Monday, March 17, 2014
****C.C. Rocker****: Sins of a Modern Wife
****C.C. Rocker****: Sins of a Modern Wife: To lay your head down, Night after night, in wonder- Did you check his phone, his texts ? His facebook, his ex? Where does that man go, ...
Thursday, March 13, 2014
****C.C. Rocker****: WORDS,WORDS,WORDS
****C.C. Rocker****: WORDS,WORDS,WORDS: SO MANY WORDS SPINNING THROUGH MY MIND, WORDS OF THOUGHT, ENTWINED AND UN-BROKEN. LOVING AND GENTLE, CRUEL AND UNKIND, THOUGHTS TURN TO ...
WORDS,WORDS,WORDS
SO MANY WORDS SPINNING THROUGH MY MIND,
WORDS OF THOUGHT, ENTWINED AND UN-BROKEN.
LOVING AND GENTLE, CRUEL AND UNKIND,
THOUGHTS TURN TO WORDS, NEVER TO BE SPOKEN.
WORDS DELIGHTFUL, TWIRL LING, AND COVERED IN LACE,
SACRED TIDINGS, A BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET.
WORDS STUCK IN THOUGHT,SQUANDERED, AND LOST TO SPACE.
ONLY TO WROUGHT IN MY UN-WRITTEN DECAY.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
I Love Living in the City
Pop,pop,pop,
could be gunshots.
Maybe a wife finally fed up-
or fireworks covering the sky
in multi colored dots for you and I.
I hear the Tigers zooming around,
and the helicopter taking it's view on the town.
In the City there is always something going down.
Chances are it's another misguided clown.
Why is it always the clowns, big clowns, skinny clowns, blue clowns,
red clowns, black,white,yellow, brown clown, clowns, clowns.
what a site...
Humanity the Circus of Night.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Sins of a Modern Wife
To lay your head down,
Night after night, in wonder-
Did you check his phone, his texts ?
His facebook, his ex?
Where does that man go, when your not looking? To work?
maybe not- His dick in knot, at the corner Bar-
fucked but not caught.
That pay check you see, it's all a ruse-
as are the years spent,alone in your truce.
Your insecurity is a movie,made by perspective-
made of hopes and dreams, all lost , you defective.
Could have had it made, made in the shade.
But it's bright lights and fame, that's made you this way,
Your not what you seem, you seem what your not.
Just a dirty penny stuck in a slot-
You the bad cop, question his intention.
Now what to do with this man, your invention.
Dinner at six, your laid by ten-
Suspitions arise, and the torment begins.
You never sleep, with your need of men,
It's always been you , you the hoarder of sins.
Night after night, in wonder-
Did you check his phone, his texts ?
His facebook, his ex?
Where does that man go, when your not looking? To work?
maybe not- His dick in knot, at the corner Bar-
fucked but not caught.
That pay check you see, it's all a ruse-
as are the years spent,alone in your truce.
Your insecurity is a movie,made by perspective-
made of hopes and dreams, all lost , you defective.
Could have had it made, made in the shade.
But it's bright lights and fame, that's made you this way,
Your not what you seem, you seem what your not.
Just a dirty penny stuck in a slot-
You the bad cop, question his intention.
Now what to do with this man, your invention.
Dinner at six, your laid by ten-
Suspitions arise, and the torment begins.
You never sleep, with your need of men,
It's always been you , you the hoarder of sins.
Love To Death
My love could wish you away-
Like a ghoulish dog on meth.
A whore on a stool, She can sit that way,
I need you, I Love you to death.
Like a murder scene, rotting, no one can see-
You are dead, my love, red on my dress .
A serial killer, my love's dirty deed,
Now I'm all alone, my soul is a mess.
I cry, I scream, come back, come back-
A kiss a touch I deserve that much.
My heart is on fire, emotions turned black,
Your heart's in my clutch.
I meant no harm, I just Love You to Death.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Little Lost Lilly Pad
He trusts me with His Life-
Lyrics of pain floating though air.
Yet distrusts My truths, denies my strife-
With a skillet He cuts, couldn't find a knife.
Tea Parties and song-
Dancing to memories,far long gone.
Then in rhyme He beats, You don't belong,
With loyalty and love my heart wails on.
Demons come and Demons Go-
Demons shake and make your soul quake.
But there was one there, not down below.
Stories of woe, repeated for His sake.
Honesty,loyalty, and insanity roll-
I beg and plead hear my word and be told.
His mind is closed, and I don't have the toll.
What was will never be, friends of old.
Sad hearts of empathy-
I hold on like a lost mother.
You hold no sympathy,
Not for sister nor brother.
Time is quiet now-
The calm allowed in.
I nod my head and bow,
Lord, heal me as my love grows thin.
I worry now-
as I worried then.
Your life is what matters,
Who's cared and How.
C.C. Rocker
DAM
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Waiting for Shit
With Red Lips.
She Sits.
She Waits.
Other Women Compromise.
She Never Hesitates.
Why Settles For Less.
She Closes Her Eyes.
They Come.
They Go.
They Never Stay.
She'd Push Them Away.
A Mangled Mess.
A Tortured Soul.
Oh Fuck Her For Sure.
Just Don't Commit.
Sweaty And Limp.
Success And Goal.
No Excuse Needed.
She's Memorized It.
Now Her Hair Is A Mess.
Clothes In A Pile.
Horror In The Mirror.
Seed On Her Skin.
Everything's Much Clearer.
See's Herself Smile.
Eyes Of Grotesque Insanity.
They Will Never Win.
For The Love Of Humanity.
She Sits.
She Waits.
Other Women Compromise.
She Never Hesitates.
Why Settles For Less.
She Closes Her Eyes.
They Come.
They Go.
They Never Stay.
She'd Push Them Away.
Her Tainted Heart.
Her Personal Ghetto.
Won't Be Treated As Shit.A Mangled Mess.
A Tortured Soul.
Oh Fuck Her For Sure.
Just Don't Commit.
Sweaty And Limp.
Success And Goal.
No Excuse Needed.
She's Memorized It.
Now Her Hair Is A Mess.
Clothes In A Pile.
Horror In The Mirror.
Seed On Her Skin.
Everything's Much Clearer.
See's Herself Smile.
Eyes Of Grotesque Insanity.
They Will Never Win.
For The Love Of Humanity.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Kicking Rocks of Thought
Tossing my Mind down the Street-
Loosing all thoughts in this empty space.
One Tall glass of ice cold Meat-
Another lost soul loosing the Race.
I see the Sky, I see the Ground-
I can see the Forest through the Trees.
Looking for a Life, not to be found-
Searching for a Me that still believes.
Poems reaking of love-
Of joy to come.
In Search of an Idol I look above-
Begging in vain," I want some'.
Loosing all thoughts in this empty space.
One Tall glass of ice cold Meat-
Another lost soul loosing the Race.
I see the Sky, I see the Ground-
I can see the Forest through the Trees.
Looking for a Life, not to be found-
Searching for a Me that still believes.
Poems reaking of love-
Of joy to come.
In Search of an Idol I look above-
Begging in vain," I want some'.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Mother's Fire
A Mother's Fire
Kicking Her heart, down the Street-
Walking in time,
Keeping the Beat.
Screaming the Rhymers, Rhyme.
Her Soul's on Fire-
Her Beauty a Flame.
With the Head of a Liar,
He kills as He Mames.
Stuffing her Pain-
With nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain.
Her life a joke, it's all a ruse.
Her love under lock-
Her need is the Key,
She watches the Clock,
Knowing the Babies will see.
A Mother needs her Children-
Her children long for their Mother.
Damn the devil's Cauldron,
Her love is like no other.
A Mother's Sword-
A sharpened Blade.
Her Sheild cast by the Lord,
A Soldier is made.
Licking Her wounds-
She Fights the Fight,
With Children in Arms,
By the Mornings Light.
Kicking Her heart, down the Street-
Walking in time,
Keeping the Beat.
Screaming the Rhymers, Rhyme.
Her Soul's on Fire-
Her Beauty a Flame.
With the Head of a Liar,
He kills as He Mames.
Stuffing her Pain-
With nothing to lose,
Nothing to gain.
Her life a joke, it's all a ruse.
Her love under lock-
Her need is the Key,
She watches the Clock,
Knowing the Babies will see.
A Mother needs her Children-
Her children long for their Mother.
Damn the devil's Cauldron,
Her love is like no other.
A Mother's Sword-
A sharpened Blade.
Her Sheild cast by the Lord,
A Soldier is made.
Licking Her wounds-
She Fights the Fight,
With Children in Arms,
By the Mornings Light.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Just Remain Seated
JUST REMAIN SEATED--
THIS WON'T BE REPEATED--
SAVAGE HEARTS KNOW--
NO PAIN--
MAKE A MARK --
LEAVE A STAIN--
HOLD YOUR SOUL WHEN EMOTIONS ROLL--
THEY'LL PULL YOU UP--
TWIST YOU AROUND--
LIKE A TORNADO THEY'LL THROW YOU DOWN--
JUST REMAIN SEATED--
THAT'S WHAT THE PRIEST SAID--
AND HE KNOWS WHAT YOU NEED--
A BOTTLE OF BOOZE--
AND ONE MORE MED--
CAN YOU GET OUT OF BED?--
JUST REMAIN SEATED--
PICK A PEW IF YOU WOULD--
OH NO, THAT'S FOR THE FAITHFUL--
YOU MUST SIT WITH THE HATEFUL--
YOU KNOW THEM AND THEY YOU--
LEAVE YOUR GUN AT THE DOOR AND CRY NO MORE--
JUST REMAIN SEATED--
THE MAIN MAN IS HERE--
YOU JUST CAN'T SEE HIM--
THERE'S TO MUCH FEAR--
HE'S LOOKING AT YOU --
CRAWL UNDER THAT PEW--
I JUST REMAIN SEATED--
THERE IN THAT PEW--
HE SEES ME NOW--
LIKE HE ALWAYS KNEW--
KNEW MY FEAR--
KNEW MY HATE--
WITH EYES OF LIGHT --
HE DOES'NT HESITATE--
HE TOUCHES MY HAND--
AND I UNDERSTAND. C.C.ROCKER
Friday, January 17, 2014
BLOG- What Does it MEAN!
Blog
What does it mean?
Bullshit lines of goo?
About how I fell for the likes of you.
Bullshit love of gone.
Lesson learned
but the ghost lingers on.
Some people should come with warning tags.
I need a tag,"Handle with Care"
My heart sags,
with
Belief Love Overcomes goo.
Just as long as its' not you.
What does it mean?
Bullshit lines of goo?
About how I fell for the likes of you.
Bullshit love of gone.
Lesson learned
but the ghost lingers on.
Some people should come with warning tags.
I need a tag,"Handle with Care"
My heart sags,
with
Belief Love Overcomes goo.
Just as long as its' not you.
-C.C. Rocker
HELLO.....
That feeling of sadness--Of all over dread--Out of touch--Just in your head--Always here--Always near--Never fleeing--Never leaving--Good night,Good night--Hello, Hello--Hell--I’m awake. C.C. Rocker
Sprokette
Sprocket
I got a ride from a man, one step up onto his diesel I noticed theman with earrings, a shaved head, and red eyes. I am not sure I could call them earrings as they covered the entire of his ears, one right after the other. Not stopping nor yielding there. 2 steps up into his diesel truck, the rings as they are no longer of the ear but of the throat. Posts mainly, all of the different sizes and styles. A crocodile with his mouth wide open caught my eye for what would be the duration of the trip. And still the "rings"as they shall now be called, showered down his throat only to catch his collar bone. Alto, I screamed in thought, but the rings ran on. By the third and my final step up, down his arm the rings ran on only then did they stop at the tip of his middle finger. As I leaned up, from the seat now, casually yet determined--I found what I had known all along. Like twins--Like Xerox copies--the other side was the same. Too late to go back too early to see what was to come. I simply smiled at my pierced driver as the pedal hit the floor.
Horns, Horns, oh shit he has horns. Three to be exact. Sharp as needles. Could out an eye or kill a cockroach in a corner. But ride I did with the devils token in my hand and Sprocket at the wheel.
I arrived in Kentucky still luggage to bare. Sprocket dropped me off--I'll never know where. My landing was dirty,dust all over. I couldn't help but think was Dorthy in the corner.
C.C. Rocker...
I got a ride from a man, one step up onto his diesel I noticed theman with earrings, a shaved head, and red eyes. I am not sure I could call them earrings as they covered the entire of his ears, one right after the other. Not stopping nor yielding there. 2 steps up into his diesel truck, the rings as they are no longer of the ear but of the throat. Posts mainly, all of the different sizes and styles. A crocodile with his mouth wide open caught my eye for what would be the duration of the trip. And still the "rings"as they shall now be called, showered down his throat only to catch his collar bone. Alto, I screamed in thought, but the rings ran on. By the third and my final step up, down his arm the rings ran on only then did they stop at the tip of his middle finger. As I leaned up, from the seat now, casually yet determined--I found what I had known all along. Like twins--Like Xerox copies--the other side was the same. Too late to go back too early to see what was to come. I simply smiled at my pierced driver as the pedal hit the floor.
Horns, Horns, oh shit he has horns. Three to be exact. Sharp as needles. Could out an eye or kill a cockroach in a corner. But ride I did with the devils token in my hand and Sprocket at the wheel.
I arrived in Kentucky still luggage to bare. Sprocket dropped me off--I'll never know where. My landing was dirty,dust all over. I couldn't help but think was Dorthy in the corner.
C.C. Rocker...
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Our Generation
"Our Generation" By Generation X; the lead singer no one other than our residential bad-boy Billy Idol. Ten bucks says he never called his mother a, "Fucking Dick".
"The New Generation" By The Who; Rodger Daultry and his set of bad- asses never told their Fathers they were,"Full of Bullshit"
Nor did any of them 'Mindfully' mind you, let their parents know that as parents we knew nothing.
What happened to family? Has the individualism of Americans completely killed it? Is it time to let Mom go hungry, a cancer ridden Daddy handle things alone, and just kick Grandma to the curb?
I listened as my best friends Son screamed at her the other day in a complete act of UN-relenting rage...they were out of mayonnaise.
My own Son has become so much better than his Father or I, even I wonder if he is even from my womb. Perhaps my womb was nothing more than a waiting room.
Have the new Americans simply out grown us, our culture, our loyalty; in exchange for technology, social media, and speed dating?
Have we over protected them to the point of never wanting to experience at least one 'Summer Of Love', one mind opening acid trip or even walking off a job because you can...
Are they so responsible that they are afraid to experiment in the beauty of art or the pose of poetry for fear of wasting paint and ink.
As a mother I looked forward to spending these young adult years watching my sons blossom through trial and error into the young men they were to become....I never signed up for this isolating rejection from a generation that can call nothing their own....
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