EVA

These little blue pills,
They cure all my ills,
There’s one for every occasion.

One makes me manly,
One tastes just like candy,
One makes everything amazin’!

Every little blue pill,
Just can’t get my fill,
Each one just adds to the cravin’.

One gets a good grade,
One makes me get laid,
And one makes my everything heaven.

Radio Songs

The radio sings ‘que cera, cera’
And I believe what ever will be will be.
Every moment with you is forever,
And forever is an eternity.

The radio sings about ‘time in a bottle’
And I wish that I could capture every moment.
I would cherish, and love, and coddle,
Every minute if I could own it.

The radio sings ‘you look wonderful tonight’
And I smile because it’s true.
I know that everything will be all right,
Every moment that I spend with you.

The radio sings of roses and thorns
And I cringe as I turn the song down,
Because I know what everyone warns.
Still I kiss you, and you chase away my frown.

Protest Song

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse One:
Not trying to be high all of the day,
But I get stressed out and like to roll a J.
So kick back with me, share a glass of wine,
You sip yours and I’ll smoke mine.

This is my song about fighting the good fight.
My little tool to try and make things fit right.
I do what I can with all that I’ve got,
I live my life and I smoke my pot!

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse Two:
It occurs to me that this war is a waste,
A contrived evil villain to save political face.
Look at the numbers, then look at the facts,
Think of the money one could earn from a tax.

Some think this war is a slippery slope,
Legalize it and they’ll be babies on dope.
But babies aren’t drinkin, or puffin on smokes,
And if smack was legal you wouldn’t line up for a poke.

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse Three:
Put the children through school, set up programs for rehab.
Spend the money how you like so you don’t have to feel bad.
God gave to us the power to choose,
It’s my choice to sin, it’s my choice to use.

If you take that from me then your trying to play God.
Do you walk around with His scepter and His rod.
Sip on your wine, have your communion as you choose,
We’ll both talk with God; I’ll smoke and you’ll booze.

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Paths

The poets life is noble, true.
But there is so much more that you can do.
And yet with twisted satisfaction,
You write your fears, and your reactions.
Why must you choose the Frosted path?
Why must you throw out the baby with the bath
Water? It’s not life and death, it’s not
The end of the world. All lives are wrought
With choices made. And sometimes it’s glen,
Or forest, or glade. I don’t know when
But being different chose you.
You can’t deny you’re different too.
So write volumes, and books, and verse,
And publish so you can fill your purse.
Block out the world that says you can’t,
You won’t, you shouldn’t, you shan’t.
Embrace emotion, embrace the light.
Embrace the dark and moonless night.
But be prepared for harder times.
Be prepared for well-fare lines.
Be prepared to starve and suffer,
Be prepared to loose a lover.
It’s in all of this you shall find peace.
You’ll rise above the world beneath.
Work hard, young one, Keep your eye on the prize.
Don’t forsake the hellos and good-byes.
Write your fears, expose the real you
For the honest life is the most noble too.

The Flat in London

Come ‘round to the back door,
She said with a grin.
If you wiggle the latch right
You can let yourself in.
Let me just freshen up
I’ll be down in a jiff.
So I sat down and rolled us
A note worthy spliff.

The room got all cloudy
As I started to smoke.
And I found my self drifting
In thought with each toke.
How long had it been
Since the front door had broken?
Then I remembered that spring
And the words she had spoken.

I had been on vacation
And she was as well.
We had just broken up
But I’m not one to dwell.
So away to the desert
To make up my mind
I knew she was angry
But I was feeling confined.

I returned home to find
That her place was abandoned
Not a note, not a word
So I left empty handed.
Days later she called
I knew something was wrong
Her always singing voice
Was missing it’s song.

Some jerk kicked the door in.
It’s been broken for days.
I called the repair man
But there is nothing he can do.
He reset the hinges
The best that he could.
I’ve missed you so much
I think that we should.

So on my next visit
I climbed through the window.
It worked for a while
But felt like the limbo.
Then she remembered the back door
And we greased up the hinges.
It was creaky at first
But easier on the appendages.

So that’s how it was
Each time that I’d call.
I stopped even knocking
On the front door at all.
Once in a while
She would ask me to try,
I’d put on my gloves
And the front door I’d pry.

Each time that I tried
I would fear for my life,
But love makes you do anything
For the one that could be your wife.
She would call the repair man
When the door came undone.
And I’d wait at the back door
In the rain and the sun.

Spring Break 2000! San Dimas High School Football Rules!

So it's spring break, I'm avoiding homework and I haven't posted in a long long long time. I swear I've been studying. Many stories to come, as soon as I find the motivation.