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November 25, 2004

(Read to the slinky song tune...)

Slinked Sidekick
who rides on a horse
avoids intercourse
and knows that guy in the mask...
don't know,
won't go,
what does it show?
everyone knows it's tonto,
everyone knows it's tonto
it's tonto,
it's tonto
a sidekick to that guy on the horse...
it's tonto,
it's tonto
he knows that he's not the main course...

November 24, 2004

just something i wrote - read it to the tune of amazing grace 'n' read it slow - don't rush it!!!

i once...
was lost...
but now...
i'm found..
was gone...
but now...
i'm back...
looked left...
looked right...
stepped front...
stepped back...
did the...
ho-key...
po-key...
i once...
played games...
like hop...
hop scotch...
i once...
jumped rope...
as well...
while jump...
ing rope...
i tripped...
one day...
i tripped...
and then...
i fell...
but then...
i got...
back on...
my feet...
back to...
my feet...
i stood...
in hand...
i took...
my jump...
ing rope...
and then...
started...
again...
i jumped...
so high...
i jumped...
so fast...
i skipped...
all day...
i did...
and then...
i put...
my jump...
ing rope...
aside...
to give...
the kids...

November 23, 2004

once upon a summers night
between the stars i saw the light
and by the moon there was a fright
when constalations start to fight
and next to that i saw a knight
riding on a horse of white
in armour that he wore so tight
he strut around with all his might
he swung his sword and stopped the fight
and weilded the eturnal light
and then fell from his horse of white
into the shadow, hid from the light
the moon that shawn around the night
reflecting all the wanten light
the guy, he sat, he was the knight
and got back up to stop the fight
he jumped back to his horse of white
and road around all through the night
he walked and galloped out of site
but came right back when the time was right
and now i sit and now i write
about the one eturnal night
the one in which the horse of white
brought forth a mighty holy knight
who with his sword and with his might
managed to stop the constsilations fight
and then turned round and road from sight
and now we commemorate that night

November 17, 2004

The Defender...

'til i fall
'til i die
'til you see
'n' know why
imma cut
imma bleed
imma try
to succeed
'n' you know
'n' you feel
'n' you hear
but don't see
so i grasp
so i grip
so i take
and i flip
fight this war
fight with bless
fight with heart
clean this mess
make it go
make it end
make it quit
understand
what i see
what i know
what i do
makes it grow
a new rank
a new leaf
a demon
no releaf
but i stand
but i fight
but i kill
every night
time is new
time was fun
time is up
it's not won
least not yet
least not now
least not here
anyhow
gotta see
gotta know
gotta win
make it go
time to take
time to see
time for you
to see me
time to cut
time to bleed
time for you
to succeed
all this shit
all that's there
all that stink
everywhere
in the dark
in the flames
in the light
take the blames
end it now
end it soon
end the fight
at high noon
in the dark
in the light
in it all
end this fight
make it stop
make it go
make it run
no more show
if it hides
if it's here
if it tries
to appear
cut it up
cut it's chance
cut it down
no romance
and it dies
and it shows
and it's done
so i go...

November 14, 2004

What Does It Mean..?
What does it mean, when all that was
Gets up and leaves, and why? Just 'cause
Not understanding why it does
But watching as it pushes and shoves...

What does it mean, when all you know
Just ups itself, decides to go
You try to make it stop "HEY YO!"
But that can't even make it slow...

What does it mean, when all you see
Challenges all that you can be
And fights, your rights, your enemy
But you still try to let it free...

What does it mean, when you are young
And all the battles, that you've won
Just let you know, that it's begun
But you neither turn, nor hide, nor run...

What does it mean, when every day
The fights, you fight, they end this way
And all your memories, go astray
But still you don't know, what to say...

What does it mean, when all that is
Your enemy, he says it's his
And so he takes it, for his kids
But mostly just keeps it, for his...

What does it mean, when you know it's wrong
And all, your life, is found in song
And the injustice, strikes the gong
But I guess, it won't last long...

What does it mean, when all you are
Can't be explained, no, not by far
Except your lungs are filled with tar
But really, that's just one more scar...

What does it mean, when your friend
Who stood by you, until the end
Says that it all, was just pretend
But that's ok, t'was just for lend...

What does it mean, when it does flop
And it all cycles, to the top
Ancient life falls, with just one chop
But in the end, I guess we stop...

November 13, 2004

ok - due to the fact that vampiric poetry was actually requested - here goes nothin...

A Life Unlived...
Sometimes I guess that it would seem
That I have lived a tainted dream
No chance it seems, i can redeem
Just continue on, alone, i mean...

Immortal days, immortal nights
Hiding from, all natural lights
In darkness, seek, eternal fights
The little necks, get little bites...

And blood stained flesh, it smells so good
It tastes divine, you know it would
Let them come back? maybe you should
Hell NO!, You'd kill em all if ya could...

What now is cold, it once was warm
At least before, feeding took form
For vampire life, this is the norm
I once was not, but then "unborn"...

So hiding from, the light of day
I sometimes don't know, what to say
But always ask, humans to play
"Don't play with your food!" mother'd say...

And if you don't know what is next
The search through your sacred text
Look me up, in the index
I am the end, and you are hexxed...

So what about the things I said?
When you laid comfortably in bed
and let my whispers sooth your head
They're all true, 'n' you're undead...

November 12, 2004

Just something i wrote while talking to a friend... comments are always welcome... *smiles*

yesh... i know...
*eats a fortune cookie...*
*chewing paper...*
how fortunate i must be to always get the prize...
"Under the tree, you will find #######!!!"
what's #######?
i will find something under the tree - but i had to chew up what i will find...
*scratches chin*
*looks under the tree...*
there's nothing under the tree!!! what the hell!!!
ooooo... grass...
*lays down in the grass and eats another fotune cookie...*
*chokes briefly on the paper inside... then coughs it up...*
"life is like a lawn, it doesn't always have to be water, 'n' you shouldn't wanna cut it short unless you're a golfer..."
*scratches chin*
so... under the tree... i will find ######
which is grass...
but life is like a lawn, which is also grass
so under the tree...
i will find my life!
*builds a little tree fort and moves into it, deciding to live under the tree...*
~ 2 days pass ~
*kicks the tree*
*walks back to the chinese restaurant and demands a new fortune cookie*
what? what do you mean? oh fine i'll have an egg roll...
*eats the fortune cookie... grabbing the fortune before chewing it beyond recognition...*
"do not put all your eggs in one basket..."
*grabs the little chinese food place worker guy..."
LISTEN!!! YOUR DAMN FORTUNE COOKIES ARE DEFECTIVE!!!
FIRST THEY HAD ME FIND GRASS UNDER A TREE!!!
THEN THEY TOLD ME TO LIVE UNDER THE TREE...
NOW THEY WANT ME TO BUY A NEW REFRIDGERATOR SO MY EGGS DONT HAVE TO SIT TOGETHER!!! I DONT EVEN HAVE ELECTRICITY UNDER THE TREE YET!!!
*demands a refund...*
*gets picked up by several men in white jackets...*
*is given i nice coat of his own with really long sleeves...*
no no, the tree is the other way... why are you taking me over the hill?
*put in a room with padded walls...*
*starts counting the things that he could have done with the paper instead of reading it...*
*wonders if the squirels and chipmunks have stolen his secret stache of tequila yet...*
...
"LUNCH TIME!!!"
what do you mean it's chinese food day?
*eats the fortune cookie...*
*reads the fortune...*
"life is like a tree, you must not leave it unattended..."
DAMNIT!!! THE SQUIRELS REALLY ARE STEALING MY TEQUILA!!!
*runs for the door...*
*feels a sharp pain for a second... then starts to get tired...*
nap time already?
*looks at the floor as it suddenly starts to move closer and closer to him...*
oooo... who are you?? i've never seen you before...
what do you mean you're the fortune cookie gnome?
i didn't even know there was a fortune cookie gnome, let alone that he lived up on the hill...
*scratches chin*
*wakes up...*
woah...
that was too weird...
*picks up his black crayon and continues drawing crosses on the padded walls...*

November 11, 2004

It Shows...
Walking through the grass, it grows...
Looking at the past, it blows...
Searching, but for what? who knows...
Don't want to have to wait? it shows...

And what about the path, you chose...
Where all the things you did, suppose...
Were beautiful, and stopped your woes...
But fell apart, and yes, it shows...

And what about the highs and lows???
And that feeling that comes, and goes..?
The truths that then, they did, expose...
But at least what's next, it shows...

When situations, juxtapose...
And angry fist, meets broken nose...
The tainted feelings, do propose...
But all in all... I guess, it shows...