The Arms Race
Day after day, it's always the same
Someone's going against the grain
Paper brings word of another joining the chase
All out to be, the superior race
Lead, blood and tears, they bring up the rear, as the great gears of the war machines turn.
Some day they'll learn, we're all equal in some way, shape or form
But it'll be too late, we all know our fate
We're all going to die because of one's hate for another in that great arms race.
8/6/1981
12:25am
The Rain
Comes a time when I wonder why
Stand in the rain and freeze
Drive along and hit a tree
Buy a gun and blow your brains
Waste your time on sidelines
Wait in line until the end
Step aside he's a big head
He can go through, but not you
What is this fascination in life?
Step outside and into my mind
Feel the strange vibration
The rain it falls cold and sharp
It's totally random, makes no sense
Feel the rain run down
Feel the pain as they kick you when you're down
Hear them laugh, you're the clown
What a cold strange place it is
The sound of a guitar fills the ears
They don't understand, they don't care
Fear reigns over you, what will they say?
Will they laugh, cry or scream?
Tears rain from eyes that cry
And you can't come in to freeze with me
It's my mind, even if you do care
You can't change my minds pains and fears.
8/3/1981
1:07am
Living In Fear
Two people in the street —United together
taking every move with such care
One hoping the other won't leave
Time passes fast, without pain
[chorus]
Living in fear, are we all sincere?
Can we always look straight ahead
No disillusion, distractions, nor fears…
Always staying near
Two people in different places —Drawn apart
Time pullling them apart with allure
Both hoping the other is still there
Time drags out as the knife is thrust in
Two people no longer in the same game — The blade
The steel pushes deep but there's no pain
One pushing the blade, the other unaware
Time speeds forward toward confrontation
[chorus]
Two people back together — Stiff conversation
The pain is felt, of one who rubbed the salt
What is to be said? The blood has been shed
The tears flow by, the blade now points the other way
I feel the pain and your anguish today
[chorus]
Two people again together —Reunited
Putting the pieces in place
Will the time pass from this standstill?
[chorus]
Always staying near…(repeat, fade)
(spoken) For the love is too strong to die, we'll live in fear. From day to day for the other, and the love we share.
7/7/1981
1:45am
Speedin' Through Life
Mach III - Oh, that's me!
To fast to control, totally let go
No chains to stop me, no leash to bind me
Cops don't stop me, 'cause they can't see me!
I'm traveling three times the speed of sound
There ain't no slowing me down
Oh, speedin', speedin' through life
Tension complete, ain't not sleepin' tonight
Don't hold me, or try to break me!
You can't hurt me 'cause I don't precieve pain
My minds in a time warp, hyper space flight
Soon I will crash into the night and sleep tight
Hours pass me by, where they go I don't know
But soon again I'll pass into flight
Flying too fast to control!
No chains to stop me, no leash to bind me
No one can stop me, I'm to, too high!
Speedin', speedin', oh, oh speedin'
Speedin' through life!
Going up slow and down with a swift nosedive crash
Sometime it'll be too fast!
To, too fast and CRASH!!!
11/16/1980
When I was younger (so much younger than today…) I used write a lot of poetry/lyrics. I started when I was in high school when, like many teenagers I dreamed of rock stardom. So much for that theory! Anyhow, I had a study-hall every day that I usually spent writing. After high school I continued, but over time I wrote less and less. To the point of basically quiting. Once in awhile I would, and still do write, but nothing regularly like I used too.
Over the past couple of months I've been contemplating whether I should create a new blog "Writing" topic and begin to put all of my writing online. Being largely from my young wayward days, big chunks of it contain all the basics of a misspent youth: sex, drugs, rock & roll, depression, suicide, love, hope, despair, etc. Some of it is directly about my life at a given time, but some of it isn't. It may be written as a first person account, but it's not about me. Actually a lot of it is written in third person! In some, but not all of it there's very personal pain and emotion. But for most of it, a couple of decades have past and the subjects they address, it really has no relationship to my life now. Do I want to expose all of this to public scrutiny? Is there any reason I shouldn't? After all, I've always pretty much been of the "if you don't like it, don't read it" mind set. I still haven't made a final decision on this, but right now I'm leaning towards doing it. I just thought I'd think it out loud for a bit.
01/17/05
Alright, the new "Writing" topic has been created. Content should begin soon.