opening a mind

opening a mind
is kindof strange
with lennon on
and a naked girl
we roam around
perhaps deranged
we spin in circles
let our minds unfurl
the animals are killed
turned into products
tested for safety
of people
its all so accepted
the abuse of life
the bastardization of these creatures
folks oriented under the steeple
none of it makes sense
nor do my folks
and sometimes neither do i
with the things i pull
but im the sum of what ive seen
i am what im surrounded with
sometmies im a fool with who i have around
ive got no appetite stomache full
they say leave the toxic behind
but i like to keep them around
dont ask me why
it doesnt make sense
but if i try
i can pry them away
they have a hold
sometimes im dense
but ive got a mind
and im starting to use it
somethings triggered
and it seems to work
ive got new thought
and emotions are coming
long laid hidden
i acted a jerk
change is a coming
i chase it
i am different
that is apparent

the friends we met

the friends we met
from when i was two
were kindof strange
but cool too
we went to the mall
and looked at things
in a rush
when the fat lady sings
hiding from cameras
the sister did
didnt want a picture
and so she hid
met at the beach
outside the hotel
came from virginia
it was just as well
the father would bark
and insist on repeating
but over time
that became more fleeting
the mom was tired
with eyes wrinkled
i thanked her for my sister
and her eyes then twinkled
younger brother would hide
stuck with his dad
acted shy
but his work ethic was rad
and sam was cool
the kid i knew longest
was kinda quiet
breaking ice was a test
we managed an open mic
two came
we played our set
thirty minutes without refrain
dinner with steak
a restaurant near disney
burka discussion
salad didn't seize me
old friends from home
visit rarely
but we drove two days
and caught them barely

figuring stuff out

figuring stuff out
i laid a hand
learned from daddy
the family brand
forced her down
she couldnt move
fought back
both bound to lose
mysoginist past
horrible parent
mother locked away
she'd speak but daren't
suddenly its sour
i dont feel right
the touch's strange
after that fight
wonder whats wrong
was that kid right
writing this song
a drunken sight
death threats
and telling the future
how could i have guessed
he had it pegged to the suture
now i feel terrible
i raised a hand
forced her down
terrible man
things are wrong
so i write this song
try to get along
bang the gong
music surrounds
breeze blows
sent myself to the pound
chain gang working in rows
commit the crime
do your time
at least
thats my rhyme
we'll fix this
move on
be much better
and sing this song

she expects so much

she expects so much
yet gives so little
im tired of bending over
she just belittles
im tired of giving up
i have ideas but she never listens
we drive all over the place
and then with tears her face glistens
she whines about everything
and always tries to get her way
im feeling misled
like im being led astray
i know she's hot
and i know she's nice
but sometimes its bad
she gives suspect advice
she'll scream and cry
and call me a stranger
how can i be nice
when she calls me a danger
i ask her to stop
she nods and agrees
but within an hour
she's revealed a tease
i dont like how i have to sit back
while she does what she likes
im tired of just watching things go
she plays around with trikes
this is a bum rap
i dont think i bargained for this
im tired of being the doorman
if this were a film i'd boo and hiss
was this a mistake
have we come too far
she makes me feel good
but throws fits in the car
sixteen hours
and we're back home
she constantly mentions money
which makes me groan
will we last
i dont know
but this daily adventure
is ever fast never slow

the drank up drug strains my brain

the drank up drug strains my brain
back is out and necks in pain
feet are sore sobriety commitment in vain
drowned by the ice cubed drink
every variety seems real strange
the tastes are harsh and drinkers deranged
the tastes vary there's quite a range
so now i write and think
we've drunk our fair share over the years
it's been a party affair
we'd go out to gas stops and buy a few beers
a whisp of spontenaity in the air
but vomit and spills
spoiled beer entrails
as ones stomache does fill
you're led stumbling to bed
and pains in the brain
remind you of the muscle strain
the experience urges you refrain
from completely mincing your head
and there's no gain
from drinking games
except perhaps a lewd name
tracing the conversation and things said
we look around and see a room
there's not much around but things've been shuffled
and there's an air of mental gloom
we've had our feathers ruffled
we've gone down to another bar
and drank the great selection
i should've instead gotten to the car
being at home would've been perfection
but here we are in the room
outside the rain pours too soon
and the pool is empty too
but we may swim again
and drinks were had perhaps too many
if there was point its lost i cant see any
instead ive got head pains and nary a penny
lets go drive and meet a friend.
here we are in a room
the air conditioning fans us cold
and though there is a lurking gloom
sigur ros makes me feel bold.

poolside playpen

poolside playpen
golfcourse rainy glen
roadside cop convention
internet a godsend invention
highway mistakes send us to other places
jokes made and angrily remembered
just another meeting of familiar faces
words spoken overruled and unheard
drive made through the fields
rest stops every now and then
gas station fillups a necessity
travel makes boys into men
girlfriend warmth on the bed
food on a tray ordered and eaten
skin scratched itchy and red
and bruises appear as if ones beaten
eggs and television,
art on the wall
intricate carpet
and outlet malls
sandy beaches
crustation bones
yelling old lady
and hurricane homes
cyclones in the sky
staring tourists gaze amazed
large birds fly by
struck on the surface skin barely grazed
kid and his clan
visiting the town
prompting our arrival
and discussions making me frown
forced friendship
at the age of two
father's vowed
never again to do
the sorts of things
he pulled back then
im trying real hard
to go back again
one day we'll be
in england man
that'll be the day
i'll be put together again.

sittin in the hotel room

sittin in the hoetl room
claped in the seat of doom
girls gone all the way to the moon
but left me alone
htings seems strange this way
never thought i'd see the day
how did this shit rearrange
but there goes my new home
i dont understand
was it something i said
is it my gut
do i have bad breath?
you say you dont want me
and im left wondering
why do you mistreat me
just leaves me pondering
misery begins to grasp
and i can feel the weight of this task
this ship snapped at the mast
misery seems to sweep over
tumbling down the hole
i thought i knew my role
you long ago had your dancer pole
we're trying to be sober
but things just dont seem right
its just a constant fight
im supposed to keep out of sight
and i cant joke anymore
where's the fun
are we done?
i feel glum
meanwhile you lay there and snore
then the sister calls
and as if you wake from withdrawls
and suddely the tears dont fall
as they discuss the important things
as she hangs up
i know she's hung up
on feeling stuck
what craziness this day brings
the resort is wet
the birds fly round
the rain has fallen
on the ground