I need Beer
Lots and lots of beer
Insane quantities of the stuff
Let's get drunk
and play ping-pong on any table we can find.
Let's throw down
And throw up
And throw out
Our notions
Of sanity
Let's get drunk
And try to raise a god
Or bring one down
I'll let you choose which
They're all pretty much the same
Let's get drunk and
Make out on the back patio
Where the neighbors can see
Make em jealous
Make em wet
Let's get drunk and
Try to walk a line
Try to touch our nose
Try to not see double
Two of you would be just fine
Let's get drunk
Let's get naked
Let's howl at the moon
And if the police come
We'll howl at them too
12/31/06
Broken
Torn and tattered
the beat of
an irregular staccato
on calcium walls
In the time before time
In the perpetual then
I was the dream
The belief and the idea
Now I am the ghost
Of the phantom
Of the dream
And a price must be paid
The price for pain
For weeping
For sorrow's secret heart
In the dead of night
I am the past
And I haunt you
When you close your eyes
When you try not to think
But that's all that I am
Your specter
The spook that haunts
Your Scooby Doo nightmare
That's all that I am
And I can hurt you no more.
the beat of
an irregular staccato
on calcium walls
In the time before time
In the perpetual then
I was the dream
The belief and the idea
Now I am the ghost
Of the phantom
Of the dream
And a price must be paid
The price for pain
For weeping
For sorrow's secret heart
In the dead of night
I am the past
And I haunt you
When you close your eyes
When you try not to think
But that's all that I am
Your specter
The spook that haunts
Your Scooby Doo nightmare
That's all that I am
And I can hurt you no more.
12/29/06
It's All Copper Wire and Soot
It's all copper wire
And soot
The machinery is broken
The cogs won't move and
All the panels are battered
and burned
There's human remains
Skeletons of friends
Memories
The ghosts of the past
A little boy smile and
Little girl hair
And there's no more
of interest
Besides a name on the wall
A name written with sorrow
in pain
Written in anger with hasty strokes
A name that has power
A name scribed in ash
A name that calls me
A name won and lost
and left to stand in the dark
But I can't pronounce it
I can't remember how
It's sound has been lost
burned up
like everything else
Only a skeleton
of it's meaning remains
And I'm trying to read it
But I'm lost
and so are you
In this burned out place
And sootThe machinery is broken
The cogs won't move and
All the panels are battered
and burnedThere's human remains
Skeletons of friends
MemoriesThe ghosts of the past
A little boy smile and
Little girl hairAnd there's no more
of interestBesides a name on the wall
A name written with sorrow
in painWritten in anger with hasty strokes
A name that has power
A name scribed in ash
A name that calls me
A name won and lost
and left to stand in the darkBut I can't pronounce it
I can't remember how
It's sound has been lost
burned uplike everything else
Only a skeleton
of it's meaning remains
And I'm trying to read it
But I'm lost
and so are youIn this burned out place
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A quality of ignorance,
Self-deception may be
Necessary to the poet's survival
-Jim Morrison
