Monday, November 12, 2018

In Our Land Of Oz by John Kaniecki

In Our Land of Oz

By John Kaniecki

Tin Man leads Scarecrow
On the Yellow Brick Road
Strolling, rolling always on the go
Dorothy in the sweetness of her teens
Oh if only you could know
What lurks between the obscenes
Tin Man cruel and vile
Scarecrow in constant denial
As the vibrant, virgin whore
Poses for a camera flash
Rolling Stone defines the score
And they pay you off in cash
On the Yellow Brick Road

Tin Man calculates psychological illusion
Scarecrow charges blindly as he pathetically screams
As Dorothy, she softly dreams
For some way out of innocent confusion
And Lions in Masses abound
Quiet as cowardly mice making no sound
As Oz sits upon the throne
And my has apathy grown
And Scarecrow is clinically insane
Intoxicating using anything for the pain
On the Yellow Brick Road

Oz’ voice thunders above the crowd
Who cares what he says it’s plenty loud
Tin Man silently, privately laments
Depraved darkness with vampiric desire
No heart, no soul, to kindle any fire
A strict rule, nobody repents
On the Yellow Brick Road

Ruby Red Slippers click, click, click, three times
If you’re the Law you can commit no crimes
And Chief Joseph laughs in most bitter tears
Oz is far worse than any of his fears
Dorothy lip syncs and gets the lyrics wrong
While Hopi dance singing tomorrow’s song
Ask Langston Hughes when it will explode

On the Yellow Brick Road




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Saturday, November 10, 2018

Scarecrow song lyric by John Kaniecki

This gem is from an attempt to at a concept album. It got eight song lyrics into it. If you are a musician and would like to collaborate send me a message. 


Scarecrow

I was as thin as the wind
My dirty long hair was a sin
The holes in my jeans weren’t style
Still I did my best to smile

Mother was always pushing me out
Another uncle visiting no doubt
An x rated deflated reality
Best to flee to a happy fantasy

I was always on the go
Went by the name scarecrow
I have secrets you don’t know
Please call me scarecrow

It’s a terrible thing to want to die
When like rain endless tears I cry
I would like to ask the Good Lord why
But I hear loud and clear he’s but a lie

I was always on the go
Went by the name scarecrow
I have secrets you don’t know
Please call me scarecrow

Seven years old and the world is black
I’m going to run never coming back
But I know the dangers of the street
What children will do for a bite to eat

I was always on the go
Went by the name scarecrow
I have secrets you don’t know
Please call me scarecrow

I am hollow with a brain of straw
Believing in love was my tragic flaw
I wish I went blind seeing what I saw
You can never leave once you enter the door

I was always on the go
Went by the name scarecrow
I have secrets you don’t know

Please call me scarecrow


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Friday, November 9, 2018

"Drone Man" by John Kaniecki

Drone Man

by John Kaniecki 

My favorite pit bull Clarence
His savage sharp teeth
Protrudes from his drooling mouth
Mimicking a Lion in starved rage
Carefully, cautiously
We go on a pleasant stroll
Over green hills and through
Valleys of yellow laughing lilies
His studded leather collar sturdy
The short leash tautly secure
We arrive at the Blue Lagoon
Flocks of diverse birds gather
Joyful choirs singing glorious poetic choruses
I flash a picture before Clarence
An image of the suspected target duck
Sketched personally with my presidential pen
I tie a sacred red, white and blue bandana
Over my pit bull’s bulging eyes
Effectively blinding him
I remove all restraints
I issue stern and proper binding orders
“Go and Kill!!!” I bark out
Off he rides into the sunset
Moments later Clarence returns
Colorful feathers fill his obedient mouth
SO NOT SORRY!!!
Our suspected terrorists
Was a family on the way to a wedding!?!
Welcome to the world of collateral damage
Thank Allah it was in Yemen
Cause if that shit happened here

We would Nuke Em. 

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Thursday, November 8, 2018

"Innocent In Jail" by John Kaniecki

Innocent In Jail

by John Kaniecki

I know every crack on the ceiling
I ain't just feeling blue
I am the ocean
I am the sea
I am a man
Longing to be free

The system ain't blind
It was meant to bind

Slavery
Political oppression
That is the lesson
That the darker your skin
The greater your sin
And if you don't wanna serve the man
And you ain't hip to the plan
Then damn
Your soul
They'll prove whose in control

See the country's justice system fail
A common tale

Innocent in jail


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Monday, October 22, 2018

Black Magic

Black Magic

Well he was a soldier
Armed with a guitar
And played harder
Then whoever you are

They call him black magic
His hands harder than steel
He took me on a trip fantastic
It’s hard to believe it was real
Black magic black magic

He started out looking for deliverance
But he settled down with the Experience
The music was alive in his hand
Now he rests in Electric Lady Land
At last peace is found for his troubled soul
But he’ll live forever in rock and roll
No one can lay down as good a lick
No one else will be King Electric

They call him black magic
His hands harder than steel
He took me on a trip fantastic
It’s hard to believe it was real
Black magic black magic

He had his herbs he had his juice
He enslaved the fire just to turn it loose
Reality to him was a point of view
The sky be green the traffic light blue
Like a super nova he outshone the stars
To him they were boys with guitars
And Jim he was an old man
He played better than anyone ever can

They call him black magic
His hands harder than steel
He took me on a trip fantastic
It’s hard to believe it was real
Black magic black magic

Well he was a soldier
 Armed with a guitar
And played harder 

Then whoever you are


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Friday, October 19, 2018

Cam Show


There were several great things that came out of writing poems for people on Facebook. The first is that I wrote a lot of poems. Second is that I was forced to face some topics that I would never have approached on my own. As an artist, this expanded my technique. Some of the poems I had to do some extensive research to write. And finally, since all of these were already posted on Facebook they count as published.  From this effort came “Cam Show.” I think it came out well. 


Cam Show

by John Kaniecki

Welcome
Cum inside
Let me grant your wish
It won't be denied
I'm a tempting, tempting dish
Lick me like liquorice 
Guaranteed to be
DELISCIOUS 

Oh
Don't you know
I'm hear to please
Shock, rock and tease
Give me your command
Make your demand
I understand
I'm a sweet angelic beauty
I'm a raunchy racy whore
A curious cutie
I'll have you begging for more
And more, and more, and more
It's the perfect score
There is no cure

It's the Cam Show
Ready to go
Breasts overflowing
Hidden treasures worth knowing
I'll strip to the skin
Sharing seductive sin
All you gotta do
Is share a dollar or two
To enter in

In the end my friend
You'll find my action
Pure satisfaction
That I know
It's the Cam Show






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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Grandmother

It has been a long time since I have put up a new post, about a month in fact. I felt obligated to put up something new and I came across this gem. It is free verse which for me is rare. I only feel compelled to write in free verse because it is, to the bane of poetry, the going thing.

I  hope you enjoy it. 


Grandmother

By John Kaniecki

There was a time
Her soft eyes are hard history
The wrinkles of the women’s face
Like endless concentric circles on an ancient tree stump
A gentle smile defining wisdom
Love in her heart blazing as an open fire
Warming all who gather in her vicinity
There was a time
We huddle near mesmerized
She is part of us
An entity, a being greater than mom and dad
Like unto God, but more approachable
More real
But still a mystery
An endless ocean of kindness
Full of treasures and treats
Steaming hot chocolate on frigid winter days
Floods of kisses and hugs in utmost sincerity
An intercessor to calm the rage of parents
A keeper of the treasure box of prudence
One who is given respect freely
Not through arrogant, domineering authority
But by a magic as inexpressible as unexplainable
There was a time
Words simple but profound
Eagerly we hear her lore
Captivated
Bound by our own willing spirits
Wishing for time to forever cease
There was a time
It is now in the presence of grandmother






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