Psycho

Psycho

 

You can tell he’s gonna win

Cause there’s magic inside his grin

And though he holds no aces

He bluffs with different faces

While up his sleeve to ease the pain

Is a gram or two of good cocaine

For sure he’ll have a woman tonight

If she don’t put up too much of a fight

His name is John that we all know

But we like to call him Psycho

 

You could call him no good

Even perhaps a punk or a hood

But I say in all likelihood

Psycho is just misunderstood

 

Sure he was once my brother

I was amazed and fooled by his cover

But beyond the smile full of pride

I saw a small child hid deep inside

Oh yes he played the game oh so well

He never let on to his inner hell

Always laughing toking a joint

With fluid language, he proved his point

But he was so empty and hollow

He never cared about his tomorrow

Perhaps one day he’s gonna grow

But still we call him Psycho

 

You could call him no good

Even perhaps a punk or a hood

But I say in all likelihood

Psycho is just misunderstood

 

Psycho

Do you know

It’s true

I love you

We split apart

It hurt my heart

But I still say

We had a good day

Friends before

Perhaps pals once more

I can’t say though

Oh Psycho

 

I wonder if you have grown

Maybe you got kids of your own

I’d love to see you correct your child

When you were once so crazy and wild

Will you play the part of the hypocrite?

Or are you gonna break down and explain it?

And if they ask and they want to know

Will you say that you were once Psycho

 

You could call him no good

Even perhaps a punk or a hood

But I say in all likelihood

Psycho is just misunderstood

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We Too Are The USA

 

We Too Are The USA

 

I walk down Wall Street I see the golden calf

The upper one percent ain’t the better half

If you want to see America there is more

We hate all the fighting and embrace the poor

 

There’s something I need to say

We too are the USA

Don’t let the war mongers have the day

We too are the USA

With folded hands we pray

We too are the USA

 

We’re farmers working the land with honest hands

We’re the Natives existing in ragtag bands

There is love in our heart and peace in our soul

Hear our cry we defy evil seeking control

 

There’s something I need to say

We too are the USA

Don’t let the war mongers have the day

We too are the USA

With folded hands we pray

We too are the USA

 

Sister brother father mother

Everybody love one another

United we stand divided we fall

Come down and answer the call

There’s something I need to say

We too are the USA

 

No matter what’s behind the future is ours

There is a heaven of love beyond the stars

We have come to serve to lift up those in need

We strive to be true in every word and deed

 

There’s something I need to say

We too are the USA

Don’t let the war mongers have the day

We too are the USA

With folded hands we pray

We too are the USA

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Piggy, Piggy, Piggy

Piggy, Piggy, Piggy

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy nice and fat

Fine overcoat a black top hat

Goes to the theatre looking so fine

See the whole farm wish it was mine

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy eats his feed

Gobbles on up more than he does need

Only thinks about fat number one

Won’t be nothing left when he’s done

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy wants some more

Got a wife, a mistress and a whore

It is very hard to fill the cup

When you can’t keep the gosh darn thing up

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy has no friend

People are just a means to an end

Darkness lives inside of his black soul

His only dream is complete control

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy speaks with lies

Never tells the truth, he never tries

Changes his story to fit the times

Never admits to his evil crimes

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy slaughter day

So much evil now it’s time to pay

Piggy, piggy, piggy time to stop

You’ll really make a nice pork chop

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Firewind Anthem

 

Firewind Anthem

 

This is the ballad of the Firewind band

We’re revolting against central command

This is the ballad of the Firewind band

We are the musicians rocking the land

Everybody come lend us your hand

It’s about time to make our final stand

We rebel against the powers that be

Against a government too blind to see

 

Come laughter or sorrow

We are force tomorrow

We’re going to rock your soul

If you still got a soul

 

This is our anthem the Firewind song

We resolve that hatred and killing is wrong

This is our anthem the Firewind song

If you stand for peace and Love you belong

We’re going to be marching in the street

We’re gonna give the powers that be some heat

Lay down your weapons and join with us

Pick up your cross as we follow Jesus

 

Come laughter or sorrow

We are force tomorrow

We’re going to rock your soul

If you still got a soul

 

This is our glorious Firewind tune

The final fight for freedom’s coming soon

This is our glorious Firewind tune

It’s close to Armageddon near high noon

The people in charge says nothings wrong

But I say the horror has gone on too long

Lay down your weapons lay them down tonight

Peace and Love are the tools with which we fight

 

Come laughter or sorrow

We are force tomorrow

We’re going to rock your soul

If you still got a soul

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If I Should Fall Before You

 

If I Should Fall Before You

by John Kaniecki

If I should fall before you

Know I fought to the end

If I should fall before you

Know that I was your friend

 

Rivers flow endlessly

Never filling the sea

Rivers flow endlessly

Into the misty gray fog of eternity

 

Some say there is a land beyond the great expanse

Where we shall sing and dance

Some say there is a land beyond the great expanse

I for one am willing to take that chance

 

If I should fall before you

I will welcome you in

If I should fall before you

Take comfort

We shall meet again

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Poetry Audition

 

From “Seven Rings Of Saturn.” This is poetry with an edge. A pit bull with razor-sharp teeth and bark to match. 

Poetry Audition

 

Present to me your worse works

Your three-legged dogs

Chained to a rusted Subaru

In an otherwise vacant junkyard

Make sure it is a rainy day

Full of golf ball-sized hail

Smashing car windshields

With as little care as

A prostitute saying yes

Give me images trite

Like electric rainbows

Or sunbeams from heaven

Boy meets girl, girl meets boy

Girl is strict neo-con feminist

Boy is homosexual flaming flamingo pink

Married to make parents happy

Lived happily ever after

With fourteen children

Who says you can't change?

 

Why wouldn't I present my worst work?

My tear-stained Big Mac wrappers

With scribble jotted by a straw

Using ketchup as ink

Best poem I ever wrote

Until my dog licked it up

 

Please don't rhyme that takes talent

Sonnets have been slain

The Knight of Free Verse

Bashed it's skull with his mace

So hard that the head was decapitated

It rolled down blueberry hill

To the witches' coven

As the head bounced

Plopping into the stew of evil brew

 

Aunt Agnes dressed in black

Softly remarks

"Last time I'll ever drink this stuff"

As you guessed

A dog howls at the moon

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Blighted The World

Another one written for the wonderful 

Dave Flagman 

Blighted The World

 

You spent days in the maze going all ways

Hyped you typed the words to the latest craze

What a pretender you can never surrender

Through the door the Minotaur the game-ender

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

 

The rat runs from the cat chases the cheese

When you are homeless you do as you please

You served your time and you did no crime

Except for obeying orders and marching in line

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

 

They are gentrifying Harlem way uptown

The orders are given from the banks on down

While the disheveled veteran sleeps on a grate

Mass production it’s hard to function with hate

 

LSD slips in his juice

He is free fabulously loose

He chases the dragon today

Tomorrow is the time to pay

Tomorrow and what more

Enter the Minotaur

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world

 

In that fatal moment when insanity becomes real

You cannot repent or even see the total deal

And with open eyes you realize Babylon

With trembling lips time slips and all is gone

 

Scorned by your girl

So you blighted the world

The whore of the Minotaur

So you blighted the world 

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