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

PART II

  Rising up against the tide

  The others roll and sigh

  But what does it mean; to be a part of this fantastic ride?

  That continues for how long

  Can we choose?

  Not much for me to do

  Listening to the Chili Peppers to get a clue

  Imitating things I’ve heard before

  As we fall through the bottom floor

  Searching for the uplifting message, that wasn’t written in the original score

  How long can the eternal hope last?

  While they consume the past

  Crush the ideas that were meant to last

  Nothing will be left if they get what they want

  Stop them quick, don’t want to hear can’t

  Am I the man for this mission?

  The change is not mine it seems

  Have to do what is in my inner calling

  Their abundant life is sprawling

  Wean them out, dry them out; tell they have nothing left to cry about

  Maybe then we can start our rebuilding

  Rise up against the tide

  Don’t just give a feigning sigh

  It’s ours for the taking

  But WE have to try

  MY BOYS

  Separated from my boys for far too long

  Their smiling faces and good vibes can still hold strong

  Despite the parents’ end is in the song

  Little boys grow up to be men,

  Who will be challenged when the spirit of contempt arises in them

  They love to know they are still loved

  Even when the reason for parents’ love is longer solved

  Stay together boys through this struggle

  This will allow you to unbundle

  The fears and the thoughts that could easily take you under

  You at least have each other to make it through in great shape

  A great fun childhood is something we can make

  I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re able to tower

  Over negativity and stay positive best you can

  All part of the master plan

  Stay safe, have fun,

  Don’t hurt anyone; I’ll see you anytime I can

  SALAD

  Had salad for Dinner

  Now salad for breakfast

  Only a buck

  Have to make that money last

  At least it’s food

  To get you through

  Until that payday that’s never too soon

  Squeak by or not at all

  No reason to feel small

  Surviving is a living

  Not always giving

  Salad keeps me feeling

  Salad is my meal today

  Can’t wait for that next pay day

  In my home, I can stay

  WORK

  Work tomorrow for little pay, scrapping away

  While the elites get to go and play

  A care free life presented to them

  Not for us though, what was our sin again?

  Being born isn’t a choice or else I would have joined their feast

  Then give away all the excess shit that wasn’t needed or earned

  Use it to build hospitals, more efficient travel, and schools where children can learn

  Instead, huge resources are gobbled up by the elite group

  Using their money to build several massive houses with gold plated roofs

  And 90 foot yachts, they have several times bought

  After all the resources devoted to this tiny group

  Not much else is left, so we fight over it,

  Just so we can feed our own troop

  Who again pumps their gas, builds their toys, cooks their food, and cleans up their shit?

  The reason we need them is missed

  They need us, they rely on us, to go to work every day for little pay without delay

  Without the workers the system collapses

  Without the elites we continue even better than before, without any lapses

  OUR TIME

  Time is passing by

  Things do seem to fly

  Struggle to try

  Friend already gone

  Too young to die

  Fortunate to have this life

  Wasted words telling a lie

  Fighting for what is mine

  Don’t let life pass you by

  Get up and try

  But not everyone will get to fly

  All dreams are in the sky

  No need to pounce on others to enjoy the ride

  Others will be fine

  It will soon be our time

  Don’t let life pass you by

  Get up and try

  But not everyone will get to fly

  All dreams are in the sky

  SURVIVE

  Things don’t always work out

  This thing has run its course

  I’m trying to be an understanding man

  Why do we have to bicker whenever together now?

  Let’s try and let those past good times last

  At least a little I know how

  It’s nothing personal, well maybe a little

  Being forced to be like everyone else

  Well that ain’t for me,

  But, you will see

  Soon enough, the implications of having forced and unnatural life

  Way too tough

  Finish the 2nd half stronger than the first

  Use what we’ve learned in the past half, put it to good use

  We’ll come out of this okay, possibly

  We’ll at least live to sing another day

  Doing anything I can to survive in this crazy world

  Not waiting for the end of times

  When love is gone, and the land is forced to burn

  We are just now beginning the true test of human existence

  Let’s band together, start a new resistance

  THE BELL

  The child’s dimming delight

  Awful sight

  Reality sets in

  Hoping for the eternal spring

  What will it bring?

  The bell will ring

  Sending you home

  Once again

  They’ve spoken

  No announcement

  Or commencement

  About what is flowing

  The deal is not yet done

  Knowing the end

  Never again

  Listen to the voice instead

  THE CROW

  The crow led with a thoughtful passion

  Consumed with loves past and friendships lasting

  Tormenting the bystanders who walked freely on by

  Strange visions of hope that tempted the man to fly

  Freely moving onward above the trees

  Those below ignored the request, catered to the supposed beast

  The hard liners get ready to take aim

  Nothing it seems is too strange

  Asking for assistance the others bound together

  They will soon prosper

  In the imagined land of the dreams

  Where everything IS as it seems

  But the crow continues onward avoiding the scene

  The challenge will present itself soon enough

  For those up to the task

  And the confused past

  Grab your stuff

  The journey begins after lunch

  THE PLOT

  Forging the diabolical plot to turn the table

  Only those keen to his plan should be able

  Hello mother, what do you request?

  Is this another test?

  Forging ahead without worrying of the pest

  Impossible dreams are blocking the view

  As the tide rises, the recruits won’t be so few

  Laughter again from the minority

  We have it now; it is our turn for seniority


  Confusion sets in with each passing moment

  Who will take the reins of the flailing beast?

  The beast has become insolvent

  There is no apparent

  Possible the one we heard before will reappear

  Who’s on his side this time, it’s unclear

  The rules were made up long after his passing

  If you object to this notion, you’re sure to get a lashing

  Rejoice! It’s okay; we are the righteous ones this day

  The others have made too many mistakes too be included in our play

  We are one hundred percent correct, and there is no denying it

  Join us now, or be in a hellish fit

  But wait, which division is the right choice?

  They’re all so different, none have my voice

  It doesn’t matter, just do what our book says

  Don’t worry about what your mind says

  Avoid the thoughts that try to make sense of it all

  Embrace our view now or you’ll surely fall

  STREET

  Slept on the street last night

  No need to be too uptight

  Although the mood wasn’t exactly bright

  The creatures of the city came out at night

  Oh boy! What a sight!

  It’s time to ask for a lifeline

  No more using a friend of friend this time

  “No you may not sleep on my floor”

  I know I would have been too much of a bore

  Relying on her friend though was already feeling like a chore

  So, now it’s time to ask the family for money;

  Which I don’t think I’ve done too many times before

  Need to find the cheapest way to get south

  Find the answers; hopefully learn what it is all about

  There’s a chance though, that it won’t work out

  Evil transgressions in past lives make The Others pout

  Rank and mangy and in need of a bath

  I don’t want to be consumed by someone else’s path

  But the time will soon come I can feel it

  To test fate and see if this is legit

  Meaning of life and what is life

  Will soon be pouring out like a faucet

  But with the Grim Reaper always near

  The uncertainty is always clear

  Celestial waves of doubt and regret that feed off fear

  With new skills and incite, we’ll try to veer

  Away from shit before it happens

  Someday we will make it past the planets

  WHAT’S LEFT TO LOSE

  The urging is strong

  Let it take you

  No going wrong

  What’s left to lose?

  Anything?

  Something?

  Nothing?

  Maybe someone

  Wonder takes hold

  Keep them out of the fold

  Being so bold

  What’s left to lose?

  Something?

  Everything?

  Anything?

  Could it be someone?

  Missing the desire

  Room filled with fire

  No going back,

  Too tired

  What’s left to lose?

  Anything?

  Something?

  Nothing!

  There is someone

  LAST