The Book is Almost Done

I've been writing writing writing poems and songs, but what I've forgot

to mention to you and the world and myself is that a story lay complete

missing pictures and pages, but awaits

for me to give to you

A self important, ego centric book about the nuances of my mind

that I cannot control 

that which others had a hold

a story will be told

to many ones a dismay

It's Christmas 2008 and almost 4 years to the day the book was started.

February 2005

If you can remember you already can surmise.

See the thing is that all of a sudden I know it's time

and as far as memoirs go many will be exposed

So now it's time for me to decide

which path I'm going to take hide members names and band names

though it will all be known anyway

might as well be true to the names

and instead of point fingers, take most of the blame.

This I know to be politically correct if I want to save my face

And it scares me to know that exposure might not be in good faith

at least what some might have to say about my name.

it's scary however true to the game

The book is almost done.

I just have to decide, and then perhaps edit, add, and rewrite.

And then off we go.  On with the show....

I guess I just wanted you to know....

I Don't This It's Very Cool....

Lime lips sucking on tasty suckers, bought up at the Chinese dollar tree
long arm picking up the telephone he's going to be late for dinner again
while you pop your pills and drink your tea, this was all your idea remember?
He does not let you forget.

oh trust me I think the family is happy
overall you got what you always wanted
but was it all just for show?

It's hard to imagine that there is any love involved.
Like mom and dad who married for love
did you do it for convenience?
And when it doesn't work out, it's too late now
you gotta stay together.
or do you?

So contrived these things these labels these formats
I can't imagine what you like about it
I can't imagine why you think I should curtail to you
when you don't love it, although you try to be it
for some reason I just don't believe it
It's only you who thinks the
world should bow to you. because you did what you were supposed to do
well, I don't think it's very cool.
I don't think it makes you happy or true
but just a sheeplike follower who must now live with their choices.

Little Mod Plaid Jackets

Stuffing your pockets little girl, like fair skinned super model
and little dotted dresses stuffed with candies your tresses
soft and straight
or long and wavy, like little mod plaid jackets with the belt around the waist

Today, I will shop shop till I drop
Bored of these mental illness documentation papers papers everywhere
and my coffee gets cold so fast in the morning. so it seems
but really the time just flies in the arctic breeze
in these motorcycle boots which are more like those found in Ireland
or Sweden somewhere northern cold and green. to walk on the rolling hills
and wet marshes.

And with that sadness and nothing else to say
loneliness and left aloneness, and having my own spaceness

Out in the Air

So you are concerned about the things I write
And you think it's about you... Well, maybe it is.
But, quite unlikely

In this day and age of slaving away behind computer desks
strapped to your ergonomic chair I publish my thoughts for the world to see
it's cryptic messages now worry you which in turn worry me

So much is at stake here, and I have to be concerned
I just don't like you reading into what I have to say
I am not that passive aggressive as you try to make me out to be
Look here lady, you'd know if it was about you
Trust me when I say, it's all about me

Censorship is not my forte'
but do I have to explain everything I say
confront me if you may

Now I know, and see what he says
If you've got something on your mind say it right away
so I can defend myself today
Not tomorrow, next year or yesterday
But in the moment, let it pass
Open and out in the air