Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Out of Step

A beautiful black lamb,
Lies down in green pastures,
Away from the rest of the flock,
She is Out of Step.

Though the fleece is clouded,
Her soul is white as snow,
She is not one of the brooding gaggle,
My cup runneth over.

Lamb turns to lion,
Lion turns to lamb,
In the end,
They're really all the same.
Taylor Schiefer

Twilight Fox

The twilght air was calling,
Its long, dutiful call,
So I took a long walk,
Through the woods by nightfall.

Trudging through the desert dark,
Walking through the aeons of infinity,
Moonlight seeps through the pitch,
Shining upon the magnificent Twilight Fox.

Brushing the shadows,
Her eyes meet mine,
A connection that reaches up,
And bites the back of my soul.

The moment is gone,
Watching my light,
She barks her compassion,
And bounds away.

Satisfied,
I go back home,
Another life wiser,
Because of the Twilight Fox.
Megan Salva

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Wild Orchid

A wild orchid,
Enchanting me with shades of fuchsia,
Prettier than a rose,
And always worth the expense.
Caitlin Mazur

I Would Rather Have Corspes On Our Conscience Than Diamonds On Their Necks (Remix)

The strongest have no power to resist us,
nor can any deliver out of our hands.

Though hand join in hand,
And Lies beget lies,
They are easily broken in pieces.

Before the devouring flames.

Their foot shall slide in due time.

They deserve to be executed,
Hung by their laurels,
Infinite punishment,
True justice never stands in the way.

Their foot shall slide in due time,
Infinite punishment.

The pit is prepared,
The fire is made ready,
Fiendish principles reigning,
Only in the natures of men.

Before the devouring flames.

Their foot shall slide in due time.

They deserve to be executed,
Hung by their laurels,
Infinite punishment,
True justice never stands in the way
Though hand join in hand,
And Lies beget lies,
They are easily broken in pieces.

*Nick Perrone edited this song for me!!!!!!!! Thanks :D

Friday, December 25, 2009

A Secret Sunset

A secret sunset is beautiful,
Because it hides a moon.

A desert is beautiful,
Because it hides a well.

Life is beautiful,
Because it hides death.

Only with the heart that one can see rightly,
What is essential is invisible to the eye.

You are beautiful,
Because you are kind.

You are beautiful,
Because you are always you.
Zarina Zondon

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Morning Bells

When you walk by,
There'll be silence,
All except tiny whispers,
Morning bells will chime.

There'll be wide eyes,
And pursed lips saying,
"My God, she is beautiful,"
Morning bells will chime.

I'll walk by your side,
Through rain or shine,
I'll be there,
If the morning bells don't chime.

Don't worry,
The morning bells will chime,
They always ring,
For one of their own.
Zarina Zondon

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

My Little Red Rose

My little red rose,
I keep in my pocket,
To have and to hold,
To make it feel safe.

Her scent is like rain,
A million stars in the sky,
If a million stars suddenly died,
The whole wide world would cry.

When life gives you a rose,
You keep it real close,
Make it feel safe,
And never let go.
Michelle Zaltsman











Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Saint's Treasure

Life begins with a snap of the fingers,
And ends with the subtle snuff of a flame,
A fantastic duel of love and life,
The dance of death unites us all.

Young and slender,
Entrancing and angelic,
Coursing with everlasting life,
She is a radiant diamond in a valley of rocks.

Dark turns to light,
Hell becomes Heaven,
Death changes into life,
All because of this dream gem.

Life may begin with a snap of the fingers,
And end with the subtle snuff of a flame,
But it's completely worth it,
To get a glimpse of that splendid saint's treasure again.
Danielle Fox

Sunday, December 6, 2009

A Dream Within A Dream

All that we see or seem,
Is just a dream within a dream,
Or maybe just maybe,
This could be another planet's Hell.

A funhouse insurrection,
The clowns ponder in your direction,
Blood is spilled upon the floor,
Awake, awake, awake once more.

All that we see or seem,
Is just a dream within a dream.

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Beautiful scenes of enchanted hills and gardens,
Fountains that sing in the sun,
Golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas,
And Plains that stretch on for days.

All that we see or seem,
Is just a dream within a dream.

Shadowy companies of heroes,
Ride gallant white horses,
Through the magnificent ivory gates,
Into the wild world of wonder.

Once life stirs your eyes,
Again begins your boring worthless life.

I'm Stealing Their Lollipops

You don't know what it means to be a man,
You never did, you never will.

We're tired of the lies,
And the endless goodbyes,
Tell us everything's okay,
When all you do is betray.

We are the tumor on your back,
Scratch until the pain subsides,
You better start worrying,
We're not benign.

When you're not kissing babies,
You're stealing their lollipops.

Like zombies we came back,
Never doubt an angry mass.

Pitchforks raised in fits of fury,
We are the judge and the jury.

When you're not kissing babies,
You're stealing their lollipops.

We are the tumor on your back,
Scratch until the pain subsides,
You better start worrying,
We're not benign.

We are the tumor on your back,
Scratch until the pain subsides,
You better start worrying,
We're not benign.

The minute you turn your back,
Is the minute you should start worrying.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

I Would Rather Have Corspes On Our Conscience Than Diamonds On Their Necks

Their foot shall slide in due time,
Men's hands cannot be strong when We rises up,
The strongest have no power to resist us,
nor can any deliver out of our hands.

Though hand join in hand,
And Lies beget lies,
They are easily broken in pieces,
Before the devouring flames.

Their foot shall slide in due time.

They deserve to be executed,
Hung by their laurels,
Infinite punishment,
True justice never stands in the way.

Their foot shall slide in due time,
Infinite punishment.

The pit is prepared,
The fire is made ready,
Fiendish principles reigning,
Only in the natures of men.

*Greatly based on Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God by Jonathan Edwards

Monday, November 2, 2009

<3 Panda

Soft and strong,
Dark and light,
Yin and Yang,
Black and white.

He slowly shuffles over,
Beautiful lovelight in his eyes,
He grabs me,
And gathers me in his warm embrace.

I am happy,
He is happy,
I know He'll never let go,
He's my <3 Panda.

*This is dedicated to Lissette Rodriguez and her stuffed panda bear Seth. She requested this poem, but Seth really is a cutie pie, so I think this greatly represents him.

Wonderlust

Misty morning fog,
Wailing weeping willows,
Leaning against a sky of royal blue,
The lily pads dance before me.

Golden glourious sun,
Beams from up above,
The valley lies below,
I fly like a dove,
Time and space are finally one.

The first kiss,
Like vines wrapping around our hearts,
After everything else ends,
Love is all that will remain.

Nature's quite a lady,
But I need your love,
Nature's quite a lady,
But you're my Wonderlust.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A Letter of Love and Life

A written letter,
Written in ink,
Lasts a lifetime.

An unforgettable treasure,
A rarity,
A relic of a more civilized age.

The letter is real,
Explosive,
Unimaginable,
Silly,
A Letter of Love and Life.

*This is a poem I wrote about Natalie Hoehl because she requested it. I compared her to a written letter because they are amazing and so is she. Written letters are a treasure and are worth the 37 cent stamp.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Dark Was the Night

Dark was the Night,
Blood was on the ground,
The day has been saved,
Justice has been served.

He only wanted to make the world,
A happier place,
Just make the people laugh,
Until they died,
With a big old smile on their face.

But alas it could not be done,
And He got the last laugh,
All in a day's work,
For a hero named Batman.

*This is a poem about Batman I made for Lissette Rodriguez because she asked. I hope you think it's good.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Secondhand Papercut

Secondhand Papercut
Secondhand Papercut

You want to feel,
But you have fear,
Fraid of something real,
Fraid of living life.

Secondhand Papercut
Secondhand Papercut

The blood is red,
Can't you see?
It isn't secondhand,
It's directly from the tap.

Mommy gave you everything,
Dad was a sap,
21st Century Digital King,
An endless slime spring.

Secondhand Papercut
Secondhand Papercut

If you think they care,
They really don't,
You have nothing to lose,
Might as well jump.

*This is a punk poem/song.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Nameless Graves and Fateless Faces

Fate and Death are forever intertwined,
Opposing, conflicting forces,
They take part in a fantastic duel,
Till the end of time.

Fate is young and slender,
Coursing with everlasting life,
Always with his feet on the ground,
And his eyes to the sky.

Death is a bulky relic,
Like an unlucky cookie,
He is crumbling apart,
A forgotten memory on the tip of the tongue.

They walk solemnly,
1...2...3,
Gun in hand,
They turn in somber harmony.

The shots are fired,
Fate is victor,
Death is buried in a nameless grave,
And the cycle begins anew.

Over time,
Fate becomes the bulky relic,
He slowly transforms into Death,
And the cycle begins anew.

The vital cycle continues,
The bullets never run dry,
It is the price we pay,
For eternal life.

*This is by far one of the weirdest poems I've ever made. It is very slightly based on a Twilight Zone called Mr. Denton on Doomsday. Have fun!!!!!

Monday, August 31, 2009

Poppy's Circus

Little Poppy Perrywinkle was in love with the clowns,
The lovable face,
The ludicrous shoes,
The handsome, ridiculous grin,
Clowns made Poppy cry,
and shake with laughter.

One day daddy said,
"I don't care if this is what you dread,
I gave you a warning ahead,
WE ARE NEVER GOING TO THE CIRCUS!!!"
Little Poppy cried out, "Please let me go,
Please let me see the amazing circus show,
I'll do anything you ask mow, grow, and even snow."

Tommy drank some Pepsi to steady his nerves,
To prepare him for what he was gonna observe,
For the trapeze,
He was light as a breeze,
For the lions,
Tommy started to lighten,
But then came the merry andrew*,
With his laughs and fun and games,
Made little Tommy cry in fits of laughter.

Then little Poppy went to the john,
And when he was done his parents were GONE!!!
He searched and searched and searched the tents,
Until he was finally spent.

Some clowns came over to Little Poppy,
And said, "We can help you find your mommy"
So he happily followed the comics,
Into a tent smelling of popcorn and candy.

Little Poppy searched he did,
But the clowns they found them they did,
They sat the parents down in little brown chairs,
And they chanted," Your boy's a fun player,
His talent's a ton,
I hope he will join our lair and wear what we wear,
OR GO HOME WITH A FUN SOUVENIR HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Little Poppy cried,
"I would love to join your clan"
Then his wonderful journey began.

First the clowns took off their paint,
Tommy looked on without a complaint,
These clowns were not angels, or saints,
But just men with happiness in their hearts,
And souls that were merry,
The men took out their tools of teaching,
They were surprisingly puppets,
They put on a show,
And Poppy started to laugh and giggle,
He continued to giggle and giggle and giggle,
Until the show became senseless,
Little Poppy clapped and clapped and clapped,
Until he finally cried,
"You guys are so great,
I can't even wait!!!!!"

Year after year passed after that wonderful day,
Poppy became the most famous of the clowns,
and the most gay,
Before every show,
Poppy would pray and meditate,
To steady his nerves, his mind, his soul,
Whatever he did,
the crowd would laugh and laugh and laugh
and laugh some more.

Days, months, years passed
Wars, famines, fads didn't matter,
Just the show,
and the performance.
It didn't matter though,
even on a poor day,
the crowd would laugh and laugh and laugh
and laugh some more.

After another flawless performance,
Poppy felt so happy,
He knew he was gonna do it,
He took his Super Soaker out on stage,
And pulled the trigger,
The crowd laughed and laughed and laughed
And laughed some more.

*This poem is a part of the Poppy saga and a parallel of an older poem of mine called Psycho Circus.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Nap For A Year And A Half

Poppy Perrywinkle was the Wizard's apprentice,
He sweated and worked,
Night and day,
All for the sake of eternal knowledge.

One day the wizard said,
"I'm gonna take a nap,
Here's my magic hat,
Don't forget to feed the cat."

Poppy took care of his chores,
And granted the people their wishes,
He gave them this and he gave them that,
Whatever they wanted out of his magic hat.

The cows became fat,
The girls became thin,
The men became lazy,
And the boys became rude.

Everybody had what they wanted,
But no one was happy,
They liked living in honest work,
And resented their silver spoon.

One day on the eve of morn,
The people sluggishly started a mob,
To get Poppy the Apprentice,
Kicked out of town.

After a year and a half,
The Wizard awoke from his nap,
He put everything back,
With a woosh of his wand.

He told his apprentice,
Some enlightening advice:

"A need is a need,
And a want is a want,
Nobody can tell the difference,
Nobody's God."

*This poem is based off the poem and Fantasia segment The Sorcerer's Apprentice. I was hoping for it to be a continuing point on the Poppy Perrywinkle saga and to be slightly anti-consumerist I guess. Enjoy!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Monkey and the Crab

Now folks, here's a story about a monkey and a crab,
The monkey treated him oh so bad,
But the crab paid him back,
Paid him back double.

Dadadadadadadoo
Dadadadadadadoo

Dadadadadadadadi
Dadadadadadadadi

The monkey threw a rotten fruit
Right on top of his head,
The crab he cried and cried and cried,
"I will get you back my friend."

Skoodleebooskoodleeboo
Skoodleebooskoodleeboo

Skadaloopskadaloopdimzoy
Skadaloopskadaloopdimzoy

The crab laying in his bed,
Whispered to his closest friends,
"It is my last wish,
Get that son of a bitch!"

Hedeehedeehedeehe
Hedeehedeehedeehe


Hadeehadeeha
Hadeehadeeha


The gun, the peanut, and the bee,
The angry, bitter three,
Sent that evil monkey,
Back up his tree.

Boodleebooboodleeboo
Boodleebooboodleeboo

Badabingbadabingbadaboom
Badabingbadabingbadaboom

The monkey came back in shame,
He told the crab he was to blame,
They hugged and became friends
And all was well in the end.



*This poem is a scat based on the Japanese child's tale The Monkey and Crab War or

Saru-Kani Gassen

*I based the scat off the song Minnie the Moocher by Cab Calloway.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Smokey's Story

Smokey is a duck,
Who was happy as can be,
Living in the lake,
Fabulous and free.

Then one day,
The oil rig came,
Splattered Smokey,
in sticky sickening sludge.

Like an anchor it dragged him down,
Before he could take his dive,
Sinking in the murky water,
Life leaving his brown decrepit body.

But alas,
An old hippie came,
Cleaned off the spots and scars,
Smokey became a brand new duck.

With his feet on the ground,
And his wings to the sky,
He became a symbol of justice,
A new hope for all.



* This is a poem for hope. A few people might see this as a liberal, environmentalist thing, but I wasn't aiming for that. I made it for Jenn Meyer because she is the inspiration for this poem.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

A Dragon in Disguise

You can tell,
A dragon in disguise,
No matter what shape,
No matter what size,
You can always tell,
Through the eyes,
Those yellow, beady eyes.

A dragon in disguise,
In sheep's clothing,
Hunting sheep,
Hunting at night,
While the lambs were all asleep.

A dragon in disguise,
Was caught by the white knight,
He saw through the beady eyes,
Scared of the holy light,
Scared of the love and life,
The dragon died from fearful fright.

You could tell,
A dragon in disguise,
No matter what shape,
No matter what size,
You could always tell,
Through the eyes,
Those yellow, beady eyes.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Bubble Boy #2

I am the Bubble Boy,
Stuck in the bubble,
I am the outsider,
Lost in a pocket.

I may not feel the waves crash,
I may not feel the bee sting,
Or the dog bite,
But I'll never be sad,
In my secure little bubble.

*This is a "redo" or "remix" of my 2nd poem ever. Enjoy!!!

You're My Memory

A memory is a memory is a memory,
Is a thought, is a feeling,
Is perception, is pleasure,
Is pain,
Is a memory, is Life.


How can I explain?
What a pleasure it has been,
To live with you,
To laugh with you,
During the good times and the bad.
You've always been there,
To have and to hug.

The best part of you,
Is that you are forever,
As long as love truly exists.


How can I explain?
What a day it was,
How horrid,
How dreadful,
How memorable.

A sheep with cloth,
Held over its eyes,
Could still hear the screams of the slaughtered,
And so could I.

I knew it was happening,
I couldn't do anything,
I was helpless.

A lamb in the corn,
I couldn't stop it,
But why should I?
I knew he was going to a better place.


How can I explain?
The weeks, the months of pain,
I scratch your back,
You stab mine.

Twist the blade,
Even deeper,
Till it touches the heart,
And it begins to bleed.

You're my memory,
That's all you'll ever be,
As Johnny Thunders said,
"You can't put your arms around a memory*."

*Both Johnny Thunders and Ralph Kramden used it in the Honeymooners

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A Thousand Voices

A thousand drops of water,
Leads to an ocean.

A thousand pieces,
Finish a puzzle.

A thousand lies,
Lead to the truth.

A thousand twigs,
Build a tall tree.

With a thousand minds,
A thousand voices break the silence,
They can turn the tide,
Of any man, fiend or foe.

A thousand doves,
Flying high in the sky,
Can steal the hearts of men,
And there shall be war no more.

When a thousand tired eyes,
Open their sleepy lids,
And gaze their watchful gaze again,
The world will finally be free.

A thousand ideas,
Come together,
To make only one,
Om.


Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Angels Will Dance At Your Grave

The Angels Will Dance At Your Grave,
They'll laugh, they'll sing,
They'll dance a jig,
All to send you on straight to Heaven.

No wonder they'll dance,
Your soul is light,
That shines upon the Earth,
Gives strength to mankind,
And everlasting hope to us all.

No wonder they'll dance,
Your tears are sweet rain,
Candied gumdrops,
Waiting to be eaten,
Your tears are worth more than the finest jewels.

The Angels are already dancing,
Waiting for you to come home,
Because any angel knows,
One of their own.

This poem should be a happy one. It was a request by Nikee Rivera because she was having a bad day. So I tried to make it extra cute and sweet. Enjoy!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Bells (Ancestors In Paradise)

A happy family,
Lived in a happy home,
Father,mother, sister, brother they be,
They were happy, damn happy,
As good as good can be.

Then came The Bells,
Telling of the past, the present, the future,
You can learn a lot from,
The rolling and the tolling of The Bells.

Father started getting sick,
Black spots covered his body,
He first couldn't eat,
Then he couldn't move,
Then he couldn't sleep,
Then last It took his body,
Piece by little piece,
Till all that was left,
Was the fruitless shell,
Of a truly wonderful man.

They told me to go to the yard,
When my father died,
They covered his lifeless eyes,
With a small loin cloth,
Took him to the crematorium.

We took his ashes home,
And put them next to Grandma's,
To watch over us forever,
And for us to remember forever.

I cried a lot that day,
The waterfall from the abysses of my heart,
To the lake in my soul,
Washed away my sorrow,
And helped me mourn.

My father had breakfast with his kinfolk,
Then lunch with our ancestors in paradise.

I'll always remember The Bells,
Telling of the past, the present, the future,
You can learn a lot from,
The rolling and the tolling of The Bells.



This poem was a poem requested by Nadia Khan about the Black Plague. I researched the Black Plague a lot and found it to be a lot like cancer actually in the way it kills people. I related it to my father, so there you go. I got the idea from Edgar Allen Poe's "The Bells." He wrote it about his dying wife as well. The second to last stanza is based on a quote by Giovanni Boccacio, an Italian noble, about the Black Plague.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Skulls and Smiley Faces

One and one half wandering fools,
Wandering through the desert sand,
Then the Skull met the Smiley Face,
And By God,
There was rain.

They were once two,
But now two faces twirled into one,
All was good,
As good as good can be.

But all of a sudden,
The Skull called it quits,
Said it would be better,
If they just stayed friends.

The Smiley Face wasn't smiling,
When she heard the news,
The Smiley Face took aim with her forty-four,
Five times with a rooty-toot-toot.
The sad Smiley said,
"He's my man, and he done me wrong"*

*The last 4 lines are directly based on a part of the American folk song Frankie and Johnny.

This is a very odd poem. It's based on Ivan Quezada and Deeana Altvater's relationship that recently ended. I was a little sad when I heard because they were my favorite couple. Even better than Brangelina. So, I decided I'd write a poem about it. This is very fictional. Ivan is alive and well. I didn't want any details so I could have more creative freedom with it. Well I went wild with it and here it is. Enjoy!

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Last Chestnut

Everlasting winter in the City,
Jack Frost's nipping at my nose,
Hell tugging at my shoulders,
Here's to the last chestnut,
Before I drop dead.

But alas,
I am saved,
By this wondrous chestnut,
Heat flows through me like a raging volcano,
The delicate, curious flavors entice me and astound me,
I am reborn.

The haunting hotdog,
The pointless pretzel,
The stomach churning churro,
Could be nothing next to the
Last Chestnut.

Rafael Joson










Friday, July 24, 2009

Who Do You Think You're Foolin?

When I was just a boy,
When I was just a boy,
The Devil would Call My Name,
I'd say, "Now,
Who Do You Think You're Foolin?!?!"
I'm a consecrated boy,
My Father He loves me, He loves me,
He gets down on His knees and hugs me,
He loves me like a rock,
He loves me like a rock of ages,
He loves me.


When I grew old and close to death,
Old and close to death,
And the Devil would Call My Name,
I'd say, "Now,
Who Do You Think You're Foolin?!?!"
I'm a capitulated man,
My Father He loves me, He loves me,
He gets down on His knees and hugs me,
He loves me like a rock,
He loves me like a rock of ages,
He loves me.

*This is a gospel kind of poem/song. It is written about God, but it doesn't matter if you don't believe in God. It can be about your father as well. It is largely based upon the song Loves Me Like A Rock by Paul Simon.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

A Flash of the Silvery Spoon

Poppy Perrywinkle was a spoiled boy,
A brat one might say.

One day Poppy was walking down the street,
Minding his own business,
When in a flash of lightning,
Down flew a silvery spoon,
Right in front of Poppy's feet.

He greedily picked up the superb spoon,
and left it in his room,
But he couldn't stop thinking about it.
It clung to his mind,
Like vines to a tree.

he started eating everything with it,
soup turned to ice cream,
oatmeal to pudding,
cereal to pie,
He ate everything and anything with the silvery spoon.

One day he realized a horrible truth,
His beloved silvery spoon,
Was nothing more than a heinous hook,
That left holes,
Holes in his mouth,
In his heart.

*I think this version is better. Thank you to Randi Fischer for editing it.

Ribbons Of Sand

Ribbons of sand,
Blowing against the sea,
Tying my heart in knots,
And freeing my loathsome soul.

The tide rushes in,
Crashes against the might breakers,
Relinquishes my ribbons,
Vulnerable.
Defenseless.

The ribbons rush back,
My ribbons of sand,
Blowing against the sea,
Tying my heart in knots,
And freeing my loathsome soul.








Friday, July 17, 2009

Draw Me A Sheep

Draw Me A Sheep,
Make her soft,
Make her fluffy,
Make her white*,

Make her strong,
But lovely,
Give her eyes that shine like jewels,
And a nose cuter than a button.

Last but not least,
Put a small slender scar,
On both our hearts,
So she'll be mine,
And I'll be hers,
Forever and ever.




*I'm not a racist, just most sheep are white. I don't want people looking too much into that.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Poppy's Play

"If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell,*
About Poppy Perrywinkle, a soldier,
He knew those bunkers well.

It was in the town of Toms River,
In the spring of 44',
Poppy was driving his supped up V8 Ford,
Without a care in the world.

There a recruiter approached him,
In a manner rather crude,
Forceful words of indoctrination,
Caught young Poppy by surprise.

Papa Perrywinkle told him,
Because he loved him so,
"No Poppy,
Don't Be A Hero!"

Poppy ignored his papa,
He wanted to see the world,
And fight the dirty Hun.

So he joined the United States Marine Corp,
Section A, Company 1.

Poppy landed on the beaches of Normandy,
He fought the hardest he could,
But he left his bloody brains,
Out on the stormy coast.

26 days later,
A somber man in black,
Came and told old papa,
Poppy wasn't coming back.

He said to him,
"Your son, he was a hero,
A boy he came, but a man he died",
Papa just cried and cried and cried.










*I borrowed that line directly from Pretty Boy Floyd by Woody Guthrie, which this poem/song is directly influenced by.


Saturday, July 4, 2009

Walking Down

A boy walks down the street,
He says,
"What am I doing here?
What's in it for me?
I want this.
I want that.
Life's going too slow,
I want to go fast,
Zoom out of innocence,
And leave this ignorance in the past."

His old dad drops by,
Gives his son a bear hug,
Gives him some free advice,
Some fatherly advice,
He tells him,
"Don't go so fast,
You've gotta make the moments last.*"



A man walks down the street,
He says,
"What am I still doing here?
I've worked at my 9-5,
All of my life,
I've got nothing,
No reason to live,
Just hungry, selfish mouths to feed,
And 1/2 a foot in the grave,
I'm crying for life,
Begging for death,
Who can decide?"

The man calls his pop,
He asks what to do, what to say, what to feel,
His father tells him,
"Your life may be hard,
But you're going soft,
You need a shot at redemption,
And you have plenty of time,
So just let it ride."


An old man walks down the street,
He says,
"I've done all I can here,
I've lived my life,
Though my body may be going,
My soul is strong,
I am ready to go."



*I took those 2 lines from a Simon and Garfunkel song called The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy).

This is my 1st poem in a while so don't be too judgmental, I'm coming back, but it's gonna be slow.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Ffib

A God among men,
They followed him,
Like sheep to the shepherd,
His ability overwhelming,
His name known throughout the land,
In the days of 15 minute fame,
His glory went on for days.

There could be no more love between him and his father,
His hero, his idol, his friend,
The epitome of excellence,
The only thing greater than the admiration,
Was the deception.

A dreadful secret,
A terrible truth,
A child of pride,
He drinks from the sickening cup,
Becoming lost in himself,
He plummets into the everlasting dust of hope.

His feelings overwhelm him,
His body and brain turn to mush,
A ghost in a ghastly world,
A lost soul,
A life unfulfilled,
A “fib” of the man,
That was once Biff.

*Finally putting this poem up because Honors English is over. This is the poem I made for Marisa Simone's project. I hope you like it, I think it's good.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Why oh Why? (Steiny version)

Why can't hate break the human spirit?
Why oh why oh why?!
'Cause man has a pretty hard head
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why, oh why, oh why oh, why?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because because because because
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Why can't a bird eat an elephant?
Why, oh why, oh why?
'Cause a bird isn't that hungry.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why do my people go hungry?
Why, oh why, oh why?
'Cause man's stomach could never fill his insatiable appetite.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why does an instrument make music?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because the player plays it.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye

Why does a cow drink water?
Tell me why n why?
What else would it drink?
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why don't I just shut up?
Why, oh why, oh why?
'Cause I know this song is long, but I have to finish it to the end.
Goodby goodbye goodbye.

Why does the man take taxes?
Why, oh why, oh why?
He wants every penny before you die.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why's there no pennies for ice cream
Why, oh why, oh why?
You put all the pennies in the college fund.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why can't a rat chase a cat?
Tell me why, oh why oh why?
'Cause the last rat that took out and chased after a cat didn't come
out so good and that's why rats don't chase after cats and that's all I
know about rats and cats
Because because because.

Why ain't my grandpa my grandma?
Why, oh why, oh why?
Because then that would be weird and I'd have 9 toes.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

Why couldn't the wind blow backwards?
Why, oh why, oh why?
It doesn't matter where the wind blows, as long as it keeps blowing.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.

*First I have to mention Woody Guthrie who wrote the original version of this song. The original is amazing and I hope this song is even 1/2 of what his is.

** I would also like to thank everybody who answered my Socratic Questions for my poem/song. The 1st person is Caitlin Mazur whose answers were the best and most important. Just Kidding. Everybody's answers were equally important to my poem/song. The rest of the people who helped me with this are: Dave Long, Kelsey Larson, Conrad Stepien, Mike Rizzo, Daniel Zaltzman, Pat Lecesse, Greg Mattson, and Joe D'Amico.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

From the Dark They've Come

"From the dark they've come,
Among obscurity they've lived,
And to the hereafter they've gone."
-From a grave in Mu├žum, Brazil

The banshees, the demons,
The ghosts, the goblins,
The shades, the shadows,
The wraiths and the zombies.

The lost souls,
Wandering, crawling, creeping,
Roaming the graveyards,
Searching for something they'll never find.

Why did these spirits,
Give up their eternities,
Forever and ever?

For you and for me,
For the past, present, and future,
For all the countless innumerable masses,
So that we do not have to walk down their tragic path.

The unsung heroes,
The terrible villains,
The unknown masses,
These are the forgotten souls,
Who stroll down the lonely road called Death.

Friday, May 15, 2009

They're Gonna Love You

They're Gonna Love You,
A heart of gold,
That will always stay,
Strength that flows,
From the heart,
To the toes,
A clean slate,
A life unfulfilled,
You're gonna knock em dead kid,
They're Gonna Love You.

*This is for Alex Nielsen. I think this is pretty good.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Obsession

From birth, one sees the light that shines on the cheeks
Evolved from the womb to achieve something great
Matured and established through the years it became
With optimism that success shall speak

Journeyed through the halls and walls of knowledge
In hope to inflate the mind with a pledge;
A promise, an oath, a chronic living conscious
That propels you to reach for the top

Alas! free from the confines of never-ending comprehension
Only to be thrown into the hell hole that awaits us all
Soon enough, you stumble to regain your posture,
Brush off your shoulder, and utter words of encouragement,
“I will be something, I will attain happiness, I will succeed!”

Finally, immersed into the reality of the business world,
You search for the ideal piece to fit into a 300 piece puzzle.
Thus, the piece is found and your profession is set with the words of success,
Soon enough, you are walking on the roads of accomplishment and achievement
And that is what the monstrosity of success brings

The road to continuous triumph is not always vacant
Obstructions and obstacles are always a present danger
They slow down the means of being successful
And at times, may even halt the production of victory

Angered by these stupid impediments
It drives you to become untamed in nature and seek for that previous state of security
Obsession with success is what has transformed your once humble mind
The boundless yearning to thirst upon bliss, sanctuary, and money-making has been entwined.

As the years roll on,
the initial brilliance soon loses its radiance and turns to darkness,
Vitality decreases and the tomb majestically creeks open
The time has passed only to bring upon a dissolution of maturity
With desperation that success shall never speak.


*Anthony Castro wanted more credit so he wrote it and I edited and mentored it. This is also my 25th Poem Anniversary so HOORAAY!!!!!!!!! Hopefully there'll be 25 more to come.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Price of Progress

The land of dreams,
Land of opportunity,
Created upon the ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Washington mutilated a defenseless cherry tree,
He did it without his father’s permission,
And with no thought to how this would hurt the land,
Or hurt his family,
But it was okay,
Just as long as he did not lie about it,
It was fine.

Maybe this is the American Dream,
The price of progress,
To pursue happiness,
By stomping on the little guy,
Or mutilating the defenseless cherry tree.

Disorganized and distracted,
Demons and dragons,
Have turned into Walmarts and McDonalds,
Chivalry is dead,
The price of progress.

In this world of limitless splurges,
And wavering markets,
Where greed is king,
And morals are thrown on the back burner,
There is the American Dream,
The American Destiny,
Manifest Destiny,
Destined to be controlled by the tides,
For all of our lives.

Friday, May 1, 2009

The Size of an Ant

Little ants,
Rushing to and fro,
A hurried tread,
A worried dread,
Life in the bubble,
Only leads to trouble.

My boot is raised,
The target is marked,
Ready to destroy,
Their home in the park.

Something stops me,
From delivering the final blow,
A final thought:
How am I different from the ants in the hill?

I like God,
Can in a whim,
Destroy a life, a family, a world,
With the selfish flick of my foot or the thoughtless brush of my hand.

WHY? WHY? WHY?

Why must I do this to these lives?
These beings of flesh and life,
We are no different the ant and I,
Just 2 individuals trying to live life,
Trying to survive in our separate jungles.

God always has his boot raised,
His target marked,
Nothing stops him from delivering the final blow,
except love and compassion.

All we are are ants,
Rushing to and fro,
Always treading,
Always dreading,
Life in the bubble.

I learned the size of an ant that day,
And also the size of a human heart.




*I think this is a pretty good poem. I would like to thank everybody who answered my anthill questions. They really helped a lot. This is my 1st poem in a while so all I have to say is have fun.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Hope

Hope
A new day,
A new way.

Life begins with the early rays of the sun,
And the late radiance of the moon,
I know that everything will be ok,
Because everyday is a new day,
That starts and ends the same.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Hell Hound Blues*

I made a deal,
A deal with the devil,
Sealed it with blood,
Now the immortal phoenix,
Will burn and never return.

My time has come,
I'm on the run,
Rain falling down like hail (hell),
There's A Hellhound on My Trail.

Break

The raven darts out at night,
Catches the early worm,
The hellhound is gonna get me,
He's gonna watch me squirm.

Break

The hell hound is a-comin',
He's a-comin' for me,
Two lumps,
Two lumps of sugar and he's gone,
Gone away,
Gone away till another day.

Break
The hell hound is a-comin',
He's a-comin' for me,
Two lumps,
Two lumps of sugar and he's gone,
Gone away,
Gone away till another day.



*I know it doesn't make the most sense in the world, but it is a blues poem/song so that doesn't really matter. It's more about how it sounds.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Eternal Joke

All the world is a stage,
The players playing their parts,
Nailed to the cross of righteous rage,
Their strings are ever pulled by the winds of change.

The eternal joke,
The ultimate punchline,
Lonely Pagliacci knew*,
But never told,
Laughing with tears in his eyes,
If everybody knew,
They'd be laughing too.



*Watchmen Rorschach reference

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Come My Beloved

Come My Beloved,
Let's rise from the ashes,
Awaken Awaken!
Take off your veil,
Your veil of tears,
For He is compassionate,
And He will guide your steps.

Your light is radiant,
So rise up and shine,
Redemption is near,
You were chosen for the journey,
Leave your mark,
And follow your footsteps.

*This poem is strongly based upon the English translation of a 16th Century Jewish Shabbat prayer called Lkha Dodi written by Rabbi Shlomo Halevi.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Kindness

Kindness seeps out,
Like a tidal wave,
Crashing against the mighty breakers,
of death and deceit.

A summer day,
In the middle of winter,
She is more lovely and more temperate,
A gold complexion that never dims.
Nadia

Saturday, March 7, 2009

King of Herrings

King of herrings,
Ruler of the stygian deep,
Oarfish pervades my dreams,
Penetrates my thoughts,
Hydra of the Pacific,
A crow's nest on the mainmast.
Oarfish

Friday, February 27, 2009

Please Excuse The Blood

Divorce is hard,
You can't put the past away,
Daddy promised love,
But all he brought was pain,
A hole in her heart,
Mommy sleeps alone,
Just waiting by the phone.

Eating is evil,
Eating is pain,
All you need is control,
Control the fear,
Stop the tears,
Perfection is in sight,
No more pain,
No more shame,
Just that perfect 98.

The violent muse,
Stings the skin,
Frees the blood,
From its terrible prison,
The heart beats faster and faster,
But the pain remains the same.

Darkness fills the void,
She knows there's nothing left,
It's better to burn out,
Than to live in agony,
She takes the gun,
Pulls the trigger;

"Please excuse the blood."

*I would like to dedicate this song first and fore mostly to Per Yngve Ohlin aka Dead the singer of Mayhem who committed suicide in 1991. I got the title from his suicide note so thanks. I would also like to dedicate it to anyone who is feeling depressed or suicidal at this moment. I am not suicidal, but I do know how you feel.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

One of A Kind

A heart of gold,
A light that will never falter,
The hope that never leaves,
A blue moon that will never set.

Everybody should have a friend like you,
Yet it looks like,
You are one of a kind.
Zarina

Monday, February 23, 2009

Danse Macabre*

She walks in to the ballroom,
Her dress is immaculate,
A satin, white gown*,
Entrancing and angelic,
She is the life of the party,
The radiant diamond in a valley of rocks.

The last dance,
The final dance has come!
Everyone is taken,
But she has been forsaken.

Lo,
Lo and behold,
Here comes a man,
No mere man,
Dressed in a stately black suit,
He is majestic, noble,
Like a king, but not unlike a beggar as well,
He is elegant and humble,
Her perfect match.

No words are spoken,
They dance,
Slow at first,
Her heart beats BA......BOOM,
Then faster,
BA...BOOM,BA...BOOM,BA...BOOM!
Even faster their legs intertwined,
BABOOMBABOOMBABOOMBABOOMBABOOM!
They are one whirling blur,
One love, one heart, one soul,
BABOOMBABOOMBABOOMBABOOMBABOOMBABOOMBABOOM!

The music is done,
The dance is over,
She collpases on the floor,
Her eyes roll back in her head,
She is positively dead.


She walks slowly,
Arms intertwined with the man,
He kindly stops for her,
The carriage held just for themselves,
And Immortality.



" No matter one's station in life, the dance of death unites all."




*Danse Macabre is Dance of Death in French.
*This is a very vague reference. If you get it you deserve a cookie.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Sphinx

As I was walking,
Down that endless highway,
I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps,
Till I came upon a crossroads,
Between the everlasting ways of Love and Life.

To my surprise,
At the old crossroads,
Was a Sphinx,
Resting,
Guarding the road,
Feasting on fools,
Dumb enough to cross her path.

So there I walked,
Dumb enough to cross her path,
But wise enough to keep my distance,
I prepared myself for a perplexing puzzle,
And the very real possibility of a gory death.

To lessen my chances,
Of a bloody, gory death,
And gain the Great Sphinx's favor,
I started petting and caressing the Great Sphinx,
Till she was purring in a strange and passionate voice,
Writhing in ecstasy and intoxicated joy.

My touch did not sway the great beast,
But between salty Nile tears,
She gave me this arcane riddle:

"What is the one thing you can always and forever have, but never have as well?"

I knew the answer right away,
It came to me in a matter of seconds,
I screamed:

"The answer is YOU!!"

We both knew I was right,
Then in the most horrible way,
The old Sphinx started devouring herself:
First went the tail,
Then the torso,
Then the claws,
And finally the human head.

After that,
All I could hear was the distant roar,
Of the Sphinx,
From the aeons of infinity,
So I kept on walking,
Down that endless highway,
I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps,
Till I finally found the field,
Where the sunlight blurs and roses fade.*


*I borrowed that last saying from a grave I saw when I visited my dad's grave. The actual saying is "The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade."

I hope this poem (I actually think it is kind of prosaic) will carry the torch of Sphinx literature that other great writers such as Sophocles, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oscar Wilde,etc. have written about in the past.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Psycho Circus

Little Tommy Sanders was afraid of clowns,
The ghoulish face,
The mountainous shoes,
The morbid, gruesome grin,
Clowns made Tommy cry,
and shake from within.

One day daddy said,
"I don't care if this is what you dread,
this fear you must shred,
WE ARE GOING TO THE CIRCUS!!!"
Little Tommy cried out, "Please don't make me go,
Don't make me see my dreaded foe,
I'll do anything you ask mow, grow, and even snow."

Tommy drank some Pepsi to steady his nerves,
To prepare him for what he was gonna observe,
For the trapeze,
He was light as a breeze,
For the lions,
Tommy started to lighten,
But then came the merry andrew*,
With his laughs and fun and games,
Made little Tommy cry in fits of shame.

Then little Tommy went to the john,
And when he was done his parents were GONE!!!
He searched and searched and searched the tents,
Until he was finally spent.

Some clowns came over to Little Tommy,
And said, "We can help you find your mommy"
So he relcutantly followed the comics,
Into a tent smelling of gin and tonic.

Little Tommy ran and hid,
But the clowns they found him, they did,
They tied him up in a little brown chair,
And they chanted," You haven't a prayer,
Your folks are gone,
You will join our lair and wear what we wear,
OR DIE LAUGHING HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Little Tommy cried,
"I will never join your clan,
If I must die I will die like a man!"

First the clowns took off their paint,
This almost made Tommy faint,
These clowns were not monsters, or ghouls,
But just men with evil in their hearts,
And souls that were cruel,
The men took out their weapons of torture,
They were surprisingly feathers,
Tommy they started to tickle,
He started to laugh and giggle,
He continued to giggle and giggle and giggle,
Until the torture became hurtful,
Little Tommy screamed and screamed and screamed,
Until he finally conceded,
"I will join your lair,
and wear what you wear."

Year after year passed after that fateful day,
Tom became the most famous of the clowns,
and the most gay*,
Before every show,
Tom would drink Jack Daniels
to steady his nerves, his mind, his soul,
whatever he did,
the crowd would laugh and laugh and laugh
and laugh some more.

Days, months, years passed
Wars, famines, fads didn't matter,
Just the show,
and the performance,
It didn't matter though,
even on a poor day,
the crowd would laugh and laugh and laugh
and laugh some more.

After another kidnap,
Tom felt so bad,
He knew he was gonna do it,
He took his Colt,
Out on stage,
And pulled the trigger,
the crowd laughed and laughed and laughed
and laughed some more.












*merry andrew is another name for clown.
*I mean gay like happy not homosexual.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Published Test Sonnet

* I might be mother f-ing published. No fucking kidding. The YPS is requesting i make a sonnet so i will. It will be my greatest challenge yet.

Yesterday I was hit by a car,
When I heard the ambulance I immediately fled,
but realized I might be dead,
So I ran to the nearest bar,
To get a cigar and smoke it afar,
The barkeep stared right at me as I bled,
And not a thing he said,
So I walked on through the concrete and tar,
Now I started getting scared,
What really frightened me the most,
was the thought that I might be a ghost
!
Because it seemed that nobody cared,
That my body was toast,
Or that my shape was impaired.
A funny thing occured when someone bumped into me,
I realized I might not be dead, but just be a teen.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Test Poem 1: Heroic Couplet

Testing testing 1,2,3!!!

The farmer called to the cows,
"Who is the most quick?"
"The cow that wins gets a glorius prize",
"And I will declare it the most wise."

All the cows played the tricks,
except for one named Sue,
She was an honest calf,
And won by a foot and a half.

Sue was the winner
And became my dinner,
But lies in a pasture in heaven.

*I understand that this isn't that good, but it is just a test so shut up you know who you are.




Sunday, January 25, 2009

Dreams of Youth

In a dream a peasant can be a prince,
In a dream the cat gets the mouse,
And the rat feasts on the cat,
In a dream a man can fly towards the sun,
Or plunge towards the endless sea,
In a dream a child can become a man right before your eyes,
Or stay young forever,
In a dream all men are created equal,
And live in brotherhood.

Dreams are not real,
and the most real things in the world.

Hold onto your dreams,
And hold them fast,
because they might not last,
Dreams are the great equalizers of this world,
Anyone can dream but not everyone can be.



* I don't know if this is bad or not, but if it is you all can suck my balls two times. (It's from Pineapple Express)

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Semi-Charmed

The Muleta*,
Red or black,
Jumper or flyer,
Scythe or cross,
Heaven or hell,
Raphael or Beelzebub,
Give or take,
Charm or harm,
Success or failure,
The roar of time,
The whirl of spontaneity,
it's only action that can make a man.
Semi-Charmed

*A muleta is the red Spanish flag used by matadors to kill bulls in bullfighting.
Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Stuck in the Middle With You

You are the glue and the acetone,
The light and the dark,
The yin and the yang,
The love and the hate.

There are clowns to the left of me,
and Jokers to the right,
With you there though,
The circle will remain unbroken,
You are the food stuck in my teeth,
And the itch I can't scratch,
But I will always be stuck in the middle with you.
Caitlin
Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Snow

It is white, pristine, and pure,
Nothing Changes,
Nothing Grows,
Under that beautiful snow,
So Different,
So Mysterious,
If I went to Hell,
I would miss it so.

Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell

Puppet

I am the puppet,
Made of hollow wood,
Acting is my life,
I play the fool, the teacher,the student, and the saint,
My nose grows,
Any Way the Wind Blows,
On the day I die,
You all can have the bloody carcass,
And the Devil can chew on the bones.

Sicerely, F.T. Rockwell

Friday, January 9, 2009

Acirema

Melting pot,
Pressure cooker.

Homicide,
Genocide,
Suicide,
Green-eyed.

Democracy,
Aristocracy,
Kleptocracy,
Hypocrisy.

Life,
Liberty,
Strife,
Catastrophe.

Capitalism,
Fascism,
Chauvinism,
Barbarianism,
Paganism,

America.
Acirema.

Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell