i got together with a guitar player, chris ortega, from open mic. we sat down and worked out some music to go with my poetry. it’s sounding pretty awesome. it’s a little different since i’m used to working with a bass player, but cliff hunt is somewhere in chicago now and probably not available for thursday nite gigs in north carolina. i thought that i’d put up the poems that we will be using for this new set. it will probably be another week before my web designer is able to get the poetry and artwork pages populated on the website. so here you go, i hope you enjoy these pieces.
\nthanks for playing. barbie.<\/p>\n
Nuno\u2019s Poem<\/p>\n
She chased Happiness down the stairs
\nand then out the back door.
\nShe lost him in the street
\ndown by the record store.
\nShe caught him two weeks later
\nand he quickly got away.
\nSo she followed him discreetly
\nto find out where he stayed.
\nShe tried to trick and trap him
\nto keep him by her side.
\nBut every time she turned around,
\nHappiness would hide.
\nI don\u2019t know why she sought him out,
\nwhy she didn\u2019t wait for him,
\nbut on and on went her pursuit
\nthough she could never win.
\nThey found her in the courtyard,
\nin the center of the town,
\nher world a mess, like all the rest,
\n\u2018cause someone let her down.
\nShe sat alone and cried there.
\nShe knew this was the end….
\nThen Happiness approached her
\nand asked to be her friend.<\/p>\n
Introductions<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve bumped into Truth and talked to God.
\nI\u2019ve made Chaos my best friend.
\nPassed Time with Fate while Confusion laughed
\nand Society spoke of our end.
\nBut the first time I ran into Love,
\nit was a special kind of pain.
\nLike a searing, sweet cacophony,
\nwith a bitter, sharp refrain.
\nI\u2019ve know the type of Careless Love
\nDylan sings of in his songs.
\nReminiscent of an avalanche,
\n\u2018cause it comes on swift and strong.
\nI\u2019ve felt the sweetness of a crush
\nand the torture of Love\u2019s tears.
\nAnd even the nitemare relationships
\nthat left me with chilling fears.
\nTo fall into Love and never land
\nis everyone\u2019s greatest wish.
\nTo live in every tiny touch.
\nTo linger in each kiss.
\nI once passed Love on a beaten path,
\nand once on a darkened street.
\nBut the kind of Love I dream about,
\nI have yet to ever meet.
\nI\u2019m sure I\u2019ll know him at first glance,
\nall smiles and old corduroys.
\nI\u2019ll know him the moment my heart stops,
\nnot by his face, just by his poise.
\nAnd he\u2019ll ask me champagne questions,
\nand he\u2019ll melt in with my dreams.
\nWanting only to live in the magic.
\nContent to remain there with me.<\/p>\n
Proverb<\/p>\n
There is not enough living
\nInvolved in my life.
\nSo I think that I\u2019m due for
\nA change.
\nI need some more passion
\nAnd a whole lot of light.
\nI want more time to play in
\nThe rain.
\nI won\u2019t offer excuses
\nThere\u2019s too many now.
\nI\u2019m not here to make anyone sad.
\nBut I don\u2019t want my feet
\nEver touching the ground.
\nI just want to enjoy
\nWhat I have.
\nThe soundtrack of my days
\nHas sped up quite a bit.
\nAnd the tempo is tapping my feet.
\nAnd I\u2019m not taking blame
\nAnd I won\u2019t take your shit.
\nMy existence is finally upbeat.
\nI\u2019m not going to run
\nAnd I won\u2019t stay and fight.
\nI am just going to live for a while.
\nCause I\u2019m not sure what\u2019s wrong
\nAnd I don\u2019t know what\u2019s right
\nI am living for what makes me smile.<\/p>\n
For Sale<\/p>\n
There\u2019s an old man at the bus stop selling memories,
\nfrom a suitcase he swears holds all my dreams.
\nHe promised that he\u2019s locked up life\u2019s miseries,
\nas he offers the simplicity that brings me peace.
\nThere\u2019s confusion all around me in every way,
\nas I struggle for an instrument to keep me safe.
\nAnd I\u2019ll purchase any wisdom I may someday use
\nif it leads me from the horrors of the evening news.
\nThe billboard in the sky proclaims our ignorance.
\nThe preacher at St. John\u2019s is screaming eloquence.
\nAs if we could attempt to own some common sense,
\nyet we\u2019re living in society\u2019s embarrassment.
\nThere\u2019s a vagrant on the corner wearing sanity,
\nclutching tightly to the last bit of humanity.
\nHe\u2019s not fulfilling any ancient prophecy,
\nbut he says he knows the answer to every plea.
\nAn old lady\u2019s living underneath the mission steps.
\nShe covers up at nite with all of our regrets.
\nThey keep her from the knowledge of the life she left.
\nShe\u2019s keeping the contentment that we all forget.
\nWhile a small band\u2019s playing Dylan out on Clark and Tenth.
\nA guitar case catches change to help them make the rent.
\nAnd I listen to the memories from every song,
\n\u2018cause the old man sticks around until my money\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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