| then up to the brain
Posted: 2/15/2007 4:46:04 AM | I may be the Midnight Rider's daughter
mother will never tell
Daddy's gone away again
and she's locked within herself
sometimes i lie in bed
while pictures weave their way
through my lucid mind
blinking like the neon nude signs
that Daddy seems to like
it's on these nights
these desperate, lonely nights
that i realize
i'm not the who i thought i was
nor the whom you thought i'd be
i'm only the one i've made up
wearing this shell of me
today i may be dirty
tomorrow queen of the prom
with no little blue hazy cure
i never know who i'm gonna put on
but, that's okay
that's the way Daddy likes me best
this is the me that makes him
laugh
cry
and wonder why
he didn't use that damn condom
when dear old Momma asked
.............................................
valentine's day, ha
why only once a year?
why not once a month
or week, or a certain time of
every day
to let those you love
know you love them
and that you'll try to stop
hurting them
like i do
thirteen should be unlucky
but, it's proven good to me
some things just take time to
notice
the little things,
so clearly wanting to be
taken for granted,
well, they just don't happen
as often
as indicated
as mindful
that's ok,
it's always ok
okokokok
..................... | |
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| go to sleep
Posted: 2/15/2007 9:55:35 AM | It will be all right my little one
no need for you to cry
I think all those soap operas
must have burnt your eyes
close them now and forget those things
you saw on the magic box
time to rest in your cozy bed
you can even leave on your socks
It will be all right my little one
daddy is here for you
I’ll keep you from harm without alarm
so warm and in comfort too
I’ll tuck you in so give us a smile
you know that’s always fun
a tickle and laugh with a story
but then I have to run
It will be all right my little one
when sleep fills in this day
sweet dreams of knights and rescue
just like a harlequin play
mom’s down stairs waiting
so I really need to go
now’s time to sleep as the moonlight creeps
over all the things you know
It will be all right my little one
we’ll be back at the blink of an eye
with a kiss on your head from both of us
back to sleep you fall with a sigh | |
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| go to forever with a fork in your hand
Posted: 2/20/2007 12:01:38 PM | if only life were really like
those damn soap opera spins
we could all just dance and play
and trade up with our sins
i never really understood
why the women needed to see
someone on the magic box
pretending to be me
sometimes those damn fairy stories
they tell a little truth
with botox lines, and firm behinds
the doc is the fountain of youth
no one looks at forty
the way they did at thirteen
but some women will pay any price
to try to be in between
i wish it were going to be alright
if only | |
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| not every thing giggles
Posted: 2/22/2007 11:21:33 AM | I've been away ,been neglecting my own thread
leaving the experts scratching their heads
I been practicing at being human
breathing the air once thought poison
buying all they sell but I'm still parallel
its such a small town
everybody knows everybody's been around
they deal ,they appeal then do their time
and that suits me just fine
but I think I've been deceived
by the sweetest of deaks
lonely people hang in the park
or do they ?
ya see I'm still new here
I don't know anyone
so I go there
pen clutched in hand
hoping against hope
that like minded people
may sit for a spell and talk
tell me whats new ,whats up
whats happening in this little town park
but its quiet today
nobody noticed the lonely man
clutching his pen in rigored hands
as he swings by the neck
from the loneliest tree in the park
Thanx Thorb ,Shadow and Ravin for filling in the spaces.........dan | |
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| God dot calm
Posted: 2/22/2007 11:44:31 AM | Waiting under that famous tree
Looking for bit of rope free
To enlighten himself with need
Spreading the mandrake seed
For the Lucky one to see.
It’s there by day he alone waits
In twilight mist he contemplates
Desire unfulfilled
Is this what god has willed?
Casting him to his fate
He cannot see the tree unfold
Spreading leaves of inner gold
He notices not the woman in blue
Walking alone on the path winding through
Bundled against his cold
A change of perspective is what it will take
Forbidden awareness secured by the snake
Clearing the fog from despairing eyes
Awaken desires still barley alive
With the fruit of the ripe mandrake | |
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| good God Dan ... a pen?
Posted: 2/22/2007 12:37:32 PM | Holy crap
what is that
he's holding in his hand
on the bench
surrounded with stench
is some strange lookin man
looks like a needle
or ice pick maybe
don't get too close
he's lookin quite shady
mumbling something
not quite to himself
seems he left home with an elf
or was that a pad
instead of a home
don't understand without a cellphone
text message me
or send an e mail
now what was that
someone's in jail
lost on the bench
geting close to dark
maybe I'll just get out of this park
too many weird guys
trying to smoke rope
holding strange objects
making bad jokes. | |
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| everything giggles if you listen really hard
Posted: 2/22/2007 1:51:24 PM | like minded people
everybody's the same
we've all got the guts
to get caught in our game
we've all taken measure
and come up quite short
to all that's expected
by our mindful cohorts
everybody knows everyone
and everyone looks away
there's so many lonelies
on that park bench today
we're just taking turns
using that pen
the one you hold hard
as if this is the end
no more notebooks
filled to the brim
lyrical happenstance
all at your whim
only force-fed tunes
through muggy earphones
trying too hard
to not look so stoned
don't think no one noticed
they took down your wrongs
when it's time to pay dues
and sing that same song
well, they'll know who you are
they know where you've been
they see who you consider
a fukk or a friend
all friends are fukks in the end
that tree there, the one you're
lonely swinging from?
well, we all know that tree.
we've all been hung by that rope
a time or two or three
that's why it's so smooth
around your swollen neck
it's been washed by the tears
that time won't let us forget | |
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| everything giggles
Posted: 2/22/2007 2:42:44 PM | You guys are the best of the best
nes you move me
Thorb you make me laugh out loud
Shadow you make it all surreal and fun
and you got a cheeky bum......chum | |
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| everything googles
Posted: 2/22/2007 6:11:01 PM | leery eyes and swift goodbyes
take me as i fall
simple sighs and forlorn cries
come on, take it all
the best of the best of all the rest
lying at your door
the mess of the nest is the quest
just tell me you are sure
this cozy smack of a little love shack
that you made oh-so-well
isn't tacked with spit and held with slack
and bricks from some old shell
that home i made to roam from
the one i weaved with care
stands alone, listen to the moans
of the souls no longer there
............
ah, lyric, you are truly a sight to see
a lyric to behold
and all that
while you were out, Nes and Thorb have been steady
blowin my mind and making me think of things i hadn't
or shouldn't, i can't decide
hey, just for you............LOL | |
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| a solitary containment
Posted: 3/2/2007 8:29:39 PM | there's a world of confusion spinning out of control
on the tip of my tongue like songs unsung
where once I had direction and processions of overflow
now there is none to prove unglued is undone
its all become a game ,a trash heap for my issues
a place for soiled shoes and recently redundant excuses
straddling a roadside holding a sign that said farther
thumb stuck in the air like I hate to be a bother
but I got to get away ,I can't take it any longer
with everyone saying I'm goin nowhere same as my father
he couldn't swallow the shame ,not without being beside her
now its nowhere or bust and I'm comin up on it way too fast
"so long" wrong
its been nice throwin ya
so long gone I even forget knowin ya
but thats the way it should be | |
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| a solitary containment
Posted: 3/3/2007 9:20:23 AM | the way it should be
is the way that it is
nowhere to run
nowhere to wizz
without some eyeball squintin to see
what was the colour of that there pee
take me a sample
send to the lab
see if its good
or will they be sad
finding the chemistry that compounds a soul
now that beats to hell their dna goal. | |
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| welcome to solitary confinement
Posted: 3/3/2007 11:48:44 AM | confusion's on the spinning bike,
down in Goldie's Gym
he's waiting there for loneliness
who promised to be with him
around the corner desolation
comes in to take a run
and self-pity fills the gym
while blaming everyone
we all know these basturds
they fill us every once in a while
it's not hard to get them to come
they do it fast, in style
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so long, so gone
so far so good
so sure, so strong
you never thought i would
but i did, yeah, i've done it
i took the reigns of fire
i pulled them back and laced them
and put them out for hire
i feel you even when
you're nowhere to be found
i wonder if you still hear me
when i'm not making a sound | |
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| welcome to hereditary insanity
Posted: 3/6/2007 3:33:53 PM | so there's this place i've been known to inhabit
when life gets a little rough and i just can't have it
i take off like a lunatic through the valley and hill
til i find that fountain and my little blue pill
i never actually swallow said azure temptation
i just sit and stare, studying the contemplation
take a pill, take a chill, take a break from all that's real
or let this confliction friction keep nipping at my heels
get it girl, get it, get it girl, you know you want it all
don't let him steal your light, don't let him see you fall
we all know what time it is, at the end of the day
we all know what make and model, and what he had to say
so take it in stride, be that luxurious freak inside
don't ever let them tell you what it is you need to hide | |
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| i am a retard lol - enjoy!
Posted: 3/8/2007 6:53:31 AM | As I look deep into your eyes
Do I see what I think I see
Or am I kiddin myself
Is it all make believe?
So little time has gone by
I hardly know you at all
But when I think of us
I wanna take the fall
But then I give my head a shake
An remind myself where I am
He is just a wild boy
Its probably all just pretend
So I pull my heart back inside
And tell myself I don’t feel what I feel
I mean its only been 2 weeks
Whats the big deal?
U don’t know him
He doesn’t know you
Hes has been threw many many
This u know is true
But still when his lips touch mine
Something happens inside
Something so strong I feel
I have to close my eyes and hide
I want this boy so bad
In every possible way
Not just today or tomorrow
But each and every day
But hes probably just playin me
Only time will tell
So until I know for sure
Should I climb back into my protective shell?
Or just jump in wit 2 feet
Take the risk I wanna take
How bad could it end?
Just in major heartbreak…….. | |
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| I'm a tool makers co-dependant
Posted: 3/9/2007 10:20:03 PM | I got a letter today ,it misspelled things I very barely even realized
it said it was all about me and i should pay attention ,the jig is up
I looked around for some sort of moral support or otherwise way out
there's no one looking over my shoulder no one looking out for me ,so who knows
is it so bad to be scared in any way but the right way the main stay ,can't explain away
the ones that make you face the day at wicked speed a promised dream of you and me
is it right or has it left a scar that's gone too far to ever be gone forever or never gone this long
its touching me disgusting me completely free ,of ozone in the great unknown ,I don't know.
its getting better some say ,media mongers sugar coating a daily surprise
details compounded with bodies they've counted as we all lean in to scrutinize
can white and black become colourful ,coexist in peaceful bliss ,does it get any better than this
rushing by our allotted time blink of an eye ,its gone nothings wrong I just wanted you to know
Hilliard William Daniels III { "hillbilly" } | |
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| I'm co-dependant on a tool
Posted: 3/13/2007 11:18:48 AM | as i'm waiting for time to take it's
forever stroll toward
the inevitable
i try
i try so hard to relax inside
to calm the nervous butterflies
that are making their way out
to quiet the voices
that speak so loud
insisting on my audience
telling me to get out while i can
with no regret, no ties to bind
i'm stuck somewhere between
hello and goodbye
and can't decide
which way to go
and a voice tells me:
"wherever the wind blows"
that sounds like a plan, Stan | |
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| I'm co-dependant on a tool
Posted: 3/13/2007 2:22:00 PM | Can I borrow the car
I need it for a date
can I borrow the car
if i don't I will be late for work
can i borrow the car
you know my alarm broke last week
can i borrow the car
I'll put gas in it.
can I borrow the car
I need to go to the library
can I borrow the car
we have band practice
can I borrow the car
your not doing anything
can I borrow the car
I can pick up something for you
[ah ... soon she will get married have her own] | |
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| I'm tooling out my dependence
Posted: 3/14/2007 5:53:48 AM | some day soon, down the aisle
of future hopes and dreams
i have three daughters myself
i hope they never ask to borrow my car
i'll make sure it's ugly and unloved
so they wouldn't dare to be seen
hovering around main street
in mom's old jalopy
factually, i would love
to invest my time and leisure
into a 1974 Chevy Nova
start out with a piece of shit
and make it into something beautiful
with my daughters
to teach them all the things
i never learned
learn with them along the way
so that they may never need a man around
to fix things
but want a man around
to fix things | |
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| constructing the perfect alibi
Posted: 3/14/2007 8:09:15 AM | so i can't heal the hurts
or take away the pain
i never laid my claim
to any such lies
but i would try
if you let me
let's intentionally mislead us
into a place we've never been
see how long it takes for the pain
to come rushing back again
time your riddles right
and take the road less traveled on
wear a bright blue sweater
that the thread's unraveled on
and i'll find you
i'll follow that string
into the hereafter
and find you
curled up in a blue ball of cashmere
waiting for me
to get off my lazy ass
and find you | |
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| destructing the personnel lullaby
Posted: 3/18/2007 9:43:09 PM | There is a collection of people who can't bridge the distance
lay down their resistance or insistence to fight
religion spawn passions once interwoven
preach intolerance as a definition of rights
I'd like to visit the purgatory the hippies called peace
get lost in their flowers ,grow a beard in my sleep
if ever this happens and I'm absent in reply
don't forget a little you is still coloring my eyes
Don't sell your soul for that life full of holes
spend it on mirrors and shiny brass poles
Do that and spot check over your shoulder
past misdirection to things you don't know
Till you find the road that once held its sway
left choices and freedom decided your days
when that was your right to face me and sigh
saying that someday would someday arrive
There's a problem with distance that deceives its views
with alters and old pews and needs to improve
Its all channel news I'm sure you've all heard
the peculiar indifference to God in His word
Can we not worship in awe of people and place
describe what we saw when coloring our own face
gaze in wide wonder all our cares far below
look in a little closer even maybe say hello
Don't sell your soul for that life full of holes
spend it on mirrors and shiny brass poles
Do that and spot check over your shoulder
past misdirection to things you don't know
Till you find where the road that once held its sway
left choices and freedom decided your days
when that was your right to face me and sigh
say someday would someday surely arrive | |
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| instructing the colours that reveal the sky
Posted: 3/23/2007 6:55:09 AM | still constructing the perfect alibi
towering over the "been there and tried"
adding some color to the gray in the skies
if only the only's would lay down and die
there's never a moment that passes me by
when i don't understand this life as a lie
i won't self-destruct or lay down and cry
but i'll wait for the day i can say my goodbyes
if ever the day comes that i disappear
there's always a pathway to there from here
a cozy fire and some piss warm beer
with some hard-core lovin' and leather gear
i'm going down to Copperhead Road
leaving behind this humble abode
gonna plant me some trees and get high off the land
then take to the road to follow The Band | |
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| inducing the rubble to conceal the eye
Posted: 3/30/2007 11:48:10 AM | My mothers seventy five and very much alive
she hums to herself behind everyone else
and still rises at five ,she helped build this country
she sees the need in foreign land
but feels the deceit in her own hand
when compassion turns out to be her money
she given since we were all natives
told we all had to pay for our eventual someday
I can hear her now in her old blue house dress
"Its a hard life I must confess
when you feel like you contributed to giving it all away"
Don't get me wrong ,I want to share
lend a hand and pretend I care
I just don't want to give it all away.
This ain't no protest song about all that's wrong
its simply my lay of the land before its all gone
my little something I just had to say
The Governor General has a heart
proud to be one of us
easily discards the obvious
the kitchens full its a crowded floor
someone should recognize it and shut the door | |
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| infusing the technicolor of time
Posted: 3/30/2007 6:53:42 PM | someone should recognize it
and slam the damn door
there's not enough money
for the homeless and poor
you're country is stalling
mine is just bust
there's nothing left here
but misuse of trust
so what do we do
at the end of the day?
they'll do what they want
they got it that way
we'll voice our concerns
and speak our minds
it's all dust on the duties
of their dirty behinds
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so run away
spirit yourself
to another time
another place
take yourself
another face
nothing recognizable
so no one knows it's you
and just be
that's where we all belong
in the "just be" aisle at
Walmart
looking for that
other one
who knows what the fukk
is really going on | |
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| ensuring the ultraviolet of rhyme
Posted: 4/5/2007 12:07:25 PM | I'm a little shaky on my pins today
I just mumble to myself "it makes no sense"
Its my only defence I'm ashamed to say ,again
I can't help it ,I can't make it go away
It starts before I discard my bed
it takes the place of a bullet through the head
A litany in cadence my statement of lucidity
my grip on the insanity and blinders to pain
its my escape to Graceland my quick getaway
its everything I think but am too afraid to say
It comes and it goes , rhythmic sedatives that encourages the toes
start tapping and relaxing ,open the mind and charge into that world of words
fire yeah a fantastical verb repeat all those crazy things you thought you heard
before you know it the spark has been struck and you're down and out for the count
and you too will mumble to yourself "it makes no sense"
In my defence its how we play the game | |
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| reassuring the point that takes all my time
Posted: 4/9/2007 12:06:48 PM | envisioning things crawling around in my bed
while visions of sugarplums dance in my head
there's never a good time to say goodbye
while the do's and the don'ts pile up to the sky
we grieve for what's lost, never seeking to find
that the thing we once wanted was left far behind
screaming in pain as we kicked in the dirt
atop of the grave of that old bleeding hurt
instead of taking it home to be healed
then setting it free from the seemingly real
we harbored and haunted that thing from the past
that came up so real, so alarmingly fast
we cried in disgust when we glimpsed in it's eyes
the lifelessness found behind that disguise
knowing the scream that no one would hear
was made out of love, instead of the fear
of falling so hard, into the unknown
where we all seem to live, whenever we're alone | |
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