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Some of these are poems, some are "songs", or lyrics if you will.
I will let you decide which is which.
Relapse
one of my bad love poems
Precious Memories
i wrote this while looking thru my photo albums one day. when i look back on the good times in my life it really hits me hard. i realize we have to move on to bigger & better things, but leaving the people, places and things i love behind is very painful to me. my memories truely are precious.
Paper Strategy
ya know, if those self-help books really worked, wouldn't it be great? this is about people who pump themselves up for all these great changes, but really don't know how to create them. it all looks good on paper....
dead & buried
where we all end up. i needed to write a poem about how it all really doesn't matter. we are all equal in the end.
Kissing The Back Of Your Neck - Part Two
i hate holidays. i love the back of a cute girls neck. don't ask me how the two relate, it just seemed to happen.
The Truth of X
they called the 80's the "decade of greed", because i wanted to keep the money i made instead of giving it to the government as taxes. well, has anyone taken a look at "generation x" lately?? these people are gonna be running things? kill me now...
Sharp Is The Knife
life cuts us all at some point, this was another of those depressing things i just had to write. i don't see it so much as fatilism however, i think that by realizing that life is out to destroy us, we can avoid that fate & be happy.
Staff Meeting Blues
i've worked at lots of jobs that involve meetings. i hate meetings. i especially hate meetings that don't even concern me, like the one i was in when i wrote this.
Maybe Baby
i just started singing "maybe baby" one day, and this little song come out of it. i walked around singing this to myself for weeks. once in a while i break out & start to sing it still.
Delayed Outcomes
it's all about procrastination
Fleeting Thoughts
you know how it is. there is that person you want to talk to, but everytime you get close your brain locks up. there was a girl i liked once, i could never tell if she was married. she had a ring on the wedding ring finger, but i didn't know if it was her left hand or her right hand. anytime i got close enuf to tell, my mind went nuts & i couldn't tell left from right. true story...
Kissing The Back Of Your Neck - Part One
i would like to think this is a "romance song", not a "love song". but it's all about the back of the neck again...
Not All Girls
as hard as it may be for you feminazis to believe, some girls are "asking for it".
follow to my grave - part one
sometimes we see a person, and in our minds create an image of who we think they are. it's easy to fall in love with this image . . .
follow to my grave - part two
. . . but then we experience that other person, and find they are not what we imagined.
Oh Shit . . .
some people you just don't want to talk to.
Truth or Dare
truth or dare - childrens game? i wonder.
Parting Words
i don't like to talk when i'm leaving, or when others are leaving. words simply don't fill the void for me.
Why Don't Dreams Come True
this is based on something a girl said to me, 'bout taking a rocket ship to the furthest star... i asked if i could steal it & she said yes.
Five a.m.
this is a poem about what was going thru my mind after meeting someone i meet on the internet in person.
Paper & Written Words
this one was written to a pen pal that i use to adore. she is long gone now.
Just A Moment
a silly love song. nothing more.
Adoration (part one)
another love poem. nothing more.
No Need To Try
i hate people whos lives revolve around TV and consumerism.
Monologue: To Self, Regarding Self
me giving myself a kick in the ass. this really doesnt' make a lot of sense when i read it now...
the odds or the cost
time for a moment of honesty from Skippy. when it comes to meeting women, i am somewhat shy about the situation, and hate to get "shot down" (actually i don't get shot down, i simply give her a chance to show me what kind of woman she is, a winner or a loser). those are the "odds". the "cost" however, is the time i have to invest in meeting & getting to know her. the point is, i'm not sure which is worse. getting shot down, or spending time with someone who turns out later to be a loser.
When
sometimes, just go with the flow.
Never Throw a Genade Simulator in the
Bath Tub in a Rented Mobile Home
totally true story, happned at SRG See's mobile home when i was in the army. we were drunk naturally.
New Things
as i said before, i hate new experiences, even tho i know i need them, and love them once they become old experiences.
Goofball
a "love song" i wrote to the first girl i ever knew that i would have married. thank god she didn't like me back... whew, that was close.
Can't Stop
i just came up with this line, "can't stop a freight train with a penny on the track". kept singing it over & over for days. this song evolved from that one line.
Only Acting
some people pretend to care for you, but they are only acting & taking advantage of you. sometimes they don't realize however that you know they are acting, and you are taking advantage of them as well.
Defeat Me Mentally
in the army we had a saying. "you can defeat me physically, but you can never defeat me mentally." i still try to live by that. as long as the mind resist, victory is possible.
Black & White will i ever finish them?
a series of photographs & poems.
Three Poems
what is life really about? what makes life really worth living?
Cold
sort of a true story, parts of this happened, parts didn't. one of the worst feelings i know is when you are in love, then realize the love has died. more over, you never noticed it was sick... it was alive one day, dead the next.
Distance
written 'bout a really cute red head in one of my classes.
Paper (version 2)
this one needs work... i'll be revising it soon...
Taste of Lust
does lust have a taste?
Sickness Sticks
ah, to be a child again...
Blink, Blink, Blink, Blink . . .
ode to my VCR, which hates me
Going Down?
One day in creative writing class we heard some "young ladies", AKA bimbos, out in the hallway experiencing an elevator for the first time. During break Rob and I banged this together during our break, then read it for the class.
a box of rain
I came up with "a box of rain", a great line in search of a poem. When I wrote this I was thinking of Indian Legends and my mother. I think that "a box of rain" will find it's way into another poem someday. This one is good, but there is more out there.
five haiku
I usually suck at haiku, but I banged these out one day and they were pretty damn good. Sometimes I impress even myself.
Disappointment
Disappointment to happiness to disappointment.... it's a cycle that never stops.
Magnetic Poetry
One day in creative writing class we played with magnetic poetry. I came up with these.
Because I Couldn't Help It
This is a strange one. It started out as a Pink Floyd type song and sort of evolved lyric wise. The last two lines just came out of the blue. In a way they don't really fit the song, in a way they do. I feel sure they will also end up in another song / poem someplace as I like them too damn much.
Secret Flavors
I was talking one day with a friend about secrets, and how there are different types of secrets. This came out of that conversation. As did a few poems you will find further down the page.
How Close I Came
This one actually happened just the way it's written, not much that needs to be said.
Secret Places . . .
Another poem from the conversation about secrets.
poetry?
I asked a cocktail waitress once if she liked poetry. This is about her response.
Paper (Past Pulp) v3
This is the 3rd, and final (maybe) version of my "paper" poem, based on the comments of my creative writing class.
I Found Myself . . .
I know a girl who was one of those people who dated the same guy since she was 12, thought she was gonna marry him & be happy, white picket fence, the whole deal. Then she found he was cheating on her. Needless to say, it ended. I wrote this for her.
Blue Planet
Blue Planet is my favorite dance club back in Houston, tho I haven't been there in ages, so who knows if it's still around. Blue was the title of a work of art I saw at the UNC art gallery one day.
Steal A Kiss In The Rain
Just some more romantic stuff. It started as a poem about rain, then the kiss snuck in.
The Moment
Just because you care about someone, that doesn't mean they care about you. Deal with it.
Walking Away
This is the "song" version of this moment. Reading it over, I think I can say this better as a short poem. Be on the look out for a new version of this one.
Next Week
One night over at UNC while waiting for the movie to start (foreign film series) I started pulling the half-written poems out of my backpack and paging thru them. It sucks to see so many good ideas that never got finished.
My Weakness Is Your Eyes
Here at last, the song which follows Because I Couldn't Help It.
A Night ‘Round The Fire
I'm not really sure where this came from. Just thoughts on the fact that I have lived a charmed life. Not that things fall in my lap, or I am Billy Bad Ass. It's just that somehow I always manage to scrape thru with what I need, no matter how bad things get, and situations that could have hurt me, or killed me, seem to come out in my favor. Things are not easy for me, but they do come out. It's almost like death is favoring me at times.
From My Comfort
This was written the last night I was in the UNC library before moving to Fort Collins. It's odd, but I'm more sentimental about places than I am about people. Going on the theatre stage back in Farmington can still make me cry. Anyhow, it was night and I was looking at the people outside from a window on the top floor. I wrote this then.
Computer Class Haiku
I went to a class at work to learn to use GroupWise. It wasn't the fault of the teacher that 90% of the public is computer illiterate. Besides, these people give me something to giggle at. Anyhow, while she (the teacher) was covering things like how to open a file, I wrote some poetry so I wouldn't fall asleep.
Pencilling
Just my mind wandering without guidance.
magnetic poetry - january 2000
More magnetic poetry. This stuff is fun.
Here Come Violins
It's a strange world we live in. Technology, distractions, games, drugs, sex. All sorts of things are out there seeking to take out time from us & use it for intentions other than our own. Yet out of all the powers that exist, love is still the most powerful and mindnumbing of them all.
Intenermation
What is an intenermation? I don't know. I just made it up. Anyhow, people try to be strong by being rigid & unwavering. I don't think this is the way. As any master of the martial arts -- water is the most powerful force. It flows around obsticals and slowly wears them away. Perseverance is power.
conceived in love
Another poem about my poems. Sometimes I have great ideas for a poems, but when I try to write them they stink, or I lose the path and the poem is never finished.
haikus about women
I don't know... ummm, some haikus about women maybe?
Possible Presents
It is a fact of physics that whenever we measure something, that act its self changes that which we measure. Presents are much the same. Before we unwrap it, anything could be contained inside. Once we remove the wrapping and observe the contents, we find they have changed.
1 + 3
Interesting, that this just happened to be poem069.htm. I wrote this for a female friend who talked about this experience with me. If you really can't figure it out... then I suck as a poet. Drop me an email & let me know.
Ice Creeps
More poetry about corporate Amerika and the culture which thrives in it.
magnetic poetry - May 2000
more magnetic musings
Muse
One nite I wrote a bunch of stuff at Jon's Blue Note, an interesting little coffee house down the way from the crib. This one was about waiting the the muse to come over and sit with me.
End & Begin
Also written that nite at Blue Note. I think there are clear boarders between one thing and another. The problem is, everyone has their own idea of where those boarders are at.
The Girl at the Table Next to Me
Also written that nite at Blue Note. This may surprise you, but I wrote it about the girl at the table next to me. She was writing a letter & listening to her portable CD player.
Guitar
Yes, another Blue Note song. There was a guy there playing the guitar which lead to this one.
Corner
Yup, Blue Note song. I had these strange thoughts in my head & this was my reaction to them.
Fireflies
I was taking a walk one night with a friend & saw some fireflies. I haven't seen fireflies since I was a kid back in Eden... I mean Texas. I didn't think they were around here in Colorado. Anyhowz, that was the inspiration for this one.
High Horizon
A poem about escaping the city and all that goes with the daily grind of life and being in the mountains with the spirits.
taking hints
Dream of You
Cunt Angst
Parasites
Finally, at last . . . Old poetry from back in "the day". My styles & all were much different back then, or maybe not, it's hard for me to tell. But anyhow, try it out and see how ya like it. I have done a bit of editing here & there, but for the most part this stuff is just how I wrote it back in the day. I wrote much much much more than this, but these are the ones that I still think are good. I have pages & pages of really bad stuff. I mean bad stuff. Phew....
The End
The Unemployment Song
The next four songs were written for a Doctor Who zine. They are based on songs from the Genesis album 'Genesis' and can actually be sung word for word with the real lyrics. I wrote a Doctor Who based song for every song on that album, but these are the best of them all. I also used actual quotes and situations from the TV series.
Good-bye
Nap By The Sea / Day Dream By The Sea (1985)
Going Back Would Be Too Hard
Invading Alien
Jack and Diane In The Real World
weiB die Katze
Love Buys
Oh Lord
High School Girls
A Lot of It's About Death
Get The Picture
Gods Promises
Mr. Smitty
Prime Time
Radio KAOS
The Cover of the Night
The Stars
Watching
You're Leaving Me Tonight -- part two
A Minute of Forever
Cavern of Life
Hell Of A Life Style
Home Again
i can see it now
I See
Lonely Death
Persian Gulf Blues
Pop Up Target
Remember
Seventh Continuum
Snakefruit
The Art of Conversation
The Product
First Man on the Darkside
nothing
Talker To The Dead
Watching
The Lies You Were Telling
Hard Rock Blues
No Electric
Dark Truths
Desolation Angel
Loophole
A Mountain Man Can Survive
Almost 16
Bravo Company
Fat
Wanna Be A Superdude
Power
Don't Worry Be Happy / Long Gone
Cycle
10 Reasons I'm Glad I'm Not In The Army Anymore / 10 Reasons I Wish I Was Still In The Army
The Plan
Reagan and I
Salve Shack
Whistle Past The Graveyard
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Jailbait
You Got To Fight For Your Right To Act Stupid
You've Got To Fight For Your Right To Fuck Girls
Ain't Got Nothing Yet
The Fuck Monsters from Planet Bocephus
Amazing Grace
Valerie's Pussy
Don't Shake Your Ass That Way
I Will Fuck You
Fourteen
Eat Some Pussy
T & T (Tush & Thighs)
This one is about missed connections between people.
Poems based on dreams are usually a bad idea. I had a dream one night in which this woman I know appeared. We had been hanging out, but I was really annoyed with certain aspects of her. In the dream she wanted something from me, but I just laughed and walked away.
At Avo's they have poetry readings about every month, sort of, which are mostly composed of college kids reading poems that are a) about sex b) use the word "fuck" a whole lot c) are about lack of sex and d) how evil white men are. This one was inspired by two female readers I had to suffer thru one night. They were both kinda cute, but then they opened their mouth and ruined it.
Women -- when you are marrying for money, try not to make it so obvious.
Men -- when you are pussy whipped, try not to make it so obvious.
Poetry from the high school years and slightly thereafter:
Written after listening to too much Pink Floyd. Pretty much warmed over lyrics from the Obscured By Clouds album, but even tho it lacks originality I still like what it's saying.
Written after I quit my first job. The guy I worked for was "old" and didn't much like that I had long hair (which is a whole story unto it's self). Finally he decided either I got a haircut or he was going to fire me because "there are 5 people waiting for your job". I called his bluff and didn't show up to work the next day. When he called looking for me I told him I was quitting. He never replaced me. A month later he sold his business and retired. Note to stupid people, especially employeers, don't bluff me -- my balls are bigger than yours.
Based on Sarah Jane having to leave the Doctor.
Based on the happenings of The Doctor, Romana and K9 at the beach.
When Romana decides to stay in E-Space instead of going back to the Time Lords.
Ya know, those invading aliens are people too. No one ever looks at it from their perspective.
I can't stand John Couger, and I really can't stand "Jack and Diane". So I wrote this as a response song. No one does those anymore.
Poetry from 1986
Part of a much longer work -- but the rest of it sucked. This one portion I like. The rest I'm trying to forget I wrote.
It's true, love will buy most anything. When I sat down to edit this one I realized I liked what I was trying to say so much that it would need a complete re-write. Elsewhere on this page you will find Love Buys 2K1, the version I wrote this year.
Janis Joplin sung the song first. "Oh Lord, won't you buy me . . . " Ronald & I made our own version, based upon our lives at the time.
Oh yes... This one goes to the tune of After The Fire by Pete Townshend. When we were in high school we noticed something about high school girls. See we would go to dances and so would the chycks. Being guys, we of course chased anything that moved. The girls however would show up hoping that "this one guy" would be there. And often he would be, so they would spend like 3 hours watching him, following him, talking to their friends about him. Finally, they would go over and ask him to dance. He would say "no". Devastated the girls would exist in sorrow the rest of the night, dropping tears on their shoes. They are in a room with like 300 "men" (I'm using that word very loosely here.) and their whole existence revolves around "this one guy". And women wonder why they have so many problems.
Inspired by watching Blade Runner too many times.
Some people don't. Get the picture that is. Probably from watching too much TV.
Inspired by the Bible and whining Christians.
A song about me. Sing it to the tune of Mr. Crowley by Ozzy Ozbourn.
One of many rampages against the evil and stupidity of television (aka the opium of the masses).
One of my better concept albums. The idea of the KAOS radio station was stolen from Roger Waters and his album Radio KAOS. The rest was me. I was house sitting for a friend while he went home over Christmas. I locked my self in the house for two days and did nothing but write, eat, sleep and deficate. Tho I did very little of the last three.
What, me? Have sex with your girl friend or wife? Never . . .
Another concept album & science fiction story. Nothing really original, but I like much of the lyrics I came up with here. The story is weak, but the words are good.
It's the watcher inside me. If you only knew just how much I know.
So the chyck you have been dorfing for the last 2 years is dumping you. Why would that be a bad thing?
What, me? Have sex with your girl friend or wife? Never . . .
Just another day in the life of Death
Life in the military. There is nothing quite like it. Actually, now that the army is composed of sissies, homosexuals and women, there is nothing like it at all. Probably China has the closest thing to a real military on the planet.
You can't . . Go home again . . .
An army fantasy. Fragging the people who piss you off. Some notes of explanation for you filthy civilians:
16 -- M16 semi-automatic rife
203 -- M203 40mm grenade launcher, attached to a M16, my weapon of choice
star cluster -- a flare fired from the M203
downs, hannah, adams, reavis -- some of my NCOs. actually downs & hannah were OK, I must have been pissed at them when I wrote this.
dalton -- our second LT. totally incompetent. only still in the military 'cause his daddy was a Major. this guy was dangerous. in training we use to frag him.
patrick -- our CO. an idiot. his big thing was that we had to always wear our k-pot in the field
k-pot -- kevlar helmet. not effective against anything resembling a real weapon.
thumper -- the name of my M203
weston -- a member of my squad who was transfered to us. a scared rabbit who always use to say "pardon me".
We are always looking at other people and comparing ourselves to them. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes it is a bad thing.
Dying without have said the things you should have said and without having done the things you should have done must be the worst thing that can happen.
A classic blues song about a classic screwed up situation.
A little thingy about being an infantry soldier in Imperial America.
One of my favourite things I have written. I usually don't keep photographs of my friends.
This is actually part of a concept album, but the rest of it sucks. This was the only piece that has stood the test of time for me. Some things simply go on and on and on.
Another religion inspired piece. I really really like this one. Here I take on Christians and women in one swoop.
Since we got hold of our electric gadgets we don't have time to talk any more. Of course this is a blessing for many of you, for if you spoke more than 7 words straight people might realise what an idiot you are.
People use to look to Gods and Heros to save them. Now they look to The Product.
Another science fiction story.
In war many people die and are forgotten. Without being remembered they truly have nothing.
And what if you could talk to the dead?
One of my psycho point of view works.
Ok, this is a long story which I intend to write one day. Short version, in high school our "crew" was Ronald, Darrin, Tim (Tip) and me. We had a reunion get together in 89 and Darrin turned out to be a total . . . ummmm . . . I'm not sure what, but for the moment we will just call him a joke. I wrote this (to the tune of an Asia song of the same name) about the evening.
This one -- it's one of my long ones. I'm not totally sure what my motivation was, or what I wanted to say, or where I was going, or even what it's about. But it has some good moments so here it is.
Based on a real event. Have you been with a group of people when the electricity goes out? Odds are they have no clue how to act without computers, sterios and especially a TV. God forbid people actually have to interact with each other.
Oh, another of my attempts at stealing the words of someone more talented than me. This one is based on Dark Truths by Joan Armatrading, one of my most fav song writers. Even tho it's not original the lyrics accurately reflect who I was at the time.
I really like this one (as far as my early stuff goes). This was inspired by the original Aliens comic book. The Desolation Angel is the Alien.
For a while I was working with another song writer. This one actually made it to a demo tape. He loved my stuff, but he was trying for more pop oriented stuff, which my lyrics are not, so we parted simply due to incompatablily issues.
To the tune of Hank Williams Jr -- A Country Boy Can Survive. The 10th Mountain anthem.
Based on a true story. Now days I check her ID.
A song about my company in the Mountain, sung to the tune of Poison Ivy by The Coasters. Based upon real people & real events.
To the tune of Bad by Micheal Jackson (sort of). This is about Valerie Dunn. We all thought she was hot in high school. Then Ronald and I saw here at a reunion and she was huge and drunk. In high school we both did anything to be close to her. Four years later we couldn't run fast enough.
Another rip off song. To the tune (sort of) of Superman by the Kinks. Sort of the same idea as the Kinks song, but I expanded on it a bit. I mean, would it really be that cool to be a superhero?
Another song about how cool it would be to kill people. I'm psychologically stable. Really I am. Hey. . . Where are you going?
Songs about being in the Army and not being in the Army anymore. I wrote these in the field. The song Don't Worry Be Happy was very popular at this time and we would sing it in the field, making up our own lyrics. Long Gone is a George Thorogood song.
Life, death and everything else is just a cycle. We can't get out.
OK, not a poem or a song, but all true.
You have probably seen this before in another version. This is the Army version.
Writen to the tune of a Was (Not Was) song. The original song was some liberal whining about how all the evil in the world was the fault of Republicans. So this is my reply song in which I confess that yes indeed, Ronald Reagan and I are personally responsible for all the evil in the world.
This is a song about the people & events at Powel Electical Manufacturing (PEMCO). I worked here when I lived in Houston.
This one is about college professors. They have little exposure to the real world, yet try to pass themselves as knowledgeable and experienced. Most of what they know comes from reading a book. While book learning is important, it can't take the place of experience.
"I'm not supporting it, but rap is the first music to be honest about the male agenda. I find it tremendously hypocritical that these pop singers throughout the ages have gone up there and sang the female agenda -- I will cherish you, I want to be with you on a mountain top, you are my lady, my everything, my first, my last. Two seconds after they are off stage they are knee deep in groupie pussy who they will never see again. At least rap is honest about it! Rap is saying, this is the male agenda, which is sex first, back that ass up."
-- Bill Maher
I was rappin' before rappin' was ever cool. Back in the days there was only Too $hort, Too Live Crew, and the Two Live Dudes. The Two Live Dudes were myself & a high school buddy. While all you punks that think you can rap were still just sperm I was busting a rhyme, just like I'll bust a cap off in your ass. We cut our own rap album back in '84. So check out my raps, but be warned, the language is strong. If you are easily offended by bad words or sexual situations, or have no sense of humor, don't go there.
I intend to post some of my old raps from the high school dayz. Like most things in life, it's just a matter of time. . .
that you are 18 years of age
that you are not going to get offended by references to sex and violence
yea ok, it's mostly sex
and you have a sense of humor -- most of these are intended to be funny, not serious
for the people who went to publik skool -- this is humor
one more warning, i don't want no crying
A typical example of my high school mentality.
The dangers of not checking her ID.
To the tune of Beasty Boys -- Fight For Your Right To Party
Same tune. Ronald wrote this one, but I edited it. Ronald had no freaking clue about verse.
This song was actually recorded, with guitar and drums. Are you scared yet? One of the more thruthful accounts of teenage years however.
Based on a story that Ronald wrote in high school. More sad high school mentality.
I showed this one to Valerie Dunn. She loved it. But I still didn't get any from her.
I wrote this one about Valerie Dunn. I did not show it to her. To the tune of Boris The Spider by The Who.
Based on an event that happened to Ronald. To the tune of Don't Stand So Close To Me by The Police.
I had been out of high school for four years by now. Men sure take a long time to mature.
No, I don't like 14 year old girls. This is humour.
It's true. Oh it's damn true.
An ode to my favourite snacks.
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