THe NotebOOk
Saturday, September 20, 2008
  adelaide

the white cursor blinks
on my mind is a stage
all performers alight
they're a hit, it's a rage
come in ringing the bell
knowing we've got it made
sing the chorus so full
"Adelaide, Adelaide"

Adelaide make your mark
with the world on a string
pull the tether so tight
to destroy others dreams
and their lives not to own
but to you they're for sale
Adelaide, you're a product of we

all is red, black, and white
brown and yellow make green
come to play in the attic
never will make a scene
cut the action, take six
miss the point in the fade
zone a mark, it's for failure
Adelaide, Adelaide
 
Thursday, September 11, 2008
 

scantily-clad in accessory
filling the lines with hipocracy
the color it makes only fakes the shape
marking time in the parking lot
order it up with a double-shot
we engulf the world we won't escape

if this is life
then let me out
tug on the strings
untie the knot
keeping us scared
so we won't look
the life they make
will fall apart
 
poetry, song, and simple words that may never make it off of the writers page and into the world

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