Let's Get Weird: Poems, Songs and Other...From a 33 Year Old Boy Navigating the American Jungle Read online

PART II

  The leaders we elect placate to whatever the elites demand

  Money is all they understand

  No real worry about the common man

  The solution is so easy yet we don’t want to admit it

  Afraid the elites might take their money away, who needs it?

  Anyway,

  How many people, real people, are actually affected by what the elites do or say?

  We’ve been blinded by our loyalties to organizations that don’t represent us

  Just in the hope to get to ride on the winning bus

  We’ve allowed ourselves to expect nothing

  Becoming amused when they struggle to do the most obviously right thing

  The elites just laugh the whole time

  Working class people they’ll never know, fighting to ensure the elites don’t pay another dime

  People are too greedy when left to their own devices,

  No limits to their childish impulses

  We are all Americans; we can benefit from a unified song

  Our prosperity is theirs as well, this can only continue for so long

  Before we won’t be able to right this wrong

  There are only so many resources to go around

  When they’re gone, it’s not like we can start another round

  Once you’re at a level of extreme wealth

  Multiplying that wealth doesn’t help breathe a fuller breath

  You’re still basically the same level of happy

  Just more useless shit that gets the country sloppy

  If the elites can’t restrain themselves any better than a child in a candy store

  What then is their real purpose for?

  Achieving excellence is good

  But it has become misunderstood

  You’re no longer the fittest if you have no real regard for other human beings

  We are after all, members of the same species

  Let’s get together workers and make a coherent plan

  Because restraint is not something the Elites seem to understand

  FLY AWAY

  Flying high on the Wings of Change

  The stubborn vigil below refuses to accept the game

  A prosperous moment, one in the same

  Catching new life while soaring above

  An imperative dilemma, a new found love

  Can it be true, this path of yours

  Acceptance in the gloom of shutting doors

  Released from this place forever

  Not being forced under

  Fly Away

  Today is the Day

  No more yelling about what is the right way

  Feeling free for the 1st time in a long time

  All together now on the crazy ride

  The two lost behind

  Are always on the mind

  It’s a quest to make things right

  Practice with sincerity for the show tonight

  Fly Away

  Today is the Day

  No more yelling about what is the right way

  FREE COFFEE

  Thanks brother man for the free coffee

  Don’t always judge by appearance, we all have our own way to be free

  Not always easy to talk to the unknown

  We’ve been shown, in our time

  That our different groups don’t always see eye to eye

  I’m no member of a secret group of the right

  Like Fat Mike said, “Don’t Call Me White”

  I prefer to be cool with those who are cool

  Don’t care what you look like, don’t call me a fool

  Stop the nonsense assumptions and silly presumptions

  About others who are passing by,

  Just ‘cause someone has a different color doesn’t mean they need an alibi

  Alas, it is still going on, no group is immune to it

  Some have given in long ago, rather than pursue it

  GLORIOUS REVELATION

  It’s a glorious revelation

  This undertaking

  That has me asking, is more of me baking?

  How do I work in this modern world that is not of my making?

  Constant machinery mocking every idea worthy saving

  GLORIOUS REVELATION

  ALL ACROSS THE NATION

  THIS IS A JOURNEY FOR THE SOUL

  I’ve gone as far as I need as far as machine, reverting to the days of old

  When the cell phone wasn’t your display of ego

  Have my bike now so I am mobile

  Don’t need much money to travel my style

  Down the coast 101 to 1

  Doing it for real this time son

  Probably use some connections all the way

  Whoa, who am I kidding, No one survives alone today

  GLORIOUS REVELATION

  ALL ACROSS THE NATION

  THIS IS A JOURNEY FOR THE SOUL

  Feel better about it this time

  Will plan at least a little bit, ensure a smoother ride

  Don’t want to be asking for help from family anymore, it’s time to stop fighting the tide

  I know where my future is

  And it’s in the writing biz

  Stop succumbing to the negative sigh

  Of the loved ones that we always fight

  GLORIOUS REVELATION

  ALL ACROSS THE NATION

  THIS IS A JOURNEY FOR THE SOUL

  GOLDEN CASTLE

  Meander through the thicket

  Listen to the crickets

  Are they having anything good to say?

  Let’s listen close

  Be in tune with the creatures of the night

  Helps when traversing the darkening fright

  Meandering again through the hopeful rain

  Washing again the Dark Lives that have been chained

  It’s now the time of loud intolerance

  Silent creatures look on in dismay

  Nothing for them to cause interference

  Realign with a righteous few

  The willing and able whose confidence, they shoe

  Others laugh at the fateful attempts

  For the ones whose lives are spent

  No more direction but ahead toward the ongoing battle

  For the true ownership of the golden castle

  GOLDEN TICKET

  It was an unfortunate night not so long ago, when

  A child was murdered by an overzealous neighborhood watchman

  The child was a teenage boy who was walking home for the night

  When a fat, plump liar man saw the peculiar sight

  What is that awful boy doing in my neighborhood?

  Stalking the boy to investigate, he even received advice from the officer, who worked late

  Don’t worry about the boy, just leave him alone

  No, said the liar man, I better make sure he doesn’t get home

  The boy was unarmed, just his fists and his wits

  Much different than the fat man who had a gun at his hip

  The liar man was weak and not much of a fighter

  But tonight was the night he would prove who was mightier

  The boy confronted the fat man, “why are you following me,

  Leave me alone, I’m just walking, can’t you see?”

  But the liar man knew something was bad in this situation

  This had to be the boy who was evil incarnation

  He continued to pursue the boy until the boy decided to respond

  I can take this old man he thought; he was fatefully wrong

  The liar man was aware of his golden ticket

  In case there was a fight and he couldn’t handle it

  They began their fight like many boys tend to do

  I’ve been in similar situations, let me tell you

  The boy’s mistake was not realizing this was a gun fight

  His tiny arms, too much for the fat man to take

  As the boy became boastful
for taking the lead

  Embarrassment swam over the fat man indeed

  But he remembered the golden ticket, he had learned of before

  And then grabbed his own gun without any chore

  Fear quickly sprang into the boys eyes

  But it was too late; he would never hear his mother’s cries

  The liar man held onto his golden ticket with all of his might

  It was the only way he was getting away with murder tonight

  The trial was a circus, as these tend to be

  But the fat man still had his golden ticket, so his non guilt, a formality

  HOME

  Back home, or at least the physical place

  Some same, some different, all I know is I have a similar face

  Watching an old movie about youth

  How the previous era wasn’t any better than the current truth

  Realizing now that I’m more connected to characters than my own family

  Still trying to figure out why I’m here, although the answers tend to veer

  I’ve never outgrown wanting to learn about the world

  An observer of it whole heartedly,

  Not just following concepts because someone tells me

  The future is open to those who set their minds free

  Join me

  And let’s see if we can truly be free

  I’M MY OWN KIND OF MAN

  What does it take to make you understand?

  That I am my own kind of man

  Don’t care if you think that I can

  Does it make you feel good to try and put me down?

  Negativity, it makes me want to drown

  I’ve lost everything

  Yet, you still want more

  Family has taken your side

  You’re just a sweet angel to them,

  Taking away my boys, an action I can’t defend

  Trying to be hopeful, when I have little support

  When one loses everything, erratic actions might have to resort

  I am my own kind of man

  No longer sorry, that you don’t understand

  Maybe someday we’ll go hand in hand

  Until then, I’ll make my own plan

  LABOR

  Ran sixteen miles before work today

  Then spent the day, busting my but trying not to spew my guts

  Hoisting and lifting shit up stairs

  80+ degrees doing that shit, I got my share of stares

  College Graduate doing this shit, but life is what it is

  If you don’t make use of the connections you have

  You may not always live up to the promises you gave

  Get a good job after college, get married, live happily ever after, were mantras pursued with luster

  But soon enough reality snuck in and success and happiness have been hard to muster

  The pressure to conform is constant and always in my face

  I just want to have my own little place

  Where I can write my songs, sing, relax and have fun

  I had that once, but it was before my oldest turned one

  For now I’ll just keep on marching along

  Until somebody likes my song

  MY COUNTRY OF DISSILUSION

  Disillusion with the country I was born in

  A place where murder is aloud, if you don’t like the look that you given

  If a person looks strange

  You can shoot ‘em in the chest

  Chances are the judge will say, “Case dismissed”

  Poor people fight for the rights of the rich to buy another yacht

  Even though they themselves can’t feed their tot

  People with more than enough to spare

  Complain about their money going to health care

  Of course there are the wars that are always going on

  The purpose, not sure, didn’t hear that song

  Persecution as well for those who are different

  You better shut up boy or jail is more than apparent

  MY SPACE

  Lost and lonely without you

  But crazy thinking we could again be two

  There must be an easier way to do this

  Our two paths no longer fit

  Will just have to learn to be this way

  Until, that is, another lady comes my way

  I’m not going to stay for too long

  There are women who’ll enjoy my song

  I’m not supersensitive, or that Emotional

  But I do love with just a little conditional

  Woman will have to understand my space

  I don’t always want us face to face

  Together is good, but not all the time

  Need to be left alone once in a while, allow the mind to unwind

  Don’t want to bounce from woman to woman

  Like a steady thing, no more one night stands

  Eight plus years with boys’ mother

  It became too much, not seeing eye to eye on anything, then why bother?

  Women are my kryptonite

  Have to admit, so many would love to take home tonight

  But I really want to stay on course

  Difficult though with so many beautiful women in all shapes, sizes and colors, it can’t be forced

  Live life, that’s all

  No need to be consumed with tasks that are small

  NEED A WOMAN

  The old one is too soon forgotten

  Open wound that is still broken

  But with new life comes the new woman

  Appreciative of the time unspoken

  In this time we’re gathered

  It is encouraging to see renewed energy that has meandered

  To a hopeful start with each passing day

  Is today the day?

  It is hard to say which one will make the play

  There is that one I met by pressing send

  How do people meet again?

  Don’t even like the object of everyone’s affection

  The real world is my true addiction

  I don’t need a computer screen, or an all in one device that fits inside a soup can

  No more denial, I know I need a woman

  NEW MEMBER

  At the urging of the newest member

  The others got together to remember

  The fallen one who made an attempt

  At the new form of enlightenment

  How to explain one’s self in the company of others

  The journey I’m on is long and spiritual; hopefully others don’t find me too much a bother

  Resting the legs, to gear up for more legs

  The celebration at the end this time will not be kegs