Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you have to try you know
you have to try
you have to say something
you have to stop the lies

alibabble and the forty thieves
stole the riches
caught the disease of greed
and where did it get them

I stole a candybar
sweet delight
don't remember the brand
just for "shits and giggles"
you understand
and maybe for the hit
of sweet remorse
afterall
I've felt guilty all my life

the caricature of me
was drawn
with skull and crossbones
on the sleeve
when turning the page
my heart was ripped open
and the cartoon
began to bleed

"shits and giggles"

and a ship of fools
I cant share your laughter

unlove in a rat infested basement
Why did he put me down there with that puppy?
I got to stop remembering sh*t like that.
so much for sweet remorse

I was a rebel
till I got caught up in the struggle to survive
and caught the disease called man

I stole cars
just to joy ride
I saw black board junge
And I wanted to get the girls that would pet

this is a vain caricature of me
and I never lie

my heart bleeds
Caterpillar blood
the pretty skull that held the poetry
is gone
the face lingers.

got dam just call me ann rice

I leapt through the looking glass
and shattered my composure
a simple smile
ragged jagged lines
of deceit
Awe inspired inscriptions
stuffed in every corner
delighted the audience
of one
Noting the discrepancy
I wallowed away
in the grief
of realization

all was not well
in
wonderland

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

Irony

Ride the ego trip
I am up
I am down

I keep a dirty mirror
I Have not cleaned it in years
Hardly notice the age in my hair
The gray in my eyes
I have no lunar clock
So nothing ever changes for me
Still young after all these years
Still vain as ever

I live in the greatest wonderland of all
It is Called The United States of America
Here everything is just peachy
Consumer confidence is high
We are making the world safe for democracy
aint that swell




I feel a jagged shard of glass pass through my heart.
An audience of one with one lip flapping
and one hand clapping

my mirror is clear
unlike my conscience
a little vinegar and water
lends a pristeen glow
so I dunk my head
but of course you know
the rest of the story

looking in the looking glass
I saw a world of wonder
I reached out
to feel if it was real
it was naught

if I had a nickle
for all this crap
I'd almost have
a quarter

a nickle?
a dime?
a quarter?
hardly worth it!
but I'll share a round with you
Skoal!
Bottoms up!
Cheers!
Here's looking at you
with that one blinking eye
and hardly a clue!

a poem is a meander
down smooth and rough terrain
a hiccup song
with a sad refrain
hold your breath
turn out the light
and don't forget to blink

Thank-you Lord

for this --

a love that flows

past vile lips

escapes the undertow

of vain existance

and sails free