Right here amongst thee, in the land of the free
Greed Supersedes all those in need
You might agree, concept flawed to me
we leave those in need, in needless bankruptcy
It may not be a civil right,
like it is to read & write,
dont mean it's not right,
what about Human rights?
And when you've lost your way
When misfortune's met your day
When things dont turnout okay
Then will you see it my way?
You dont tie the tie till the shirt is on
And you dont button your pants till after you put 'em on
And you dont play the hit till you write the song
And the night dont end till the sun says its dawn
And you just roll your eyes an yawn, and say...
Somebody's gotta be the pawn, well...
I dont wanna be your pawn, no no....
The sick on our soil, ignored, left foiled...
As our elite-elect pick-n-select how exactly t’shell-out the spoils
It may not be a civil right,
like it is to read & write,
dont mean it's not right,
what about Human rights?
You dont tie the tie till the shirt is on
And you dont button your pants till after you put 'em on
And you dont play the hit till you write the song
And the night dont end till the sun says its dawn
They say in chess, at times, ya gotta give up a pawn...
There's an order of Operations...
It dont take no fancy calculations
We just need to take of the sick..
In Our proud Nation, In this proud Nation...
Go and turn your back to strife,
you'll survive, but see, to me, it's more
Its another human's life
Your (socialist) paranoia,
t'change, thrown 'round like loose change,
ya know, It might just destroy ya.
But Please, for me, just try to see, Please just ponder the plight
Cuz Madam & Mister we're all brothers and sisters
Health care (to me) should be a HUMAN RIGHT!
How can we just sit there and watch, watch it like the clock,
calm, As one of our own, alone, sits there and rots
How could we just watch and stare, stare indifferent at care,
apathetic, As one of our own, sick alone, seeks treatment with prayer
And when you're in need of care, go and care away
Left dying, wondering if Heaven's got a co-pay
You dont tie the tie till the shirt is on
And you dont button your pants till after you put 'em on
And you dont play the hit till you write the song
And the night dont end till the sun says its dawn
But you just roll your eyes and yawn....
Sure call me a socialist, As we stand together on this socialist encroachment
Ya know, the road, our road, the same road, both leading us home
Pick up a phone and call someone in the know
How 'bout moral accountability, for us to live civilly
We're only as strong as our weakest link
You point to financial burdens, and how things will worsen
Get Worse? Is that tongue in cheek?
Funds are ample, says our budget for Bombs
bombs, come before health?
Sleep shade Blinders on, go on and singalong,
Killing, killing in stealth
How 'bout bombing the system...?
Ya know, "the system," the system that missed ya
It may not be a civil right, but what about Human rights?
Since when's a life not a life? For real, is a life now not a Life?
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword...
I just wrote this one out on the lake and came in specifically to type it up. It's a somber Johnny Cash-type song. I've written a few other notes this week that I'll be putting up here, but they need to be tweaked first. This one took me literally about 8 minutes to write. The good ones usually are the easiest, at least in my experience. However, I will definitely be tweaking this one and adding onto it or something. And for what it's worth, this is the first time I've ever felt any anger come through in a poem. It felt justified though. And although there's anger in there, it's not violent anger. It's more just sad (if that makes sense).
Now this Big Old Boy
Was Deaf and Dumb
Tall and Dark
w/ no use for his tongue
But with his blade
His song was sung
And I wear the scars
That cant be undone
See on my body
these scars are hung
Stabbed in the back
Stabbed in the lung
Chorus-
You took a whole outta Me!!!!!!!!
But I aint going out that easily!!!
(no, no, no....no)
"Off with his head"
He must have thought
When he jumped and sliced
And thoroughly chopped
And over What?
A couple of girls?
Gonna use that knife to take me outta this world?
Jugular vein - barely spared
And you claim to be innocent, you don't even care
But I nearly died - Care you should
Fucking Rot in Hell Andre Hood
(chorus)
And Mr. Green, your little buddy
He can go too
At least I knocked him funny
And I dont get you, but you are a bad man
Writing a story, with a knife in your hand
My flesh your paper
My skin your notebook
And w/ that cursive you scribbled
My life you almost took
And they say "dont judge a book, by it's cover"
But I've read enough of you, to pity you brother
(chorus)
You claim you're the victim
Handicap Signing your buffer
In my opinion it should be
One eye for another.
You are a bad human
You define "No Good"
Fucking Rot in Hell Andre Hood
Now this Big Old Boy
Was Deaf and Dumb
Tall and Dark
w/ no use for his tongue
But with his blade
His song was sung
And I wear the scars
That cant be undone
See on my body
these scars are hung
Stabbed in the back
Stabbed in the lung
Chorus-
You took a whole outta Me!!!!!!!!
But I aint going out that easily!!!
(no, no, no....no)
"Off with his head"
He must have thought
When he jumped and sliced
And thoroughly chopped
And over What?
A couple of girls?
Gonna use that knife to take me outta this world?
Jugular vein - barely spared
And you claim to be innocent, you don't even care
But I nearly died - Care you should
Fucking Rot in Hell Andre Hood
(chorus)
And Mr. Green, your little buddy
He can go too
At least I knocked him funny
And I dont get you, but you are a bad man
Writing a story, with a knife in your hand
My flesh your paper
My skin your notebook
And w/ that cursive you scribbled
My life you almost took
And they say "dont judge a book, by it's cover"
But I've read enough of you, to pity you brother
(chorus)
You claim you're the victim
Handicap Signing your buffer
In my opinion it should be
One eye for another.
You are a bad human
You define "No Good"
Fucking Rot in Hell Andre Hood
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Ashley Ashley
Okay, I wrote this one a couple months ago for this girl Ashley I was hanging out with at the time. I have mixed feelings about posting this one but I like the poem, and that's why I created this blog, so I might as well. Needless to say, Ashley and I dont talk anymore, she must not have liked the poem much. Ha! (Hi Ashley! Just in case you found my blog.) Further, the version I'm posting now is a little different than the original. I made some modifications putting it to music with Charlie - that funky little red headed guitar player I live with. And finally, to explain the theme; Ashley is currently in art school school studying design/marketing. You should be able to figure out the rest. Enjoy! (And maybe, possibly, if you're bored or something, leave a comment since my blog doesnt have any yet!)
Ashely, Ashley
Just who might you be?
A cute girl - yeah
A Fine lady - for me...
Fashionably Savvy
With a Penchant for Design
Out on the town
She's dressed to the nines...
She's Sassy & Swank
Devising all Ways
Chic & Complete
Like a fine Cabernet...
Up in her heels
Full of Ambition
The runway's an instrument
She's the musician
Composing each Verse
Note and every lyric
Of this sweet little ballad
She wrote with her spirit
The song is a hit
A Smashing Success
The crowd Raves with applause
As she gives them her best...
Oh..what a show!
Her Designs were Fantastic
Clean and Contemporary
But timeless and nostalgic
Now it's been just a few weeks
Since I first saw her face
We chatted it up
Like there's no time to waste
So far so good
A budding admiration
Charging ahead
Seeking your approbation
I've worked for your laughs, smiles and glances...
Hoping that maybe you'll tolerate my antics....
Ashely, Ashley
Just who might you be?
A cute girl - yeah
A Fine lady - for me...
Fashionably Savvy
With a Penchant for Design
Out on the town
She's dressed to the nines...
She's Sassy & Swank
Devising all Ways
Chic & Complete
Like a fine Cabernet...
Up in her heels
Full of Ambition
The runway's an instrument
She's the musician
Composing each Verse
Note and every lyric
Of this sweet little ballad
She wrote with her spirit
The song is a hit
A Smashing Success
The crowd Raves with applause
As she gives them her best...
Oh..what a show!
Her Designs were Fantastic
Clean and Contemporary
But timeless and nostalgic
Now it's been just a few weeks
Since I first saw her face
We chatted it up
Like there's no time to waste
So far so good
A budding admiration
Charging ahead
Seeking your approbation
I've worked for your laughs, smiles and glances...
Hoping that maybe you'll tolerate my antics....
Friday, July 10, 2009
My Perfect Girl
Here's a little song I wrote the other day. As always it's a work in progress and subject to change. Let me know what you think, or if there's something that you dont get. The chorus is the name of the strings.
She’s a gorgeous lil Gal
Nice slender fret board
Bold Beautiful body
Her Skirt a pick-guard
She don’t know her weight
But she dances on the scale
Moving through Octaves
Like finger tips on Braille
Jumping her Frets
Like a runner over hurdles
Plucking her wires
Screaming, "Sing for me Girl!"
And oh when she sings
It’s a magnificent sound
Belting out her number
With a strap for a Gown
Just Six Strings and Me
Out on a date
Singing and Dancing
Acoustic Music our fate
Out by the fire
Swaying and Singing
Holding her tight
Harmonizing the evening
I call her:
Evelyn
Anna
Dianna
Guenovere
(two count pause)
Beverly
extraordinaire
-repeat
I don’t have to buy her presents
Dinner or Gifts
She never makes demands
Or “Honey-Do” lists
She never complains
Bickers or moans
Defines the term Sexy
Cuz she never wears clothes
I think I might be in love
She’s my favorite girl
Intimately mine
But known all over the world
She can sing country
Or Belt out the Blues
Rock-out with the Best
She’s Melodically infused
(chorus)
I tickle her neck
While strumming her strings
And she jumps with excitement
And lets out a scream
She speaks all dialects
Knows every lexicon
Sings in every accent
When she’s playing her song
Rockin’ Chords tough
Or picked soft with grace
Like stunning cheek bones
Inlays on her face
Yeah I'm Pretty sure I could
Spend the rest of my days
With just her and me
My Guitar my Soul Mate
(chorus)
(Out for) a Double Date
With her Friend Violin
And my buddy Cello,
We sound Amazin'
Carrying a tune
Courting these ladies
More instruments joining in
This Date’s getting crazy
It’s a full blown party
Everyone’s dancing
The drums and The Bass
Have a Jazz beat bouncin’
In walks Sax
With his whole Brass Crew
Horns start blaring
And the piano too
The percussion gang
has been setting the beat
Doing it right,
Moving people’s feet
Cymbals chime in
and Bells start ringing
I hear Clarinet hittin' notes
and Harmonica Singing
Our band’s infinitely pieced
And man we sound great
This is why I love it
when we go on group dates
(chorus)
She’s a gorgeous lil Gal
Nice slender fret board
Bold Beautiful body
Her Skirt a pick-guard
She don’t know her weight
But she dances on the scale
Moving through Octaves
Like finger tips on Braille
Jumping her Frets
Like a runner over hurdles
Plucking her wires
Screaming, "Sing for me Girl!"
And oh when she sings
It’s a magnificent sound
Belting out her number
With a strap for a Gown
Just Six Strings and Me
Out on a date
Singing and Dancing
Acoustic Music our fate
Out by the fire
Swaying and Singing
Holding her tight
Harmonizing the evening
I call her:
Evelyn
Anna
Dianna
Guenovere
(two count pause)
Beverly
extraordinaire
-repeat
I don’t have to buy her presents
Dinner or Gifts
She never makes demands
Or “Honey-Do” lists
She never complains
Bickers or moans
Defines the term Sexy
Cuz she never wears clothes
I think I might be in love
She’s my favorite girl
Intimately mine
But known all over the world
She can sing country
Or Belt out the Blues
Rock-out with the Best
She’s Melodically infused
(chorus)
I tickle her neck
While strumming her strings
And she jumps with excitement
And lets out a scream
She speaks all dialects
Knows every lexicon
Sings in every accent
When she’s playing her song
Rockin’ Chords tough
Or picked soft with grace
Like stunning cheek bones
Inlays on her face
Yeah I'm Pretty sure I could
Spend the rest of my days
With just her and me
My Guitar my Soul Mate
(chorus)
(Out for) a Double Date
With her Friend Violin
And my buddy Cello,
We sound Amazin'
Carrying a tune
Courting these ladies
More instruments joining in
This Date’s getting crazy
It’s a full blown party
Everyone’s dancing
The drums and The Bass
Have a Jazz beat bouncin’
In walks Sax
With his whole Brass Crew
Horns start blaring
And the piano too
The percussion gang
has been setting the beat
Doing it right,
Moving people’s feet
Cymbals chime in
and Bells start ringing
I hear Clarinet hittin' notes
and Harmonica Singing
Our band’s infinitely pieced
And man we sound great
This is why I love it
when we go on group dates
(chorus)
To my Dear Friend Megan Roger Hampton
I wrote this to Megan for her 26th birthday. Everything in this poem is based on facts. Megan seriously had a dolphin ring.
Megan Roger Hampton: A confidant and a lifelong Friend
Ms. Paris’ Class
Sitting across from me
Ribbon in your hair
Wearing a Dolphin Ring
Friendship Established
Nineteen Ninety Three
Sixth Grade at Whitford
Hallway B
Mr. Maki, Mr. Riggs
Can’t forget Mrs. Baker
or the Goth “BJ”
Dressed like "The Undertaker”
You w/ James Steele
Or was it Gonzales?
Us little punks
Pretending to be lawless
Lynz, Steph, Erin, Allison and Liz
You, Whitney and us boyz, Crazy Kidz
Then onto High School
Nineteen Ninety Six
Green and Gold for a year
Then back in the mix
Back to BHS
Reunited
Had all your old friends
Super Excited
But up on the hill
Come snow Season
Academy bound
Ski Passion The Reason
And some turbulent times
Too many Friends passed away
Fitz and Monahan
Gave reason to Pray
'99 State Champs
To Kris Tyacke’s Fall
Counselors flooded the campus
Every Classroom and Hall
High School Graduation
And you’re off to Eugene
Rooting for the Ducks
In your yellow and green
Ups & Downs
Cancer Party in Sunriver
Or Up at your cabin
Sleddin’ in the Winter
We made it though
Here we are!
Been friends all this time
I’ve just added a few scars
It’s been a fun ride
I’ll say it again
A lifelong Friendship
With Megan Roger Hampton!!
Megan Roger Hampton: A confidant and a lifelong Friend
Ms. Paris’ Class
Sitting across from me
Ribbon in your hair
Wearing a Dolphin Ring
Friendship Established
Nineteen Ninety Three
Sixth Grade at Whitford
Hallway B
Mr. Maki, Mr. Riggs
Can’t forget Mrs. Baker
or the Goth “BJ”
Dressed like "The Undertaker”
You w/ James Steele
Or was it Gonzales?
Us little punks
Pretending to be lawless
Lynz, Steph, Erin, Allison and Liz
You, Whitney and us boyz, Crazy Kidz
Then onto High School
Nineteen Ninety Six
Green and Gold for a year
Then back in the mix
Back to BHS
Reunited
Had all your old friends
Super Excited
But up on the hill
Come snow Season
Academy bound
Ski Passion The Reason
And some turbulent times
Too many Friends passed away
Fitz and Monahan
Gave reason to Pray
'99 State Champs
To Kris Tyacke’s Fall
Counselors flooded the campus
Every Classroom and Hall
High School Graduation
And you’re off to Eugene
Rooting for the Ducks
In your yellow and green
Ups & Downs
Cancer Party in Sunriver
Or Up at your cabin
Sleddin’ in the Winter
We made it though
Here we are!
Been friends all this time
I’ve just added a few scars
It’s been a fun ride
I’ll say it again
A lifelong Friendship
With Megan Roger Hampton!!
Tooth Doctor Guy
This song is for Andrew Laybourn. Andrew is one of my best friends and come this fall; a Dental Student at OHSU (WooHoo).
I was with Bone when he found he got into the program and I did what anyone would do, began singing a jingle, while dancing and celebrating! I then promised a complete song. So Bone, here it is buddy and again, Congrats!!!! There's probably zero chance anyone reading this will be able pick up the melody I have going in my head, but you might enjoy the ridiculous lyrics.
He got into_____
O__H__S__U_____
He got into_____
O__H__S__U_____
Dentistry
His Passion to be
Executing prophylaxes
Fantastically
Years of hard work
Discipline & Sacrifice
Paying your dues
And Paying the Price
One more round
Up on Marquam Hill
Up at Dental School
Perfecting your skill
Studying Coronal repair
And devising dentitions
these next four year
your doctoral transition
Aligned upper Centrals
A Perfect Occlusion
A master of your trade
A foregone conclusion
From “Mr.” to “Doc”
A whole new title
When Doctor Laybourn
Makes his arrival
Flossing so Fine
Fixing grins up
"Gettin' Dat Money"
Dont sound too rough
You w/ Dough
No pun intended
Calling you Doctor
Sounds so splendid
I'm proud of you bone
We've been through So much
You've helped me grow
Been there in the clutch
From 6th grade as Coachmen
And Four years at BHS
So many great times
But ahead is the Best
I've lived in your Basement
And gotten on your nerves
Been embraced by your family
And Gotten more than I deserved
So thanks I give
To Ross & Marylou
And to Chris & Greg
And especially you...
Maybe someday
I'll repay my friendship debt
Still Best Friends Forever
Never Forget!!!!
I was with Bone when he found he got into the program and I did what anyone would do, began singing a jingle, while dancing and celebrating! I then promised a complete song. So Bone, here it is buddy and again, Congrats!!!! There's probably zero chance anyone reading this will be able pick up the melody I have going in my head, but you might enjoy the ridiculous lyrics.
He got into_____
O__H__S__U_____
He got into_____
O__H__S__U_____
Dentistry
His Passion to be
Executing prophylaxes
Fantastically
Years of hard work
Discipline & Sacrifice
Paying your dues
And Paying the Price
One more round
Up on Marquam Hill
Up at Dental School
Perfecting your skill
Studying Coronal repair
And devising dentitions
these next four year
your doctoral transition
Aligned upper Centrals
A Perfect Occlusion
A master of your trade
A foregone conclusion
From “Mr.” to “Doc”
A whole new title
When Doctor Laybourn
Makes his arrival
Flossing so Fine
Fixing grins up
"Gettin' Dat Money"
Dont sound too rough
You w/ Dough
No pun intended
Calling you Doctor
Sounds so splendid
I'm proud of you bone
We've been through So much
You've helped me grow
Been there in the clutch
From 6th grade as Coachmen
And Four years at BHS
So many great times
But ahead is the Best
I've lived in your Basement
And gotten on your nerves
Been embraced by your family
And Gotten more than I deserved
So thanks I give
To Ross & Marylou
And to Chris & Greg
And especially you...
Maybe someday
I'll repay my friendship debt
Still Best Friends Forever
Never Forget!!!!
To Meg D on her Graduation Day
I started writing this on the drive down to Corvallis for Megs' Graduation. I finished it during the ceremony. Love you Meg!
A Proast to the alumnus
Diploma now in hand
Off to study abroad
Her ambitions so Grand
I can’t find all the words
To express my delight
You can stare down any problem
Triumph in any strife
Never cower
Never Waiver
And try not to fret
Your journey's now begun
Your life a treasure chest
And you the crown jewel
Outshining the sun
Like a priceless Ruby
Your parts exceed your sum
A good-time Gal
The life of any occasion
Collectively transcendent
Always the liaison
I love you Meg
I can’t express that enough
You can call on me for anything
At worst I'll wish you luck
In any of your endeavors
Adventures or passions
You can light up any moment
Like a magician performing Magic
Cap tossed
Gown worn
A chapter closed
Another open
Be Bold
But Stay Humble
And always keep your mind open
College over
For now
But always stay a student
Studying life's lessons
Be patient and prudent
I can’t wait to see
Your immaculate smirk
And congratulate you
On all your hard work
No longer my little sister
But a gorgeous grown woman
At the doorstep of your life
And your own personal movement
I’ve come with no gifts
No grandiose presents
Just my humble notes
That I hope capture the essence
Of my current admiration
For my favorite little sister
Please raise your glass in celebration
And give Megan your best wishes
Please accept these words
In lieu of monetary possessions
And know I’ll never hesitate to say
“I love you Megan!”
A Proast to the alumnus
Diploma now in hand
Off to study abroad
Her ambitions so Grand
I can’t find all the words
To express my delight
You can stare down any problem
Triumph in any strife
Never cower
Never Waiver
And try not to fret
Your journey's now begun
Your life a treasure chest
And you the crown jewel
Outshining the sun
Like a priceless Ruby
Your parts exceed your sum
A good-time Gal
The life of any occasion
Collectively transcendent
Always the liaison
I love you Meg
I can’t express that enough
You can call on me for anything
At worst I'll wish you luck
In any of your endeavors
Adventures or passions
You can light up any moment
Like a magician performing Magic
Cap tossed
Gown worn
A chapter closed
Another open
Be Bold
But Stay Humble
And always keep your mind open
College over
For now
But always stay a student
Studying life's lessons
Be patient and prudent
I can’t wait to see
Your immaculate smirk
And congratulate you
On all your hard work
No longer my little sister
But a gorgeous grown woman
At the doorstep of your life
And your own personal movement
I’ve come with no gifts
No grandiose presents
Just my humble notes
That I hope capture the essence
Of my current admiration
For my favorite little sister
Please raise your glass in celebration
And give Megan your best wishes
Please accept these words
In lieu of monetary possessions
And know I’ll never hesitate to say
“I love you Megan!”
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Lazy Spring Day
I wrote this as a poem last Winter, then Brian Krichevsky and I recently added a chorus and made it into a song. Chances are you have no clue who Nichole is so dont even waste your time trying to figure it out. So I've included the chorus and the poem in it's native context - Enjoy!
Chorus
Missing you like you miss me too
The Missing blues
Long Distance Truce
Sentence of Abuse
Got the missing you blues
A lazy spring day
relaxin' and laughin'
with this cute little blonde
we're singing and babblin'
As we cruise through the park
around Green Lake
talking about life;
what's real and what's fake
Holding hands
and maybe we're dancin'
acting like children
while we're out prancin'
all around
not a care in the world
it sounds so ideal
but so is this girl
We've got no direction
or places to be
I'm really enjoying this thought
about her and me
Now we've marched for a while
Whistlin' and skippin'
but this is all in my head
Nicole Grabler I'm missin'
Maybe one day
this dream could come true
but for now all I've got
is the missing you blues
Chorus
Missing you like you miss me too
The Missing blues
Long Distance Truce
Sentence of Abuse
Got the missing you blues
A lazy spring day
relaxin' and laughin'
with this cute little blonde
we're singing and babblin'
As we cruise through the park
around Green Lake
talking about life;
what's real and what's fake
Holding hands
and maybe we're dancin'
acting like children
while we're out prancin'
all around
not a care in the world
it sounds so ideal
but so is this girl
We've got no direction
or places to be
I'm really enjoying this thought
about her and me
Now we've marched for a while
Whistlin' and skippin'
but this is all in my head
Nicole Grabler I'm missin'
Maybe one day
this dream could come true
but for now all I've got
is the missing you blues
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