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
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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
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