combo-nation

As I thought about my blogs and everything I was trying to accomplish with them, I decided one thing: I'm a very lazy writer. I held to the notion that this blog would be my great and grand "one poem a day!" blog (to which I haven't come close) My other blog was for short story's, and the last for explaining my thought process in writing. I am sad to reply that this (If you don't understand what I mean) is the only blog I haven't neglected, and it is also in a sad state.

I am now going to do with this blog what I intended with three....enjoy.

Our Sons (for my wife)

I wrote this for my wife after our dear baby boy was lost as a still born, he never made it to life but he will live forever in our hearts. 

I hold inside my mind, a thought of my baby sweet
I almost see him smiling as I imagine I play with his feet

He has his mothers’ eyes or so I'd like to think
And his fathers’ nose, that he wrinkles when I wink

His babies’ breath upon my skin, I feel it warm and calm
While lazily he drops his eyes from my lulling psalms

I've no baby here with me, gone with-out my grasp
I know that he belongs to me, I feel him when in prayer I ask

Then I think of another baby, in his mothers arms
Wrapped up tight in swaddling, that helps to keep him warm

His mother knew at birth, the price the babe must pay
For now, she'll keep him warm and fight the tears away

My baby left before I held, hers foreordained to go
She and I are kindred spirits, for the grief that we must know

Gratitude I'll share for her, because she was so bold
Too raise and guard the son, who broke the bands that hold

And one day when its time to shed the mortal veil
My baby will be waiting, ready to be held

Play Land

I was at a fast food play park when I wrote this...yuck!

Oh! Play land

Thy light attracts my kids

The toy is not good enough

To stay their begging bids

The stuffiness their in

Permeates my brain

The smell of rotting children

drive my sinuses insane

They do not want their food

They want to get away

I could not keep them here

Yet they knock and call and wave

“Look at me, look at me!”

Is all they want to do

But they couldn’t stand me

While I force fed them their food

Oh! Play land

The fun in children’s lives

As they play in filthy bins

I'll be digging out my eyes

Get ready to live

I wrote this all down in a frenzy; it really wrote itself. The "boom boom boom" and subsequent lines came first but I rearranged it in editing. I can't tell if its just a bunch of words, or if it means anything...I like to think it does, but I like reading it fast and out loud!

Isn't it funny how the world moves along
Like it’s all sunny from an Ipod song
People wrapped up in the digital age
Poured from the cup of a marketing sage
Now bear with me and keep in mind
Life isn't free and neither is time
And nature is expecting to protecting
The invention of the mind, you see, it’s our destiny.

Universal plans pay no attention
To solar bands or natural selection
It just plugs in the numbers and sends em off
But people that are “smart” like to laugh or scoff
And say "this is this and that is that!"
But I gotta dis um and do combat
With the little antiquital plate of vittles that we dribble for,
 and feed ourselves from off the shelves that the businessmen put there themselves

We're better than that! Stop being fools
Unplug the hats that make us tools
Step outside to forgotten lands
The sun shines brighter than pixels can
But boom, boom, boom you're on the run
Heading to your room like a loaded gun
Rat-a- tat-tat what's up with that
I'm getting fat, sit'n where you're at
Inside your shoes, watching your blues
Your somber news and you're messed up views
And I’m see'n what you're be’n and your pleadin's
Disagre'n, with the pedigree of your family tree.

And the world moves on at a dizzying pace
Your ipod song is all over the place
And the digital age moves up a phase
While the marketing sage gives himself a raise
And you keep eaten what they put on your plate
And your heart keeps bleeding for your sorry fate
There’s no time to unwind from the grid
That you mind plows on through
Like all people do and that what’s always expected of you

The endgame starts when you decide
You're done with shame and push it aside
Grab the reins and pull up your boots
Forget the pains, there's nothing to lose
Step out side and tip your hat
Squint your eyes at the habitat
Then spring into the ring and bring a life that truly sings 
the song of gratitude with a beatitude and you'll get in the mood for better food

You want more then the world can give?
Shake off mans fetters and get ready to live.