Don’t let the freedom of America become a lost idea, a memory.
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Poetry
CRICKETS AND COWBELLS
Crickets and Cowbells is the closest I will probably ever get to writing lyrics for a country song.
I intended a dark Stephen King-like play on twisting perspectives. The first half of which would have you believe it were lyrics to a country song about young love...two young lovers enjoying a sunny summer day in the country.
The chorus gives the first hint of the reality of the scene portrayed.
They may have been two young lovers, but in the second half of the song, you learn they would only wish they were enjoying a sunny summer day in the country.
KEEP YOUR PROMISE
“Wrapped by your mother, given on your birthday, you are a gift to the world...
keep your promise.”
— rAveNswAn
IN TIME YOU WILL FIND ME
Started off with some George Carlin-like fun ended with words within words.
ADAEDA
In my thus far pathetic efforts to learn to play guitar, I came across a series of guitar chords, A, D, A, E, D and A, that form a basic blues guitar riff.
To me, it sounded like a woman's name, Adaeda, and naturally, as it was inspired by a riff, she has the blues.
FORTUITOUS FOR TWO OF US
Inspired by just another play on words...similar to "...'til ravens wane." and "'...til rAveNswAn," "Forlorn for Lauren" or "Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya."
I like finding words you can almost lay over each other and in a twisted and muffled way, they sound the same.
PLEASE SHOW ME YOUR WINGS
Two thought threads were sewn together to come up with this one. First, the concept of someone being "saved" by another, thus assuming the other to be an angel, then longing for proof.
The second thread, the cable downing Hell's elevator, manned by none other than Dante Alighieri.
Birden the albatross carries peoples' problems in a sack on his back. The load is heavy and he needs some help.
He tries to enlist help from many other birds he encounters, including a carrier pigeon and a carrion crow, but none will help him carry.
Finally, he receives a message from a man who wants his problem back. The man realized he needs to take responsibility for it, consequently lightening Birden's load.
(Akin to an Aesop's Fable)
I’ve got no fight in me left
My song began with a “Trouble” Clef
But now it ends here with this rope…
Here with this rope around my neck
Not even a rope can save me
The story of my life
Is old noose now
No, not even a rope can save me
Unless…
Yours is not of logic or reason
On the backside of sanity
Your position stands
Yours is not of logic or reason
But agendas peppered in chaos
Committing scheming acts of lawless treason
As but a puppet to globalist hands
Auntie Fay
What in the world are you burning
Auntie Fay
Your action’s beyond disconcerting
To start your fire
Said you had gotten free wood
Not the wood for free
As assumed understood
Not the wood for free
But in fact, it’s free wood
From the Liberty Tree
And you’re up to no good
Don’t be an armchair patriot
Shouting at the TV
Watching America get attacked
Time to keep this country
Before we have to take it back
It’s time to stand
It’s time to act
Like telling the leaves
To hold on to Fall
To spare them from
The fire and rake
Why bother telling them at all
Compelled to take their leap of faith
Say no to fading fields of blue
Pay Attention
If you’re not paying attention,
Who’re you paying?
You’re always paying someone
In this game we’re playing
Called life
But no
It’s not by Milton Bradley
So don’t be such a game piece
Make your own moves
Roll your own dice
Don’t pay for life blindly
I’m just waiting
For the lightning to strike
Hear the clap of thunder
And I just might
Ride my horse into the rain
Like a banshee, scream
I’d call out your name
But you would not hear
Think I know
No, I know
I fear
You had waited
For the lightning to strike
Heard the clap of thunder
Rode your horse into the rain
You rode away
You made your way
Far, far away
So you could not hear me call your name