E Rock

I believe in the unity, divinity and infinity of huemanity
And that ideas of war and killing are just complete and total insanity
And all though some times I get so upset I want to resort to the use of profanity
It isn't long until I remember that I am just another casualty
Of our seemingly perpetual struggle with vanity.

Imagine walking on a beautiful beach
As sun light glistens on grains of sand just with in reach
Hear ocean waves crashing in relaxing refrain
It is nice to see such a refreshing break in the rain
Palm trees sway on this brilliant sunny day...
Life can be so good on an ocean side bay
Children play joy fully in the crashing knee high surf
Is not life just as precious as material worth?
Some give it all up just to be free...
So you be your best you and I will be my best me
Then every thing will be good super natural e...
Like the countless stars piercing the abysmal night sky
Tell me... is this "hello"?
I hope it's not: "good bye"?

The process through which a student becomes educated should be motivated by the fact that every one has the right to be elevated, illuminated and integrated with out being hated, sedated, berated or (otherwise) subjugated during their effort to be come cognated (and graduated) so to: inflate, elate and satiate I belate to state that: sensational, relational, vibrational, sonography reveals (and is: interpreted by) ones iconography and despite what some at an other branch of this University have claimed in regards to the neurography of "N.L.P.": empathic, telepathic, cartography is the topography and my: philosophy (or foolosophy {if you're schooled in: theosophy}) is not scientology, zoology, geology or: paleontology but rather a combination of: theology, psychology, anthropology and philology.

Don't hate, berate, agitate, aggravate, deflate, deviate, irritate, instigate nor retaliate
Instead meditate, contemplate and dissociate to sedate and dissipate a state of mind that is irate
So we can tolerate and appreciate those who sublimate and transmutate to reallocate all of that weight
Then venerate and emulate what they do to create, demonstrate, facilitate, elucidate and educate
To compensate let us communicate, illustrate, advocate and emanate that which is great
Because some people say: "it is never too late" to elevate, regenerate and reco-ordinate
So we can all better relate and cocreate a happier fate for a future date
Even if it feels agonizing it is better than criticizing others
Because they are our sisters and brothers or someones mothers
It can be mesmerizing and hypnotizing realizing that some people are sizing
Us up in the same way, so why condemn or oppose any one any way? (is what I say)
Instead let's be a dove and choose the path up above and a way from wrath
Where the language to speak is math and other abstract symbolisms
Please don't try to confuse me with any more divisive "ism"s
I think I would rather admire the rainbows emanating from the sides of prisms
And please don't suggest that anyone should ever again perpetrate any socio or psychopathic actions
Haven't we already got too many extremist factions sabotaging our interpersonal interactions?

I have studied geometry (but not telemetry) be cause I am avoiding optometry (but not psychometry)
I never cared for zoology (or opthamology {but I'm schooled in astrology [and familiar with scientology]})
A novice at astronomy and curious about physiognomy (so I approach the philosophy of theosophy through the archaeology of philology {it rendered my psychology geology [and my biology paleontology]}).

Blaming others for our own misery doesn't help it merely makes us another little child emitting a "yelp"
So when I realize I have no idea what I'm doing I merely try to enjoy the taste of my food while chewing
I guess that's not a very legitimate occupation but merely an anemic attempt at some sort of self sedation
I hope I don't need to endure a cranial operation to try to eliminate this apparently epicurean fascination
I guess you could say like millions of people I am not feeling extremely loyal to any particular nation
And like most I am probably just fantasizing of living my life on some sort of a permanent vacation
Apparently a lot of us are under the influence that very same powerfully intoxicating delusion
Accompanied by symptoms such as: self importance (and recurring states of total confusion)
I know I do not want to receive yet another nearly fatally administered contusion
During the course of some one elses misguided attempt
To help me extricate my self from this perpetual illusion.

It's all good in the hood when it's understood:
You don't have to be a gangster or a "peckerwood"
Just do what you should and you'll know how it could
Be so nice like apple and spice, I've said it once, do I have to say it twice?
I hope not be cause I'm bored (not adored) my team always scored
This cities been toured, I was floored by a sword so now I'll just "cut the cord"
Cause I feel like I've been gored like a bull fighter in a ring... I know I'm not a king
Since I don't have the "bling" but I do know one thing: that I can all ways sing
My words will never sting and I won't fly far away like a bird up on a wing
And if I can some day may be I will buy you a ring?
Un till then all I know for sure is that to you I'll always cling
And I'll do my best to bring you things like: flowers
(I wish I had magic powers) but even if I did I'd still never rain nuclear showers
Down upon my enemies (I'd never force them to their knees
I do my best to be nice and all ways say:"thank you" and: "please")
That's all I have to say so I say it any way
I say it ten times and I say it every day
Be cause I can rhyme faster than most can speak
It's so very fast I was once falsely accused of using "tweak"
But I wouldn't touch that stuff be cause I think it's really weak
And if she wants me to I'll record seven new singles every week.

I don’t have a million dollars so some times I want to emit a million hollers
I don’t have time for a debate cause I’m just trying to make it in side before it’s too late
Or I might feel tempted to be rate, some one and then state regulators might come and try to sedate
Me or another dissident in this state protesting our fate I would rather go out on a date and not be late
My biggest fear is that some one might do (or say) some thing that might cause ambient hate to reinflate
So I'll go on back to work honey to try to accumulate us up a bigger pile of money
I guess it isn't funny but I'm content with merely the fact that it's all most all ways sunny
That my nose isn't runny and that I haven't yet been attacked by a play boy bunny
I'll obey sonny cause I'm sure not looking to get in to a fight with a man named "gunny".

She is the inspiration for my motivation causing me to rhyme to the point of expiration
Over coming sedation and provocation hoping to create some brand new type of elation
Was her luminescence merely a fabrication of hallucination induced by self selected fascination?
I won't need medication if I bring her with me the next time I go on a vacation to a foreign nation
Be cause she looks so spectacular I feel compelled to manufacture more intricate styles of vernacular
I'm glad I had the opportunity to talk with her for a little while
Now I've got to get back to work to accumulate us up a large enough pile
Of money (to build us a fortress {so we won’t feel like we're living under duress})
I know I don't have any thing to confess to any of the friends (or family) of that there Princess
I'll do my very best to try to impress so that any children born to us can enjoy their daily recess
And do my best to try to distress and out dress, all of her self appointed body guards
I hope I don't wind up hanging from a tree courtesy of any of the other local bards
For harboring similar subconsciously manimalistic intentions
Un till I see her again I'll be pondering my theoretical inventions
And abiding by the rules of war agreed upon at the Geneva Conventions.

What I initially perceived to be malevolence may actually be some sort of munificence
So now I will try my best to prove my own innocence and emulate all of your magnificence
To demonstrate my alleged competence to compensate you for any of my past insolence
During those incidents through which we all so kindly assumed the attitude of ambivalence
So let us dissipate all of our ignorance so that none of us can be found guilty of negligence
Be cause I would hate to be condemned by our eminence for unintentionally displaying any belligerence
I would prefer to not even have to make that inference so I will just try my best to aspire to excellence
May be I could even set some brand new precedents?
Be cause I would hate to be seen as some one exhibiting any pretense
So if I begin to rhyme in past tense it isn't be cause I'm just sitting here up on a fence
So from this point on hence I promise I'll try not to rhyme in a way that's at all terse
And do my very best to never curse as long as no one a round here tries to put me in to a hearse
For allegedly learning correct behaviors in reverse (perhaps it is some type of a new disease?)
I am sorry if I made you feel ill at ease (I was just standing there admiring the trees)
Do you really want me to be brought down to my knees?
Or be stung by a swarm of angry bumble bees?
I promise I will try to pay all of my fees...
And never, ever again lose my house keys.

Perhaps I am under the influence of a delusion?
But aren't repetitive wars symptomatic of a global population hypnotized by an illusion?
So let's keep on protesting (and in "defense" industry company stocks you know I won't be investing)
Be cause I am of the opinion that there's really no need to inflict up on any one any type of contusion,
Don't we need our skulls to try to comprehend the chemical transmutation known as nuclear fusion?
And aren't you all so philosophically opposed to the idea of any one having to receive a blood transfusion?

Some say I've "got more words than the aviaries got birds"
In school I all ways seemed to get along best with all of the nerds
I don’t want to contend with any one about any thing (not even literary convention)
I would much rather find a way to manufacture my sea surface pressure transmutation invention
Even if it takes us un till the end of business hours
I still think it is better than living back in side of those down town office towers
Isn't it paradoxical how conflict just scours and devours all of our magical powers?
Un till they return I will be indulging my self in some more hydrophilic showers
If any one needs to speak with me I'll be out side photographing those flowers
I'm curious to see what else I can accomplish in these next few approaching hours.

I've been hired (never fired) I don't want to be retired
I was sired (now I'm mired) but I'll never admit to feeling tired
What ever some body tries to claim that I am I will probably try to prove that I'm not
So I have been preparing for most of my life to live like an automated robot
Thus I don't care if the weather out side is claimed to be: "cold" or is: "hot"
Be cause I can sleep all most any where (sitting up, in a closet, even comfortably on a cot)
The moment I was told that I was "really great" was the moment that I began to be come not
So I quit smoking pot (worked out while it was hot even trot a lot like an ocelot)
And when it comes to material things I try to convince my self that I "don't need a lot"
Be cause I'm normally a very happy guy as long as I'm not repeatedly put "on the spot"
Or tempted to do (or say) any thing that might cause my reputation to rot.

While visiting the Junior Seau Community Center (in Oceanside, California) two summers ago I couldn't help but reflect upon the fact that his reported suicide was likely provoked (at least: in part) by the apparently excruciating migraine headaches he suffered as a result of all of the repeated on field collisions he endured while fulfilling his duties as a line backer for the San Diego Chargers foot ball team.

I all so suffer from chronic pain as a result of all of the injuries I sustained while playing line backer for my high schools football team and so have resolved that if (or when) I sire children of my own I will never allow them to play contact football nor to engage in playing any other type of "sport" during which participants violently collide with objects or one an other.

I believe that to do so is irresponsible and all though our nations National Football League has recently begun investigating the use of safer helmet padding engineering and production alternatives I still do not believe that those efforts are enough to prevent players from sustaining potentially serious (and some times even fatal) injuries to their skulls, brains, faces, and limbs and as such I believe that full contact foot ball (as it is currently orchestrated here in the United States of America) is too dangerous and thus: is best abandoned in favor of other (safer) sports, such as: basketball, soccer, surfing, or tennis.

(While visiting that city of Oceanside, California, I all so wrote the following):

It’s a beautiful day here in Oceanside so let’s just relax and enjoy the ride
May be later on we can watch the tide (or go walking on the beach side by side?)
Where we can watch the sea gulls as they glide (through the air as I look up on you with pride)
Wondering if some day may be you will be my bride (but un till then let's just "take it in stride")
Be cause I know I’m not the only one who can not decide where I want to live (or in whom I can confide)
But too many former inmates here only want to collide (instead let's borrow a surf board and go for a ride)
Be cause it's such a beautiful day down here by the ocean watching crashing waves that are in motion
There's no need for any sun tan lotion nor for any alcoholic potion.

I don't want to haunt, taunt, daunt, or flaunt and if you think I'm "too gaunt" then I'll gladly take a jaunt
All over the world un till destinies unfurled (the weight bars been curled may be a discus will be hurled?)
I am determined to pearl all provocations so I'm currently taking a break from vacations and train stations
And even though I don’t want to rhyme any more, I will to try to produce some more rap videos to full fill
This ambition of mine which I believe is better than criticizing others
At least that’s what I was taught by my high schools christian brothers
So what every one else a round here does is none of my busyness
Be cause I am just trying my very best to impress
That beautiful girl over there in that sun dress
Who I must confess I will do my very best to try to bless
Un till then if I see any children in town wearing a frown
I will be tempted to sing them a happy song (or two)
To try to lift them up since they're feeling so down.

I heard some one recently spoke a bunch of condemnatory words to all of the folk
In side of a religious domicile but I wouldn't know be cause I haven't been in side one of those in a while
But it is no joke be cause apparently the speaker in there did invoke and then try to coke and stoke
A fire among that flock to punch out on their clock and then go out and try to poke in our cloak
All of the men like me who they incorrectly believe would never be willing to carry a yoke
I think I would prefer that they all in stead go and take a soak
In side of a nice hot soothing bubble bath (wouldn't that be better than being so full of wrath?)
Un'til then I'll be in here wrestling with all of my math
Trying to once again be come some sort of a polymath
And discern the difference between a "socio" and "psycho" path
Or may be walking a round on some type of heavily wooded path?
I'm skeptical they are having any fun (I think I would much prefer that they run)
Or at least try their very best to enjoy the sun
Be cause it's such a beautiful day I don't know what else to say
I hope and I pray you all get a chance to stay out and play
And all I can say is: "Hip Hip Hooray!"
Cause if you're my friend then I just may
Sing you a new song every time I come along,
I don't need the beer (or the bong) I just want to get along
Don't want to be strong and don't want to be wrong
Just want to find a place where I can belong.

I shifted my self out of idle, so now I'm tempted to perform a recital
But I'm not feeling particularly vital so please don't rush to repossess my title
Be cause I would hate to get up set and render to you some sort of requital
You see... I have only recently jumped back up (and on to) my former grind
And so now I am working very hard to try to unbind my "mind" (and find)
A friend to whom I can be kind (or a place where we can go to unwind)
Be cause, the only thing that I really need to know right now is:
"Have my student loans yet been unsigned?"
Be cause there isn't all that much that I can do
When I am waiting a'round for the government (I don't know about you?)
I am just glad I found my other running shoe, so if any debt collectors come looking for me
Every one will just say: "You're looking for Erik who?"

The seductive, destructive, counterproductive philosophy of hypermaterialism and greed
Dehumanizes those among us who are the most obviously in need
It has grown from a poisonous seed in to controlling us all (from family to nation)
And has millions of us engaging in not much more than self indulgent sedation
It appears to have stolen so much of our national motivation and elation
So may be if we could each one of us try to put our egos up on a shelf
And each one of us (individually) stop, reflect, and ask our self:
How many houses (or vehicles) does one man really need?
As tens of millions are struggling to feed their earthly born seed?
Are they (and their children) worth so much less than the rest of us?
That is what I some times wonder as I view their misery from the bus
So perhaps what we need is just a little more trust?
So that our interpersonal bonds will not continue to rust?
And may be what we need is just a little more faith
In the power of caring (and sharing) in stead of only in material things
Be cause a heart full of happiness forever sings
And a world full of unity forever brings
A world full of peace and international cooperation
Isn't that better than our brothers and sisters emaciation?

(If you agree then let's develop {and pursue} more and more advanced higher education,
so we can continue to learn to work together with greater {and greater} degrees of inter-co-operation.)

The monarchal, patriarchal, canonical, symphonical harmonical with a monocle has arrived
It isn’t contrived but barely survived and revived be cause I've shucked and I've jived
And strived and hived with my compadres from different madres
To emit sonic light rayz on alternate Sundaze that will truly amaze
Is this just "a phaze"? I don't know but please try not to taze
Me (or any one) see we're just trying to have a little bit of fun
And to not to have to run from a gun just be cause I do stun
Every nun with a pun un till they just come undone
See, I'm her only son so her agony must weigh a ton
Please stifle the urge to run, no I'm not Atilla the "Hun"
It doesn't matter who "won" I'm just happy to see the sun
Am I yet done?

I make up new words as I feed the birds
I'd never kid nap animals from their herds and I'd never bomb the Kurds,
I'd rather admire the trees and the bumble bees
Make a happy sound and all ways say: "thank you" and: "please"
So if you want to join me to enjoy the evening breeze
I'll be around (with a happy sound) so you won't ever have to feel "ill at ease"
And if you want to contact me so we can each be a mutual friend
I’ll be here (yes oh dear) on that you can depend
And since I'm still not sure who (or what it is) that I want to be
May be you can make a suggestion (or two) and I’ll try to be that for thee?
Or may be we can jump up, up on a boat and sail from sea to sea?
If we really "hit it off" then may be a friend to me you willbe?

(Night time version of my: "Wandering Around With No Idea Where I Am or Where I Am Going" song):

Well it's a beautiful night there's not a rain drop in sight, there's no need for fright nor to stir up a fight
If you look for happiness it will be out of sight full of delight under the stars all right
And if you're my friend then I just might, sing you a new song every time I come a'long
I don't need the beer (or the bong) I just want to get a'long
Don't want to be strong (and don't want to be wrong)
Just want to find a place where I can be long.

I need a computer with a kilobyte of memory to host images of a trilobite
So I can display them here on this web site but I get irritated when the pixellation isn’t quite right,
If I don’t find one soon I might glare angrily at this screen until mid night
Un till I see what I want with in sight or I might have to challenge my self to yet another fight
I think I’d rather be out side flying a kite be cause the weather is nice and the sun is shining so bright
I can not tell if that sphere is yellow (or is white) but at least I've got internet access with which I might
Book yet an other airline flight or make sure that my rhymes sound adequately "tight".

While randomly wandering a round (and through) the city of Los Angeles on foot (and by bus) by my self (and with out my contact lenses) I often found my self singing songs out loud to cheer my self up (and may be even woo a woman in to being my friend?). Following are some of the lyrics to a self mocking song I wrote (and sang) through out the neighborhoods of Santa Monica one night as a joke. It was inspired (in part) by the lyrics of a song recorded by the "punk" rock band: 'Iggy Pop and the Stooges':

I'm lost don't care about the cost to stay out of the frost as long as I don't get tossed
And my teeth stay flossed, my hair is glossed and I'm drossed from being mossed
Be cause I just want to hang around and not hit the ground
Make a happy sound and avoid the pound,
Some called me: "a dog" and: "a frog"... just "a bump on a log"
But I felt like I fell into a bog in the fog then was attacked by dragon "Smog"
So now all I want is to be your "doggy"
When you're with me it will all ways be sunny (and never foggy)
I promise I will never wake up groggy (and that your carpet will never be soggy)
If that sound a little bit too delirious I'll try my best to be a little bit more serious
So Miss: please don't be at all furious but your beauty has me so very curious
Please don't dismiss me with a hiss be cause all I'd really like is a little kiss
Will you accompany me to all of the parties planned for this coming Christ miss?
See, all I really want is to make you happy and I swear I'll never be snappy or slappy
When we go to visit your parents I'll make sure they're happy to call me "chappy"
And if we create any children I'll make sure that they're happy to call me Pappy
When we put them down for their "nappy".

Joy is a feeling in side of your heart
If you have that it is the biggest head start
Feelings of happiness are the most wonderful thing
We should be spreading those (instead of hatred and its sting)
Let's infuse people with inspiration (like the luminescent coloration
on a butterflies wings {that is one way that we can be kings}
Because Life is so precious {so let's never do any thing to waste it})
We could make a linguistic collage (but with whatever shall we paste it?)
Be cause it's a waste of time (and energy) seeking to obtain revenge
In stead let us allow that perpetrators conscience to avenge
And let us allso try our best to learn how to be happy
Cause it sure doesn't help anyone if we are resentful or snappy
Be cause no body ever said Life was going to be "easy"
But getting angry will only make us feel more queasy
And there's no time to dissect the faults of everybody else around
In stead let's focus on fixing our own (so they no longer abound)
Then hope fully we will feel glad (and no longer so sad)
Because going through life angry is just totally mad
Maybe it's time in history for a new kind of evolution?
One that helps (and heals) us all
And gives our planet a real solution?

I feel like a giant little boy riding around on my bike like a toy
Is such self condemnation just a ploy or may be a psychospiritual decoy?
For a family that wants to enjoy the public spaces where men like me deploy
All of our schemes (to realize all of our dreams)
No, I'm not playing for any more sports teams
I’m very reluctant to ever engage again in that endeavor
Be cause getting smashed in the head (and face) repeatedly
Does not seem to me to be very clever
I would rather devise a new use for a pulley or a lever
Or create a bond with a womb man that will never, ever sever.

If we were made of plastic would our lives be more fantastic?
Then we would be so much more elastic and better able to rebound after a drastic, bombastic
Set back... some times things aren't just black (or white) but some where in the middle
I've never tried to play a fiddle (though I can if you want me to) but hey: first let me pose to you a riddle:
While we try to solve it I will just stand here and linger (some might say that I am a "dead ringer"
For a weather beaten wedding singer (and once I was told I should be a "right winger")
In games of Chinese checkers I am obsessed with being a relentless kinger
And I am a little bit embarrassed to admit that on the playground
Some little munchkin once broke my middle finger.

For anxiety I once ingested an amino acid called: "G.A.B.A."
Some say mass market sun screens contain a carcinogen known as: “P.A.B.A.”
And I am still not sure what to think about that disco group: "ABBA"
I suppose that I do look like a "cave man" but you will never hear me shouting “Yabba"...
"Dabba doo" I don’t know about you but I am just glad I am wearing sandals
And not a right (and left) running shoe I think my favorite color is blue,
But to me that tone does construe, the idea that some one might be feeling "sad"
What ever that that means? I am much more concerned with ending my addiction to jelly beans
So please don't offer them to me to night be cause then I might be tempted to try to fight
Or to sort of slight (you) but I won't be cause I sure don't want to get in to a fight
Be cause there might be some famous people hiding right a round here in plain sight
Wouldn't that be great? But then that might attract some of the papa razzi
Who might secretly photograph one of us playing a game of Yahtzee
Or over hear some one saying some thing that could be construed as "Nazi"
All I really know is that on that show: "Happy Days"
My favorite character was always "Potsy".

Love:

Is the most powerful force in the universe
Nothing can compare (especially not a curse)
For we are all made of the brightest light
(More luminescent than any envisioned sight)
That can be be held (with earthly eyes)
If we just look in side we can realize
The truth of light (and life) with in
There's no need to be a slave to sin
Or death (or hate) it's never too late
To change our course (or our state)
Of mind (or being) a new way of seeing
Is available to us in side of our selves
Let's not be afraid to put our pride up, up on shelves
Then light will be in our brains (and fully in side of our minds)
Such enlightenment unbinds unlimited information
It is the cream of manifested creation
So let us make peace with every single nation,
Humility can be our protection (I heard it paves the way for resurrection)
But not after some one is dead (I think it is in this life in stead)
So let us seek the truth of inner light and love
Then it will be on earth as it is above...

Beautiful.

I got bored of self deception so I recalibrated my sense of self perception
So I can pass a great ladies inspection I am currently obsessed with the idea of self perfection
And intonating my rhymes with the right inflection hoping she will consider me for her conception
I don't think I need to catch an other interception so in stead I will just redesign my theoretical invention
Or work on improving my psychic recollection and trying not to eat yet an other sugary confection
Be cause it seems as if all I have been doing lately is loitering out in front of the candy shop
And recently the owner there has been telling me that I have to pick up (and push) his mop
Be cause all I really want to do is eat sugar and I just can not seem to stop
So now I am sitting here writing an other song... please, I hope this one doesn’t flop
Be cause I do not want to push around his broom or keep throwing my money a way and in to that tomb
Nor ever eat an other toxic mushroom (nor ever again be told to pick up a gun that goes: "ba boom!")
I think I would rather weave some cloth up on a loom or be able to sit and relax in side of my own room
Where I would be free to watch reruns of that great old childrens television show called: "Zoom"
And the last thing I would ever need is another sports car that goes "va voom!".

I am jealous of your trellis so I find my self overzealous
In my desire to look at pictures of Ellis...
Island
I used to live on one of those so now I just suppose
That I don't want any more sand stuck in be'tween my toes
Nor to ever again have my nose burnt un till it is bright red like a rose
I guess I will just have to wait and see how this budding music career of mine goes.

As the oceans waves approach and crash up on the shore
I wonder when the time will come when I will have some one to adore
I do not mind if you snore and I am hardly ever a bore
I do not want to keep score and I will help you run our errands at the store
I will not ever ignore you and I will never deplore you
If I can I will restore you and I can assure you
That I can pay at least half of our rent
And if you need me to I will work to make sure that a check is weekly sent
To us in the mail so neither one of us will have to harvest a pail full of kale to feed our pet snail
I do not want to argue over who is "the head" or "the tail" be cause in business I never fail
So when we are done paying all of our bills may be we can set sail and go look at a whale?
I promise I will eat the stale, bread if the time ever comes when we are too lazy to get out of bed
To go food shopping... no, I don't want to go "bar hopping"
I do not like mopping nor do I ever eat whipped cream topping
So there is no need to "see red" nor to try to "fill me up with lead"
I will make sure that we are well fed even if I have to sleep out side in the shed.

Is it anachronistic to think too futuristic?
Every sadistic, feudalistic bad dream regime makes me want to scream
We are all supposed to periodically work as a team
In stead of constantly fighting over the cream
Of the fruits of our collective labors
What good is producing all of those material things
When we consume so many of them fighting wars
Against all of our Middle Eastern friends neighbors?
Is there really any reason for all of these children
To obsessively carry around all of those "light" sabers?
I don't think so, but then again... what do I know?
On with the show.

I don’t want to sleep and I don’t want to creep
I won't make a peep and I'll take a flying leap
I’m talented with money so I’ve been accused of being "cheap"
I'd never kill to eat an animal, not a pig, a cow, or a sheep
And I don’t think it’s right to kill those who kill, we should just lock them forever in the keep
Be cause we should never do any thing to ever give any ones family a reason to ever weep
And if that's "too deep" then feel free to go on back to sleep
And if there's a file on me then please put all of these writings in there
So every one who reads them can see what I really think of them when they're not here
Until then I’ll just sing some more songs to my self in any kind of crazy old style...
Be cause music was the only subject I got an “F” in... but I guess you could say it’s been quite a while.

I've been experiencing a little depression after recently being ejected out of confession
The priest said I need to find a profession so I guess I'll engage in yet another extended session
Of writing, all though I don't find it to be very exciting, but I suppose it's much, much better than fighting
Be cause apparently, lately some of the crazier combatants have been biting
I can't speak for any one else around here but I'd rather spend my time advocating
For the installation of more and brighter lighting.

Some how I became a sonic rebel, all though I rarely turn up the treble
I'd rather turn up the bass and lock my door so no one else can get in to my face
Where I'll be free to once again retreat in to my own private inner/outer space
And disappear with out a trace to try to take a break from this eternally ongoing "rat race".

Fighting shouldn't be exciting there are other things in which we could be delighting
Like installing more and brighter lighting and making sure that no dogs around here are biting
Pedestrians or equestriennes... but now I'm too busy ogling this brand new package of pens
And looking for my long lost contact lens, I'm not sure what every body else around here intends?
I was just standing there admiring the wrens, doing my best to avoid every one who contends
And pretends... to want to "fight for what is 'right' "
Be cause fighting is just wrong, it's merely our egos projection of being "strong"
And others are emulating the examples that we set, that is one thing on which you can bet
So despite how angry we may allow ourselves to get
Let's not do (nor say) any thing we may later on regret
Be cause to do other wise isn't at all very intelligent
Maybe in stead we could try to set some sort of a new precedent
That won't function so powerfully to our apparently mutual detriment?

My favorite weapon is a pen, I just returned from purchasing a brand new package of ten
So I can write a little bit now and then, especially when I get angry at the way things have been
I think I'd rather listen to the beautiful song of a wren and a little bit less shouting of angry men
I think I'll return to my camp site after ten when things have returned to relative serenity again.

I'd like to assemble another octrain with out going completely insane
I think I'm working much too hard with my brain but my employer insists that he should reign
Ever since he arrived here on that air plane I've been tempted to refer to him as "Cain"
I guess I don't have any reason to complain and I'm assuming that his anger will eventually wane
Until then may be I should grow some sort of a lions mane?
Or celebrate the fact that there's hardly ever any rain?
How I got here I really don't know...
The last thing I remember is jumping off of that passenger train.

I'm unanimous in my animus so I'm feeling pusillanimous rather than magnanimous
The humility of being anonymous has caused me to desire to be come more eponymous
In the minds of all of the women among whom I'm apparently, regretfully, currently ignominious
I wish that sounded more monotonous but I guess my way of doing things is a bit anomalous
Perceive me as like a hippopotamus: I don't like to move around very much
And all I eat is grass and any other vegetation I can touch.

I'm totally bored out here to night be cause I was trying with all of my might
To structure my writing in hexameter when not contemplating the dimensions such as diameter
Of a cola bottle from which I shouldn't be drinking, I'm convinced that my addiction to sugar is sinking
My teeth so I'll bequeath my writings to any woman who can provide relief
From this addiction until I am done, drinking that sugar water in a misguided sense of "fun"
The next time I see a restaurant soda fountain you can bet that I'll be tempted to turn around and run.

Some one took my Sociology book so now I'm tempted to label them a "crook"
And sit here in this corner like a rook to try to sneak a peek around and look
At what every one else here is reading in their nook to see if I am able to hook
That tome back, but if success I lack, I may have to try my hand at being a cook.

I resent having to exhibit contrition so I'm tempted to write until I'm charged with sedition...
I'd rather buy ten copies of the most recent edition of that new poetry journal with out permission
I realize I'm some what reckless with my own volition but I promise you I won't ever abscond to go fishin'
Be cause what ever you want is my number one mission and I promise you I won't ever leave you wishin'
You never joined me in that act of perdition be cause love is real and not just some sort of superstition.

I just received a strange phone call, apparently someone wants me to coach some basketball
I don’t know what the point of that is... unless they’re little boys (either mine {or his})
I don’t think I want to coach guys I might help make it to the pros... but who knows?

My enemies only weapon is a pen so please don't tempt him to character assassinate any men
But now and then, when I get angry at the way things have been, I consider buying a new package of ten
Please don't tempt me to go that route again.

Some perceive me as not that tall but I do my best to make up for it with gall
I sure don’t want to take a fall or be forced to go wandering on down the hall
If my career starts to stall I’ll just establish a brand new protocol
By regaining my total recall and then on this here web site I will install
As many of my rhymes as I possibly can... I think I'd even be happy living in side of a van
I know I don't need another sun tan and "I think I can" is my plan, so are you a fan?
Yeah man!

I won’t eat pastrami and I'd never call myself a "swami"
I don't eat salami but I might try to surf in a tsunami
I’m definitely your boy but not the one in the movie "Tommy ___"
And if I ever get hurt there's certainly no need to call my "mommy".

Let’s avoid “the bomb”... I’d rather strike on a tom tom
There's no need to call my mom just because I write with such aplomb
So I'll say to you “Salaam”... in Arabic that means "Peace"
It comes after the release, of all previous stress and tension...
See, war (to me) is absolutely and completely beyond comprehension
I’d rather collect some type of government pension and did I forget to mention?
May be go for a walk and admire the stars?
I know one thing: I don’t need to own any more sports cars
Or go back in side of any of those old sports bars
Seems like every guy in there feels like a "man from Mars".

I’m lean, not mean... I don’t need to make "the scene"
I'm clean and keen, I don't care if I am seen
I am all ways trying to wean, my self from in be tween
Caffeine, and sugar addictions... they are my twin afflictions
I get irritable with out them and start spouting contradictions
I'll take a break from making predictions, and hem my own new pants
So maybe later on to night I can try to perform that brand new dance?
Please don’t look at me a skance or try to poke me with that lance
I'm just trying to advance... may be on me she'll take a chance?

Once I had a really bad habit, I ran after all the girlies like a rabbit...
Until one day a man told all of his friends: "If you see a guy with a beard a round here just stab it."
All I could jokingly say in my defense was: "Sir, just be cause I see a beautiful girl doesn't mean I'll grab it."

Are my words balm or just napalm? If they cause you qualm, just stay calm
And find a palm, tree... to rest under peacefully, then you'll see once again clearl lee
So you can regain your clarity and see the hilarity and insanity of psychosocial vanity
Let's be nice, no body wants violence or profanity wouldn't you rather look at a "manatee"?

I am not the greatest, I am merely the latest...
In a new line of socially conscious rapper so I try my best to dress sort of dapper
In the nineteen twenties I think my kind of women were often called a "flapper"
If I had a girl friend I'd never slap her, if I see a mama bear in the woods I'd never trap her
If I fell I'd never use the "clapper", haters who come at me are like flies who hit a bug zapper
The kind of turtle I see most is a snapper, at night they call me the "celestial mapper"
And if you’ve got a swimming pool... you know I could easily lap 'er.

(Does this qualify as an epigram?)

I heard some one recently called The Pentagon: "The Pentagram"
Because they apparently launched an exploding telegram
Into some ones house many thousands of miles away
I guess I'm not really sure what else there is to say
But is that the reason they want us to pay... all of those taxes?
So they can continue to manufacture contemporary versions of battle axes?
If so, I think I'll send them some more contentious faxes
And keep on expanding this web site until my debit card maxes
Until that frightened mother with children in the Middle East finally relaxes
I'd like to say to her: "Ma'am, I'm so sorry that that missile did slam...
In to your house and killed more than a mouse... reputedly a lamb
Of god" now I feel the need to make a mod, ification to my plans to go on a vacation
Be cause all of these wars seem to have infused with me with some new chaotic type of inspiration.

I've got more verses than the mortuaries got hearses
So even when I get angry it's rare I'll resort to speaking curses
If I had my choice I'd be out there fraternizing with all of the nurses
And when my future looks too bleak I just wait until that eclipse reverses.

I received an anagram of a monogram on a diagram through a telegram
It was the letter "e", coincidentally, and it manifested so supernaturally
I found my self handling it superstitiously, when suddenly the papers edge cut my finger all too viciously
But it stimulated my retinas so deliciously and it fed my ego quite nutritiously
Like a box of chocolates wrapped up under my families Christmas tree
How it came to me is still some sort of a mystery of recent history.

If I ever pick up a gun I give you permission to stun, me with a taser or a laser
I'd rather try to amaze 'er, with my skills as a rhymer... am I truly "just a" "two timer"?
I thought I was a "nickel and dimer" but I'd rather be a revolutionary paradigmer
To perceive, and describe what I think is really going on
Lest I devour every bon bon like an automaton... I don't think that's very much like a mafia "Don"
But I have all ready driven on the American autobahn and even though I'm not an ex-con
When gangsters see me on the streets they always seem to yell to me "ay Mon!"

When things get really weird I don’t really get that "scared"
I’m hoping I'm not feared be cause I’d much rather be endeared,
It’s better than being seared but probably not as good as being revered,
Maybe it’s just the beard? I guess that’s simply the way I’ve always been geared,
I know it's not the way I was "reared" and I’m know I'm not psychologically "impaired".

I don't want to impose, but do you suppose that when the boss goes you could transpose
The image of that rose that we chose, so I can repose my toes when the cool breeze blows?
I guess my laziness shows?

I make it a point, to anoint, my joint, with camphor oil... no I won't wear a tin foil
Hat, be cause I'm a laid back cat, trying not to get fat, or bitten by a rat, hoping not to go "splat"
Or get hit by a "rat a tat tat"... or what ever it is that gun fire sounds like to you
I hope they're not shooting at us too, I guess it rattles some people like the shouting of the word "Boo!"
Don't try to make me buy another running shoe (or two) or go around asking every one "who knew?"
Be cause it looks like my jumbo jet just flew... back to that awe some tropical beach...
Now I'm sad be cause there isn't much for me to do around here but teach or beseech,
And I know I'm not a leech so I'm fairly certain my goals are with in reach.

I’m feeling sort of "blue" since I lost my other shoe,
Now I’m so distraught I don’t know what to ever do,
You know it’s simply true that I fixed it up with glue,
And that it was one of a nice pair when it was brand new,
Some local dog must be happy since it has some thing new on which to chew,
And to make my predicament even worse I feel like I’m one of the only few,
Who was so despoiled when that wicked wind blew through,
So I'll pick up a squeaky clean pool cue and stir around some type of vegan stew,
I really don’t know which way it flew but I do know one other thing that is true,
You won't see me resorting to any type of malevolent vou doo,
Or begging for help from you in some musty old church pew.

School should be cool, not a tool to make us a fool, or rule, an angry mob through a job, nor a plot to rob
The "masses" while they sit in classes, reducing their cognition to the speed of molasses,
Empowering future cult leaders to convince their followers to inhale poisonous gases,
So if we truly believe that we are “right”, may be you can tell me: "What need is there to ever fight?"
Instead let's each try to be a "light", a rock, or a clock... to convey to others what they need to know,
Let's not displace, but replace our interface so we can reach those who dwell in psychospiritual outer space
Lest some one get sprayed with mace for arguing over superficially divisive concepts such as “race”.

Assist to persist, and insist to resist the: "war machine and the ghetto scene"
Stay lean, never mean, and all ways in be tween, the two poles of extreme
So no mother will have to scream... life is supposed to be a dream, not a night mare,
Where children live in fear and watch men do stare, looking for fault, or is it to exalt?
Is that why they some times yell: "Halt!"?

I've got a hole in side of my heart, I don't need it there to start creating something resembling art,
As long as no one throws an other dart at me in my brand new go kart... that isn't very smart,
Please don't offer me another "Pop Tart" from that big old mega mart or I might have to start to part,
From you by walking with my feet all the way on down the street, be cause eating sugar can defeat,
All of my healthy aspirations and interfere with the completion of necessary respirations,
I'm not concerned with much of anything else but maintaining our mutually decent reputations.

On just fruit I nibble, I wish I was a tribble, so I don’t want to quibble about the way I dribble,
A basket ball all the way on down the hall, even though I'm not that tall it's less distance I can fall.

I took off my coat and then read the note... apparently they all took a vote to try to smote,
Me, for the way I did dote so remote, but I won't retort or go to court and I won't file a tort,
I'll simply resort to the sort of sport to abort, any negative feelings that have me crawling on ceilings,
And I won't emote (I'll just build a moat) around my castle (it's such a hassle)
I'm merely a vassal! (No I won't rotate my tassel!)
That's my small symbolic way of protesting,
The way this school has been investing,
All of it's time (and all of it's money)
I don't really think it's very funny,
Well, at least the weather here is
All ways delightful and sunny.

There's no need for lies or a disguise, nor to hypnotize, victimize or radicalize to revolutionize,
So I wear ties, emit sighs and proselytize, so we can optimize the way we socialize and fraternize,
Does that seem sensible in your eyes?

Some one shot a sparrow with an arrow so now I feel pain in my bone marrow,
My open mindedness is beginning to narrow and I'm tempted to emulate attorney Clarence Darrow,
I don't usually get that sentimental but I also lost my Lincoln Continental so now I think it's fundamental,
That further sublimation will be essential so I suppose I'll try to compose another elemental instrumental,
Does that sound too detrimental? If so I'll just return to listening to the sound of drilling that is dental.

My hope is in this pen and paper so I’m not tempted to perpetrate a caper,
I’m happy the tip does taper so I can try to erect a neurolinguistic sky scraper,
My hope is in this paper and pen and rarely in the ways of men, but now and then
When I start writing again, I’m usually content as a solitary citizen or denizen,
By the way: How have you been?

Peace full fear less paranoia is metanoia which can make you a sequoia,
In the forest of life, I think we're at our best when we're free of all that strife.

I’m not a writer or street fighter...
Just some guy with an extra lighter coveting a miter,
Pulling another all nighter with a burned out hi lighter... hoping I’ll sight 'er,
So I can invite 'er for an apple cider.

Transcend to ascend and intend to extend... your influence in this present tense,
It's common sense so don't just sit there up on a fence instead let's discuss the elements,
Of hip hop or at the top... of a periodic table (then we'll be able to cable)
The pulleys of my brand new invention (that is my current intention) and did I remember to mention?
That some day we'll want to collect a pension to alleviate all of the tension,
Too often caused by financial apprehension...
Now do I finally have your attention?

The glacial, palatial, aracial facial expression impression session I conceived, perceived and received,
Had to be seen to be believed {and I am now relieved to know that there is no snow to blow my show
Under neath an other blizzard (I thought I was "a wizard" [but she said I'm merely "a lizard"
That caused me severe pain in side of my gizzard and then my hair locks were almost scissored
Off... while I was asleep now I keep deep memories of that unease disease I felt...
I'm still determined not to wear any type of a dead animal pelt,
So I tried to explain to her that “I am a manimal” <not a cannibal>
But she didn't under stand so now I wish I was that north African general Hannibal
<But not Lechter {poor Phil Specter} the only Trojan I ever trusted was Hektor
{Especially in that sector of town} am I just a smoke detector inspector? {Better that than a defector
(Or worse: a prefector perfector) all though I'm sure that either one of those is still better than being a Routinely hated tax collector (Be cause I heard the lien served on that old widows house just wrecked her
Then her pet macaw pecked her right after her “best" friend decked her for forgetting to put out the Humming birds nectar) I wish I was there to protect her from any pandemic that might infect her
But first I have to return to campus to pretend to fulfill my responsibilities as a lecter}>])}.

In order to actualize my potential I see it as essential to avoid the incidental and inconsequential,
So I'm trading in this utensil for another pen or pencil {and I don’t really care if it’s merely a rental}
As long I can use it to express the prudential and reverential {not the sentimental or providential}
Then I will use it to create a stencil in some sort of an attempt to standardize the transcendental.

Let's date {not hate} but I won't ice skate {frost bite doesn't po tent chee ate my ability to relate
or create (tell me: Does any of my work rate?)} Teachers are great when they tolerate and educate
{but never berate} any ones attitude {leaving a perspective skewed} so I'll stay a laid back surfer dude
and never, ever be rude {nor eat any unhealthy food [stay in a jovial mood <never sue or be sued>
so I won't ever be misconstrued] and try to create original content that can be
viewed, stewed, and chewed [rather than reviewed or eschewed])}.

Let's not contend just be cause we've been incorrectly taught to try to bend
others to our will {some going so far as to provoke a few to want to kill (that is so ill)}
so be still and mill... a round {and patient (so your destiny can be found
[but not on the ground <may be in letters, images, or sound?>])}
Let's try not to scold {or be the one who "told" (that is too cold
[even for those who worship gold] such approaches mold)
attitudes of enmity (not amity [it's a calamity]) what
we really need are unanimity and magnanimity} be cause
Life is supposed to be a dance {not perpetual jousting with a lance}
{is every man now a knight (who wants to regularly fight?)
making this city feel unsafe to too many of the women around here every night}
So let's not pretend {or descend to contend (I'd rather be a diplomat cat
and intend to mend and defend) I think we should clean up in showers
(and then bring all of the girls a round here some flowers)
in stead of continuing to cultivate more and more destructive powers for hours
be cause such an approach scours and sours every ones best intentions
(and such antisynergistic suspensions sabotage our ability to actualize new inventions
at future conventions)... in stead let's seek Honourable mentions}.

I considered attending an architecture lecture but that was mere conjecture...
I realize I don't have the greatest eyes {or the right disguise (so I'll merely rationalize
that I: "don’t want to admire any one elses work" [or I’d feel compelled to return to being a file clerk
<at this schools book store... hey, at least they’ve got a brand new floor... all though I do find such work to be a bore> so I'll stifle the urge to snore and again tell my self the score... in another rhyme <I do it all the time... may be it’s from that concussion? or all of that past percussion? I really do wish I could learn to speak Russian> so yes, I will turn the volume down <since I don't want to be evicted out of town for bringing any body else down... or I'd have to revert to being a sentimental clown dyed dark brown from too many sun tans... we home less people never have any fans... we're lucky if we're even allowed to live in side of old vans to survive in places with "vagrancy" bans... or collect a few dimes from recycling some aluminum cans... I tell my self that I "do it for 'the 'environment'" be cause arrogant people seem to such work as "a detriment" all though I've heard "Mother Earth" interprets it as a compliment <I suppose that is probably some sort of a new precedent> but at least it’s better than having to be "the President" <though probably not as great as being an "official" resident>])}.

(My scant rant in which I chant like an ant with a bile implant):

I’m enraged I was caged now I can’t afford to get engaged yet still I'm being paged...
About an other war that will be maged, staged, raged, and waged...
But with whose pay check?
Some one working at a local coffee shop who wants to hang me {or them selves} by the neck?
Be cause we can barely afford to pay our rents with a "salary" that's a tiny speck {what the heck?}
I'm not a drunk, skunk, punk passed out in your trunk I'd much rather learn how to slam dunk a hunk,
Of crystallized honey into a glass of green tea, so when you distribute the alcohol please don't look at me
Be cause I don’t drink {and I truly don’t comprehend how some people around here think}
I'm doing fine so please keep your wine from the vine I'd rather define, some vague new word it's absurd
Have you heard? I'm bored of repeatedly verbalizing these seemingly end less rhymes
So now I simply type them in to a computer during down times.

Mention that my incomprehension of local convention appears to be manifesting as the prevention
Of the manufacturing of my tidal energy transmutation invention and since that is not my intention
In an effort to avoid causing any one any tension I may relocate my office in to some ones vacant attic
Where I hope to make the schematic more thematic and avoid causing any one any un-necessary static.

I perceive it as essential to try work up to my potential {lest I be rendered inconsequential}
I tend to gravitate towards the alphabetical and things considered merely theoretical,
I hope I'm not considered heretical for writing that recent editorial about what's sartorial,
I'm fascinated by things minerological {and some what bored with things just psychological}
I’d rather record more images photographic {as long as I don't ever again get stuck in any traffic}.

Rhymes are like dimes, some times I’m tempted to throw them all away,
In stead I'll try to add some of my new ones to this web site every day,
So when people read them to them selves they may, be tempted to say:
"I guess that’s what he does for play now that he no longer runs in a relay
Race" {I heard there’s only one of those, so now do you suppose
That we could go look at some more new clothes?
Or a nicer rose to lift us up, and above our lows?
Or may be see some wild does?
Or may be even a fawn? (Am I just a pawn?)
If so I hope I don't suddenly yawn or fall asleep out side on the lawn,
While the park ranger appears to be gone,
He might come back with an angry look on his face,
Gaining me nothing but a possible future court case,
So now I'm tempted to deploy a fishing net to get
A girl I haven't yet met, on that you can bet}
And I don't mind talking with hardly any one,
{As long as you're not affiliated with "Boba Fett" (that fictional bounty hunter)
[Did you know that on my high schools football team I was also our back up punter?]
May be I'll take a sunter through an open field [where tranquility could be revealed?]
With a kiss it might be sealed? A metal sword I will never wield [not even from a ship that's being keeled]
A fishing pole by me won't ever be reeled and my raw potato for dinner won't need to be peeled,
I don't want to ever have to carry a shield [in stead lets try our best to all heal and be healed]
From every thing that is detrimental [be cause to me it appears to be simply fundamental]
That there's no need to ever get sentimental [nor even the slightest bit temperamental]
So I'll try to be reverential [even when my word flow be comes just torrential]
To actualize my potential continued self improvement will probably be essential
[Am I the one they'll hire? Or just the one they'll call to inquire as to when I can come fix their flat tire?]}
May be I'll buy a lyre and try to use it to petition our sire?
{I would but I don't think my predicament is yetquite that dire}.

I intend to extend and send my refusal to contend or bend so I’ll just mend
My clothes and nose that burnt when I chose to repose so now some of my money goes to those
Who administer the "County" {oh how I wish I was a Canadian "Mounty"}
But I won't file a tort or fight from a fort I'll just allow them to deport... me back to My Am e
{That wouldn't be so bad (I wouldn't feel sad [I'd probably feel glad even if I have been "had"])}
But I think I'll wait to see how the women here perceive me {until then I'll simplea try to pay every fee}
This past winter it kept raining on me {so now my sleeping bag
(and all of those local bars) can’t get much wetter
[I hope they'll loosen this fetter] be cause I sure don’t
want to spend the rest of my life as a perpetual debtor)}.

Sad + mad = “smad” {I’d rather be glad or "rad" (but not "bad") I feel like I’ve been had (just a tad) so I'll pad, my expense account [but since I work for my self feel free to call me: “the Count”]} I’ll mount
a nice bike {those I like (mines a trike)} still I won’t spike, your lemon ade {I get paid}
monthly for all of my injuries {but I won’t talk about those except to reveal that none is a dis ease}
so please don’t feel "ill at ease" I’ll pay all of our fees and even sail the seven seas
get stung by a swarm of angry bumble bees {but not fleas} in order to seize
us a beach front spot {it's a lot so I'll ro bot my way there when it's too hot (even sleep on a cot
[but not with dog named "Spot"] lest I feel motivated to be shot, by a fire arm [but not a needle]
I'd rather paint a scarab beetle on our bed rooms wall [that's when I am very tall]
so now I'm convinced that perception is to some degree situational
And that perceptions of "supremacy" are often just inter-relational)}.

Reading and writing can be fun {in side or out side in the sun} I think they're much better than picking up a gun {or attempting to fire a taser to stun} be cause when occupied with academic things most people seem to feel much less inclined to want to run {be cause suddenly there seems to be a lot fewer of any one (who want to frighten others or to be routinely feared [I think I'd rather be revered or endeared be cause it's certainly not my intention to ever cause any one else to ever feel "scared"])}.

I'm not feeling very ambitious so I'm tempted to eat something delicious yet nutritious
lest I begin to get superstitious but there's little chance of me acting vicious or pernicious
be cause I don't want to fight... I'd rather enjoy this beautiful night or book another air line flight
back to my island of delight where the ocean views are out of sight and for fun we daily fly a kite
as long as my cognition is architected just right be cause being mentally vexed is such a plight
it deprives me of my height so now I realize that I don't need to all ways be a man of "might"
apparently that is a very common delusion causing millions of us to exist in near total confusion
I hope no one receives a contusion be cause fighting for what's "right" is nothing but a delusion
That doesn't seem (to me) to really make any sense perhaps you can tell me: what (exactly) is the benefit of always "living" in past tense? I think that repeatedly interfering in to what is supposedly happening on the other side of that fence is alltoo often just a misguided attempt to put on a convincing pretense.

Despite what many of us have been led to conclude...
By cultural paradigms promoting the dangerously wrong attitude:
Violence is not a "solution" to the numerous problems that we face
Be cause it denies the truth that we are all members of the one and only hueman "race"
So let's never do (or say) any thing that might cause any ones blood to ever be spilled
And never validate the perspectives of any one who claims any one "should" ever be killed,
It doesn't matter if the mistake was mine, yours, or "theirs" let's just try to ignore all infuriating stares
Be cause I think we should be focusing on other much more important cares
Like helping to prevent the occurrence of any more real life night mares,
Be cause it is fear and pride that are destroying us all un awares,
Especially when we choose to reflect back up on threatening recollections of another
Such perceptions are merely a memory unlikely to repeat ever again there my brother,
Be cause when some one has angrily plotted to smother
Us they are suddenly weaker than ever be cause from the truth they did sever,
Be cause tolerance is the rule (here at work and there at school) even for those who seem eager
To engage us all in a duel... it's the instigators who are almost all ways reduced in personal power,
That is the rule through every day and every hour so don't let fear or pride sour or devour
Your happy reality (not even in mentality) in stead let's focus on improving our lives in actuality.

While growing up I latched on to every piece of good advice I could find and one thing my best friends father advised us on more than one occasion was:

"If you don't ingest drugs, don't drink alcohol, don't gamble,
don't smoke cigarettes, and you work... you will be successful."

Even though he appears to have over looked the possibility of unforeseen injury (which is what caused me to {as of this time} fail to manifest my true potential) I still have to agree with what he said and so in his spirit here is a rap of mine that I hope conveys similar sentiments:

When envious do not be devious then past lack can be come previous,
Hold on to your integrity and some day you might be come a celebrity,
Abandon what is spiteful in stead let us try to be insightful
Life is not supposed to be frightful it is usually better when delightful,
And may be even enjoyable as long as we all try to remain employable
So let us obtain skills that are deployable and not easily destroyable,
Then we will be inimitable with possibilities unlimitable,
I suppose that is a new word but to me it sounds preferred
I guess I do not mind preparing for a salary that is deferred,
Because: "Rome wasn’t built in a day" that is what some people say
We will be more likely to succeed if we work more than we play
And do it every single day and never in to laziness allow our selves to stray,
Lest we suddenly have to pray to relay, our basic needs to others
But who really wants to burden any of our fellow sisters or brothers?
Be cause being too much of a burden some times it smothers others,
So if we can not seem to "get a long" then I will happily move along
Be cause some times we just have to be so strong
If we are convinced it is all of "the others" who are in the wrong.

If we want to be considered really "great" we should try our best to never, ever hate
And although some of us are struggling to overcome that bad habit to this date
Stooping to such ignorance makes it so much more difficult for us to relate
It is a symptom indicating that we have allowed our senses of pride to over inflate
And convinced ourselves that only we alone know everything that there is
Which is why I spend most of my time working on erock.biz
The place where all of us supposed pirates hang around
And where my new raps, poems, photographs, and writings can usually be found
Where in the future I am hoping to unveil a new musical sound
Lest I once again fall asleep outside on the ground
And the park ranger finds Boo Boo and I and drags us both away
So officer: please forgive me if I am a thorn in your side yet again today
Be cause you know if I had a keytar I would surely play
And as uncharacteristic as it is for me to say
I may be tempted to abandon my previous desire to stay
But if you really need me to I will work for this cities clean up crew again today.

Let us not fight to night I would rather write to delight and excite or bite a slight,
Bit of fruit or buy a new suit with my loot so I say: "the point is moot" so I will root,
A round in my book bag and find a mag, a zeen I am clean not mean nor in be tween
A rock and hard place I just gaze in to outer space to see a friendly face so there is no need to carry mace
When I am a round I merely speak nicely and potential assailants fall to the ground I think it is the sound
Of my voice it makes sad folks rejoice and see a new choice
For our collective future so no one will ever need another suture
Nor a stitch no I am not a witch nor a war lock though I do worship a clock like "Doctor Spock"
And sit up on a rock to dock, a boat in a moat so it will float now I will tote
My books a round I do not mind if I sleep on the ground be cause even when "lost" my words are found
So I make a happy sound when I am a round so no one gets an other pound or is put in to a burial mound.

Rather than blaming individual people in stead let us find fault with what is inanimate and abstract
That way we will only subtract and detract from the overly optimistic assumptions elucidated in the contract
Less conjecture and lecture of others might cause us to be hated a little bit less a round here my brothers
Be cause the law of unintended consequences amplifies every thing we say and do be yond mere pretenses
So let us provide references (not inferences) so we will feel less need to keep on building all of these fences.

Keep the faith... do not be come a ring wraith
That will do any thing for power or money
Be cause such sociopathy is not even remotely funny
We are all supposed to be in some way familially related
So please do not do (or say) any thing that might
Cause any one else to be come prematurely belated
Lest an other mother have to be artificially chemically sedated
In stead let us help some of the many suffering people feel elated
And earn a righteous income making sure their material needs are satiated
Let us never do (or say) any thing that might ever cause any one to ever feel berated
Or as if they (or their bank account) have been too ruthlessly check mated
As I stated... I would rather be rated with those who are viewed by historians as "illuminated"
Be cause hueman life is very precious so let us never do any thing to waste it
In stead let us plant a new olive tree so when it bears fruit we can then taste it
Or assemble some thing resembling art out of construction paper and paste it
The great thing about computers is that when a mistake is made no one needs to know that we erased it
Be cause unlike a car battery once a hueman life is expired we can not simply say that we “replaced it”.

Let's keep on trying, there’s no need for lying, just because we’re frying on the flames of desperation,
Maybe all we need is a little more inspiration, some herbal sedation, or perhaps a faith reinflation,
As a brand new source of elation, so we can avoid all temptation,
Let's not resort to wrong ways but rather anticipate the days,
When we can finally relax and feel proud of what we’ve achieved,
Those are the kinds of rewards that have to be perceived to be believed,
So let's strive to create that which we hope will someday be received,
Until then here’s a song, to help us along, so we can stay really, really strong...
And avoid what we know is wrong, so we’ll always feel like we belong.

I'd rather be a hobbit than the next John Wayne Bobbit,
I'll patronize the bank every day so they'll know I'll never rob it,
When I throw batters a sales "pitch" you know I'll only lob it,
And if you want me to install a door in your place you know I can easily knob it,
With minimal tools, because I've been to five post high schools,
I try to obey all the rules and never engage anyone in any duels,
I guess you could say I easily tolerate fools,
Because it doesn't make any sense to me to resist against any more hueman mules,
Not even a "ducky donkey", because I just laughed the one time some body angrily called me a "honky",
And I didn't get rattled when someone threatened to shoot me with a gun,
I simply replied: "that doesn't sound like very much fun, instead let's just hang around and enjoy the sun,
There's no need for either of one us to suddenly feel the need to run."

When life is difficult, try to remember that "God" is inside of you as an ember of fire, a desire, a double edged sword to help you traverse the fjord that separates you from your goals, so you don't crash upon the shoals or be incinerated up on hot coals, we all have our appropriate roles whether we're aspiring avians or moles, in the unfolding collective drama so there's no need to complain to anyones "ma ma", one might be a born entertainer while another might be a natural "Lama": a Tibetan monk teacher preacher beseecher, encouraging us to find ourselves and our path, so we'll realize there's no need to feel full of wrath, instead let's be an empath or take some time to soak in a nice hot, soothing bubble bath, to relax from that recent disturbing fax about some supposedly past unpaid tax, such news is like sitting down on thumb tacks or doing extraneous jumping jacks, instead let's pick up a sax or buy and restore old classic Cadillacs, as long as no ones debit card reaches its max and we've got something healthy to eat for snacks, and we stay safe from terrorist attacks and random computer hacks, I'll be around attempting to record rap music on "wax" that hopefully can be used to help lift some burdens off of some peoples backs, teaching them right ideas using just the facts, so they won't be mislead by gangster rappers acts, because peace I was told is a salve, and love I think it attracts.

Don't get discouraged instead be encouraged,
We can still accomplish our goals, even if we first have to dig ourselves out of some holes,
And do our best to fulfill all of our lifes roles, even if we have to be reborn like baby foals,
So we can celebrate the times when we're able to dance around May poles,
Because life is so much more than what can be bought at any new trendy store,
It doesn't have to be a bore, and we don't always have to keep score,
So please stifle the urge to snore and I'll do my best to try to relay to you the score,
It seems as if it is the peaceful and loving that are ever always receiving,
What hateful and violent people never seem to be at all perceiving,
Which is universal transmissions of light and love frequencies,
Our very lives and health are sustained by those types of energies,
And undermined by their opposites, because hatred is an invisible subatomically destructive disease,
So just because we are be feeling "blue" doesn't give us the right to ever throw a shoe,
Or condemn or complain, because such lapses in self control stain,
Everybodies brain and cause so many people so much un-necessary pain,
What do we really gain when up on somebody elses parade we try to rain?
Wouldn't you rather ride on a freight train, or give someone sad a sweet candy cane?
Or fly around with me on an air plane... now don't you see that hatred and violence are just insane?
Is there really any need to further explain, wouldn't you rather instead stand tall like a Great Dane?
So you can admire the reflection you see of yourself in your minds clean, shiny new window pane?
Let's be nice, so everyone we meet will be happy to take a walk with us down memory lane.

It’s a waste of time hating (wouldn't you rather be dating and roller skating?)
In stead of berating (I’m sure I’m not the only one that’s tired of waiting)
Let's believe so we can achieve things we didn’t previously preconceive,
And never deceive so we'll be able to perceive what we can realistically give and receive,
Then we won’t need to grieve or bereave in stead we'll be able to achieve and interweave,
With others like a brand new shirt sleeve so let's try to ignore our "pet peeve”
So we can all obtain what we need be cause every thing great starts off small just like a seed.

To our selves we are the world (but to most of the world we are no one)
Unless we're rich and famous (even then some body might try to frame us)
Then a government prosecutor might try to publicly defame us,
And the prison system would do their best to try to tame us,
After a witness did their best to try to point out and name us,
But what if some body makes a mistake and they accidentally arrest the wrong guy?
That's why I don't think it's intelligent to send any one to the electric chair to "fry"
Be cause if we're all so omniscient why do some people look up into the sky
For guidance or protection (or to simplistically call the sun "heavens eye"?)
So I'll happily say "hello"... but if you don't want me around I'll politely say "good bye"
Be cause all though life can be lonely I'm content to know that I'm adequately getting by,
And even if I'm not the man for you doesn't mean you should try to remove my eye,
Be cause I might need it in case you change your mind,
Or look around to see that there's no one else around here to find,
And I could use it (with the other one) if you suddenly need me to go husband hunting for you,
So please don't be so hateful or I might realize that there are other things I might suddenly rather do,
Like trying to psychically determine who in the future might try to sue me (or even you)
So let's try to get along but if that's not good enough then I'll gladly move along,
Be cause we're all supposed to be able to "disagree without being disagreeable"
And I'm sure not seeking to get into any confrontations that are foreseeable,
And even though I don't often get afraid when they're violent I'm happy when they're fleeable,
And I'm usually a very nice guy and my nature before I moved here was generally quite agreeable.

Life is wild when it's free styled, some get riled then police are dialed, it's okay if it's for a child
but no adult needs to be profiled, I'm just glad that no charges were filed, against them instead grab a stem, of a rose for her nose I suppose that's how it goes when the wicked wind blows through hedge rows
or across my toes I don't want any foes I'm happy when the angry one goes, no one needs new lows
or to be stringing bows that habit shows why no one should impose or depose any one elses ruler,
to do so is a guaranteed war fueler creating new minions who suddenly aspire to be a dueler,
I think I'll stay a tertiary schooler mewler with my bike and slide ruler (can you think of any thing cooler?)

Drink lots of clean water that's what I'd tell my son or daughter,
If it's hot drink a gallon, when it's warm a half, or if it's cold ingest a quarter,
That's what I learned from the goddess Venus when I so enthusiastically sought 'er,
When she informed me that my consultation was through I politely left her a quarter and never fought 'er,
I don't rap to cause a stir but I have to confess that my favorite pine tree is a "fir"
When some people are very angry apparently they derisively call others a "cur"
When I'm approached in a disproportionate way I notice that some people call me "Sir"
I don't mind and I'd certainly never require it I'd rather see a child born and know that I did sire it
If I had a hearth you know nightly I would fire it
If a robot could do a humans job you know most would likely hire it
When I ride my bike through the wild my biggest fear is that I'll mire it
And if I ever get bored of any one of these songs you know I'll probably retire it.

I’m as harm less as men are made and all I ever needed was to stay unburnt in the shade so please don’t try to fade, jade, or evade: me, I’m paid but not "made" so I collect and trade, but it seems like it’s never enough be cause I all ways want more and more electronic stuff so now I'm wishing I was once again "buff" so I won’t inhale a puff or watch another fable on cable... television (which I hold in absolute derision {it’s a decision to protect my inner vision in hopes of keeping my creative out put unique so that when I deign to write and speak I won't unintentionally emulate anyone elses squeak so I won’t even sneak a peek although I think it's evidence of me being weak, but since my goal is to be a sheik, it's absolute and total psychological autonomy that I seek}).

I was all alone when suddenly I heard a ring tone
Emanating from my telephone signaling the arrival of a pheromone
It sounded some what monotonic (and since I usually prefer audible compositions to be polyphonic
{particularly when sonic} I poured my self another lime and tonic and felt more than a little bit sardonic
I would prefer that such creations be much more harmonic {is that not more than a little bit ironic?}
So now I am feeling a little bit of chronic, irritation at my lack of musical elation {I think I need to go a way on some sort of a vacation <or may be administered some type of chemical sedation [but I do not think that I need any more ego reinflation] is that not some sort of a revelation?>} may be it is just some new type of inspiration but I just want to see a celebration in every single nation resulting from a peaceful new way of relation in which no one ever resorts to any type of retaliation).

I’ve played most every sport now I’m tempted to build a fort, but not to attack (just to defend)
not to contend (or pretend {lest some one might end up "on the mend"}) I don’t intend to send or bend your ear I’ll lend, extend, or tend... bar... we’ll go far (but not in a car) may be on a shooting star? so please don't mar the tar use a raydar, detector to avoid the inspector don't become a defector but a friend
of the protector elector fine collector who might hector... you, if you drive recklessly drunk smelling like a skunk (don’t resist or you might end up "hog tied" in his trunk punk {at least he'll let you out alive [in some places the gangs won’t even do that and that’s no jive]}) so try to survive in your hive and strive to revive, your good nature so that some day you can help me engineer some new nomenclature.

The breeze is nice and cool yet most are still in school... I guess they must obey some body elses rule but as for me I’d rather be a “fool” and engage my self in another psycholinguistic duel, be cause the night is young and there are plenty of songs unsung right here on the tip of my tongue so let’s climb another rung, on the ladder to be a lion not an adder be cause that would just make her madder or sadder then we'll both over eat from a banquet platter and I don’t want either one of us to get any fatter or go completely insane like the “Mad Hatter” rendering some ones reputation a tatter or my raps only sounding like a clatter rather than an alley cats “pitter patter" (given the choice I think I’d much prefer the latter).

It's unwise to universalize, our personal physiognomic preference (as doing so is sure to cause offense) wrongly denying others their innocence... so let’s abandon all false pretense so we don’t have to prepare a self defense be cause life shouldn’t be so intense (isn't it simply common sense) to "treat others the way we would like to be treated"? be cause if we don’t we'll feel responsible for their feelings of being cheated (or mistreated) leaving both of our hopes for the future suddenly deleted so let’s make sure such mistakes aren't ever again repeated do we really have to be personally entreated to reinforce our false belief that we’re seated, above every one else on a royal throne? That doesn’t make us alone but it sure doesn’t set a very nice tone, for the local atmosphere so let's take some time to care so no one will have to live in a night mare be cause no one should have to live in fear and let's try to do our best not to scare, any one (wouldn’t you rather have some fun?) If so, let's abandon the gun and appreciate their son... then you won't feel as if you weigh a ton and some day you might even have your self one.

Life is difficult, now you know that is true, but just hang tough when it gets rough and you will make it on through, be cause there will be valleys and there will be peaks, but if you listen to your intuition: you will hear it speaks... through avians beaks (or mouses squeaks) warning you of leaks in your floating bubble for weeks, so take proactive steps to avoid trouble on the double lest some one have to look for you through the Hubble... telescope, don’t be a dope on a rope with no hope... in your self (or you’ll be an elf) others will have to lead (that happens often to those who drink mead and feed instead of read) try to upgrade a bad habit so you can be come a faster rabbit and when you see a karat you can nab it, before it disappears... let's open our ears, over come our fears and tears and repay all debts in arrears be cause insolvency sears even the strongest of bears burning our hairs burdening us with cares causing us to feel inexplicably fearful at prolonged stares... I think it's better to be frugal than to have to experience real life financial night mares.

Let's maintain our focus it’s not "hocus pocus" our mind is our locus, of control we need it whole
to reach our goal so let's know our role and not troll or roll, over like rover, can't play dead in bed one could lose their head in stead, let's work hard every day then when we're completely self sufficient we can play let's not relay, messages through others or we'll find our selves crowded by our new found brothers mothers, and let's maintain our psychological autonomy lest we only be socially visible through the tools of astronomy we'd also be wise to try to accept every body else around us regardless of their physiognomy.

I like to photograph flowers and once I rhymed for what felt like hours, so now I'd like to climb up up on some clock towers but not ever again during any thunder showers, be cause I'd prefer not to receive a shock while hearing that continual tick and tock, particularly if any one is tempted to mock, now I heard that some people dock, their computers to networks accessable by "I.S.I.S.", but I am of the opinion that that would be a "crisis", so I hope that my subsequent embarrassment suffices or I’ll feel compelled to buy everyone Italian Ices, with my check that’s "in the mail"... while earning it I’m a snail, but when spending it I rain money down like hail, which is why I only weekly wag my tail, and in business I'm assuming I won't fail to fill my financial pail, or I might feel tempted to publicly rail, against “the man" who originally crafted this socioeconomic plan, so when I finally buy a camper van I might plot to try to ban, every one of you from this: my web site, but then for which appreciative audience could I write? So I’ll just say “good night”, even though I think it’s early in the morning, early risers I am scorning... since the sentiment seems reciprocal, I think I’ll try to live with out any sleep at all, although such logic seems to me to be some what elliptical.

Regret would only get us up set so let's not let that set us back when met, with opposition let's maintain our position with precision, it’s an incision in side of our pride so confide, in no one to see it through and we will accomplish what we intended to do, though contended by some who pretended fences can be mended I don't believe that time frames have to be repeatedly extended or that goals have to be amended... or penalized our destinies must be realized so let's work towards them in a way that is optimized as if we're hypnotized it’s been surmised are you surprised? I have devised and advised ways to actualize and civilize, I don’t tell lies I hope my eyes do not display any guile be cause I haven't attempted to deceive any one in a very long while yet I’d still like to earn a big pile, of money so I can live in side where it's always sunny and local bees make fresh clover honey so my mother can look out our window to see the hip hopping of a (bugs) bunny so I don’t have time to argue with any men named “gunny” be cause to me shooting hueman beings isn’t even remotely funny, so perhaps we could in stead believe and conceive to promote mechanisms that will allow us (and others) to transcend ancient "isms" and divisions? I know it’s not easy so I hope my words make it feel a little breezy (but never sleazy) be cause words can influence minds so if I accomplish any thing may be one of them unbinds and winds gears in side some ones brain if not I won't complain or again gravitate away from every one on a jet plane be cause such long term rootlessness can cause pain through unintegrated memories that can remain like a stain.

I'm tired but I'll get inspired, be cause there’s no time to be retired or mired, let's not get fired instead let's get ourselves re hired, for rewards go to those who want and work for them the most, that is a fact known from coast to coast, so if we really want to be happy.... let's be realistic not sappy, then we’ll know what we need to do to focus our flames of desire, or buy a lyre if things are really seeming that dire, better a new skill to acquire than to daily burn alive upon a funeral pyre, if we want to take our elation higher let's increase the capacity of our brains neurochemical living wire and conspire, to grow more numerous and intricate neuronic connections that can conduct more and more frequent psychocognitive reflections, so we can command more and more detailed intellectual recollections and avoid every thing that could hurt our brain or cause any one any pain, be cause such things are self betraying defections, like my habitually consuming sugary confections... I’m convinced their ingredients fuel bacterial infections, subtly sabotaging my vocal inflections, under mining my ability to pass the strictest health inspections... relegating me to contemplating the possible results of future presidential elections... I think in stead I'd rather focus on achieving my own personal self perfections.

We down trodden seek relentless personal advancement, devoid of all selfish vain enhancement,
So let's determine to be our best be cause there’s little time for rest, and let's not be a pest,
Lest we be put up to a test like all the rest during our quest, then some one might request to inquest
Into our chest beneath a suddenly necessary bullet proof vest, prefer zest to have a little bit of fun,
Please don't shoot me with a gun or try to stun me with a tazer,
I think I'd prefer that you don't try to slit my throat with that there razor
Or ever again abuse me like a hazer simply be cause I tried to amaze ‘er.

Let's not hate those who hate doing so would only deflate,
And destroy our effective ness causing us experience sudden distress,
And loss of interpersonal power every single subsequent hour,
Is there a reason they're climbing up on to the top of that clock tower?

Psychic omniscience allows us to transcend all projected pre tense,
Lest some one unintentionally cause offense,
And find them selves having to orchestrate a defense...
Does that actually make any sense?
Instead let's meditate to seek our inner "light", which can lead us to the love within, away from sin,
So we can find some acceptance from above, and thus avoid the "darkness" of rejection,
Which might render un to us a pulmonary infection, causing yet another one of us to fall to self defection,
It's for your own protection, so please don't receive my ideas with sentiments of rejection,
Lest you have to commence an immediate reinspection of your souls infinitely inward reflection,
To cultivate the elation and appreciate needed to over come the sedation of deflation, and by doing so
Laying a foundation of inspiration up on which you can then build the motivation to power your machination
Of aspiration so some day we can escape through a nice long vacation to a more hospitable foreign nation.

Love is from above like a dove, so let's not shove with a glove, especially if it’s black cause that’s whack,
Like ignoring a wounded pigeon, helping injured animals is part of my religion, it's not contrition but volition, Causing women cognition ignition, they're wishin' we would relax, those are facts I'll transmit through a fax
Or these lyrics on wax in new studio tracks, so there's no need for smacks or extraneous jumping jacks,
Nor thumb tacks on teachers chairs, don't ignite subconscious fears or relegate competitors to their lairs,
Just deflect malevolent stares at your facial hairs with out supernatural cares nor throwing house wares,
Up root tares, over come "double dares", dissipate your night mares, escape all enemies snares,
So they are the ones who wind up in tears, I'll socialize with grizzly bears, and never hate on "queers",
I would rather shift mental gears to go, find, and eat some wild pears,
I speak this way out loud with out getting furious or injurious,
It seems to make some people very preternaturally curious.

Let's project symmetrical visual symphonies,
Through images of chromatic tones recorded with mobile phones,
In videos, photos, and notes, of flowers, rhymes, and boats,
While wearing long black wool coats,
I'm not soliciting your votes just building wider moats.

I don’t want rye, chai, fungi, or apple pie in my foci i
I would rather rely on just fruit and water to get by,
So please don’t cry... it births a stye... that’s a lie,
But I don’t need to get "high" so I said good bye,
To those who don’t try that’s why some of us never die,
Real "stars" aren’t found in the eye of any papa razzi guy,
So the only ones I admire are found "up" and out,
In to the infinitely deep and abysmal night time sky.

Is my plan to be global noble or ignoble? I’m not sure but may be a woman has the cure? So I’ll endure and stay pure for sure please don’t try to lure, me into a bar or I might have to drive your car unrealistically far after a shooting star isn’t that just bizarre? I hope I make par if not I might have to buy an other cheap sports car or a guitar to char, its nylon strings I'll paint all over the colors of humming birds wings since it seems as if every musician I ever admired sings about happy things so until I can do the same I'll merely try to carve some metal rings or supervise an other little child on those brand new play ground swings.

No I will not join your faction dedicated to putting other people in to traction
May be some one should just issue a retraction to the offended parties satisfaction?
I think I would rather provoke a happy reaction by recording a brand new rap music video
Be cause fighting for all your “leaders” causes does not seem to be very much fun to me you know
So please, kindly inform them they can all keep all of their uniforms, badges, and fire arms
I think I would rather go and buy ten or twelve boxes of that cereal: "Lucky Charms"
And give most of them a way to some of the home less people a round here to day
I thinkany little thing I can do or say to cheer some one else up is the best way.

Hate full voices saturated with cynicism
Tempt me to react with contemplations of retaliatory criticism
In stead I will try to amuse such enemies with a new witticism
And again try to stress the importance of adopting true Socialism
So we can try to reduce the abuse that perpetuates mutual contempt
Hey at least we poor people are able to declare our selves: "exempt"
On yearly tax returns as the rage of the many victimized millions burns
In response to the pain caused when a beneficiary of privilege spurns
An other one of the weakest among us un till their ashes fill burial urns.

I have seen empty sturdy buildings that stretch on for many miles
A long side a million home less people who never exhibit any smiles,
So perhaps some one can explain to us all:
What need is there for some people to hoard so many of lifes neccesities?
When doing so causes people who live out side to risk contracting a deadly disease?
Are corporations share holders rates of return really so much more important than people?
If so, I am curious to know where that doctrine was taught (and under which type of church steeple)?
I think that our nations government should do more to quell the anger and hatred that too often burn
In side of many of the tens of millions of marginalized be cause they are callously denied a turn
To enjoy life for once (and despite what some people be lieve: most of them are not a dunce)
And even if they are, is such lack of sophistication really any sort of a crime?
I do not believe so and it is surely no justification for depriving them of their very last dime
So, perhaps we can convince some acquisitive people to lower their empty properties rents
So that the home less people among us are able to live their lives in this present tense?

I am paradoxically so "power full" that some insist they must secure my obedience
Yet at the same time so "worth less" they seem determined to exterminate me with expedience
So now I ingest too many pills to fix psychosomatic ills
Be cause I have grown weary of being stalked in a state that kills
I think I might rather return to sleeping in those abandoned old mills
But we were all ways too busy keeping warm to operate any "moon shine" stills
You see: I don't mind helping you shovel your snow for free
And I don't want to hear a bout your de ceased grand fathers wills
Be cause all I am really trying to accomplish is the repayment of my own past due bills.

Fatalism is the only philosophy I fear be cause it is upsetting when no one seems to care
Not even the people who need to be cared about so now I feel tempted to pout
I would hate to infect others with doubt be cause that is not what life is a bout
If I did I would suffer a rout or have to live in the woods like a boy scout
So I won't ever drink any stout nor provoke any one else to ever flout
Any of the rules maintaining the fragile peace in these "skools"
At times I can not help but to contend with all of the: "fools"
But does that bad habit not all so make me one too?
So please for give me for refusing to argue with you
Be cause that would just make us both feel: blue
Let us just try to not use each other like tools
I would hate to engage in any more duels.

I suspect that I was brain washed by: Tell Lie Vision
That those screen plays made a destructive incision
In to my brain convincing me it is "normal" to cause pain
Maybe that is why our "civilization" appears to be so in sane?
Be cause what is there to really gain from seeking revenge?
All violence is actually very primitive just like: Stone Henge
It is better to allow the wrong doers conscience to avenge
Then we can relax knowing that we did not stoop to that level
Because even hatred is a form of violence divisive like a bevel
So please, no more denunciations of peace makers like: Neville
Chamberlin (who was not obsessed with the need to all ways win)
Any type of a war (I think that I would rather live my life on a tour)
So can some one please show all fire arm wielders to the door?
The problem is with minds that feel compelled to "even the score"
And I am too up set with other things to live thinking in that way
So I will just stand out side here and do my best to try to play
An old guitar (some say that type of skill can take a man far)
Because I do not really feel the need to golf and: "make par"
Nor to speed a round recklessly in any type of a sports car
I think I would prefer instead to rent my own room with a bed
But the rents in this part of our nations territory are much too high
So I may just hoist up my pack back and say to you all: "good bye"
And fly a way on an other jumbo jet up and out in to the sky
Because I do not want to argue with any land lords who lie
And want us tenants to subsidize their ultra plush life styles
So they can lay a round drunk all day and watch: the "X files"
See, I do not mind helping replace those old bath room tiles
Nor to help you organize all of your rental businesses files
But please try to attempt to treat me just as fairly in return
Because greed is a sin causing the rage of millions to burn.

Some times I feel like I am just a fool be cause I had to withdraw out of skool
I did not mind obeying every single rule and the meals there sure were not: gruel
I got hurt when forced to be their pack mule then my "brothers" tried to trick me in to a duel
Be cause I did not want recruits used as a tool to be ruthlessly used, abused and reconfused
But that line of reasoning was hatefully refused and my semesters there were all ways infused
With hatred, scheming, and threats of violence in attempts to intimidate me in to total silence
But that did not work (and I reported it to a clerk) so now hurting fraternity "pledges" is illegal there
But I was not able to finish my engineering degree be cause many of my "brothers" wanted to kill me
So now you all know what has really been going on and why I seldom speak but just gobble a bon bon
Be cause I have concluded that most people will "fold" and hate any one who does not do what they are told
Well I am sorry but that is not me (as you can now see) I hope that all such types of hatred will end eventually
Which is why I created the "War" page of my web site I worked on it for all most a month every single night
So if you want to try to help make things a bit better email, call, or write to your congress person a letter
Which you can do when visiting the following page be cause no body should be coerced to feel rage:

Click here to help stop: war, the death penalty, and: hazing.

In addition to those lyrics I wrote (and can rap) I can also play conga and djembe drums, some key board and guitar, and may be available to perform to be recorded in your (or your corporations) music studio.

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Preliminary version of a cartoon character I conceived of that I want to develop in to an animated series. (Copy Right: Erik du Fresne, U.S.A.)

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