My Song

My Song

 

I’m a young person living in an old world                                        

Dreaming of someday being a rock and roll girl                               

I’ll be singing in the Garden in New York City                                 

And all my fans will say Isn’t She So Pretty                                     

 

These days I claim as mine

Thanx I’m doing just fine

Music she’s my angel divine

These words I claim as mine

 

You don’t need to be grown up to sing the blues

All you gotta do is wakeup and listen to the news

Don’t dare you say that you’re speaking what’s on my mind

I want a world of LOVE and that means being kind

 

These days I claim as mine

Thanx I’m doing just fine

Music she’s my angel divine

These words I claim as mine

 

You don’t need a crystal ball to see the times

I hear the widow weeping as the church bell chimes

I’m telling you all that I’ve got a solution

I’m telling you all about a rock and roll revolution

 

These days I claim as mine

Thanx I’m doing just fine

Music she’s my angel divine

These words I claim as mine

 

I never met John Lennon in Strawberry fields

But the will of the people never yields

Captain America silently weeps off stage

Hear the drums rocking with my rage

 

One day I’ll grow old if there ain’t no nuclear war

I pray to God Almighty that I can stay pure

But today is the time for me to right every wrong

So I get up here and I’m a singing this song

 

These days I claim as mine

Thanx I’m doing just fine

Music she’s my angel divine

These words I claim as mine

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In The Quiet Room

 In The Quiet Room

 

by John Kaniecki

 

MADNESS, Madness, madness

An endless mantra

My sacred curse

This vitriol verse

My mind meanders in murky doom

As I sit

As I wait

IN THE QUIET ROOM!!

The large wooden door

Massively secure

Is full of scratches and dents

From previous occupants

I begin to thrust my weight

Against the study gate

Time after time after time

My keepers in angry breath

Threaten me with death

If I don't cease my crime

It is not their harsh laws

Bat rather

The futility of the cause

That makes me repent

 

There is a window

Blazing glorious light

I see the marvelous glow

But nothing is right

I am an inmate

Of  Greystone

Which is infamously known

A ferocious reputation

Of dark damnation

Is its own

In my manic delusion

My eyes inherit illusion

I gaze

Not upon the sun in the sky

But rather I see

God in all his glory

I do not lie

 

I curse the Almighty's name

Though my faith devout

Still I shout

And blasphemies I proclaim

Such is the depths of my pain

Such is the insanity in my brain

But my eyes burn

And a lesson I learn

God you may defy

But never look Him in the eye

Don't even try

 

Moments

Melt to minutes

My mind dissipates

As voices in my head

Vocally debates

I calmly observe

Listening to all that is said

Suddenly

They open the door

I am pacified

Gone is the war

In my surrender

I can scarcely remember

What I was fighting for

 

From Dorm Sixty Two

These words are true

Judge not pilgrim

Don't condemn my sin

It could happen to you

Madness may consume

And you my find

Life unkind

In the quiet room

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