neilsthepoet blog: March 2007

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Let me not disappoint you

Let me bathe in all your tolerant understanding
Let me endure your patient word to my ear
Let me watch the chatter boxes fuss about
Like it's decorative decorum that ought to be held dear

Let me watch truth be murdered in the cradle
Let me watch the blood splatter all over the room
Let me watch you stand their with your flowers
As you skulk scuttle and scurry beneath the moody moon

Let me not disapoint you with my mortal body
Let me not laugh improperly especially out loud
Let me not remember any man that has gone before
Especially one whose head was bloody but unbowed


There is no such thing as real creativity
There's only the dark heart's stories to tell
There's only the honoring of self
And the body dumps into to the wishing wells

But let me not disappoint you

I never noticed the stench of death
That came from the rotting decay
Oh no no no no

Let me not disappoint you
I believed every word you had to say

2:00 pm

Friday, March 16, 2007

Cybelle's Friend

There was beauty in the lines of women
There was music in the air
Everybody was dancing dancing dancing
Some were even daring to care

There was exploration into space
There was family and mouths to feed
There were elements in the industry
That was only motivated by greed

But some silll did the light shows
Some still opened the Minds eye
Some were brave enough to love
Some weren’t always tryin to slip one by

There were puppet stages created
There were those train rides in France
Where Frogs learned to be polite
By having to learn a Texan’s two step dance

Some miles were driven in a van
Some children were dear to the heart
I never heard a one of his stories end
That wasn’t a lead in to another’s start

I miss those long conversations
That coffee and sharpening of knives
I miss the simple wonderful meals prepared
The absolute feeling of being alive

2:13 pm
transcribed this time
2:20 pm