DEEP IN YOUR MIND
COLLIDING FORCES.. SEARCHING FOR.
A HIDDEN SANCTUARY..TO REVIEW YOUR THOUGHTS.
AWAY FROM THE ANGER..AWAY FROM THE PAIN.
AWAY FROM THE TEMPTATIONS..SOMEWHERE TO BE ALONE.
TO MANY TIMES..AS WE DRIFT INTO SPACE.
NO ONE CAN FIND US..LOST WITHOUT A TRACE.
DAILY PRESSURES..THAT BOIL OVER AND FESTER.
LEAVE US EXHAUSTED..VOID OF SEEKING PLEASURES.
ATTEMPTING TO FIND..THAT PLACE IN THE SUN.
WHERE ALL IS FORGIVES..A NEW DAY BEGUN.
DON’T BE TEMPTED..THAT PLACE DOES NOT EXIST.
FACE REALITY..PAY FOR YOUR DEEDS.
SEARCHING AND SEARCHING..YOU’LL NEVER FIND.
THE REFUGE AVAILABLE..IS DEEP IN YOUR MIND.
Seeking the meaning, For a senseless Mental Constipation Controlled by the thoughts.
Of a forbidden intoxication.
Lost in a void, Experiencing a total spiritual contamination. Standing at the altar.
Awaiting a complete revelation.
Obsessed by your desire, To fulfill your intention of a secret temptation. Unable to perform.
Can’t complete a simple fornication.
Condemned by your past, In need of a emotional resuscitation.
Looking for relief.
Searching for constant medication.
Morally bankrupt, Uncontrollable procrastination.
Attempting to prevent.
A Premature Emotional Ejaculation.
Total remorse, Consumed by an illicit infatuation.
Searching for relief.
Considering complete isolation.
Confined to your mind, In need of spiritual inspiration.
Attempting to prevent.
Your total annihilation.
To seek a sanctuary, That is void of exploitation.
Attempting to resolve.
Your MENTAL CONSTIPATION.
MASTER OF SORROW
OH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN.
OH MASTER OF SORROW.
SEARCHING FOR VICTIMS.
MOST SURRENDER MEEKLY.
A FEW GET AWAY.
MASTER OH MASTER.
I KNOW WHAT YOU SEEK.
OF MINDS THAT ARE WEAK.
ANNIHILATING THEIR THOUGHTS.
DEPRIVING THEM FROM GIVING.
YOU’RE THE SCOURGE OF THE EARTH.
RESPONSIBLE FOR THOSE THAT WANT TO STOP LIVING.
TO ALL THE FALSE PROPHETS.
BE DEFINETLY AFRAID.
HE’LL HAUNT YOU FOREVER.
UNTIL YOUR DUES ARE PAID.
THE ONLY IMMUNITY.
FROM OH MASTER OF SORROW.
IS TO EXCEL TODAY.
AND ACHEIEVE MORE TOMMOROW.
MUSIC THAT SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEAST
A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE.
FROM THE “MET” TO THE “STREET”.
MUSIC THAT EXCITES AND DELIGHTS US.
LIKE A CONSTANT DRUM BEAT.
GOING TO THE BROOKLYN PARAMOINT.
TO FULFILL OuR MUSIC NEEDS.
ROCK’IN ROLL SHOWS HOSTED BY.
THE ONE AND ONLY ALAN FREED.
Gloria by the Cadillac’s
Dry humping at the Friday nite dances.
Listening to earth Angel.
While at the drive-in, doing a little romancing.
IT’S NO MORE DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL.
WHEN YOU GET UP WITH YOUR DAUGHTER TO SWIRL.
ITS NOW the ALL TIME FAVORITE.
BY THE TEMPTATIONS, “MY Girl”.
There was a time many years ago.
When the music temporarily died.
Buddy holly, Richie valen’s & the big bopper.
Are now appearing on that big stage in the sky.
Then there was the chambers brothers.
With a 60”S favorite “time”.
Or how about johnny cash’s
50’s favorite “walk the line”
Or bobby z’s version which he sang at the nco club at fort bliss
In 1963 and 64
I keep my pants up with a piece if twine
I keep my eyes open all the time.
Because of you, I’d walk the line.
Because your mine, please pull the twine.
Music that excites you.
Makes you want to dance.
Music very special.
To help you when romancing.
Maybe it was “jerry lee lewis”.
Who left you rock’in and reel’in.
Or was it the righteous brothers.
With the greatest song ever ”you lost that loving feeling”.
Johnny ray, singing “that little white cloud that cried”.
The young rascals and the four tops had no flaws.
Janis Joplin & big brother and the holding company.
Bobby fuller singing “I fought the law”.
May have been jackie Wilson.
Causing the crowds to roar.
Or was it bobby Dylan.
Doing “knock’in on heaven’s door.
Danc’in to the slow ones.
Will always in our minds remain.
To another old time favorite.
The knockouts doing “darling Lorraine”.
From George thorogood with “bad to the bone”.
To elvis doing “blue suede shoes”.
Or how about screaming jay Hawkins with “I put a spell on you”.
And of course bb king signing the blues.
Whenever on the dance floor.
We always held her tight.
Especially when dancing to.
“in the still of the night:.
Words that leave you.
And sounds so gentle and sweet.
Music that arouses you.
Makes you jump to your feet.
How about the Beatles.
Doing sgt. Peppers lonely Hearts Band.
Or maybe joe cocker.
Doing a little help from my friends.
Or could it have been robert palmer singing.
“”doctor—doctor give me the cure”
I got a bad case of lov’in you.
Jersey city’s own, the Dupree’s.
With the classic “you belong to me”/
Or maybe the young rascals.
doing “people got to be free”.
From “rock around the clock” to “Johnny be good.”
May it never cease.
Music thru the ages.
Has “soothed the savage beast”.
Now that we have taken.
A stroll down memory lane.
Music tells a story.
Sounds that shall forever remain.
THE JUNK YARD DOG
He awakes at dawn all alone---ready for his day.
He was left one night in a burlap bag---by someone who drove away.
He’s surrounded by a awful smell—known better as urban decay.
He makes his rounds & looks for food---that someone has thrown away.
He’s not afraid of anyone----as he stands guard over his vast urban domain.
He never looks for trouble but mess with him---and you’ll definitely feel his pain.
He has no one to make his bed----he’s just a castaway.
He’s kind of scruffy with matted hair----and a bath he hasn’t seen for many a day.
He’s always on constant patrol---of vacant bldg’s and junkyard’s along the way.
He never reports to anyone----and he never gets paid.
He has no one to comfort him----or teach him to obey.
He’s always on his own & never questions why---just goes on his way.
He’s feared by many yet loved by few----and respected by his peers.
He’s been known at night to bring to their knees----many a man & fill them with fear.
He’s a pupil of the streets----and like so many others.
He never cared to know his father---not enough time to know his mother.
He’s probably from somewhere over---on the wrong side of the tracks.
He doesn’t let it bother him----cause he’s never going back.
He’s product of days gone by----him and his urban frontier.
He’s a American hero whose vast domain---is slowly beginning to disappear.
Deep inside , My exiled soul.
I’m a prisoner of my own torment.
It’s a costly toll.
Chained to the memories, Of times gone bad.
A self-imposed solitary.
To reflect and be sad.
To be free of these chains, I must forget the past.
Release me from this bondage.
Is all I ask.
I’ve served my sentence, Only ask to be free.
To resume my life.
And return to being me.
WILL IT EVER END
WILL IT EVER END..THAT BURNING DESIRE.
TO SEEK REVENGE..AND SLOWLY EXTINGUISH THE FIRE.
WILL IT EVER END..WILL I EVER BE AT PEACE.
LOST IN THE PAST..WILL THE PAIN EVER CEASE.
WILL IT EVER END..THE ANGER AND RAGE.
I LOST MY CHILDHOOD..AT A VERY EARLY AGE.
WILL IT EVER END..THE MEMORIES OF HATE.
ABUSED AS A CHILD..WILL I EVER KNOW MY FATE.
WILL IT EVER END..I PAID A TERRIBLE PRICE.
THE EXTRA BURDEN..PLACED ON ME FOR LIFE.
WILL IT EVER END..THE CONSTANT YEARNING INSIDE.
TO ACHIEVE WHAT HE DIDN’T..YET PUT ALL MY ANGER ASIDE.
WILL IT EVER END..WILL I EVER FINALLY BE ALLOWED TO BE FREE.
TO POSSIBLY RETURN..TO WHOEVER IS ME.
THE SKY IS CRYING
THE SKY IS CRYING---ARE WE FINALLY DONE.
THE WORLD IS ON FIRE---NO WHERE TO RUN
TOTAL DISRESPECT---OF WHAT WE HAVE BEEN DEALT.
MOTHER NATURE IS UPSET---TIME FOR THE PAIN TO BE FELT.
EARTH QUAKES AND TUSAMI’S---ARE NOW ALL THE RAGE.
THE SUN REFUSES TO SHINE---NO TIME TO TURN TO A NEW PAGE.
OVER POPULATION---3RD WORLD COUNTRIES HUNGER RULES.
ISLAMIC TERROIST’S PREVAIL---GOVERNMENTS CONTROLLED BY FOOLS.
THE SKY IS NOW CRYING---ITS MUCH TOO LATE TO RUN.
THE ANTI-CHRISTSILENTLY AWAITS.
WHILE THE MASSES AWAIT THE APPEARANCE OF THE CHOOSEN ONE.