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'.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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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