Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Dirty Harry
this one sounds contrived, and so much like bullshit that it's hard to swallow, but I don't write fiction folks, that just fuckin' ain't me-
Chai, Nozum and myself had gone to see 'Dirty Harry' when it first hit the box office (the movie where Eastwood introduces the .44 Mag. handgun)
the movie had just let out, and we were walking down a slope in the sidewalk (towards a back alley/side street that went to some really sleazy joints)
when we heard a very distinct 'boom'
we turned and saw a back dude dressed like a pimp
(leaning out of a pimp-mobile)
hand resting one the window frame of the open door
biggest fucking handgun (since the movie) I had ever seen –
it appeared to be aimed straight at us
a whole rush of people ran down the slope and ended up
at the only store which still had lights on
- a kinda' 'yuppy' aquarium store
everyone was banging on the windows and the door to get in
but the pricks wouldn't let us
finally, probably out of fear we were going to break the glass
they let probably 10 or so of us in
and guided us all down into a basement stairwell
we didn't raise our heads again until we heard the sirens
we never knew, but suspected he was shooting at somebody who had just ducked into the alley in front of us
...we just happened to be lucky enough to be caught in the crossfire
Chai, Nozum and myself had gone to see 'Dirty Harry' when it first hit the box office (the movie where Eastwood introduces the .44 Mag. handgun)
the movie had just let out, and we were walking down a slope in the sidewalk (towards a back alley/side street that went to some really sleazy joints)
when we heard a very distinct 'boom'
we turned and saw a back dude dressed like a pimp
(leaning out of a pimp-mobile)
hand resting one the window frame of the open door
biggest fucking handgun (since the movie) I had ever seen –
it appeared to be aimed straight at us
a whole rush of people ran down the slope and ended up
at the only store which still had lights on
- a kinda' 'yuppy' aquarium store
everyone was banging on the windows and the door to get in
but the pricks wouldn't let us
finally, probably out of fear we were going to break the glass
they let probably 10 or so of us in
and guided us all down into a basement stairwell
we didn't raise our heads again until we heard the sirens
we never knew, but suspected he was shooting at somebody who had just ducked into the alley in front of us
...we just happened to be lucky enough to be caught in the crossfire
Sunday, December 28, 2008
'Loose Bruce'
Loose,
you fucking idiot!
put me staring straight down the barrel
of a loaded 12 gauge
went to Pittsburgh - a Styx concert of all things –
I don't even no why in the hell 'cause
I hated Styx - but I think the premise
was to find a couple of tickets being scalped
something to do out of sheer boredom maybe,
or just to get inside and go on a dope hunt
I think we were dry 'cause if we had been carrying
we would have been wearing numbers that night
couldn't get the tickets, so you, you goof-ball,
...I knew you had boosted a car or two before,
and I knew your basket was shy an apple or two,
but when you laid eyes on the parking garage,
I knew we were knee deep in shit
tried a few windows first, I remember,
while I watched in numb, but abject horror
I remember you looking for keys left in ignitions -
that's when I saw them ... they had us Hollywood style on film, you ass-hole!
about 100 yards off, a cop and his dog in the far stairwell
(a German Shepard nonetheless)
I took off as fast as my ass could move
made it to a stairwell about 30 yards away at the opposite corner
I heard a really ominous and close growl,
like a werewolf was about to have me for dinner
next thing I know is the dog had me by the leg
and pinned against the wall,
fastest dog I have ever witnessed while moving away from it...
I think it was on steroids
then the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped
and a Pittsburgh cop levelled it to my head and said
'DON'T MOVE' - as if he thought I might - 'TURN AROUND SLOW'
(just as I was about to ask how I could do both - the consummate 'wise-ass' that I was)
a plain clothes Detective squeals in on two of four wheels,
skull fucks us a good long while while he runs us
....says if he ever catches us back in Pittsburgh
that we would spend some time together in Allegheny Number 1
Scared the shit outta' me so bad
I didn't go back there until I was a middle-aged man,
I would expect you went right back; I would expect you tried again,
If you are alive, I would suspect you are still doing it
– or time –
you fucking idiot!
put me staring straight down the barrel
of a loaded 12 gauge
went to Pittsburgh - a Styx concert of all things –
I don't even no why in the hell 'cause
I hated Styx - but I think the premise
was to find a couple of tickets being scalped
something to do out of sheer boredom maybe,
or just to get inside and go on a dope hunt
I think we were dry 'cause if we had been carrying
we would have been wearing numbers that night
couldn't get the tickets, so you, you goof-ball,
...I knew you had boosted a car or two before,
and I knew your basket was shy an apple or two,
but when you laid eyes on the parking garage,
I knew we were knee deep in shit
tried a few windows first, I remember,
while I watched in numb, but abject horror
I remember you looking for keys left in ignitions -
that's when I saw them ... they had us Hollywood style on film, you ass-hole!
about 100 yards off, a cop and his dog in the far stairwell
(a German Shepard nonetheless)
I took off as fast as my ass could move
made it to a stairwell about 30 yards away at the opposite corner
I heard a really ominous and close growl,
like a werewolf was about to have me for dinner
next thing I know is the dog had me by the leg
and pinned against the wall,
fastest dog I have ever witnessed while moving away from it...
I think it was on steroids
then the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped
and a Pittsburgh cop levelled it to my head and said
'DON'T MOVE' - as if he thought I might - 'TURN AROUND SLOW'
(just as I was about to ask how I could do both - the consummate 'wise-ass' that I was)
a plain clothes Detective squeals in on two of four wheels,
skull fucks us a good long while while he runs us
....says if he ever catches us back in Pittsburgh
that we would spend some time together in Allegheny Number 1
Scared the shit outta' me so bad
I didn't go back there until I was a middle-aged man,
I would expect you went right back; I would expect you tried again,
If you are alive, I would suspect you are still doing it
– or time –
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Hey 'Joe'
gave you some thought today
was talking to a friend,
and how the book was written
the day you rode into town
with CC ride her, every one's sex kitten 'hawn'
saw her on a documentary but I don't know the year
Mardi Gras was the setting, sucking a cock shaped pacifier
she was enjoying it fat and long...that's her alright
(I've heard they use 'em for cottonmouth... from Ecstasy I believe)
...like she needs them both – Shit!
she told me you had a thumb out somewhere along the way
picked you up and blew you, brought you along to play
no reason to doubt 'cause she was dense as lead at best
the voyage is a simple one to chart going East to West
tall and lanky you was, but never made a nickle of sense
beach fried blond frizz of a pumpkin head
cheeks like a cherub fixed in immortal smile
from a stoning beyond what the Roman's could sling
with a mind spent on weed laced with 'Super K'
like a deep fried chicken
always searching for the excrement of Aves
before the deadly day
some say you took a fall
a helluva' drop in those hills
maybe the ground below looked and had
the Chesapeake Bay appeal
hey, maybe you just got too hot
and went for a plunge back then
just like you did back in bowie days
in the merry of merry land
well, I've gotta' run now 'Joe'
go turn the thermostat down
getting way too hot in here
for friends to come around
funny 'Joe', that's all we ever knew you by
even the free one I think might not have known
I doubt she ever asked you before or after you were blown
as long as you had a joint laced with 'K',
she didn't mind your DNA
I'd like to sit and talk some more 'Joe'
...about bird shit and such
but it's time for me to go
someday we may know the name
that follows you 'Joe'
I'm letting loose the ghosts in my soul
other 'ghost hunters' can track the trail
I've given my all, that's all I will tell
my time is too short 'Joe', so I wish you well
was talking to a friend,
and how the book was written
the day you rode into town
with CC ride her, every one's sex kitten 'hawn'
saw her on a documentary but I don't know the year
Mardi Gras was the setting, sucking a cock shaped pacifier
she was enjoying it fat and long...that's her alright
(I've heard they use 'em for cottonmouth... from Ecstasy I believe)
...like she needs them both – Shit!
she told me you had a thumb out somewhere along the way
picked you up and blew you, brought you along to play
no reason to doubt 'cause she was dense as lead at best
the voyage is a simple one to chart going East to West
tall and lanky you was, but never made a nickle of sense
beach fried blond frizz of a pumpkin head
cheeks like a cherub fixed in immortal smile
from a stoning beyond what the Roman's could sling
with a mind spent on weed laced with 'Super K'
like a deep fried chicken
always searching for the excrement of Aves
before the deadly day
some say you took a fall
a helluva' drop in those hills
maybe the ground below looked and had
the Chesapeake Bay appeal
hey, maybe you just got too hot
and went for a plunge back then
just like you did back in bowie days
in the merry of merry land
well, I've gotta' run now 'Joe'
go turn the thermostat down
getting way too hot in here
for friends to come around
funny 'Joe', that's all we ever knew you by
even the free one I think might not have known
I doubt she ever asked you before or after you were blown
as long as you had a joint laced with 'K',
she didn't mind your DNA
I'd like to sit and talk some more 'Joe'
...about bird shit and such
but it's time for me to go
someday we may know the name
that follows you 'Joe'
I'm letting loose the ghosts in my soul
other 'ghost hunters' can track the trail
I've given my all, that's all I will tell
my time is too short 'Joe', so I wish you well
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
'possum'
Hey Jim, how are you doing?
We were kids once - grew up together
Remember catching snakes down at the creek?
We are 50 now Jim...
Started out you were 'opossum'
Your twin John we called 'weasel'
(whom, by the way, had no resemblance)
Haven't seen weasel in years - hope he is well
Hey, you got that job in the mine
That was gold to us back there...
Paid for your truck...man it sat high
(That's when you became 'Space Ride'-
scared me shitless to ride with you)
Ah man, but then the blow of snow and the fall
...a lot of steps
Hit your head hard, they said - scrambled you like an omelet
You never came to man...
Just so you know, you were buried with your Harley
You had a long procession 'possum'....beau coupe bikes
...crow
We were kids once - grew up together
Remember catching snakes down at the creek?
We are 50 now Jim...
Started out you were 'opossum'
Your twin John we called 'weasel'
(whom, by the way, had no resemblance)
Haven't seen weasel in years - hope he is well
Hey, you got that job in the mine
That was gold to us back there...
Paid for your truck...man it sat high
(That's when you became 'Space Ride'-
scared me shitless to ride with you)
Ah man, but then the blow of snow and the fall
...a lot of steps
Hit your head hard, they said - scrambled you like an omelet
You never came to man...
Just so you know, you were buried with your Harley
You had a long procession 'possum'....beau coupe bikes
...crow
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Regression Therapy
A long time gone now
We were young and really stupid
Whacked from all the delusions we could buy
Thought we were a 'family, you know - Manson
Even carved an "X" into our soles
Too chicken-shit to do it like Charlie
Still, we left a ridiculous footfall
A turn of the century (2oth) graveyard
'Ethnic' at that, so not the best of care
...given the dead
Initiation by fear
Well known among the 'stoners' and the 'zoners'
A vault long broken in to
So the deal was to go at midnight
...with only a flashlight
Climb into the busted out panel of the cement vault
Once inside, the cold stench of stale death was ever present
Like the smoke from the bowl
The step down into the crypt was a reach
And it caused a slip and fall into an open coffin
The light revealed a headless corpse
Odd, but the body really does turn to dirt
A powder of distinct brown color..I likened it to clay
...still do in my mind
Some bone intact, and clothes from God knows when
Rotted pieces clinging to arm and chest cavity
Shine the light down the crypt
1"x 6" planks staggered at right angles as they descended
Four layers into the loam - each layer of plank at a right angle
...to the layer below
On each rested one, and maybe two caskets
Memory won't serve...
I've blocked the least, but am haunted by the worst
Desecrated and disrespected the dead...a family most likely
How fucking sick of a thing to do!
Me, once a straight 'A' kid...once, a school safety patrol boy
Same school where 'the teach' touched my innocence
I may end him if I could, but I digress...
I'm better than that
I wonder about that head to this very day...
on an altar or mantel somewhere perhaps
We were young and really stupid
Whacked from all the delusions we could buy
Thought we were a 'family, you know - Manson
Even carved an "X" into our soles
Too chicken-shit to do it like Charlie
Still, we left a ridiculous footfall
A turn of the century (2oth) graveyard
'Ethnic' at that, so not the best of care
...given the dead
Initiation by fear
Well known among the 'stoners' and the 'zoners'
A vault long broken in to
So the deal was to go at midnight
...with only a flashlight
Climb into the busted out panel of the cement vault
Once inside, the cold stench of stale death was ever present
Like the smoke from the bowl
The step down into the crypt was a reach
And it caused a slip and fall into an open coffin
The light revealed a headless corpse
Odd, but the body really does turn to dirt
A powder of distinct brown color..I likened it to clay
...still do in my mind
Some bone intact, and clothes from God knows when
Rotted pieces clinging to arm and chest cavity
Shine the light down the crypt
1"x 6" planks staggered at right angles as they descended
Four layers into the loam - each layer of plank at a right angle
...to the layer below
On each rested one, and maybe two caskets
Memory won't serve...
I've blocked the least, but am haunted by the worst
Desecrated and disrespected the dead...a family most likely
How fucking sick of a thing to do!
Me, once a straight 'A' kid...once, a school safety patrol boy
Same school where 'the teach' touched my innocence
I may end him if I could, but I digress...
I'm better than that
I wonder about that head to this very day...
on an altar or mantel somewhere perhaps
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Shame on the Teacher
young lad,
don't place your trust in the teacher
for there are some who teach you wrong
follow what you know is right,
disregard what you know is wrong
http://www.aaets.org/article124.htm
don't place your trust in the teacher
for there are some who teach you wrong
follow what you know is right,
disregard what you know is wrong
http://www.aaets.org/article124.htm
Thursday, November 13, 2008
They All Came Home
Julius –
port and put to sea
wanderer of the waters
Lightfoot, Bogey and Thoreau
merchant, drifter, philosopher
thousand-yard stare
the oath broken…‘leave no man behind’
1st of the 8th - Beirut
go easy brother
you had to leave…Urgent Fury called
grunts still held the beach
ordinance incoming from New Jersey, USS
far out of sight
had a bro’ on the beach told me
‘had to hug the sand’…’all we could do’
as the 2600 pound H.E. came in low
rattled by the impact a mile or more away
watched in stunned silence as the shells came in
cans tumbling end over end
like a VW Beetle rolling down a bank
an eternity later the concussion
followed by the report
‘not fast enough’, I know you thought
‘these son-of-a-bitches who pulled this off’
‘not fast enough to send them to hell’
with extreme prejudice…our way
the only way…the Corp way
go easy brother
we had your back
2/2 Warlords…Semper Fi
we brought ‘em all home man
shut down that stare now
catch some much needed z’s
they all came home brother, they all came home
port and put to sea
wanderer of the waters
Lightfoot, Bogey and Thoreau
merchant, drifter, philosopher
thousand-yard stare
the oath broken…‘leave no man behind’
1st of the 8th - Beirut
go easy brother
you had to leave…Urgent Fury called
grunts still held the beach
ordinance incoming from New Jersey, USS
far out of sight
had a bro’ on the beach told me
‘had to hug the sand’…’all we could do’
as the 2600 pound H.E. came in low
rattled by the impact a mile or more away
watched in stunned silence as the shells came in
cans tumbling end over end
like a VW Beetle rolling down a bank
an eternity later the concussion
followed by the report
‘not fast enough’, I know you thought
‘these son-of-a-bitches who pulled this off’
‘not fast enough to send them to hell’
with extreme prejudice…our way
the only way…the Corp way
go easy brother
we had your back
2/2 Warlords…Semper Fi
we brought ‘em all home man
shut down that stare now
catch some much needed z’s
they all came home brother, they all came home
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
November 3rd, and a Rhyme of a Rant
either way, one more day
and George W. Bush is going away
we've had our fill of him and dick
I'd have rather had 8 more inches
of Cinton's wandering prick
gone will be Condie
and her demonic eyes
Laura the plastic
her see thru disguise
they humped us
they pumped us
they filled us with terror
when I voted for them
I made a huge error
so good-bye mental midgets
I bid you good riddance
pray to your god
and ask for his penance
I hate the word hate
and dread thought of rhyme
maybe now we can gain face
it's gonna' take a long time
so I raise a salute to you
with only one finger
you deserve nothing more
on this thought I'll linger
and George W. Bush is going away
we've had our fill of him and dick
I'd have rather had 8 more inches
of Cinton's wandering prick
gone will be Condie
and her demonic eyes
Laura the plastic
her see thru disguise
they humped us
they pumped us
they filled us with terror
when I voted for them
I made a huge error
so good-bye mental midgets
I bid you good riddance
pray to your god
and ask for his penance
I hate the word hate
and dread thought of rhyme
maybe now we can gain face
it's gonna' take a long time
so I raise a salute to you
with only one finger
you deserve nothing more
on this thought I'll linger
Saturday, November 1, 2008
bullshit and other sordid stuff
i woke up this morning frozen to the bone
my throat was sore - head hollow as a log
dog wanted something by the sound of his voice
probably let out again….man this mutt pisses a monsoon
kid’s were at it again
so i stared them both down to make my point
oldest boy, he was jacked as i sent him to his room
put on some coffee and grabbed this pen
sun was shining and the air was cool
i sat here in my boxer shorts feeling like a fool
don’t like to rhyme, though I know I just did,
just feel like squeezing a few off
just like Billy the Kid
‘big man’ down the street, he calls me 'hoss'
said he’d pay me three times last week
for playing my boss
i should charge the prick interest
the sociopath he...
the storyline has changed again…
he’ll make it right next week,
so he tells me
yesterday was a total loss
arguments once again
staring out the window
wondering when all of this would end
youngest son had a football game - he gets to play speed bump
lightest kid on the team…his coach is an ass
and so is his kid…the QB
(the poor sport little bastard that he is)
so rush around the house
anything to indulge
and pump the blood pressure up again
until the big vein in my forehead
swells up fat enough for an IV
and this goose down pillow
keeps sticking me in the ribs at night
thinking about fixing it with a shotgun blast
Elvis shot his TV you know...
man, i feel like i can’t hack one more minute
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
my throat was sore - head hollow as a log
dog wanted something by the sound of his voice
probably let out again….man this mutt pisses a monsoon
kid’s were at it again
so i stared them both down to make my point
oldest boy, he was jacked as i sent him to his room
put on some coffee and grabbed this pen
sun was shining and the air was cool
i sat here in my boxer shorts feeling like a fool
don’t like to rhyme, though I know I just did,
just feel like squeezing a few off
just like Billy the Kid
‘big man’ down the street, he calls me 'hoss'
said he’d pay me three times last week
for playing my boss
i should charge the prick interest
the sociopath he...
the storyline has changed again…
he’ll make it right next week,
so he tells me
yesterday was a total loss
arguments once again
staring out the window
wondering when all of this would end
youngest son had a football game - he gets to play speed bump
lightest kid on the team…his coach is an ass
and so is his kid…the QB
(the poor sport little bastard that he is)
so rush around the house
anything to indulge
and pump the blood pressure up again
until the big vein in my forehead
swells up fat enough for an IV
and this goose down pillow
keeps sticking me in the ribs at night
thinking about fixing it with a shotgun blast
Elvis shot his TV you know...
man, i feel like i can’t hack one more minute
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
I Am Nobody's Friend
My name is Gossip, and I have no respect for justice
I maim without killing, I break hearts and ruin lives
I am cunning and malicious, and gather strength with age
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed
My victims are helpless; they cannot defend themselves against me because
I have no name and no face (yet I seem to have every name and every face)
To track me down is impossible
The harder you try, the more elusive I become
I am nobody’s friend
Once I tarnish a reputation it is never (again) the same
I topple governments and wreck marriages
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache, and indigestion
I make (the innocent) innocent people cry in their pillows
Even my name hisses
I am called Gossip
I make headlines and headaches
Before you repeat a story (me) ask yourself
Is it true? Is it fair? Is it necessary?
If not, then don’t repeat it (me)
(Don’t be my friend)
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
I maim without killing, I break hearts and ruin lives
I am cunning and malicious, and gather strength with age
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed
My victims are helpless; they cannot defend themselves against me because
I have no name and no face (yet I seem to have every name and every face)
To track me down is impossible
The harder you try, the more elusive I become
I am nobody’s friend
Once I tarnish a reputation it is never (again) the same
I topple governments and wreck marriages
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache, and indigestion
I make (the innocent) innocent people cry in their pillows
Even my name hisses
I am called Gossip
I make headlines and headaches
Before you repeat a story (me) ask yourself
Is it true? Is it fair? Is it necessary?
If not, then don’t repeat it (me)
(Don’t be my friend)
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Aloft e Dream
Ah Christ man! …. or Allah…or Boo Dah… anyone, gest…anyone that will hear this story
I am aloft…again
But damned…. a dull ache in my left wing…closest to my heart
I had a dream…fever induced I think…I could not escape the heat
Try as I may…
There was the sound of a missile, and then a thud
I fell…I remember falling
But the rest is all caught in a haze
I swear, I heard a voice…it said ‘cum, baby cum’
And so…
Over and again…. and again still…
But I could not be stilled…and so the fever rose
And again I heard the voice calling to me ‘cum baby’
But wait… LOOK! What is that laying on the rock below?
It looks from here to be likened to an arrow…with days old dried blood
And over there! what is that in the hibiscus…a flower?
No man…. over there! among the flowers…
It smells of flower scent! Don’t you see it? Don’t you smell the sweet nectar?
That scent of raw honey…that scent that rises up to the thighs…
…what is it you see brother?
There! right there, among the hibiscus…
Red, but moving slowly away as do I
A creature…. earthbound
See…she glances back as she slowly moves away into the bush
LOOKOUT! CLOUD UP AHEAD!!!
Clearing now…. mind a little less foggy…and so I look down once again…
Gone…where did she go…this creature with locks of red
This wasn’t really…was it? This wasn’t a dream…tell me not
She was real…this creature of earth…
She cared for my wounded wing…my wing, pierced by an arrow
I know her now…. but yet I don’t…
And she said ‘where are you from baby’
…where are you from baby?’
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
I am aloft…again
But damned…. a dull ache in my left wing…closest to my heart
I had a dream…fever induced I think…I could not escape the heat
Try as I may…
There was the sound of a missile, and then a thud
I fell…I remember falling
But the rest is all caught in a haze
I swear, I heard a voice…it said ‘cum, baby cum’
And so…
Over and again…. and again still…
But I could not be stilled…and so the fever rose
And again I heard the voice calling to me ‘cum baby’
But wait… LOOK! What is that laying on the rock below?
It looks from here to be likened to an arrow…with days old dried blood
And over there! what is that in the hibiscus…a flower?
No man…. over there! among the flowers…
It smells of flower scent! Don’t you see it? Don’t you smell the sweet nectar?
That scent of raw honey…that scent that rises up to the thighs…
…what is it you see brother?
There! right there, among the hibiscus…
Red, but moving slowly away as do I
A creature…. earthbound
See…she glances back as she slowly moves away into the bush
LOOKOUT! CLOUD UP AHEAD!!!
Clearing now…. mind a little less foggy…and so I look down once again…
Gone…where did she go…this creature with locks of red
This wasn’t really…was it? This wasn’t a dream…tell me not
She was real…this creature of earth…
She cared for my wounded wing…my wing, pierced by an arrow
I know her now…. but yet I don’t…
And she said ‘where are you from baby’
…where are you from baby?’
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
you can bet your dollar
I put my greenbacks into your slots
Took you by the arm and pulled you down
I damned near choked on the lump of lust
As I watched your eyes spin like kraazee…
I waited for the, mmm... cherr-eee
(see, me and Yosemite Sam say "Aih hates rap)
Spun your wheels…
yes, yes I did ("yes yes", Dr. Seuss and 'Sam I Am' ")
Tossed your dice like Caesar salad green
Sometimes I was the crouton and came out on top… more often than not though, I settled to the bottom...
sipping oil and vinegar for wine
Always seemed to balance…the crap came out clean in the wash
We both got off from each other what we wanted...
the rush, my money... the rush is now gone, and so is my dough
“That’s the way it goes”, I’m told,
once you’ve tasted the prize “she keeps you coming back for more”
she stands at the doorway as I leave
tells me to “come back again soon”
Now you have me in your pocket, but my funds R running low…
Dare I pull out now before I’ve hit ‘that spot’…?
Maybe take it home to bed… stuff it in between the mattress where I know I'm good
The same way Great Grand Dad did…
When he had his great depression
Oh yeah, we're in trouble...but how much is a ruse?
Wall Street Casino – you are such a whore And Congress, you the pimp
What's this I hear...you’ve broke for Rosh Hashanah…?
I'm no anti-Semite, but damned!
This country is always dying for the Jews
What the fuck, and where am I…?
The Land of Oz or America the beautiful...
Emerald City or home of amber waves of green
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Took you by the arm and pulled you down
I damned near choked on the lump of lust
As I watched your eyes spin like kraazee…
I waited for the, mmm... cherr-eee
(see, me and Yosemite Sam say "Aih hates rap)
Spun your wheels…
yes, yes I did ("yes yes", Dr. Seuss and 'Sam I Am' ")
Tossed your dice like Caesar salad green
Sometimes I was the crouton and came out on top… more often than not though, I settled to the bottom...
sipping oil and vinegar for wine
Always seemed to balance…the crap came out clean in the wash
We both got off from each other what we wanted...
the rush, my money... the rush is now gone, and so is my dough
“That’s the way it goes”, I’m told,
once you’ve tasted the prize “she keeps you coming back for more”
she stands at the doorway as I leave
tells me to “come back again soon”
Now you have me in your pocket, but my funds R running low…
Dare I pull out now before I’ve hit ‘that spot’…?
Maybe take it home to bed… stuff it in between the mattress where I know I'm good
The same way Great Grand Dad did…
When he had his great depression
Oh yeah, we're in trouble...but how much is a ruse?
Wall Street Casino – you are such a whore And Congress, you the pimp
What's this I hear...you’ve broke for Rosh Hashanah…?
I'm no anti-Semite, but damned!
This country is always dying for the Jews
What the fuck, and where am I…?
The Land of Oz or America the beautiful...
Emerald City or home of amber waves of green
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
The Wheel
The body is shed as the leaves of the tree fall to the ground,
And the self is reborn in the coming spring
Who is it that can instruct us in the art of dying?
Who is it that has been instructed and can lead us?
What man is it that can help us to understand death?
We will all become expert at dying once,
But none of us will be expert instructors ever
Self is eternal, therefore is not vested in this temporal body
If the self is limitless in its scope,
Then why won’t the self set about to cease the destruction wrought against it’s vessel?
Could it be said then that the self has no genuine interest in the temporal since it had already attained the eternal?
One man’s ending is another man’s beginning
Karma will be back again someday
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
And the self is reborn in the coming spring
Who is it that can instruct us in the art of dying?
Who is it that has been instructed and can lead us?
What man is it that can help us to understand death?
We will all become expert at dying once,
But none of us will be expert instructors ever
Self is eternal, therefore is not vested in this temporal body
If the self is limitless in its scope,
Then why won’t the self set about to cease the destruction wrought against it’s vessel?
Could it be said then that the self has no genuine interest in the temporal since it had already attained the eternal?
One man’s ending is another man’s beginning
Karma will be back again someday
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Replogle World
Okay…you want to pure unfiltered unfettered reality?
No Puritanical bullshit… no overstuffed, condescending, ‘down the nose’ elitism then… okay man?
And yes, I will punctuate grammatically correct… for the anal at heart… or as I see fit
So you think you’ve seen the world?
Okay… maybe you have a passport to paradise
Me?… no man, sheltered…. really sheltered
In fact, I am so sheltered I can’t see beyond my window
Never made it to Lisbon, Morocco, or Alps of green
See man, you can badger me with a degree of faux
A modicum of that I will withstand
But in my walls brother, you pay respect
See, lack of respect will cost a price higher than your tuition… here, in my school
Ah, you know what? I am wasting time here…
This is not even the tip of where I could start…
It’s ‘lights out’ here…
I need to spin the orb and set sail for a far away land
Yeah, maybe Paris… maybe Hong Kong
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
No Puritanical bullshit… no overstuffed, condescending, ‘down the nose’ elitism then… okay man?
And yes, I will punctuate grammatically correct… for the anal at heart… or as I see fit
So you think you’ve seen the world?
Okay… maybe you have a passport to paradise
Me?… no man, sheltered…. really sheltered
In fact, I am so sheltered I can’t see beyond my window
Never made it to Lisbon, Morocco, or Alps of green
See man, you can badger me with a degree of faux
A modicum of that I will withstand
But in my walls brother, you pay respect
See, lack of respect will cost a price higher than your tuition… here, in my school
Ah, you know what? I am wasting time here…
This is not even the tip of where I could start…
It’s ‘lights out’ here…
I need to spin the orb and set sail for a far away land
Yeah, maybe Paris… maybe Hong Kong
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Not Lucy in the Sky...Just a Thought and a Globe
If the perception of what I perceive is to be altered so that my current perception is no longer what I perceive, then my current perception must be that of the past which is being perceived in the future
So I spin the balance ball and take to flight or sail to my next destination… even a traveler in spirit only can visit the four corners… and more
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
So I spin the balance ball and take to flight or sail to my next destination… even a traveler in spirit only can visit the four corners… and more
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
The 'erp, erp ,erp....clap, clap, erp, erp' Question
On a separate, but seemingly similar topic: I have this neighbor that is a sociopath, of this I'm certain...he had already blasted me for having a certain political sign in my yard, as if he felt the need to do so...went on to tell me how 'my candidate' would kill his small business... all the while I hope that 'my guy' will allow stem cell research...so I don't die soon...I had noticed that he took his opposition party sign down some short time after that...perchance out of embarrassment of his party? So last night I had my opportunity, and so I asked 'well, what do you think of Palin'....and here comes the replay 'she's gotta' nice rack, that's what I think'...........God help us!
Why do humans applaud (?) human talking heads...(yep, in this case I'm referring to politician runners for office...but it can apply to any larger than life venue)... like seals at Sea World barking and clapping for more fish...more fish...more lies...more lies. If only they knew the amusement this parallel brings...
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Why do humans applaud (?) human talking heads...(yep, in this case I'm referring to politician runners for office...but it can apply to any larger than life venue)... like seals at Sea World barking and clapping for more fish...more fish...more lies...more lies. If only they knew the amusement this parallel brings...
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Thursday, October 30, 2008
A Self-Dialectic: Musings, Diatribes, and other such Observations; or
(The strategery of staying the course in the nucular age with WMD’s and the War on Terror)
a.k.a., ‘the Diary of a Megalomaniac Hidden in the Bush’ -
What primeval, primordial trigger is it that gets pulled at the first hint of spring that causes testosterone induced chef's cuisine to flourish on the grills of American patios, and equally opposite, what unseen force is it that mutes this trigger at the coming of the red grass season? Is propane a seasonal gas?
What unseen primitive force is it (?) that drives the man, for the most part, into the wilderness when the colors change, so that bragging rights are earned to stake the claim ‘I dropped that somma -bitch with one shot’…when referring to the whitetail deer splayed out lifeless on the ground before the drinking - er, hunting - buddies.
What genetic aberration is it (?) that hearkens man back to Neanderthal beginnings when the gridiron is set for the ultimate display of violent ground acquisition, otherwise know in the ‘civilized’ world as football. And what drives a supposed man of high stature (yeah, Prez Bush) to stand before those who stare in awe (or perhaps disbelief) as he proclaims ‘stand clear, I’m gonna’ crank this baby over’, when referring to the starting of the engine on a Caterpillar Bulldozer… (photo op)
writing©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.
a.k.a., ‘the Diary of a Megalomaniac Hidden in the Bush’ -
What primeval, primordial trigger is it that gets pulled at the first hint of spring that causes testosterone induced chef's cuisine to flourish on the grills of American patios, and equally opposite, what unseen force is it that mutes this trigger at the coming of the red grass season? Is propane a seasonal gas?
What unseen primitive force is it (?) that drives the man, for the most part, into the wilderness when the colors change, so that bragging rights are earned to stake the claim ‘I dropped that somma -bitch with one shot’…when referring to the whitetail deer splayed out lifeless on the ground before the drinking - er, hunting - buddies.
What genetic aberration is it (?) that hearkens man back to Neanderthal beginnings when the gridiron is set for the ultimate display of violent ground acquisition, otherwise know in the ‘civilized’ world as football. And what drives a supposed man of high stature (yeah, Prez Bush) to stand before those who stare in awe (or perhaps disbelief) as he proclaims ‘stand clear, I’m gonna’ crank this baby over’, when referring to the starting of the engine on a Caterpillar Bulldozer… (photo op)
writing©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.
The 'What is wrong with my country' rant...
What is wrong with America? This is not the country I once knew. Don't take this wrong - I am a patriot - but did I drift off to sleep like Rip Van Winkle just to wake to this hellish nightmare of a world we are now in? Did we all? I can't let my children walk to school, or play outside, or go to a Saturday Matinee like I used to, because of ill minded individuals...sick bastards all...who would do them harm.
Why is the divorce rate in my country so high, and why is it more 'normal' to have been divorced than to have remained married to one spouse? Someone please tell me what is wrong with my country? We travel to the moon and Mars...why? Is it to look for signs of intelligent life because we can find none here, or is it to find a place to propagate the race after we deplete this earth? We can travel to the outer realms of the universe but we can't cure the common cold, let alone major life-threatening disease. Someone tell me please, what is wrong with my country?
What are Crips, Bloods, MS13, and Skin-Heads? And why? Why such hatred? Why the killing? What is wrong? PlayStation, Nintendo, TV....what is wrong with my country? Where did the family time go? Where has the printed book gone? Where is Timmy and Lassie? Text message, cell-phone can't do without, e-mail.....what is going on here?
'Joe the Camel', 'Joe six-pack' and 'Joe the plumber'...God, I can't take it any longer! CEO's growing fat while the poor grow poorer, Government ran by Corporate 'Big Business'...whose interest is at heart here? Politicians are simply that....self-serving finger pointing criminals with the law on their side....they are not servants of the people...what, you thought because you voted for them that they work for you? Silly human race! Wall Street going belly up while my IRA goes nose first to the ground because of a few greedy individuals...what is wrong with my country? Terrorism....no! That's a Government ruse...keep 'em running scared and we can pull the wool over their eyes...think not? Explain the last 8 years. The Bush Administration must have thought 'how damned stupid are these people' as they laughed at all they have gotten away with. Stupid gas must have been pumped into the air I think. Code yellow, code orange, ...where did that go, code blue? Anybody know? It happened overnight.
There are 'terrorists', yes indeed, but not just of Middle Eastern descent though...do you not remember Eric Rudolph, the far right wing Christian abortion clinic bomber? Do you remember Ted Kaczynsky, a.k.a. 'The Unibomber'? Okay then, surely you recall Timothy McVeigh, the American who detonated the truck bomb in Oklahoma City...have we forgotten them? They were Americans. What's going on here? Why the extreme hate? Sure, there are extremist's everywhere...not just those who brought down the towers, whoever they were....all functioning under the influence of hatred. I'd hate it too if we were being 'democratized', ripped off and influenced by another country. Hey, wait a minute man, I'm talking about US!
China? ...oh, that's just Big Business taking advantage of child labor there and enormous tax breaks here. Hell, I think I do hate us for what we do and what we don't.....a hatred of a broken country, a broken system, a broken people....what is going on here? Somebody please tell me.
Why can't I say 'Merry Christmas' but I can say 'Happy Halloween', or 'Happy Hanukkah'....what is going on here? Clinton gets blown in the oval...we get no good Bush....something fundamentally wrong with that. Ted Stevens, Alaskan Senator...charged with what was it, 13 counts of some form of corruption in office...but he'll fight it and run for Senate again....and Mark Foley and sex with Congressional pages....and Conressman Kennedy driving drunk on his way to cast an emergency vote at 2:00am...(yep, I'm being bi-partsan). I had once read this line a long time ago...'I steal a nickel, rich man steals a dime; he writes a best selling novel, while I do the time'.....yeah, it's true.
What is happening? Insurance for all...why no way at all....are you ill? Do you have insurance? Do you need your meds? Do you have insurance? Food for the kids, or my cardiac meds....that's the choice...what is going on here, in America? Christmas around the bend...the ads are coming out, the economy is falling apart...granted, we don't celebrate for the right reason, but kids are kids, and how do you say no, and what if you have no choice but to say no? In America? Land of the Free...land that I love...I've heard it said so many times by worldly travellers (no, I have not been one...France, Burma, Peru...all places I'd love to see, but I can't afford)...go to another country and see just how well off we have it here. Damned! I've gotta' stop now...this is rapidly deteriorating into a rant that will not stop, is counter-productive to my work, and is ruining my day.
I'm sorry if I've offended, but yet I'm not...it's simply the truth, and you know it. I simply 'spoke' it. I'm just exercising my right to Free Speech while I still have it.....America, good God almighty.....what's going on?.......please check my verse and Haiku pages, and for the most part steer clear of these rants....it's just my way of ventilating my wrath before it eats me alive...hopefully you will find a better person on my other links.
rant©GW Crow2008. all rights reserved.
Why is the divorce rate in my country so high, and why is it more 'normal' to have been divorced than to have remained married to one spouse? Someone please tell me what is wrong with my country? We travel to the moon and Mars...why? Is it to look for signs of intelligent life because we can find none here, or is it to find a place to propagate the race after we deplete this earth? We can travel to the outer realms of the universe but we can't cure the common cold, let alone major life-threatening disease. Someone tell me please, what is wrong with my country?
What are Crips, Bloods, MS13, and Skin-Heads? And why? Why such hatred? Why the killing? What is wrong? PlayStation, Nintendo, TV....what is wrong with my country? Where did the family time go? Where has the printed book gone? Where is Timmy and Lassie? Text message, cell-phone can't do without, e-mail.....what is going on here?
'Joe the Camel', 'Joe six-pack' and 'Joe the plumber'...God, I can't take it any longer! CEO's growing fat while the poor grow poorer, Government ran by Corporate 'Big Business'...whose interest is at heart here? Politicians are simply that....self-serving finger pointing criminals with the law on their side....they are not servants of the people...what, you thought because you voted for them that they work for you? Silly human race! Wall Street going belly up while my IRA goes nose first to the ground because of a few greedy individuals...what is wrong with my country? Terrorism....no! That's a Government ruse...keep 'em running scared and we can pull the wool over their eyes...think not? Explain the last 8 years. The Bush Administration must have thought 'how damned stupid are these people' as they laughed at all they have gotten away with. Stupid gas must have been pumped into the air I think. Code yellow, code orange, ...where did that go, code blue? Anybody know? It happened overnight.
There are 'terrorists', yes indeed, but not just of Middle Eastern descent though...do you not remember Eric Rudolph, the far right wing Christian abortion clinic bomber? Do you remember Ted Kaczynsky, a.k.a. 'The Unibomber'? Okay then, surely you recall Timothy McVeigh, the American who detonated the truck bomb in Oklahoma City...have we forgotten them? They were Americans. What's going on here? Why the extreme hate? Sure, there are extremist's everywhere...not just those who brought down the towers, whoever they were....all functioning under the influence of hatred. I'd hate it too if we were being 'democratized', ripped off and influenced by another country. Hey, wait a minute man, I'm talking about US!
China? ...oh, that's just Big Business taking advantage of child labor there and enormous tax breaks here. Hell, I think I do hate us for what we do and what we don't.....a hatred of a broken country, a broken system, a broken people....what is going on here? Somebody please tell me.
Why can't I say 'Merry Christmas' but I can say 'Happy Halloween', or 'Happy Hanukkah'....what is going on here? Clinton gets blown in the oval...we get no good Bush....something fundamentally wrong with that. Ted Stevens, Alaskan Senator...charged with what was it, 13 counts of some form of corruption in office...but he'll fight it and run for Senate again....and Mark Foley and sex with Congressional pages....and Conressman Kennedy driving drunk on his way to cast an emergency vote at 2:00am...(yep, I'm being bi-partsan). I had once read this line a long time ago...'I steal a nickel, rich man steals a dime; he writes a best selling novel, while I do the time'.....yeah, it's true.
What is happening? Insurance for all...why no way at all....are you ill? Do you have insurance? Do you need your meds? Do you have insurance? Food for the kids, or my cardiac meds....that's the choice...what is going on here, in America? Christmas around the bend...the ads are coming out, the economy is falling apart...granted, we don't celebrate for the right reason, but kids are kids, and how do you say no, and what if you have no choice but to say no? In America? Land of the Free...land that I love...I've heard it said so many times by worldly travellers (no, I have not been one...France, Burma, Peru...all places I'd love to see, but I can't afford)...go to another country and see just how well off we have it here. Damned! I've gotta' stop now...this is rapidly deteriorating into a rant that will not stop, is counter-productive to my work, and is ruining my day.
I'm sorry if I've offended, but yet I'm not...it's simply the truth, and you know it. I simply 'spoke' it. I'm just exercising my right to Free Speech while I still have it.....America, good God almighty.....what's going on?.......please check my verse and Haiku pages, and for the most part steer clear of these rants....it's just my way of ventilating my wrath before it eats me alive...hopefully you will find a better person on my other links.
rant©GW Crow2008. all rights reserved.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
this is no poem
Good advise was given, and good advice was taken -
Ah, the moderate voice of common sense
...and wisdom
I've spent a lifetime of being wrong
...it seems
but this time I chose to listen
To heed the warning signs... 'Train Up Ahead'
'Stay Out' the sign reads... 'Trespassers Shot On Sight'
'No Parking' here... 'No Left Turn' there
When I was a young lad I was full of salt
...a good amount of vinegar too
Just could not be told what was right, or at least wouldn't listen
I had to do it wrong first, the school of hard knocks they called it
I once climbed over an electric fence
...there was no sign to ward me off
With my left hand I pushed it down so I could straddle it with ease -
my hand and balls touched the wire at the same time
and at that very instant I swear I heard the angels sing
My cousin that was with me said I had a halo around my head
... juice didn't quit until the source was drained, see DC won't let go
So over time I've learned to look and exercise caution,
though sometimes in the middle years I must admit
I forget the lesson I learned from that fence
I still wander into the pasture with the bull before I look
... the one place a warning sign could be used
Man, the good advice it could offer
writing©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.
Ah, the moderate voice of common sense
...and wisdom
I've spent a lifetime of being wrong
...it seems
but this time I chose to listen
To heed the warning signs... 'Train Up Ahead'
'Stay Out' the sign reads... 'Trespassers Shot On Sight'
'No Parking' here... 'No Left Turn' there
When I was a young lad I was full of salt
...a good amount of vinegar too
Just could not be told what was right, or at least wouldn't listen
I had to do it wrong first, the school of hard knocks they called it
I once climbed over an electric fence
...there was no sign to ward me off
With my left hand I pushed it down so I could straddle it with ease -
my hand and balls touched the wire at the same time
and at that very instant I swear I heard the angels sing
My cousin that was with me said I had a halo around my head
... juice didn't quit until the source was drained, see DC won't let go
So over time I've learned to look and exercise caution,
though sometimes in the middle years I must admit
I forget the lesson I learned from that fence
I still wander into the pasture with the bull before I look
... the one place a warning sign could be used
Man, the good advice it could offer
writing©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Hard Labor
82 Year Old Amish man dies from fall in Lancaster, PA.
82-year-old Oliver Yoder died Thursday night during what Pennsylvania State Police have termed a ‘typical child's game of tag’. Mr. Yoder had finished bedding his plowing oxen for the evening just an hour earlier, and had gone upstairs to go to bed. Apparently 5 to 7 Amish boys were playing a game of tag in a nearby field, when one of the boys yelled ‘Ollie, Ollie, oxen free’. In what appears to have been an unwarranted attempt to capture his ox Levi, Mr. Yoder fell approximately 15 feet from the top of his staircase, fracturing his skull on impact. He was transferred to Lancaster Memorial Hospital, but died a short time later. The boys involved, all relatives of Mr. Yoder, under Amish Law, could be sentenced to a life of hard labor.
82-year-old Oliver Yoder died Thursday night during what Pennsylvania State Police have termed a ‘typical child's game of tag’. Mr. Yoder had finished bedding his plowing oxen for the evening just an hour earlier, and had gone upstairs to go to bed. Apparently 5 to 7 Amish boys were playing a game of tag in a nearby field, when one of the boys yelled ‘Ollie, Ollie, oxen free’. In what appears to have been an unwarranted attempt to capture his ox Levi, Mr. Yoder fell approximately 15 feet from the top of his staircase, fracturing his skull on impact. He was transferred to Lancaster Memorial Hospital, but died a short time later. The boys involved, all relatives of Mr. Yoder, under Amish Law, could be sentenced to a life of hard labor.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Jesus Loco Motive
Verse:
Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
Running circles underneath his Christmas tree
Yeah, Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
For all the little girls and boys to see
Verse:
There won’t be that much this year for Christmas
Washington and Wall Street had their way
Yeah, there won’t be that much this year for Christmas
So big money tell the parents what to say
Chorus:
Away in a prison your head will it lay
If God still exists and he has his own way
The stars in the sky will be memories
'Cause inside of prison only walls will you see
Verse:
Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
Running circles underneath his Christmas tree
Yeah, Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
For all the little girls and boys to see
Verse:
There won't be any manger for Christmas
No wisemen underneath the Christmas tree
Yeah, there won't be any reindeer this Christmas
'Cause they're humping Lehman's anus hopefully
Chorus:
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, George Bush is going away
John McCain has seven houses
While the rest of us can hardly find our way, hey
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, George Bush is going away
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
Running circles underneath his Christmas tree
Yeah, Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
For all the little girls and boys to see
Verse:
There won’t be that much this year for Christmas
Washington and Wall Street had their way
Yeah, there won’t be that much this year for Christmas
So big money tell the parents what to say
Chorus:
Away in a prison your head will it lay
If God still exists and he has his own way
The stars in the sky will be memories
'Cause inside of prison only walls will you see
Verse:
Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
Running circles underneath his Christmas tree
Yeah, Jesus wants a train set for Christmas
For all the little girls and boys to see
Verse:
There won't be any manger for Christmas
No wisemen underneath the Christmas tree
Yeah, there won't be any reindeer this Christmas
'Cause they're humping Lehman's anus hopefully
Chorus:
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, George Bush is going away
John McCain has seven houses
While the rest of us can hardly find our way, hey
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, George Bush is going away
©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved
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