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Moronic poems from my perplexed mind.

This Time Around

Posted by heretic on September 30, 2009

I have just seen a face
Angeldust from outer space
She of the divine race
Humanity’s saving grace

Heavenly perfect symmetry
From afar poetry I do see
In the past how sad I’d be
For the one wouldn’t be me

This time around I’m not blue
For my thoughts are always of you
With all that beauty shining through
She still can’t hold a candle to you

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Marianne

Posted by heretic on December 12, 2008

I wake up at midnight and stare at the sky
I watch the steps on the escalator go by
The last time I saw you is clear as day
Just like the Boston song you were walking away

We knew each other for longer than ever
And your love’s sunshine I shall forget never
My thoughts are frozen in time to stay
What a fool I was for I let you get away

I cannot take back the pain I have caused
You can never get back the years that you lost
Here’s hoping you find love and go your own way
While I wallow in regret ’til my dying day

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(She’s A) Reptile

Posted by heretic on November 29, 2008

I met her at the sleaze-pit on Lagrange
Fell for her moves, though they were mighty strange
As she mixed pleasure with sweet pain
I poured all my money down the drain

She’s a reptile, she’s a reptile, she’s out to get you
Oh, my little reptile and her sweet stranglehold

Mercilessly she walked out the door
I had to go after her though I was pretty sore
Caught up with her by the drugstore
With an evil smile she made me beg for more

She’s a reptile, she’s a reptile, she’s out to get you
Oh, my little reptile and her sweet stranglehold

She had her way with me, you no she knew the score
One look from those eyes and I was floored
Now she’s gone but she’s always on my mind
Some will leave you broke and dead at the same time

She’s a reptile, she’s a reptile, she’s out to get you
Oh, my little reptile and her sweet stranglehold

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The Commuter Rail Sonnet

Posted by heretic on November 16, 2008

Wake up everyday before the day dawns
Ride like the wind just to make it on time
Only it’s not some hellcat that I get to ride
It is a filthy green slug trailing on slime

For it’s a long way to where I have to be
My private little prison where I punch in
A diesel goliath I board to take me in
To deliver me to the corporate machine

It is a long, lonely ride and would be painful
If not for two things I have to keep me cool
The first- Led Zeppelin- on my ears to soothe
The other, sweet woman, are thoughts of you

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Sax Girl

Posted by heretic on September 7, 2008

You’re at home honey when you’re doing your thing
As you blow on your horn you make my thoughts ring
A shot of Jack and jazz from your lips any day
One look at you, sax girl, and I’ll be on my way

Saw you last night at Wally’s blowing, blowing away
Wandered the streets thinking of you or of some way
To take you home and make you mine and have my way
One look at you, sax girl, yes you make my day

Putting in my hours every day I’m wound up pretty tight
Moments with you and your tunes always make my night
A shot of Jack and jazz from your lips any day
One look at you, sax girl, and I’ll be on my way

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Gasoline blues

Posted by heretic on July 31, 2008

Lord, I am down, I am down as a soul can be
I’m stuck in a limbo, and stewing in misery
I could be out there riding, riding to infinity
But got no fuel to feed my ride, lord have mercy

Well the station got hold of some last week
Like bloodhounds we all rushed to the scene
Waited my turn until the sun went down on me
Got a pitiful handful, it was all for nothing

The next day with an offer the devil came to me
For twice the dough and my soul, sweet gasoline
I offered up all that I had along with my dignity
Got what I needed then, said hello to ecstasy

With the next sunrise, some crook stole it off of me
With no remorse, the urchin siphoned it out of me
And I am back in my hellhole, not riding to infinity
Well, still got no fuel to feed my ride, lord have mercy

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Stargazer

Posted by heretic on July 23, 2008

Inspired in part by the 1976 Rainbow song, “Stargazer”.

It is a sad, sad little story of mankind
Masses driven by a single twisted mind
Peasants we become to the will of madmen
Drowning our lives for their demented gain

Is it power, is it charm, is it the bloodline
That overrides our divine text and makes us blind?
We flock like sheep to the sound of insanity
The voice of reason confined and subject to pity

And victory is elusive in the absolute end
The messiah’s soul tainted and heart blackened
In a chaotic frenzy, millions perish to darkness
All are gone, nobody wins in the mouth of madness

And here it is, the lyrics for Rainbow’s “Stargazer” –

High noon, oh I’d sell my soul for water
Nine years worth of breaking my back
There’s no sun in the shadow of the wizard
See how he glides, why he’s lighter than air
Oh I see his face!

Where is your star? Is it far, is it far, is it far?
When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe!

In the heat and the rain, with the whips and chains
To see him fly, so many die
We built a tower of stone, with our flesh and bone
Just to see him fly, but we don’t know why
Now where do we go?

Hot wind, moving fast across the desert
We feel that our time has arrived
The world spins, while we put his dream together
A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky
Oh I see his face!

Where is your star? Is it far, is it far, is it far?
When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe!

In the heat and the rain, with the whips and chains
To see him fly, so many die
We built a tower of stone, with our flesh and bone
Just to see him fly, but we don’t know why
Now where do we go?

All eyes see the figure of the wizard
As he climbs to the top of the world
No sound, as he falls instead of rising
Time standing still, then there’s blood on the sand
Oh I see his face!

Where was your star? Was it far, was it far, was it far?
When did we leave? We believed, we believed, we believed!

In the heat and the rain, with the whips and chains
To see him fly, so many died
We built a tower of stone, with our flesh and bone
To see him fly, but why…
In all the rain with all the chains did so many die?
Just to see him fly!

Look at my flesh and bone
Now, look, look, look, look, look at the tower of stone!
I see your rainbow rising
Look there, on the horizon oh no, who’s rising
And I’m coming home, I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Time is standing still, you, give back my will
Going home, I’m going home
My eyes are bleeding, and my heart is lead ahead
But it’s not home, but it’s not home
Take me back, you, give me back my will
Take me back, take me back, back to my home

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The ballad of Nagarjuna

Posted by heretic on July 18, 2008

Pitch black the worm above his lips
For he was born out of Satan’s hips
His horse he will tie anywhere he may
Powerless are you, is it not clear as day?

Cross his path and your life will pass sooner
And he shall not care because he’s Nagarjuna

A thousand concupines he has around all the time
They listen to his drivel to fill their empty minds
Slave to his destiny, he couldn’t be a healer
Now he runs his outfit, a claptrap dealer

Cross his path and your life will pass sooner
And he shall not care because he’s Nagarjuna

If you shall come across his godly countenance
Fall to your knees and break out the penance
He will taint your soul, he will own your breath
Or better just yet, maybe he’ll bore you to death

Cross his path and your life will pass sooner
And he shall not care because he’s Nagarjuna

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Pictures of you

Posted by heretic on July 3, 2008

Time it seemed had healed all my wounds
And the corpse that was my heart saw light again
One fateful day and a chance glimpse of you
Back was I shoved into this twister of pain

On the eve that you left I died a million times
With time however like the Phoenix I was reborn
Another shot at life foiled by a vision of you
In some abyss my fragments lie, my being is torn

As I closely inspect the scars in my spirit
They will never mend it seems no matter what I do
If you look from afar, blemishes all over me
If you take a closer look, they’re all pictures of you

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Gone

Posted by heretic on February 14, 2008

Pestilence plagues the realm of man
Disease spreads wings across the land
Famine rides wild, extinction is at hand
The hand of doom on our graves pours sand

None of this matters to me
All that matters is that she’s gone

Spring arrives in the grandest fashion
Young hearts rustle with temptation
With petals that bloom love comes around
Birds of heaven of delight make sounds

All of this passes by me
All that matters is that she’s gone

Across all frontiers war rages on
No end in sight to planned annihilation
Creatures of divine with each dawn are slain
Evil prevails all across the mortal plains

It is immaterial to me
All that matters is that she’s gone

Amidst the pandemonium, chaos and death
Astonishing is the stand of Man’s faith
All scars are erased as time goes by
The powers that be make way for new life

None of it makes me happy
All that matters is that she’s gone

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