Poetry and Music and a lil' Art

No... Really... For Real, Though

2010-01-21T18:51:00.005-06:00

For God Sake let me break away from this place. We got these wack neighbors across the street. I could spit and hit one of them dead in the head. These folk's are in the yard chatting it up with street walkers. The stupid-head oldest kid is banging on the freaking drums into the evening and night. It's always something with these fools.

I just peeked out the door to verify what was going on before I called the police. Low and behold, about 10 to 12 teenage boys come pouring out the door and onto the streets. It was sad. Now only old people and families live on this road. I can't in good conscious call the "people" across the street a "family."

The wife has a so-called heart condition and is always leaving the husband and coming back, fighting and fussing, moving out, and coming back. The Husband is a mildly retarded looking man. You know, how down syndrome babies look... like Trig, Palin's kid. Supposedly, he sells meth to the locals (As shouted out for all to hear by his oldest boy). He, the father, is always trying to cut down every tree in his yard and trim the brush. But don't no body want to see these people. Believe me... none of us want to see them. But trim away he goes. Now every thing that they do, we can witness and listen in on. Thank God they have walls up on the house and don't feel the need to make them transparent. They seem to want attention.

The fool kid on the drums can't play worth a damn. If would be oh so different if he were good, but it's just the same rapid-fire nail gun crap over and over again. It's like being on a military artillery base. Stink-to-the-eeee! All day long, the same crap over and over. I'm telling you it is terrible. I want to kill the maker of the double-bass pedal and whatever cookie sheet/frying pan manufacturer sold that kid that skillet he calls a cymbal.

This is the same fool that was dating a two front-teeth missing floozy from his high school who was most likely one of those slow kids who had been held back at least twice. I am talking low to the floor self esteem. God only knows what she was willing and... a-hum, able to do for "him."

But here I am sitting and waiting for the police to come and issue some citations. I hope the hell they tell them they have to go and rent a facility to practice. I hope like heck they tell them that they can not loiter.

And as I write... I just get in from talking to the police. What do they do? They do absolutely nothing. The officer tells me he has to catch them in the act of making loud noise. They can't issue them a citation for a report of noise. What a freaking joke. Mary is staying at school to finish her lesson plans. That is a good idea, because these fools are not going to stop. It's like I Am Legend's INFECTED or Bill Clinton or Sarah Palin. AAGGHHHHGGGGG!!!

And that is what I have to write about...

So the lyric or poetry part...

Gotdang it's jacked
in this rat a tat town of crap
gotta get the getting going so my head don't decap
been fooling round long enough
to say what the chuck
hit the road don't be long
start to say double up

the world's a changing
standard's low, yeah they low to the flo
what use to be unaccepted is now accept-able
bull is no longer bunk
yes is no longer no
my head been spinning
for a while and I don't want to let go

how the rent's getting paid
and the stupid getting by lying
and the dealers slipping game
and the earnest keep trying
and Lord knows I ain't running
so I better try flying
my wings need a little stretching
and it's the sky that I'm eyeing

Gonna gonna go
yeah ya know
yeah ya know
Gonna gonna go
Steal the show
Steal the show
Gonna gonna go
make it plain
make it plain
gonna gonna go
claim the game

Thought everything was changing
hope and belief no more straining
2000-10 all up-ended
but it seems I'm offended
can't quite imagine my future
my brain could get a lot looser
make me wanna try what I use'to
dope and drank the drunk juicer

But turning back just ain't it
gotta find a new lick
all the traps and the tricks
get a beat down with a stick
I gotta pray to stay able
accept the crumbs from the table
ask the good Lord to enable
me to get put where I'm stable

So gotdang this rat-a-tat town
got me down, way way down
but the ropes can't hold me
I'm on my way up
the man counting to ten
put your fingers back up
raise your fist and unite
we getting stronger tonight
put your fist in the air
I'm coming out there

Gonna gonna go
yeah ya know
yeah ya know
Gonna gonna go
Steal the show
Steal the show
Gonna gonna go
make it plain
make it plain
gonna gonna go
claim the game

blessings~
Dang they got me hot!

Lord You Are King Lyrics Maryee

2009-11-25T13:08:00.000-06:00

Parable Sites

2009-07-06T12:42:00.003-05:00

Teacher Teller
&
SPIDERS

Check it out!

Blessings~

Stuck in an elevator with An old dying sweet millionaire with a suitcase full of money that no one else knows about.

2009-04-02T14:41:00.001-05:00

An old dying sweet millionaire with a suitcase full of money that no one else knows about.
He tells me to keep the suitcase. He also informs me that he was on his way to toss it over a bridge because he felt lead by a nagging spirit to do so. I respect his last dying wish and keep the case.

I use a very handy swiss army knife that I have on me to disessemble the escape hatch on the elevator. I escape. I then inform someone that he is in the elevator stuck and that I climbed out for help. Before we can get the doors to the elevator open, he has died. I attend his funeral where only five others had come. One tiny woman who was no taller than 3 feet, twins in their 80's from Coco, Florida, a rather robust gardener with an I-phone, the priest over seeing the services and me.

I'm On My Way Song lyrics

2009-03-31T18:17:00.004-05:00

People come and the people go
Sometimes stopping to share their woes
Times like these seem to go real slow
There they go

Some people say the best is yet to come
Place their wages; stepping out into the sun
Making some room to see their children run
The worry none

A man I saw on the street the other day
Held a sign that read “don’t look the other way”
And I thought time and time again why I should stay
I’m on my way

I’m on my way

(Refrain)
Can’t stop thinking about tomorrow
When today’s around me everywhere
What to do about tomorrow
Sometimes I just don’t care

My momma told me there’d be days like this
She also said that I should never rest
Doing all I could to make a difference
To try to bless

don't curse just bless

(Refrain)
I’m on my way
I’m on my way

Can’t stop thinking about tomorrow
When today’s around me everywhere
What to do about tomorrow
Sometimes it’s almost clear

Written 3/31/2009 6:05pm jaevans

I could eat nothing but penna pasta with chicken for a year

2009-03-30T11:29:00.001-05:00

If I could eat one type of cuisine for a year it would be Italian. It is colorful, full of different textures, and reheatable.

Futurama's Best Episode

2009-03-15T21:20:00.001-05:00

Not original work of ours, but definitely something I want to share as a fan of the show from back in the day...

http://www.futuramay.com/the-luck-of-the-fryrish/

We Can Find Our Way

2009-03-14T23:16:00.004-05:00

Song Lyrics rolling in my head tonight...

On a trip we find ourselves
floating calmly
seas are nice and full of hope
day is lovely

no where do we see a storm
clouds are long gone
all that's on our minds today
open ocean

We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy yeah
We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy

Had a drink or two or three
feeling frisky
please don't rock the boat you see
it is risky

oops there goes the oar my dear
but that's alright
everything's OK in here
there's still day light

We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy yeah
We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy

(bridge)
Don't eat those bananas
don't look to good
try everything else in the basket

The day she is lovely
we disappear
let it please last we are asking

third verse

There's the land so clear a-ha
we are so near
Almost wished it'd never ends
we had fun dear

Let us stroll upon the shore
hold the hands tight
sit and take in the moon's glow
feeling just right

We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy yeah
We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy

We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy yeah
We can find our way back to the shore
we can find our waaayyyy

Find our way
Find our way
find our way
find our way

blessings~

2009 Black History Poem - Waco Poetry

2009-02-21T14:34:00.004-06:00

My aunt Alice called today wanting me and my sister to read a poem at Church tomorrow for their BHM program. So, I sat down and wrote this today.

The 2009 Poem
“The remembrance originated in 1926 by historian Carter G. Woodson as "Negro History Week"[citation needed]. Woodson chose the second week of February because it marked the birthdays of two Americans who greatly influenced the lives and social condition of African Americans: former President Abraham Lincoln and abolitionist and former slave Frederick Douglass. Woodson also founded the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History, now the Association for the Study of African American Life and History.”

“When the tradition of Black History Month was started in the US, many in mainstream academia had barely begun to explore black history. At that point, most representation of blacks in history books was only in reference to the low social position they held as slaves and their descendants, with infrequent exceptions such as that of George Washington Carver. Black History Month is also referred to as African-American History Month. W.E.B. DuBois' 1935 work "Black Reconstruction" was an early work in history that pointed to black contributions.[1]
Part of the aim of Black History Month is to recognize significant contributions to society made by black slaves and how their history is integral to mainstream narratives.”

Quotes taken from Wikipedia.com

Poem/Prose

What can a slave create? In bondage, in those tight, damp, snug quarters
In that place where only hope can craft the enduring beauty of itself
A slave can create just about anything…
Anything of worth and anything of worthlessness

Free born long before someone wrapped my life up in tattered bonds
Bronzed, burnt, hinted, tinted, and tanned teaming along coastal shores
And rugged lands

Stretching out into the distant and future plans
Child, mother and earth sufficient man

And we are all sweat born blood bought brethren
Kings and paupers, slaves and masters, creators and destroyers
Proud and learn(ed), prideful and ignorant
Crippled and dependent, gifted and arrogant
Lazy or industrious… self-centered or sacrificing
Visionary and blinded, coursing onward as all are and will ever be

Free born to shed the shackles of “can’t, ain’t and won’t”
Free born to take the tiller of can, will, and do
Dancers and dunces alike
For less than 100 years the elite wanted light
Well stand elite and take flight
Anyone who witnesses will write
Black history is exploding in techno-color brightness
This is the time to rise
Don’t fight this
Wind song of whispered melodies
The outgrowth of a people’s harmony

The slave endured so that we are free
Once again to explore
God’s mysteries
Let him Master thee
400 years in the making of one masterpiece
You, your gift, your song, your light
You, your call, your work, your plight
And in the next 400 hundred years
They’ll write

Those slaves to credit, debt, and blight
Gave to us our inheritance, the might
To overcome the tides of life
And deliver a new nation holding tight
To the call of all who pass this way
The story of a people restored, making their way through discord
Fighting the enemy of greed
Never standing down the need
To repair the evil deeds
We’ve seen

Let history rejoice
Let our current call to duty
Prove no less worthy of the page
Let our works exceed in measure
Let our toil receive the grade
And let all those who came before us
Sing God’s praise
In one collective joyful voice,
Sing God’s praise

blessings~

New Dawn Anthem - Waco Poetry

2009-01-27T14:57:00.004-06:00

What is this gibberish
it's only hubris
it might be dubious
these words could be ridiculous
compounded deviance
and it ain't humorous
but I can see the damage
caused by what is ludicrous

Let's take back all that's good
clean up our neighborhoods
get rap and thugs up outta here
because they no damn good
stand up and don't get jacked
that preacher's Cadillac
done robbed us blind
with a slick beat
but people take it back

And every kid ain't nice
dark can be bright as light
just cause they're cheering
doesn't mean that rapper's rap is tight
if every body's yelling
to just go start rebelling
that's just a mob who hate their jobs
and lives are probably failing

Now that I said it twice
don't be the scarifice
that gets strung out and laughed about
and loses most ya' life
look and see what is good
don't trust the neighborhood
to teach you right from wrong
they want you slintered like old wood

(chorus)

if I could say a thing or two to
my young youth
it'd be
"be good"
If I could say a thing or two to
my young youth
it'd be
"love good"

tricky, clever, evil words are fantastically absurd
and a wicked rocking beat it ain't worth the price to eat
if it's looking rather crazy and it's sounding rather lazy
flee the atmosphere of lusty dust cause the devil's games are hazy
get up outta there

free your ears and save your selves... plug into something
positive and save yourself

(Verse Two)

So cheer up in those hoods
and do the work you should
they'll live the life but it won't last
but yours will turn out good
Develop all your skills
your gifts, your mind your will
leave legacies that in the future
people read of still

Know truth is always right
yo' snitch you really light
exposing wrong behavior, foolish choice
and all that creates jacked up blight
put your hand in the air
and stand and just declare
you are the antidote to problems
cause you want it fair

Keep at it sons and daughters
even if there're no fathers
rebuild a nation one by one
and let us old folks holla
Well you done done us proud
we will say very loud
we will embrace you and we'll thank you
we people all around

(chorus)
if I could say a thing or two to
my young youth
it'd be
"be good"
If I could say a thing or two to
my young youth
it'd be
"love good"

These Thugs have got to go... Need more folks like SPEECH and Lauryn... Will the real talented progressive writers and lyricists please take heart and get out there!!! No more embarrassing folk on the mic!!!

Let It Ring - Black History Waco Poetry

2009-01-26T00:51:00.002-06:00

And those tiny black and pink flecks
littering a tiny desk
finding places on pint sized blue jeans
and upon earth colored carpeted floors
are they signs of starting over
of beginning anew
of dusting one's self off

oft times we forget that the past
comes trailing along
like the distinct smell of childhood
the remembrance of what it felt like to be
wide open and naive to the world
and the self and the other
continuations drawn out like hieroglyphics

and the lights were off because now we know
that the glow is as a horizon of heavy breathing and hope
the shoulders have fallen in relief
though the levee still is breached
and angels wail while others writhe
and love has pulled and tugged the tide
with lunar essence undefined

The gathering throngs of humanness
the swelling pride of hubris
the shackled minds of betrayed faith
and God is full yet of all grace
the turns and twists and storied plight
the bold new day a nation's blight
in one grand glorious vote of might we're staid

From one there are many reaffirmed
from one there are many scorned and burned
as history has a song of joy she sings of pain
let not it go that we no less shall suffer
each and every test, no not one shall be exclude
the strain; it is the people's time
let it ring; from every voice in time let it ring

There Are The Lies - Waco Poetry

2009-01-05T12:52:00.001-06:00

Everywhere there is need met
embraced and kissed with wet dew-weighed abundance
there are those heedless do not see this
blinded by sheer paranoiac tribal ways

Store houses replace the vineyards
muddy swollen feet and hands in pockets traipse back and forth
partitions are erected high and broad
keeping skeptics at arms length away

There is a knowing stubbornly afoot
whispering the way to find the sultry crafted cage
identifying what has kept you captive
tugging at the bonds to be let free

jaevans 1pm 1/5/09

So Serious - Family Poetry

2009-01-03T13:55:00.002-06:00

Is it cuz you might go delirious?

Yo, I'm Tryin' to be strong...cuz I'm the king of my throne.

Rite now don't got no home to call my own.

Fam be holl'n at me, but I won't pick up the fon.

But the fon was there for you to use back then when I needed a friend. I could have reached out too, but I guess I didn't know what to do.

Rite now I need someone to xplain this pain. It's makin' me insane. Thoughts used 2B clear, now I can hardly hear.

What you say Ni**a! Oh, I guess you think I just figga that my soul gets darker while my heart just swirls in a saucer.

And this world it be movin' 2fass for me sometimes and sometimes I have to remind myself, I can RUN FAST! I CAN RUN REALLLL FAST.

So if I have to take a cut to get this n to turn n2 a U, I guess that's what a playa got 2do. It's takes work 2B serious...it's that kind of fear we put in us. Justice never ever meant Just-US!

So don't think I'm hatin'

I'm tryin' to get my life a lil str8n

Out of my box and N2 the circle that keeps me goin' round and round and round and round and if I get too dizzy...I just might fall down. But never will I be so serious.

Original piece Written by Maryee
1:39 pm today