Two PaD: Rock On World and Dude Poet

So, o nce more, I messed up. posted Rock On World over on the wrong blog.... Ugh. But here they are!

ROCK ON WORLD (from 5/23)

When you hear “Rock”,

You probably think of awesome music.

Or perhaps even actual rocks... Boulders?

And if you were to hit up the dictionary,

You may also think of rock candy, rocking in a chair, diamonds or crack.

But what Rock really is....

It's not just music, or bands;

It's not just drugs, gemstones or chillin' in a rocking chair,

And it's CERTAINLY not just mineral matter or candy.

Rock is a way of life!

Anyone can live life, rockers kick life's ass.

Go above and beyond, have confidence!

Show your skills at every given opportunity;

It's not just music, but anything at all.

Even an accountant can rock those digits, balance that ledger!

Programmers too: debug that bitch, gotta love a big back end, right?

Custodial engineers can twirl those mops, cock that cleaner like you mean it!

Burger flipper? Bun catch, mid air, bad ass!

Chauffeur?? Dude, I don't need to say a word....

So come on, fellow humanity,

Let's not leave the rockin' to the bands alone,

Rock every day of your life, make it your own!

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DUDE POET (5/24)

Yep, this is a poem,

Yeah, that'll show em.

Cause I'm a dude but I write it still,

Always have, and always will.

No wait... I haven't always, I lied,

I'm still very new, not that I can hide

My newnicity at writing random crap

Upon this laptop, which is on my lap.

But back to my point, so yeah I'm a dude,

Who writes every day about my current mood,

And I even have feelings, just imagine that!

A guy who shows emotion? What's all the commotion?

No, genitalia does not overpower emotion!

So I'll write and write and write some more,

And since writing can be anything, I swear I'll never be bore...d.

That's the end, there is nothing else left in store,

And it's not like the movies where after the credits there may be more,

It's just a poem, and it's not like I used invisible ink,

Although if you read it backwards, it has something about Satan, I think.

Oh, and if you play the Wizard of Oz and read it along

The words match the movie perfectly, even all the songs!

So..... Yeah.....

Damn rhyme scheme.... Baaaah?

Life is Hard

My life is so difficult,
Always is, always will be.
But you know what's odd?
It's my own fault.
Really!
Like, R-E-A-L-L-Y!!
See, I always challenge myself.
I always want to be
Better,
Stronger,
Faster,
More awesome,
So I push myself,
And when I get good at that,
I push harder yet.
And ya know what?
I wouldn't have it any other way,
Because flair is how I rock it!

Right Angle (PaD)

We met on the grid paper of life,
And I must thank whoever it was with the pencil,
Who drew our lines to form this right angle.

Oh, right angle, love personified.
Well okay, an angle isn't a person but you know what I mean.
Just read on, and I'll show you how.

Our coordinates began at such distant points,
Where we never imagined one day we'd intersect,
Let alone sustained at that perfect ninety degrees forever.

We are each our own lines;
Still free to be our own lines and grow onward,
Yet always joined together at a right angle.

rock on!

Rock is quickfire guitar solos,
Heavy bass and a loud, crazy singer
With 400 drum beats a minute.

Rock is music about rebellion,
About life and death and the tribulations between.
All set to the most energetic background.

But rock isn't confined to cds,
To six strings, or four, or a microphone,
Pedals, crashes or drum pads alone.

No, rock is a way of life,
It's confidence, individuality, enthusiasm and flair,
So go, dude, and rock this life!

i hate you (PaD)

oh how I hate you,
I really hope you know that....
we always end up arguing,
and you nearly always win.

I hate you so much,
but you feel soooooo good.
who am I kidding?
I hate you, but I need you.
always have, always will
no matter how I may want to be rid of you.

I so do hate you,sleepiness.

PaD ??+4(??): Achickensayswhat?

I lay here well past the witching hour
On the phone with my love, my greatest delight.
"I've talked enough, why don't you tell me a story now?"
My reply to you? "hmmmm...
Well....
So.... Yeah...
I don't know of any good ones."

It was then, that without warning,
She woke up and, as though it were morning
"make one up, daddy," she said with a yawn
And we laughed so damn hard... Dude, you'd have heard it on the lawn.

So I scratched at my chin and thought, thought, thought
But she killed all that with just a..... BAWK!!!

PaD ??+2: Understatement

how is it that after hurting me so many times,
you find no trouble topping yourself?
this time cuts deep, strikes true...
I bleed and bleed, I can't hide it.

I want to like you, to respect you,
but instead you find no trouble
making "bitch" the understatement of the day.

pad ??+1 - beer is pee

tonight had more internet probs, plus was attacked by a opossum (yes that's right, silent o so it's "a"!). here is my new poem then, inspired by "Beer" by Psychostick!

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Beer is pee! Beer is pee!
Why is it so hard to see?
If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck,
Then it is one, good sir! So yes, beer does suck.
Yet we drink it, we drink it, and revel in bile,
But hey, at least we get buzzed after a while.

Sure, sure, after a while you say,
But that's like 42 beers, then you pee all day.
Imagine that, drink pee then pee it, oh the irony,
You pee what you drink, I henceforth decree!

But, oh crap, that must then mean
That I pee soda, nothing fouler I've ever seen!
Just forget all that, and heed these words...
Beer tastes like pee, no matter what you've heard.

pad ??: One Sound to Rule Them All

so internet is all messed up.. dunno what # I'm on lol. but here's the poem! will fix this later...

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A sound that rules all,
Soothing, enticing, pure joy...
What's the sound? Mmmmmmhmmmm...

PaD 67/365: I'm All In

My poker strategy was always to be guarded.

Sure, that works great when your hand is crap,

But when you've got a great one, it can ruin it...

Bet too little and when you destroy everyone else

You just end up with a few extra nickels.

But not this time...

I know what cards I've got in my hand,

It doesn't even matter what you've got.

What I've got, even a royal flush can't beat,

That's right, even with spades, you can't beat it.

So here are all my chips, every last one.

You're so going down.

PaD 66/365: Pandora's Dam

How do I begin?

Like an impossible math equasion with a dozen unknowns,

Or a rough day,

Or even this very poem....

Beginning is definitely the hardest part.

But once started,

Like all that junk up in the first part,

Once it's begun,

The floodgates are opened...

Congrats, dumbass, Pandora's Dam has been broken down!

Once opened,

I'm not gonna stop unleashing the words

Not gonna happen,

You're soooo in for it now...

Honesty, relentless honesty.... Meet the dam opener.

The water has settled,

Words being evaporated back into the clouds

You made it,

I so knew that you could...

This could be the start of something great!

PaD 65/365: Are You Still There?

"Sad but true" perhaps sums this one up?

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Hello?

Oh hi there!

Yes, my day is great, or at least it is now...

So, how have ya been?

Yeah?

Aaaawwwwww how sweet!

I really feel the same way too...

Really, I do!!

..... Hello?

Crap! Still there? I fell asleep.

Dang, no wonder you're gone, I slept for six hours!

I... I just didn't want to ever say good-bye...

PaD 64/365: The Pirate and I

So... This one was a great challenge because I used 44 rhymes, with EVERY line rhyming with every other and not repeating a single one (except the title and one line). Gotta love rhymezone.com!!!!!

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I sit here, staring at the sky:

Cold, rainy, bitter, grey, just... awry.

The sun has gone, without so much as a “goodbye...”

Then, down I did decide to lie,

Into my randomly found crystal ball I did scry

(Did I not mention my powers of psi?)

A pirate, eyepatch ever present, who most angrily said “aye!”

I sat up, and in my shaky voice, most shy,

Gathered the courage to simply say.... “hi?”

He said he was one who had to euphemistically fry

For the mutiny upon the H.M.S. Bounty, captained by William Bligh.

He angrily walked over and grabbed my pie,

Followed by my loaf of bread... I think it was rye?

With his huge hands, like a crowbar he did pry.

Speaking of, I sure couldn't deny,

That this dude was huge, just check out that thigh!

T'was bigger than 15 times, in inches, the value of pi.

He opened his mouth and in a voice most sly,

Said, “Argh! With my brass telescope, I did spy,

A young man, upon other's opinions he did rely,

And I just simply refuse to understand why.

So I ensured that my sails were thoroughly tied,

Came here, jumped off my boat with a call of 'bonsai!'

To find you here, and your beliefs I must belie.

You see, in the cargo hold of your soul you do supply

Unlimited joy and smiles. So yarr! My lessons you must apply!

So then, scurvy dog, why not give this day a retry?”

It was then that I had to reply...

So I stood up and with a sigh

Screamed out, “Look here, rainy day in July,

The only one who can ruin this day is I!

I'm sorry to say that, although you did try,

I don't care if I'm never again dry,

You will never, ever get my

Day; I'll let my spirits fly,

And only in joy shall I ever cry,

Because my love and happiness you just can't buy.”

It's all thanks to you, my head is held high.

You, who sees me in pain and gives me this smile most cutely wry,

You showed me that while darkness is nigh,

There's always a gleam of light to help me defy;

That “the sun cannot possibly die

Unless you give up hope on it, guy.”

Oh, and I also had help from the pirate with one eye.

PaD 62 and 63/365: Just One More and I'm Supposed to Hate You

Okay, so once more this post didn't go through. I have NO idea how, since I actually sent it via MMS on my phone!!! DOH!!!! So here are both. 62 needs no introduction, 63 is about mom for mother's day :)

62: Just One More

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Come on...

Just one more?

I can stop anytime,

You know I can!

But... While we're on it...

Can I borrow a few bucks?

Yeah? I need, like, $50.

YES, $50!

You know I'm good for it, right?

Dude, come on!

Oh, thank you so much!

Intervention... I knew it was coming,

But I don't want to stop,

I can't stop, I just can't!

I just need my fix too badly...

Oh wait, you don't want me to stop?

You just want me to get an unlimited plan?

Unlimited text and minutes,

So I don't have to worry about prepaid cards?

Oh, you DO love me!

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63: I'm Supposed to Hate You

There were three main things I learned in school:

1) Homework is for suckers and suck-ups

2) Everything I needed to learn, I sure didn't learn here

3) Parents suck

Well... I don't know if you remember...

There was one day I left school,

I got to the car, closed it with a slam.

Gave you a look in the eye and said:

“You know, most kids hate their parents,

Most kids' parents suck,

But you don't, so thanks.”

And you know what?

You still don't suck, mom.

PaD 61/365: The Truth Comes Out

Oh OpenOffice... We meet again.

Tomorrow makes exactly two months

That I have visited you daily.

In that time, we've made sweet sweet love

Over 80 times... And oh, the babies we've had!

Some were ugly, sure, and others premature,

But some were so precious, so wonderful...

Yet others are just like this one right here.

What do I mean by that, you ask?

Well, for our wonderful children

We make sweet, sweet love...

Tender, affectionate, take our time...

These types are more the type

Where you have a headache

And it just happens to be an anniversary

So it just has to happen is all...

So, OpenOffice,

I write to you today...

Without anything truly to say.

But perhaps simply saying I have nothing to say

Is, in itself, poetry in some way?

Meh. Your call, reader man. Choose wisely.

PaD 60.5: Us... Realistically

I'm sorry, but I refuse to make you promises...

... Of never ending love

... Of lifelong dedication

... Of being yours and yours alone

... Of unconditional love at all

... Of never wanting to be without you

(Seriously, we all need alone time sometimes!)

But if you know me as you say you do,

You'd know just how much it means for me to say...

... I always respond to you first, be it return calls, texts, emails or Ims

... I smile any time I see or hear from you

... I am NEVER bored with you

... When I think of the future, you're always in it somehow

... Our inside jokes are a constant source of joy

And yeah, this may not be the most romantic thing to say,

And sure, they might not be the words you so long to hear,

But they are true, and they come from deep within...

What I'm trying to say is this:

I think I could be happy with you.

PaD 60/365: Sapphic (semi-explicit)

60th PaD??? DANG! About 1/6 of the way there, wow that's scary! So... I had this write done as an explanation of why men love lesbians... As such, I took a woman's point of view, as to use a man's would be insulting to the subject matter to some extent at least.

BE AWARE THAT THE POEM IS SLIGHTLY EXPLICIT!!!!

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What a party it is, we both laugh in glee,

With so many hilarious, dumbass people to see:

Some guys hit on the ladies, failing miserably,

While other folks throw up; gross, don't you agree?

And oh my God, just check out Marie,

She's flashing half the room, a slut I decree!

The inevitable time comes, time for truth or dare,

I just shrug my shoulders, “Yeah I'll play, I don't care.”

We each sit in the circle, I in a nice, comfy chair,

Legs crossed, though, don't want to show my underwear.

Predictable dares, lame truths... This has got to go somewhere!

Upon my turn I choose dare and get: “For 5 seconds, kiss Claire.”

God, what a surprise, such an obvious cliché...

I laugh and refuse, “No way” is what I say,

“Either fail the dare, chicken, or do it without delay.”

I inch closer, nerves on end, grossed out cause I'm not gay,

But I am no chicken, so I dare not say “nay.”

Inching closer, I learn toward her and much to my dismay...

My lips meet hers... Soft... Sweet.

Repulsion giving way to curiosity...

Tick... tick... eyes closing, sigh...

His voice a distant echo as our lips part,

Her eyes glow... Lovely sapphire.

Is she smiling at me?

“Time's up, well done ladies,” he says with a smile

While Claire and I part, after far too short a while...

My first girl kiss having been a glorious trial,

Formerly just some asshole, now I guess I'll have to thank Kyle...

The party ends shortly after when it starts to get hostile,

Claire comes up to me: “Walk me home? It's only a mile.”

Her ride had left early without even a word

And she was scared to walk alone, so to her house we spurred.

“You know, Claire, this may sound absurd,

Especially since I am just a shy nerd,

But to me, it had simply never occurred

That a girl's kiss could be something I preferred.”

“It's not absurd at all, and I shall never debate

That our kiss was anything shy of great.

I'd always wanted to, but I had feared your hate,

For while I am gay, I knew you to be straight.

We have been friends so long, perhaps it was fate,

For I have, for a while, considered you my soul mate...”

Her blush, the most beautiful shade of crimson...

Soft smile... So gorgeous... So...

Thought broken as her lips find mine once more,

But now, not ashamed... Giving in fully.

“Oh Claire,” I sigh... Heaven fulfilled...

She is quickly pushed against her own door,

My lips upon every inch of the swells and curves of her face...

So sweet... So soft... So lovely... So... Claire...

Driven on by her moans, “Oh Sarah!”

Her door quickly unlocked, stumbling inside

Taken by the hand, her soft fingers and giggles my guide...

We're to her room in just moments, but to me

Those few moments lasted easily an eternity.

Any other time I'd object to such haste,

But tonight... God, there's no time to waste!

Immediately we're on each other again,

Her lips now pressed into mine...

Forceful, yet that tenderness remains...

Red lipstick leaving it's crimson marks upon pale flesh

I need more!

Pushing her onto the bed,

Stripping one another forcefully,

A sea of hands all powerful...

Buttons flying,

Clothes dropping,

Hands roaming,

Exploring

YES!!!!!!....

One dare, one silly, cliched dare... What a start...

Turned to living, breathing, passionate art.

PaD 59/365: Goodbye....

Goodbye...

I hate to see you go,

Although I know you must.

Goodbye...

You felt like a major part of me,

But no longer.

Goodbye...

You're gone now,

And I like it...

Goodbye hair.

PaD 58/365: Poetic License

You are so great,

You really are;

The problem is,

Words only go so far.

So it's lucky, I'd say,

That right in my wallet

I carry what's called my Poetic License,

Something every poet must get!

It may not be a license to kill,

But it's a license to create,

It's a license to rhyme,

A license to write sing-songy debate.

I got this license for you, you see,

For often the words only exist in my head.

“You make me wanna make shit up,”

Is what a wise Angel once said.

So before I continue, here's my license,

Along with two forms of ID,

I've got my electric bill with current address

And a birth certificate, all to prove I'm me.

You are fantabulousness, uber-exceptionalism,

Awesometastic to the extreme, rocker of all you do,

Beautifulnicity, super delicious individualisticness,

You are.... The one word I didn't make up: YOU.

PaD 57/365: Symbiosis

I latch onto you,

Sucking out the good,

Sucking out what I want

And giving you my own.

But I'm not taking,

I'm merely copying.

Now we each share the good

We have each come across before.

It's not just us, though...

I stand amidst many.

Latching, sucking, giving, recycling...

Allowing the weaker parts to wither and die.

Darwinism of personality.

PaD 56/365: The Cave

Argh at the internet sometimes!!! So I wasn't able to post this last night (two times out of three that I didn't actually post it on the right day?? ARGH!).

So here it is!

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I know this must end sometime,

Yet this darkness...

Who knew it could hurt so much.

It's just light, right?

I've been down here so long

You'd think I would be used to it,

No longer longing for the glow of light...

To see color once more...

To feel a breeze...

Smell grass...

NO! I will make it,

I WILL escape.

The light of my torch dances,

I'm scared of my own shadow these days.

I swear the walls are getting smaller too,

Fingertips trailing every bump,

Callused, raw from the journey,

Not unlike my feet.

How long has it been?

I want out,

But I don't even think there IS an exit anymore.

Is it possible when I wandered in,

Walking deeper, deeper, deeper

That the exit vanished behind me?

Sitting upon the floor,

Giving up again.

No

No... No way out.

I am resigned to this forever.

But it's not that bad, right?

Make the best of it...

And right as I think those thoughts

My torch dies.

My only friend here,

Through all these months...

Although I suppose I should be happy it lasted this long...

Oh darkness, I greet you wi...

Wait!

My torch has gone out, yet...

Light?

Hardly even noticable, yet...

A speck of light, I see it.

Like a broken pixel,

So minute,

If not here so long, I'd have not even noticed...

But light means...

Can it be?

An actual way out of here?

Feet beat the ground,

I fall, bruised, battered,

I don't care now...

I will get to that light.

PaD 54 AND 55/365

Oops.... I thought I had published the post, but apparently I saved it as a draft by mistake instead. So I'll post both of them today. For those who don't trust that I wrote it yesterday, you can find it over at trupoets.com!!!

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PaD 54: Exile: Phonetically!

I've come to this door every day,

EVERY day for years.

Yet when I stuck my key inside...

Click... wiggle wiggle... wiggle wiggle...

NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

DENIED!!

Oh, right...

We changed the locks.

Oops.

Click.... CLICK. YES!

ACCESS GRANTED!

Turning the knob.... Yet it doesn't go.

Why?

RING RING... RING RING...

No wait, this is the age of the cell phone.

What crazy music is on her cell?

[To the tune of Mozart's “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”]

Hey,

It's me,

Someone is calling now!

So,

You should

Answer me and talk.

Or else

This person miiight think

That you don't liiiike them

And leave a bad message

Like....

CLICK

Hello?

Yeah, I can't get in the door.

You WHAT?

She changed the other lock too.

And my stuff is outside in one of those huge tupperware things...

Well Craaaaapppp...

Eeeexiiiiiiileeeeeee-D.

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PaD 55: The Ghost of You

The Ghost of You

I know YOU're there.

Yeah YOU.

YOU,

Who makes my fingers use YOUR word

“WE”

When I was going to use MY word,

“I.”

YOU,

Who somehow

Simultaneously | Simultaneously

Makes ME feel

More | Less

Lonely with my

Joy in | Desire for

YOU.

But, who are

YOU?

Ah, but I know...

YOU are not

One person,

One love,

No.

YOU are not even multiple people:

No harem,

No party,

No.

No, YOU are much more.

YOU are pure essence

Like corked champagne,

Its cork bursting, flying free

YOU pour

Unrestrained.

YOU are memories, longing, recollection.

YOU are soft caresses, cuddles, tenderness.

YOU are rockin' music, speeding down the highway, teary-eyed laughter.

But really,

It doesn't matter WHO YOU ARE,

Simply THAT YOU ARE.

PaD 53.5: Albino Peacock

In the realm of peacocks...

So many think

Beauty is color,

Beauty is flashy,

Beauty is regal.

Not necessarily.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing

Is plain,

Is unique,

Is simple.

So too like us,

Forget the makeup,

Forget the goop,

Forget the fake tan.

Just be...

You.

PaD 53/365: Yay!

Monosyllabic

Palindrome exclamation,

Yet you make me smile.