Peer Pressure

Since you were plucked out of the womb
until you sleep beneath your tomb
you’re taught to play it safe
to watch your step
to stay in line

I’ve not been on this Earth too long
but I am told I do things wrong
I hit the bottle; Hit the bong;
don’t worry friends
I’ll be just fine

Sometimes the very thought of those
who try so, to keep clean their nose
it makes me almost damn near cry
I wonder why
I wonder why,

What do these poor and misled morons
spread their wings and hope to soar on
He who doesn’t risk will never
get to drink champagne;

They say that rash and reckless deeds
will make your future go to seed
but where am I without my exploits?
Frankly, I would go insane

Do as you please
I’m on my knees
I cannot bear to watch you dance
with anger, malice, and frustration
just ‘cos you won’t take a chance

But you’re not swaying
so all I’m saying
Is that instead of asking why
some choose to live life on the edges
you should give that life a try...



Dirge of Debris

Particles of dust and sand
are strewn across the open land
Buffeted by winds divine
they are not but pawns of Time
Maybe hither, maybe yon
pause a moment, then begone

No control of where you land
tiny specks of dust and sand
P’raps you specks will sink and seep
into the Ocean; dark and deep
You will surpass many’s dreams
while sett’ling into Gaia’s seams
Maybe hither, maybe yon
pause a moment, then begone

Rather than the Ample Fountain
you may climb the tallest mountain
Putting shame to mountain goat
you have no need for fur or coat
And you might find, if you had eyes
the view would take you by surprise
Maybe hither, maybe yon
pause a moment, then begone

Perchance instead of hill or pool
you’ll come to rest in shade and cool
Beneath the bowing limbs of trees
you can relax with utmost ease
As woodland creatures scurry round
you lull serenely on the ground
Maybe hither, maybe yon
pause a moment, then begone

For all the places you will jaunt
for all the corners you will haunt
For all the things that you may see
traveling, raveling, ever free
I envy you; your Shapeless Wings
here I am bound, by ironclad strings...

two OK poems i did...

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BE A PIRATE!

The church is near, but the road is icy.
The bar is far away, but I will walk carefully...
-Russian Proverb