Button pusher button pusher
Push and pull
Stick your finger in every soul
Button pusher button pusher
Pay the toll
Of doors slamming on Your salesman foot
Button pusher button pusher
Play the fool
Make a jest proving you’re not dull
Button pusher button pusher
Ring that bell
Don’t take offense when told “go to hell”
What will it take?
What will make it shake loose?
What leverage do I need to employ?
What for hanks sake will it take?
Fuck. I say this lightly at times
But now I’m saying it with angst and venom
Directed at none other than courages’ stew pot
Directed at Webster and his compilations
And so determined to shake things up
To spank the butts of peoples dignity
To call to arms your boundary army
To raise shields and raze comfort
Battlements caused abuse by abolishing bullshit
Senility fights demented domino effect
Go gently to hell or into dark Night
Sleep while others toss and turn and burn seething in anger and fret
At their pretty little existence that you’ve upset
What
What
What
For hanks sake what! What will it take?
Clutching to that what changes
Deranges the mind
Clutching to that what changes
Disengages and raises the property line
Clutch to a crutch
Falling forward in a lurch
Go biserk show your quirks
Denying just desserts
Clutch to a plunge
Down a neckline be expunged
Dowsing disaster here and after
Where’s the cutting line
Double clutching shifting gears
Forward reverse shouting a curse
Stripping grinding looking finding
Ending up in the back of a hearse
I just swallowed part of my future
And now I don’t remember my name
Or why I am writing or singing songs
Just what were the meaning of these words
I just expectorated part of my past
And see how it washes down the drain
I witness the burden I’ve put on you
A tragic tale absent of comedy
I’m chewing on thoughts that I’ve ingested lately
I’m masticating thoroughly and salivating greatly
Swallowing my pride as I empty my mouth
Sending the chewed stuff way down south
I’ve just swallowed my present now what to give to you
I have no more reasons to follow your steps
I’ve just went and burped up a little touch if bile
Bitter sweet taste bitter sweet time
Advance, amble, ambulate, canter, escort, exercise, file, foot, go, go on foot, hike, hit the road, hoof it, knock about, lead, leg, locomote, lumber, march, meander, pace, pad, parade, patrol, perambulate, plod, prance, promenade, race, roam, rove, run, saunter, scuff, shamble, shuffle, slog, stalk, step, stride, stroll, strut, stump, take a walk, toddle, tour, traipse, tramp, travel on foot, traverse, tread, trek, troop, trudge, wander, wend one’s way
The Summit comes by moving forward, if sliding backwards, we find our footing capturing our stride. The Summit comes each morning at sun rise as we look forward on our day. The summit comes as we venture on the pathways mapped out from prior days.
When family fails love guides
When patience wans love guides
When people doubt love guides
Love guides love guides
When emotion fades love guides
With conscious raised love guides
With amazing grace love guides
Love guides
Spelunking into caverns
Rappelling down cliffs
Trekking across deserts
With love as the guide
Surrounded by dangers
Availed without design
Abounded with love
With love as the guide
When everything around you crumbles love guides
When you need to be humbled
When your heart takes a tumble
When your soul is empty and rumbles love guides, love guides
When your sight is removed
And your running on steam
When your water is boiled over
Love will guide
When your touch has been annulled
And you feel in exile
When pain breaks through
Love guides, love guides
Domestic Zoo stew
Long neck camels
Jumping Mint Juleps
It’s spring! I’m planting tulips
Domestic pressure to succeed
Emotional overload until I seethe
Teeth grinding soul finding
Bloody aftermath
Ask for a tally but don’t answer the phone
Unknown numbers leave me alone
First person second, or maybe should be narrative
God forsake the rules they are not imperative
Ecumenical in my scorn
Quotes from passing conversations
Eeking out creativity
Like squeezing water from a cloth
My dryer leaves things wetter
Than a spring rain shower
But my attitude is much better
Even if I have been rude
So for “F” sake cut me a break
There have been no words typed here yet
I just made my first base camp
I ain’t even seen the summit yet
Miles to go before I weep
Years its been since that too
That spring rain shower I mentioned
Is much wetter than my eyes have ever been
So if I press too much I squeeze out the life
And there ain’t much good come from squeezing
‘cept loving and touching and apple cider
So ending here on my first writing night
Good night to you and good night from P Dicky
We’ll end this now, real quickie
TED Driving One Home….
Reality
Ripe banality
Base profanity
Bitch of a habit
But I just got to have it
Sincerity
Lacking clairity
Hilarity
Duality and polarity
The norms are measured by the individual
Yet isolated often some can be
Living on a “nice-berg” of sanitation
Trash pick up Tuesday
My pants don’t need securing
With a belt of the Bible
I’ll expose my mind and body
To any and all situations
From poetic to pathetic
From righteous to risque
I’ll live life each day
With no mad dog blinders on
Read me backwards
Spin in reverse
I may slip by the censors
Secreting a curse
If minds are closed
Then hearts will follow
And creativity may just as well
Be put out to fallow
I’ll plant seeds of love
But fertilizers a must
If language is to flourish
Don’t tell me to shush
Danger
Don’t tame her
A tiger
A fighter
Gift her
Persist her
In doing her deed
Black eyed
Bastard
A foolish disaster
Break bread with
Coexist with
A leader is born
We’ve always shared it all
Everything and more
No matter where we are at
The connection very strong
From moments like a song
With rhymes and loving words
We’ve always shared everything
From serious to absurd
Without secret situations
The honesty we share
Is better than a tropical vacation
Or skin uncovered bare
We’ve always shared everything
And fluid is our love
Changing courses growing and learning
Fluid is our love
We’ve always shared everything
Everything and more
From laughs and tears and touches so dear
We’ve always shared it all
~TED Cleaned house and found another oldie….
I’m pretty tweaked
Yes that’s true
It took 20 hours
To reach this point
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I’ve watched a 100 channels
And I’ve played a few songs
I’ve spent lots of energy
By racing with my mind
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Morning introduces the afternoon
Evening takes the hand off from there
Night time slips easily to day
Another morning introduction
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I wonder what I’ll get done
I cannot expect a thing
When a thousand tiny details
Race through my brain
