We Are Generation X-Mess

We are Generation X-Mess

Well the stock market it went bull

And all the stuffed shirts say it’s cool

So many dollars but there’s no sense

So many denials but no innocence

And they would package a piece of hell

If they thought it would sell.

We are generation X-Mess

Words alone could never express

Seems like we got pain in excess

We are generation X-Mess

Twenty-seven going nowhere fast

We look ahead cause we’ve got no past

Don’t tell me about your religion

Cause having a good time ain’t a sin

Twenty-seven I’ll tell you how to score

Damn your god damn your holy war

We are generation X-Mess

Words alone could never express

Seems like we got pain in excess

We are generation X-Mess

I smile with hideous laughter

Not oblivious to my disaster

And Love is my master

Baby come on do it faster

Why do you crucify me

Just cause I disagree

Me I am misunderstood

You say evil but I’m good

Yeah I’m good cause I’m honest

I’m no hypocrite like the rest

I speak for me do I speak for you

Am I misguided do I have a clue

Whether liar or messiah

I can take you a little higher

Cause soldier just between you and me

Ain’t nothing stranger than reality

Yeah I’m cool trying to be hip

Life it comes once so enjoy the trip

We are generation X-Mess

Words alone could never express

Seems like we got pain in excess

We are generation X-Mess

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An Open Letter To James Mattis

Dear James Mattis,

I hope you are well and I wish you luck in finding new work. I am confident that you will find something, perhaps as a lobbyist or television commentator.  I would like to thank you for your service to our nation, but I feel that you have only served a certain segment. I truly don’t think that you have served the poor of this land, but I guess that is debatable. I think it is horrific that our young men and women had to become ‘cannon fodder.’ In my mind I recall families scrapping together money so that they could purchase protective armor for military vehicles in Iraq. While this would be perfectly understandable if the Pentagon’s budget were small, it is bloated. We have money to spend developing new sophisticated and horrific weapons but not to adequately protect our troops. This is not entirely your fault, nor are you to blame that over twenty of our veterans commit suicide every day. Alas, I sadly must say that you have contributed to this problem by conducting business as usual.

 Let us be perfectly honest and admit that if things don’t change in the world, the United States will be waging war against both China and Russia. In your letter, you refer to them as “strategic competitors.” Unless the United States finds some way to undermine these sovereign governments as they have done in Chile, Iran and elsewhere, war looms near. I am confident you do understand that there is no winning a nuclear war. Furthermore, even a war without using nuclear weapons war would cause the deaths of tens of millions of people if not hundreds of millions. I find this unacceptable.

James, might I suggest to you that you are not identifying the enemy correctly. War is the greatest evil that mankind has ever created. Think of all that is involved in war. Imagine what all those engineers and brilliant minds could have done with their talents instead of inventing satanic weapons of destruction. Think of the high cost of lives of soldiers and civilians. Think of the massive destruction of civilization. Think of the polluting of the environment. Think of the ill will and the hatred that is caused. War itself is the enemy.

So we need to ask that question, and that is ‘Why do we have war?’ The answer is very simple; people profit off of war. They don’t only make a little they make immense amounts of wealth. I am sure you understand the propaganda, lies, and manipulation that occur to wage wars in the first place. We are not fighting a war on terror but rather the United States has become the terroristic nation. To prove this fact I only need to count the dead, see where they died and find out who killed them.

While I am not a big fan of President Donald Trump I applaud his announcement to withdraw troops from Syria. It is a step in the right direction. The wrong direction is Armageddon. Perhaps that event of Biblical proportions is inevitable, but I would like to delay that dark day for as long as possible. Peace motivates me to write this letter.

If you care to visit and civilly talk things over, I more than welcome you to my home. I do not know your history intimately, but I am quite confident that you are vastly more acquainted with the horrors of war than am I. My expertise lies in understanding Jesus Christ who among the many titles he wears is called “The Prince of Peace.” He has commanded us to love even our enemies. While perhaps that might sound illogical to a military man like you it makes perfect sense. In fact that one commandment, if adhered to, may prevent a nuclear holocaust.

Sincerely,

John Kaniecki 

"The Wall" by John Kaniecki

I don’t recall the circumstances of writing this poem. It was jotted down in a notebook and then forgotten. Though I can’t say with one hundred percent certainty I believe it was inspired by the candidate Trump’s comments. The notebook was co-opted and taken for New Jersey Peace Action service. After lingering in the office for several months we started working on “Peace Poems.” This poem was then discovered and used as my contribution for the effort. 

The Wall

by John Kaniecki

There is a wall

High and tall

Between here and there

It keeps some out

It keeps some in

And without a doubt

It is a sin

It was built for the rich

By the hands of the poor

An ever-present reminder

Of perpetual war

It is a wall of hatred

It is a wall of grief

A cursed blasphemy

Of every sacred belief

Tear it down I say

Burn it till it is no more

On to a new day

Pristine and pure

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Holy Father

Here is an old gem from the archives, a great little piece for a heavy metal or thrash band. Just the depths of the diversity of the lyrics within my book called “Without The Music.” If you are in a band or like great writing my book is a must. It took thirty years to write it. 

Holy Father

They always dress in black

With claws like lions ready to attack

Love is good love is to stay

Just don’t get in their way

Cause vermin if you do

They’re gonna crucify you

Oh holy father, father in the sky

Bless the B-2 bomber to make our enemy die

Abortion is bad killing is not meant to be

That is why we endorse the death penalty

Like an old suit they wear a smile

They perform with dancer’s grace and style

Feeding people lies since their youth

It’s a miracle anyone digests the truth

Oh holy father, father in the sky

Be with your people in places high

Help us opiate the poor

Let the peasant believe in our war

They always dress in black

With claws like lions ready to attack

Love is good love is to stay

Just don’t get in their way

Cause vermin if you do

They’re gonna crucify you

O holy father, father in the sky

Don’t give them the time to understand why

Keep on saying it’s from the book

And pray the people don’t take a look

We know it’s this but we’ll tell them that

Starve the poor while the rich get fat

It doesn’t matter if they’re young or old

As long as they do as their told

Oh holy father, father in the sky

In the still of night I hear a baby cry

O holy father, father in the sky

Could you please tell me why

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Hot Black Coffee And A Cigarette

Running down the latter years of my life I proudly turn back to my past and look at the work that I have done. Time brings distance and allows for honest self-evaluation. This lyric has been brought to life but unfortunately, I cannot produce the music for it. I have it saved on my computer but don’t know how to put it on the blog. There is a quantum leap from reading the words to hearing them sung. If you want to hear it send me a note and I’ll forward the song to you. Meanwhile, I have a host of lyrics like this in my book “Without The Music.” I am also happy to say that I am diligently writing more and more. 

Hot Black Coffee and a Cigarette

A thousand demos a day

All I can do is pray

When I rock and roll

It comes from the soul

I have sung them blues

Lived a life of bad news

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Looking for a soul to steal

The devil comes to make a deal

But I see through his disguise

Cause his words are only lies

The way Satan he function

He’ll take you to down to destruction

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Right now I’m below low

Up is the only way to go

Hitch hiking for a rocket

Only got three dollars in my pocket

But three will pay the toll

On the highway of Rock and Roll

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

I see a light in the black night

I see a light burning green with delight

I hear a voice that always calls

I feel a hand that lifts as I fall

I may never make it to the top

But the truth is I’ll never stop

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

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"Going To Grenada" by John Kaniecki

Keeping on the Caribbean theme I am most happy to present to you “Going to Grenada.”  This song lyric was written in that sunny paradise inspired by the journey of my wife and me to her home. Maurice Bishop was perhaps the greatest political mind of the twenty-first century.

You will find this gem and many others in my book of song lyrics called “Without The Music.” If you have are a singer and what some material it is a must. Or from a purely poetic point of view, it is a work worthy of exploration. 

Going To Grenada

JFK was miles away to catch the plane

City in fright, security tight what a pain

Took off my belt and I mooned the guard

Never knew going to Grenada would be so hard

Going to Grenada

The Island in the sea

Going to Grenada

With my Love with me

Landed in the sun, really felt the heat

Maurice Bishop airport that name’s a treat

Long ago the man fought for all our dreams

Rose like an angel only to fall in screams

Going to Grenada

Revolution does survive

Going to Grenada

Our hopes are still alive

Family, friends, we are kinfolk one and all

Calypso, hip hop, reggae, prophets call

Times hard, money tight but hopes run high

Maurice is dead but dreams can never die

Music puts the Love in motion

Sunny beaches by the ocean

Riches here beyond compare

For all of us to share?

Going to Grenada

Can you read between the lines

Going to Grenada

Everything will be fine

My throat dry, belly empty, where is righteousness

Jesus was well until Judas gave his kiss

On that hill on that cross blood was shed for peace

The world could use another man like you Maurice

Going to Grenada

God I beg you for your grace

Going to Grenada

Help the human race

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Hot In Jamaica

Hot In Jamaica

Jamaica has the finest rum

And the ladies love to have fun

In the hot hot sun

A poem sitting docile in the memory banks of my computer. Thought I’d share it with you on this blustery Sunday evening.

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"A Day's Weather" poetry book by John Kaniecki

Rain

Down the rains came,

Splattering heavenly tears

Mourning over sinful years

Mankind is still the same

Playing the part of the fool

Same today as yesterday

We cannot even obey

The simple Golden Rule

And thus begins an epic poem…

“A Day’s Weather” is my first poetry chapbook. The date on the book I have recorded is January 25, 1991, but I am sure that the writing is older than that. This journey through time shows my mind and my writing when my epic literary journey began.

Refreshing

Hey will you be my friend

We’ll be loyal to the end

We can share our toys

Laughs innocent boys

They are guiltless when they

Forget their father’s way

Colt arise

Open your eyes

Life has just begun

Soon you will run

Nuzzled by mother’s nose

How graceful a horse grows

Walking in but a day

Soon galloping on his way

Gittup, gittup and run

Life has just begun

“A Day’s Weather” explores the world poetically expressing each phase of the weather in poetic form. It is a warm and endearing book. It is ideal for a child approaching their teenage years. It is a great introduction to the world of poetry.

The Rainbow

What could be better than this?

A day filled with overwhelming bliss

Wonders will never cease

How great are my people

Look up in the heavens with a glow

There lies a glorious rainbow

Sevens rays a colored delight

Fills my heart with unending light

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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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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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"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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"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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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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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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