Poetry #too.

There’s nothing like the sound of a boy who’s playing the blues

He’s got a yearning deep inside he can’t refuse

He’s go a warped fascination as a way of paying his dues

But when he gets to that place he’ll know

There’s no where he can go

And the walls crowd in

Like every time they did before

But tomorrow’s so much better

With the night sky burning red

And stars are made for wishing

But it’s better left unsaid

Like the old wive’s tales

That sent you off to bed

There was nothing I could do that would make her change here mind

She wasn’t sure what she lost or what she hoped to find

And when it was through I found out she was blind

It’s been years since her release

but she still seems Ill-at-ease

She sought perfection

But it hasn’t bought her peace

And fairy tales of virgins

Dressed in bridal white

Who put wedding cake underneath

Their pillows every night

Like the old wives’ tales

That you mother swore were right

Various and sundry people

Who like playing with your head

Prey upon your fears like monsters

Underneath the bed

I sat in the nude in the dark playing guitar

Competing with the hum of passing cars

Reflecting on the way my life has led thus far

I’ve tried to learn to live with myself

Sometimes I seem like someone else

Who made a bargain with heaven

To reduce his time in hell

Start saving all you pennies

Rise at the crack of dawn

Work your f**king life a way

Until your strength is gone

Like some old wives’ tale

That’s been finally proven wrong

Like some old wives' tale

Whose usefulness is gone

Like some old wives’ tale

That just keeps you hanging on

I. In the Youth Camp...

Say your Hail Mary’s, son, now keep the faith

Heaven’s holy treasure’s certainly worth the wait

Go to church on Sundays, be an altar boy

Keep your dick in your pants, son, it’s not a toy

And when you’re feeling empty

Cos’ religion wouldn’t do

The guilt will slowly crush you

With the mind games they put you through –

Boy

We’ll push you off to school, son, now don’t be slow

Put Wonder Bread in your lunchbox to induce your growth

You’ll drift your way through passing-grade expedience

Learn civic pride through force-fed obedience

And when they’ve fully tested your regurgitated mind

Call you ‘rebellious underachiever’ if you don’t follow them blind –

Boy

II. Prime Time...

Forget you ethics, son

They won’t get you far

They’re extra baggage on the way

Go trade your ideals for a sportier car –

There’s money to be made here

There’s girls to be laid here

Don’t stop to think

For you will never get a second chance

Marry for money

As a matter of course

It’s all part of the game

Falling in love

Will lead right to divorce

And then when the babies come

Pay the ‘Friend of the Court’ some

Back to square one

With a quick kick to your sorry ass

III. Autumn Reverie...

Minutes steal the hours

Hours become the days

Days creep into lifetimes

And you’ve watched them

Drift away

How many people

Have drifted through your life

Ones that you’ve admired

Ones you wished to spite

How many turned away

Friends that were so tight

Memories return them

In the stillness of the night

IV. Revelation...

We’ll stick you in a nursing home when you get old

Neglect and disrespect you, so do what you’re told

We’ll pump you full of IVs and prescription pills

Magnify your worries so as not to cure your ills

And when you’re breathing heavy

And the vultures stand in line

Recall the heresy is there’s not yours

But you’ve just ran out of time –

Boy

The Tale of the Accounting Sheep

Time clock punching, business lunching,

Number crunching budgetary lies.

You've had your fill of rumor mills

Like poison quills around the office fly.

What has become of this brilliant career?

What were the strange paths that led me here?

Four-year degrees and divorce decrees,

Over and over again...

But you shone like a diamond

In your rough and tumble way,

And the sun never set on summer days.

Back then, you never went to sleep

Because of fires burning deep,

Now insomnia has got you counting sheep --

Accounting sheep!

Parking spaces, basket cases,

Smiling faces quick to turn the knife.

Employee grumbles, corporate bungles,

Fiber-optic jungles rule your life.

When was the point that I lost my edge?

When did I find all my bets were hedged?

Surrender your will just to pay your bills,

Over and over again...

But you shone like a diamond

In your rough and tumble way,

You and the flock went separate ways.

And the world was your oyster,

Wrapped a' cloistered in its shell,

But too soon, it all goes straight to hell --

Straight to hell!