Own The Night

Come what may,

Come what might,

I’m going to own this night.

I live today, 

I die tomorrow,

I shake my head and dive right in.

I’ve lived the follies,

And see the errors,

I know my wrongs,

And done some rights,

But in the end,

I make them all mine.

I embraced the night,

I breathe the dark,

Scared away those darker thoughts.

I’ll be right here standing tall,

Fighting to keep it caged away.

Though I fight today,

I’ll sleep tomorrow, 

And dream dreams of dreams,

Of the end and worse,

Let’s just hope I awake before then.

Tomorrow isn’t promised,

And today isn’t given,

So tonight I’ll become a living legend.

I’ve seen the errors,

I know my wrongs,

But in the end,

I’d only do more gleeful wrongs.

I wish you well,

I’ll wish you death,

I’ll whisper sweet nothings of discontent.

A child of night,

A child of sin,

I like to see what happens in the end.

I’ll make my mark,

My name will be sung,

One day I’m going to embrace the sun.

But for now,

And until the end,

I’m gonna own the night within.

Through thick and thin,

For better or worse,

I’ll be right here,

Smiling till the end.

--Chris Holmgren

Serpent Driven

Dickie Gonzo @Media Clown Records

SERPENT DRIVEN

Listen to Dickie Gonzo's Music Here

lead me further down,

deeper than I ever would have gone

you would help me dig forever

and forever watch me burn

as i collide between your eyes

and give a lift to your brow,

you simply smirk and ghastly, lurk

throughout the shadows of my frown.

who dare outlast my desires

giving game to my obsessions

maybe the one whom I descend nearby

our corpses grande procession

forgive me not, nor I to you

in my tranquility, I've surrendered 

and in return, need not I think,

the mind is no use to a slave

the thirteenth soul to cross your bridge

is mine the spirit that you've craved?

A Death Bed

1918

This is the State above the Law.

The State exists for the State alone."

[This is a gland at the back of the jaw,

And an answering lump by the collar-bone.],

Some die shouting in gas or fire;

Some die silent, by shell and shot.

Some die desperate, caught on the wire -

Some die suddenly. This will not.

"Regis suprema voluntas Lex"

[It will follow the regular course of--throats.]

Some die pinned by the broken decks,

Some die sobbing between the boats.

Some die eloquent, pressed to death

By the sliding trench as their friends can hear

Some die wholly in half a breath.

Some--give trouble for half a year.

"There is neither Evil nor Good in life

Except as the needs of the State ordain."

[Since it is rather too late for the knife,

All we can do is to mask the pain.]

Some die saintly in faith and hope--

One died thus in a prison-yard--

Some die broken by rape or the rope;

Some die easily. This dies hard.

"I will dash to pieces who bar my way.

Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak! "

[Let him write what he wishes to say.

It tires him out if he tries to speak.]

Some die quietly. Some abound

In loud self-pity. Others spread

Bad morale through the cots around .

This is a type that is better dead.

"The war was forced on me by my foes.

All that I sought was the right to live."

[Don't be afraid of a triple dose;

The pain will neutralize all we give.

Here are the needles. See that he dies

While the effects of the drug endure. . . .

What is the question he asks with his eyes?--

Yes, All-Highest, to God, be sure.]

Rudyard Kipling

A Country In Transition: Written 5/9/2009

Popular sovereignty was a victory in history

Relinquishing all ties with malice and misery

Creating a change of profound effect

Rippling throughout the world for all to reflect

 Production now down and revenue reduced

Companies netting half of the material produced

A Country in transition slowly dividing

Corrupt politicians constantly siding

 Having a hand In the Unions deciding 

Democrat sophisticates delegating authority

Secession then followed by southern majority

Civil war erupted with economic agendas

 Our country conflicted with new federal dilemmas.

Our country survived this domestic battle

Southern agrarians then turned to cattle. 

My point is now going to be conveyed to you

The Year is 2010 what can a citizen do

Our country sustained the civil war

The year is 2010 and our country is in transition

This time with activists with verbal ammunition.

Stripping the rights of the private sector

Forcing them to employ the Javiers and Hectors.

Economic turmoil will soon be felt

By doctors, and lawyers whose net worth will melt

Can our country survive an economic revolution?

Can we all agree this is not a solution?

An industrial recession we cannot sustain

This will result in manual labor regained

A slow regression in technological funding

Those seeking prosperity to countries they’re running

Popular sovereignty and civil restructuring,

In history survived with new obtained luxuries

 This socialist transition cannot be sustained

With the constant increase in those military trained

In 2010 a historian may say

“The fall of great American, It came on that day.” 

---RipplebyPebble

Liquid Sunshine

The sun is shinning 
so sunny and bright
Not a cloud in the sky
no storm in sight

When out of the blue
it starts to pour
And drenches you
right down to the core

You look up and still feel
the sunlight on your face
You smile and think
"something's out of place"

"A moment ago 
everything was fine"
Then you soon realize 
it's just Liquid Sunshine.

  Jennifer Dawson

My Love

Dedicated to Ebony

Caressing your skin with the palm of my hand

Venturing into the unknown with my knees in the sand

Hands in your as I kiss your sweet face

My heart beats true with a resonating base

Feeling your body as I hold you so close

Unbelievable bliss at a dangerous dose

My vision of the future inadvertently shifts

The love you provide is a beautiful gift

Feeling your lips press deeply into mine

I know in my heart that you’re one of a kind

I know what I want when I look in your eyes

I feel it in my soul as it screams out and cries

The skies open up and there flies a white dove

My future becomes clear, I want you my love. 

                                                                --RipplebyPebble 

Typical Atrocities

Typical Atrocities 

Why do I have to be labeled so typically

Why do I have to be subject to such atrocities

Why do I have to be the target of animosities

I have always tried my best to do all I can for the rest

Hear I sit for I can't stand bearing the weight of this horrible brand

Why do I have to be the guy the guy that always seems to sigh

Why can't I be the one the one who's dancing around the sun

I find myself at a loss In trying my best I've only lost

I just want to be the one that anyone can call their son

I don't want to be the one that's thought to cheat and lie for fun

I just want to be the king and dance around the boxer's ring

I don't want to be the guy with hateful thoughts behind my eyes

Can't you see where all the same unfortunate souls of a perilous game

Can't you see we're grains of sand held in mother nature's hand

I don't want to be the one that's told he ever has to run

Please don't make me be that guy that's hated so much he wants to die

I just want to be the one that get's to dance around the sun

I just want to be the king dancing in the boxer's ring

Holding my gloves in the air, I bear this burden and you don't care

---RipplebyPebble

Ones Love

When one is with ones love 

Life exceeds all that one expects

But when ones love passion dies

Life itself dies.

Tears come running down ones face

At the thought of losing what is already lost

The pain is never ending and unrelenting

Death seems more acceptable

--RipplebyPebble

Bipolar Minds

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So excited, full of life, no more worries no more strife

Wide awake, shutting down, ripping apart and spiraling down

Completely numb though aware, no more trying, I don’t care

Giving up, giving in, life is empty full of sin

Where’d you go, my only hope, you dimmed the lights, no more fights

We were whole, one pure soul, we wanted more to adore.

Let’s try this, lets try that, favorites found, cheerful sounds

Taking more as we adore the love we share for each others care

As time goes bye I begin to sigh, feeling the change as my passions die

Time is lost, anguish gained, wide awake with my brain insane

I see your tears as though they’re years, passing through time and all my fears

I don’t know and I don’t care lets leave this time and we’ll be fine.

Well travel back to before and forget this pain that we adore.

 I’ve been blind I missed the signs, so lets rewind and we’ll be fine.

No more pain, just me and you, lets reset and be renewed.

 Its not to late I hope its not, your life, my life, my life, your life 

RipplebyPebble 

Pussy Can Sit By the Fire and Sing

Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree Or Play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man in the Cave! Pussy will play Man Friday till It's time to wet her paw and make her walk on the window-sill (For the footprint Crusoe saw); Then she fluffles her tail and mews, And scratches and won't attend But Binkie will play whatever I choose, And he is my true First Friend! Pussy will rub my knees with her head Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed Pussy runs out in the yard, And there she stays till the morning-light; So I know it is only pretend And he is my Firstest Friend.

--Rudyard Kipling

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

  Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through.

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

  And the mome raths outgrabe.

--Lewis Carroll

Outgoing Tide

Amendments and Bills for Monetary Reason

Instant Gratification and Indirect Treason

Promoting the Promise of a Better Tomorrow

Isolating Ourselves with the Money We Borrow

Debits and Credits Consume our Great Nation

We Cover it Up with More Legislation

Watching as the Tide of a Great Nation Recedes

I Sit Here, Saddened, As Our Country Bleeds

 ---RipplebyPebble

Darkness: A Poem on Depression and Utter Emptiness

Hollow trees and crisp brown leaves

Frightened birds and blood lust bees

Running down the winding road

Succumbing to fear and all that she holds

Shadows extend, as my skin grows cold

No longer youthful, but raggedly old

Stonewalls wet with the pungent air

The darkness sighs and often dares

The life that remains is hard and black

Familiar to gutters and sewer rats

I am encased by thoughts of fear

Focused I concentrate as I shed a dark tear

Woefully crying I disturb the air

Is anybody out there, anyone to care?

Is it to late, have they all moved on

Leaving me in darkness, wolves to a fawn

Roaches and onions sustain my frail soul

Mattresses of bark and fires of coal

Corners hold darkness but with that secrets

Will I discover treasure and trinkets?

Cracks in the walls and traces of pain

Scratches infected and cold blue veins

Hands at my back and bites on my feet

Dragging me down to hell where Ill meet

An entourage of fear and a blanket of horror

Day after day Ill be fed to the boars

Deserving I am for I am ashamed

Living a life where lives I claimed

Thinking not of the end of my time

Here I am, amongst my own kind

A void I’m in and rage I feel

It’s not my own, he’s here to kill

I get on my knees and think not to pray

I look upward in time to here the darkness say,

“Mine you are you wretched soul

Thought you’d escape my feasting bowl,

I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time

I've grown hungry in hell, but on you I’ll dine

--RipplebyPebble