............................

Darker than Blue.

Nothing matters anymore,

when your alone,

hopeless crying on the floor.

What can encourage you,

faced with all the troubles,

you are going through?

Sometimes the best you can do,

is pass another day,

pretending not to be so blue.

After struggling all this way,

you just cant believe it,

when they say; it will be ok.

....................

Legacy for Crows 

What is it that defines you,

the actions you take,

or the things you say?

What is it they remember,

the rules you brake,

or the debts you pay?

How much can you paint, the image they have of you in their head?

How will they speak of you, when they think that your dead?

The truth is, that you have no control

over how they see you.

The only power, in your hands,

is over what you do.

The Big 50

 

Happy Birthday.  July 10, 2021

The wind calls my name, from many years ago.

The sand castle stands, as the tide rolls in slow.

Its a bright day outside, but there's darkness on my heart.

Its been a good ride, but now its soon time to depart. 

 

Life flows in chapters, not measured in years.

Joys and sorrows, shared and borrowed,

some are mine some are yours.

I know life isn't fair, it takes and gives without much reason.

But don't give up hope, your luck can change with the season.

Doing well with your time, that really is the goal.

Through pain and pleasure to find peace in your soul.

Now for something fun and silly, because Im not sad everyday.

D&D Adventure Time

All through the sewer pipes,

the thieves guild chased the wizard,

the monk, he thought it was all in fun,

CLANG! Goes the fighter.

Walls closing in. July 20, 2021

There's a spider in my brain,

spinning webs to ease the pain,

as my life goes down the drain.

There's a room in this house,

that I share with a moues,

as I live without a spouse.

This is not a happy song, but please sing along.

This is not an angry song, so please pass the bong.

Now the spider has a goal,

he hopes to save my soul,

but its me who pays the toll.

Can he save me from this doom,

sweep troubles away with a broom,

bring peace to life here in this room? 

 

... ... ... 

 

My Dragon Darling

 

Relationship Issues.  July 09, 2021.

She likes to tango, every time it rains.

Likes hot banana peppers, when she eats brains.

You know I love her, from head to tail.

You know she loves me, broke me out of jail.

She is my dragon darling, princess of the undead.

So sexy and evil, cant get her out of my head.

No, seriously, help me, she has mind control powers.

That's why I stair at her transfixed for hours and hours.

She's my dragon darling, but sometimes its so hard.

Like when she breaths fire into the neighbour's yard.

Some folks hope that she will, simply fly away.

Others are betting, she will devour me some day.

But I still love her, from head to tail.

And I believe she loves me, without fail.

Because she's my dragon darling, princess of the undead.

So sexy and evil. Just cant get her out of my head. 

 

 

 

 

My Dragon Darling - late 2022 edit. 

Relationship Issues.  

She loves to tango, every time it rains.

Likes hot banana peppers, when she eats brains.

You know I love her, from head to tail.

You know she loves me, broke me out of jail.

She's my dragon darling, princess of the undead.

So sexy and so evil, cant get her out of my head.

No, seriously, help me, she has mind control powers.

That's why I stair at her, transfixed for hours and hours.

She's my dragon darling, but sometimes its so hard.

Like when she breaths fire into the neighbour's yard.

She's my dragon darling, princess of the undead.

So sexy and so evil, cant get her out of my head.

Now some folks hope, that she will, simply fly away.

Others are betting, she will devour me some day.

But I still love her, love her from head to tail.

And I believe she loves me, loves me without fail.

Because she's my dragon darling, princess of the undead.

So sexy and evil. Just cant get her out of my head. 

A Challenge 4 us all.

 

So many, So few.   July 2021

Its a challenge everyday, to make your own way,

doing what is right, not just what they say.

Too many cooks, chaos in the kitchen.

Too many crooks, profits in the penthouse.

So many sheeple, believing all the bull shit.

So few people, bringing us balance.

Its a challenge everyday, to make your own way,

doing what is right, not just what they say.

So give me something, to sing about.

Some emotion, without any doubt.

Help me find, the missing part.

Light a fire deep in my heart.

 

 

For Duke

 

Summer Vampire Song 2021

Embrace the night, let your fears die.

Turn off the light, you know full well why.

Its time to dance, dont hesitate any more.

Just take a chance, get your soul out on the floor.

Feel the blood, flowing wild.

Taste the heat, of the thrill.

How long since you last smiled,

as you moved in for the kill?

This is not a love song,

about tenderness and need.

This is a cry, loud and long,

about the hunger to feed. 

 

 

Quest 4 Happyness

 

The Quest for Happiness. June 26, 2021

I want to feel free. I bet you do too.

But what things bind us? I wish that I knew.

A thousand tasks to do everyday.

A million problems to get in the way.

A billion people, each wanting a nice life.

A trillion ways, we cause each other strife.

You cant cut the chains, till you know how their made.

You cant buy love, till you get paid.

But I want to feel free, illusion or not.

My perception is really all that Iv got.

We are all slaves, to what we value most.

Struggle till you die, then live as a ghost. 

 

 

When Doom is Upon You

Day of the Jackaloon.      May, 2021

The hardest thing there is to do,

have a nice day, when doom is upon you.

Being glum does not help at all,

but its real hard to have a ball,

when doom is upon you.

Its always there in your head,

soon to be over and you to be dead.

Try to smile and laugh at life,

don't cause others so much strife,

when doom is upon you.

Maybe you can escape your doom,

As much chance as a flight to the moon.

When there's life there's hope.

You can cling to that,

or you can cuddle with a cat.

When doom is upon you.

 

 

Every poet is a loser.

Poetry in Motion.      May, 2021.

...

Not every poem is a winner,

rhyming like a beautiful song.

But every poet is a loser,

having seen so much that went wrong.

...

There aren't many happy songs about success.

We mostly wright about struggle and stress.

Joyful times don't inspire like pain.

We laugh in the sun, wright in the rain.

...

Not every poem is a winner,

memorable and moving.

But every poet is a loser,

his own words are never soothing.

 

 

 

A somwhat sad song.

Flowers by the Goth Gate. April 2021.

...

Can you see me standing there,

just a shadow of the past.

Love is patient, Love is kind,

but just how long can it last?

...

Flowers push out of the dirt,

to bloom in the sun.

People push down the hurt,

fake smiles while having fun.

...

We each want to be understood,

not forgotten like the snow.

We all need a helping hand,

but some debts you should not owe.

...

The wind calls out her name,

I can still hear her voice.

A thousand days passed away,

forever regretting my choice. 

the End in Sight

To be the last Poem  of  2021

If you knew the end was coming,

what would you do?

See all your favourite old spots,

or visit some place new?

If you have 300 days,

the end feels far way.

No rush to change activities,

you continue work and play.

But always deep down,

you feel the creeping doom.

No pint to start a new thing,

just ward away the gloom.

Now if it was a certainty,

you think you would do more.

Yet there is a sliver of a chance,

to escape from doom's door.

Procrastination is your friend,

as it has all ways been.

Half an effort is better than none,

and its the best they've ever seen.

Count the good you have done,

ponder the projects yet to begin.

Consider how you helped them all,

but it is outweighed by that one sin.

Maybe you are not the sort,

to give in to despair.

Yet you never really know,

till your in the dragon's lair.

Fight to the end, its very brave.

Lose all that you have earned.

Drift in dreams of the past.

Ponder what you have learned. 

 

 

Note; This was written in April of 2021, with the intent of being the last poem I will post before I face the doom I know is coming for me later in this year.

 

Do the right thing

 

Advice for Help.     Feb 14, 2021

Do the right thing,

dont ask me why.

Drink when your hungry.

Laugh when you cry.

Do unto others,

before they do it to you.

Be reasonable when possible,

and to yourself always be true.

Some will hate you,

even if you re nice.

People are uncaring,

so dont skate on thin ice.

Dont take advantage,

of the helpless or week.

Dont volunteer,

for a trip up shit's creek.

Dont believe everything,

you see on the net.

Dont accept what they say,

is a sure fire bet.

Be kind to others,

expect nothing in return.

Protect yourself at all times,

let the motherfuckers burn.

Now if you think this song

is depressing and mean,

send me a dollar,

and I'll write one thats clean. 

 

Winter with a big stick.

Poem for the coming storm. Feb 16, 2021. 

... 

Snowflakes are falling on the ground. 

Im not even sure if the earth is round. ...

So many changes face us today.

Its not even safe to go out to play. ...

Nothing seems like it was before. 

A million problems at your door. ...

Truth is stranger than you think. 

Sit and listen, but you'll need a drink. ...

Its not the end, not even close. 

Its just us humans acting gross. ...

Greed for money and for power. 

Right up until the darkest hour. ... 

Change does not come easy or quick. 

Sometimes you need a really big stick. ... 

We could make life better for all the people. 

But the elite prefer to keep us all sheeple.