Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poem/Talkin Old Man Jealousy Blues




Preface:

There is a time in the course of one's existence, when it becomes impossible to cling to the ideals we cherished in our formative years.  When it becomes easier to see beyond the pale of tomorrow, but harder to deal with what tomorrow means.

Poem:

This person is quite sad
He can't recall the times they had
He'd rather brood and moan and cry
Than look his soul straight in the eye - And question his existence.
No, he'd rather stew and act on pretense

Suffocating, soul sucking, constricting snake
Unable to satisfy his one time mate -
He wraps his arms, He numbs to grip -
yet through his fingers her soul does slip

He can't see the fire in the rear view mirror
There's a house burning down on the side of the road.
He doesn't pull over, but drives faster, hoping to catch up with her.
He's overwhelmed by thoughts of what he Should do,
Instead of what he Could do.

When you lose everything, you gain perspective.

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Talkin' Old Man Jealousy Blues

Old man jealousy workin' for the likes of he
get him down and tie him up - wrap his face - his soul his stuck
Send him to the doctor please - anesthetize his soul decree -
changin' up his mantra - see - yer nothin' to society

just a waste of carbon

just a waste of fuel oil

Old man jealousy talkin' bout the anarchy
wrestlin' in your soul better stop and slow the road
Love sick, love hate, love yourself and then negate
Regret - upset yourself into - forget - slug me, slug him - yer only losin' when you win

what a waste of energy

what a waste of conviction.

Young man - got down - stole a woman from his crown
stead of bein' grateful for the freedom in his soul -
got down upset - tried to free it on my head
Can't please, can't win, only way to live is sin.

what a queer way a thinkin'

what a stranger to danger

Sendin' him some solace now - I'll buy the farm I'll buy the cow
If it makes you happy, I'll the magic beans ya seed
Woman - changes - un-predictin' strangeness -
short prose - fiction - only way i know to win

Just lettin' my soul out

Just lettin' my heart out


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