Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Unsupervised

 "Unsupervised"


Unsupervised
they just wanted me to die
and I sat
on the corner
aged five
singing all original songs
then as now
and no one cared
no one dared
tell me i'm great
or even mediocre
"he has potential"

existential
at four, i wrote entire rock operas
sure
sometimes i would steal
a hook
here n there
but then again
so does Sir Paul
and what do i care
no one gonna sue me
no one cares anyway
i could be dead or alive
and no one would say
and God made me this way
yes
i sat on the corner
quite unsupervised
cause no one really cared
be funner if i'm dead
abducted
and as it should be
smarter than the rest
genius to the test

And well ,...

at least God is my friend
sometimes
he entertains me
with silly games
and limericks
word play
bad luck
and I hate Sunday
yes
for i sat on the corner
writing entire concerts in my head
Cars going by ,..

a stranger came
a young lady
she told me i was great
she listened for minutes
and then went away
that's all i can say
thats what i remember
that September 1970
and here in 2020
i saw her just the other day
she was now old and aged
He put her in a cage

For loving me,..

See i told you so
bad luck
will come to thee
but she still says i'm great
anyway,...

she is my guardian angel

mechanical angle

and oh how i hate
it all
i don't want to be here
never did anyway
a family that hated me
and i betray
they wanted me taken away
abducted
and raped
beheaded
and thrown
in the bushes
decayed
a dead child
and the last
of 8 ,...
that could have been me
and it might have been great
because then i wouldn't suffer
this stupid world
rejected by girls
or some shit like that
hated for being small
berated,..

and "unsupervised"
i Crept away ,..
from them
I was alone way back then
and so ironic now
how nothings changed,..
its all
still the same

they wanted me snatched
they wanted drama
they wanted things to talk about
not boring old me
i've nothing to offer
go fill up your coffer

I am an ancient soul
so talented
yet nobody cares
and life isn't fair
And God laughs at me
says its how it should be
rejected
hardly loved
not respected
or detected
1-00
1-00
SOS
and 666
becomes our friend
somehow
we lay their at night
defying the Lord
and remembering only
all
that was bad
so glad
then we pray
the burden is light !
I can get away !!!
i will crack the code
I will break the mold
be a superstar
before I'm too old
yeah
that's what they all say
then they all get away
by claiming their gay
or some liberal fake shit
like that

old hat

And "Someday,...We'll be together"
I sing as Dianna Ross
or however
I remember
those cold "Ber" Months
of yesterday
creeping closer
as today
I see the cold sun going down
in my dreams
then as now
And Syd whines
and dines ,...

Fiat Executive

Expletive

boring idiots
they get caught
creeping in bars
bored of this life
prayer
and strife
So vapid
and callous
who don't know they suck
they wonder aloud
rarely alone
they're so full of shit !
because unlike me

they can't handle it

this is why i'm hated
this is why i'm ignored
for i am the strong
self adored
i guess
not like the rest
unsupervised and gone
is how i must be
on a long walk to explore
at age three
run over
killed
and God says go back
live again
do it over
and this time with sin

Yes ! I'm sending you back !!
again and again
De Ja Vue
picked up
dropped off
dead or alive
oh how it all seems the same !
its pre-arranged !!

and there is no mistaken
they wanted me taken
they wanted me dead
or something bad
for it might be just the same
a funeral
sad
and blame
but
he would have just grown up
to be lame

anyway

Who needs this little
ungrateful shit
urchin
ORPHAN
wretch
he may expose us all
or we might expose HIM !!

"Do" ( Contact ! )

 Yes

I was awakened from my millionth year of 
Satan sleep
it was so black
but then
i saw a great light
and i saw a green ball
a powder blue sky
and shimmering waters
of life
but none for i
sure i had sex
i guess
but i always seemed
to be
under some sort of hex
and much like the rest
and I discovered one day
 i was lonely
rarely happy

but

and full of prayer
I was cursed
put me in a hearse 
but 
I sought a better Existence 
And I had persistence 
I was;

THE RESISTANCE !!

too
and yet
much
hated it all
and in the end
No Better
than Some corny 
Eddie Vedder
Yellow Lead Better
I was just another jerk
rotten cheddar
'could have ruled them all
but
i was so small
not famous
but lame
pathetic
and insane
Not lucky at all
and not tall
and they all just laughed
and well perhaps
they should
too
books and notepads
full of worthless shit
eaten
by silver fish
and played with
by lonely
house centipedes
in the day 
dusty and  musky 
and in thy night too
rarely seen
and up in the attic
a bunch of static
the devil only uses
and at night
Yes to fright 
to scare
those in the room
with white noise
on the Tv
3 AM
maybe

my childhood

just an eternal ghost
you aghast 
Burnt toast
fills the house
and the air is shattered suddenly
by broken glass 
and
She is a hot piece of ass
huh ?
Your attention turns
as usual
Old yearbooks
and magazines
they show retro hell
and sports and creams 
and endless
lost dreams
or captured
it doesn't matter
the centipedes and silver fish they march
on in the night
and in the dirty paint 
and You are no saint

EITHER !!

chewing on your ego
spitting out
all your fights
the worms regurgitate 
all you
masturbate
your brilliant words all
are just fodder
for the small
creatures of the

NIGHT !
And ,..

NO ONE CAN FIND THE LIGHT !!

And I think I made contact !!
With those with EVP technology
or maybe Christ himself
or Steve Huff
Or God
But it's all a waste
cause in the end
the Beatles were bigger than Rod !!

who was right ??
the left or the right ?
The ups or the downs ??
those with smiles who kneel 
or those with frowns
who beg
or those lucky with monies and honies
who merely laugh at all ?
Or those
with much blight ?
Yes
cold dusty and lonely
a ghost sits in the corner
and high above
in the old garage

chattering teeth
and mouse-like grin
he ,..

he's happy he's dead
he can annoy them now forever
all alone
cold and to the bone
shivering with rats
and mice
and lice
He's TWICE
THE GENIUS
You'll ever be
because he's sat there for eternity !!
and READ

ME !!

they spray him with black flag
and raid
And they even try Sage
it is no use
the ghost only curses
in hith muse

Boring

i strived to be different
As did he
and look where we ended up !
shoveled
in groove

We can't prove !!
though we hella tried !
And died too

yet the needle hardly moved
and well lubed
i lashed out at God too
and
who can blame me
I am You !
and i had dreams of fear
and coffins alive
and those who caved
while many strived
as they sweated and cried
and told lies
anything to get through
and not do
what I do !

i was locked in hot rooms
by mad men
or maybe just by me
returned to the eternal black
from which I plumed
and I begged and asked God why
do so many suffer
and so greatly 
and often tortured too
and before they just die
and just like Christ
yet they go down
or sideways or back
not up
like the Lord
where the enlightened go
And she asked is it in
and I said what ?
And she scoffed
I am sin
and it will never come
someday she mocked
as she smiled evil
and walked up those stairs
i didn't even want to kill or hate her
as i slithered back to me
to cry
and give up and quit
once again
and for another day 
and wrote i
so genius
so eloquent
so well versed
better than you
and maybe all the rest
and 
even Burroughs or some Stein  too
yeah i know its a dream
but
i gotta do
what i Gotta do

And I dreamed I saw
On a moonlit stair
And fretting his hands
at the multitudes there !

Oh please God Please
Don't let me stay dead !! Please Christ
and Holy spirit too !
help I'm a rock
and all they do
is mock !

and just like in
the Monkees head
I was led
I was taken on a tour
of the great factory
where all is built
by clockwork angels
and little devils
the men in blue
and the rats in red 
the girls crying
and running away
from their fateful hateful family
who took them away

from the love,...

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

PICTURE A MAN ,...................................

ASK NOT !

Vice President Johnson, Mr. Speaker, Mr. Chief Justice, President Eisenhower, Vice President Nixon, President Truman, Reverend Clergy, fellow citizens:
We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom--symbolizing an end as well as a beginning--signifying renewal as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forbears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago.
The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe--the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God.
We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans--born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage--and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world.
Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
This much we pledge--and more.
To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share, we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided there is little we can do--for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and split asunder.
To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free, we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their own freedom--and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside.
To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required--not because the communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.
To our sister republics south of our border, we offer a special pledge--to convert our good words into good deeds--in a new alliance for progress--to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of poverty. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. And let every other power know that this Hemisphere intends to remain the master of its own house.
To that world assembly of sovereign states, the United Nations, our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge of support--to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for invective--to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak--and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run.
Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace, before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.
We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed.
But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from our present course--both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons, both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of mankind's final war.
So let us begin anew--remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.
Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us.
Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms--and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations.
Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths and encourage the arts and commerce.
Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah--to "undo the heavy burdens . . . (and) let the oppressed go free."
And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.
All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.
In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe.
Now the trumpet summons us again--not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need--not as a call to battle, though embattled we are-- but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation"--a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease and war itself.
Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort?
In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility--I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it--and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you--ask what you can do for your country.
My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.
Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.