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Over the edge
Is where they’ve pushed
My patience and my sanity
Try to force us to accept
Their attacks against humanity
Steal elections
In their efforts to steal
Our rights
Our freedom
Our industrious zeal
After years of suffering
Your bullshit
Says America
Let me tell you how I feel…
Having cleared the woods
Lost
I’ve stumbled unto
A plot of land
A bone garden
Tombstones
In full bloom
America is the main character and narrator in this Poe-m, and the arms it finds itself in in the end are back into Freedom’s.
Woke up this morning with this concept for.a children’s story….
…As their mom can attestThey’ve been put to the testTheir first aerial questTheir first flight from the nest “Flap your wingsLittle thingsGive it all of your best!” Calls the motherOf Hamish and Hanley…Children’s Stories by Ron Swan
Yin’s Dark And Scary Story
and
Yang’s Not So Dark But Scary Story
Hey ForBiden Fruit SpiderSpinning realityInto your web of liesBut you’re not hungryFor bugs or fliesYou want my moneyYou want my gunsYou want my freedom, my voice, my sons…But you
You’ll never amount
To the dust of diamonds
Need to fly straight
But you swerve more
Than the winding river bends
Regret’s the only destination
Where that river ends
Every day you spend with her
You live knowing
She deserves better
But you won’t let her go
More wrong that you’ll ever know…
…I should have known
When we first met
She picked me up
I’d won the bet
As I got in
And sat beside her
I saw her car
It was a Spyder
Now it’s as dark
As darkness gets
She spins me
From her spinnerets
Who:
What:
When:
Where:
Why:
Life
Blooming
It’s as good as it gets
Finding love
Blooming
In the land of a million sunsets
In the land of a million sunsets
What I’ve found
Blooming
It’s the most life lets
Finding love
Blooming
In the land of a million sunsets
In the land of a million sunsets…
Don’t want to hold you down
Like the laces of an umbrella
Meant to tie it when it’s down
Tie it up to hold it down
Gonna hold you up, not hold you up
Just want to hold you up
Let your wings open wide
Meant to fly
Not tied down
Fly high in the sky
Not tied
Completely unbound
To let you fly
I only want to let you fly
I only want to hold you up, to let you fly
I share with you a sad, sad story. The sad, sad story of Handsstill and Regrettel…
We…
Hold these truths
To be self-evident
They…
Withhold all truths
To fit their narrative
We’re…
Live and let live
Don’t tread on me
They’re…
Take and no give
What’s yours belongs to me
They flip that story
Handy
But their witches house
Is made of candy
The Handsstill’s and Regrettel’s
Think it’s all dandy
All fat and happy in their cages
While the world around them rages….
Step
Don’t step
Do
Don’t do
I’ll be me
You do you
A choice to make
A choice for you
But not for time
I’m at war with my peripheral vision,
How much are you willing to pay for freedom?
Don’t let the freedom of America become a lost idea, a memory.
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
