"Santa Claus Is Comin' Around"
"NORAD, We Have a Problem"
"Rudolf the red meat Reindeer"
He tugged on the bow, the ribbon unravelled / Inside was a hat, that looked heavily traveled. / It flew from his hands, and was caught by a tree / Then the tree spoke, and had eyes that could see!
He tugged on the bow, the ribbon unravelled / Inside was a hat, that looked heavily traveled.
Mrs Claus watched, to catch the surprise / The smile on his face, brought tears to her eyes.
He paused to think if he had been naught or nice / He decided to open it and roll the dice.
The last angel was left with just one wing / His attention diverted to open the thing.
Written in big letters in red crayon / It was labelled to Santa, from Amazon
He has given so much but has never received / Is today the day that he is finally relieved?
Perhaps a move might just be in order / Somewhere nice just south of the border.
A man let loose just one night a year / His rewards measured in cookies and beer.
The toy requests are getting harder to clone / The elves are struggling to make an iPhone.
His sleigh flies high on good intentions / Everyone wonders, but nobody questions.
He kissed your Mom and your Dad don’t care / He’s old Saint Nick, his charm is rare.
Upon the knee and into his ear / A secret is shared for only Santa to hear.
A promoter of good, spreading magic to all / He lives in the North and does photos at the mall.
The best kept secret to never be known / A one man show, who works alone.
Guided through storms by Rudolph’s nose / How he does it, nobody knows.
He’s a parental aid to keep you on track / And if you’re good, he’s got your back.
Underneath his red cap and his curly white beard / There is a man from the north who is twisted and weird.
Years after the ark crashed, / He made toys from the wood. / If you followed the commandments, / He wrote you down as good. / Once a year, he’s the Santa that chose us, / Little did we know, it was grown up baby Moses.
Once there was this guy who / Got into the toy business and gave them all away / But when he finally came back / His wife and the elves had packed up and moved / He couldn’t quite explain it / They’d always just been there / Ho Ho Ho Ho / Ho Ho Ho Ho
Joke entry: I eat what I can, just to stay warm. / It helps me survive, each Christmas eve storm. / You can say I’m fat, but I rather say jolly, / My taste in music, consists of Kenny and Dolly. / I’m not fond of red, but it’s the easiest to see / I enter from the roof, so I don’t need a key. / I’ve you been good, and I’m in the mood / You’ll get something nice, if you left me some food.
Who am I to judge who is naughty or nice? / I sure don’t time to check the list twice. / They write to me and I put on a show, / But the true story they’ll never know. / Exiled to the North for community service, / My crimes so bad they’d make you nervous. / They let me out, just once a year, / Aboard a sleigh with eight reindeer. / I have no control over where I go, / There’s no where to run at night in the snow.
Things weren’t always the way that they are, / Oh no, things were different - come saddle up to the bar. / Before these boots and before that sleigh, / I lived my life, in a much different way…
I heard what you said, I was royaly mislead / I can't let it fly, you really are a bad guy.
With you I wore my heart on my sleeve / But yours hid lies you'd like me to believe.
You're just a worm in my tequila
I heard it all from Sarah
I'm not into all the drama
You don't fit my criteria
You're a snake, but not a cobra
I spit you out like Cherry Coca Cola
Your conscience is in a coma
You think I'm coming, but I'm not gonna.
The box has been opened, it's name is pandora
You can't buy me back, I don't take payola
All that we had, was left on the sofa.
You think you're in the clear, but karma's gonna get ya
A chord change here, a rewrite there / Suddenly my own song steers me clear.
It's time to change the track and not double back.
I'm not the type to throw a fit.
It was hard to do, but we had to split.
My friends were more right than I'd like to admit.
You're a broken memory that I choose to omit.
You played me well, but you're not legit.
It's not my fault that you can't commit.
I don't even miss you a little bit.
You ruined the moment, you're a hypcrite.
It's the lies that make you go / Things you think I'd never know.
You might think that you won today / But you can't win if you don't play.
I was only here to help you / But you didn't think it through.
It's the lies that made you go / Things you thought I'd never know.
Confrontation's not your game / Now things will never be the same.
You're neither a want or a need / You could never follow my lead.
Comedic Break: You're neither a want or a need / Now that I can grow my own weed.
Your ears are deaf to common sense / You always leave with no defence.
I held you tight within my arms / I fell for your whit and your charms.
Comedic break: You're the dog pooh upon my shoe / Life's too short to waste it on you.
The sticks and stones fall to my feet / The end of us is bittersweet
I had you pinned up on the wall / I thought there was no chance you'd fall.
You really tested who I am / But truely didn't give a damn.
I see now, you're a son of a witch / You'll find out, that karma's a bitch.
I didn't intend to snoop / But you kept me out of the loop.
Your mouth ran our train off the track / I pulled the knife out of my back.
You broke the rules and crossed the line / You're a jewel that lost its shine.
Our bridge of trust is now broken / Burned by the words that you've spoken
You were my dragon, I was warmed by your fire / But now it burns, as you're revealed a liar.
Our story was torn, beyond mending / Spoiler alert - you wrote the ending.
I've seen your cards and I'll keep playing / I've heard all, of what you've been saying.
Your lies were revealed by a filtered cam / You forgot that we were friends on Instagram.
Your face was warm, but your heart was cold / I see you now without the blindfold.
There comes a time when luck runs out / You know very well, what I'm talking about.
Your spell has been broken, and I can finally see / I don't need you, as much as you needed me.
The facade has fallen and I've seen your soul / An empty void which will never be whole.
Your eyes really did give it all away / They confirmed the truth that you wouldn't say.
My heart tingles from the tip of your blade / I gave so much, just to be left betrayed.
A Momma's boy out to rule the world / I give you the finger from which I was twirled.
You tattooed my back with a scar / Who the hell do you think you are?
Our trust was built upon a dream / A cloud of hope now out of steam.
(but heard back no sound) / I wrote us a bridge, to span our divide / It troubles me deeply, you didn't look inside.
(but heard back no sound) / I'm free from the waiting, my arms are spread wide / If you don't embrace me, you won't know what's inside.
(but heard back no sound) / I think of the past, was it something I said? / You can't judge me, for what hasn't been read.
(but heard back no sound) / Someday we'll meet again, and I'll use what I learned / True love isn't free, it has to be earned.
(and dropped tears that could drown). / Each moment was recorded, like a mix tape of our love, / A time that now has now passed, which I must now rise above.
The words I sent outside, got me to look within / To focus on where to go, and not where I've been.
COMEDIC BREAK: Our talks were restricted, to just snail mail. / At least now I know, that you're out of jail.
If you want to find me, I'll always be right here. / My hand may be taken, but please don't disappear.
Where you have gone, I may never know. / But with these words in hand, I can let go.
My message in a bottle, may have washed back. / But I feel that it arrived, to set me on track.
It was an exercise, focused on my chest. / I'm happy with the words, that I have put to rest.
I was stuck in neutral, while waiting for you. / Now my gears have shifted, I know that we're through.
The heart on my sleeve wipes away my tears / I've not heard from you, in so many years.
I have a heart embroidered on my sleeve / It reminds me of you, why did you leave?
Not rejected, but misdirected / It's not the response, that I expected.
Perhaps someday, you'll knock my door / And I'll take this letter out of the drawer.
You teased me with mystery / But now the unknown unsettles me.
We left things unfinished / And today I see that you have vanished.
You were right, I was wrong / And realizing this has taken too long.
Echoes of memories / Worse or for better / Tragedies overseas / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
I miss the seventies / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
You've put my mind at ease / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
Reclaimed my dignities / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
You just go with the breeze / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
I stamped you out with ease / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
I licked your seal to please / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
I think of you daily / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
While you're out of country / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
I think of you fondly / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
Underneath the debris / To me you’ll always be / My unopened letter.
To me you will always be, my unopened letter.
Lyrics and melodies, in an unread letter.
Unread apologies, in my unopened letter.
Unread apologies, filled my unopened letter.
I'm not that hard to please
I'm left weak in the knees
I just go with the breeze
A time I'd like to freeze
DISCUSSION: Here's my 50cents worth :) I've been writing this line with the following criteria - ends with a rhyme for letter and is 5 syllables. Why 5 syllables? Because that's the count on the B lines of the previous chorus (A lines are 6). Since this chorus started with 6 as the previous did, I thought it might sing well to match. Just wondering if anyone else was thinking the same or have feedback.
I waited so long. In hopes of feeling better. Good things never came. Just my unopened letter.
Your spell has been broken. The last straw’s been cracked. My new life has begun. My heart is intact.
The lines make their mark, like a tattoo on my soul. You left me in the dark, but at least I have control.
I'm so over you, and it's for the better. My dignity restored, by an unopened letter.
I left myself naked, and you sent back my clothes.
I look back through photos.
The biggest lessons hurt.
You lied and mistreated me.
You've left no crumbs behind.
You may have the last word.
You've slipped out of my reach.
You may have done me wrong.
Your love, I've outgrown.
I don't need to be shown.
Should I pick up the phone.
I'll take my loss silently.
The muted glyphs sit silently.
The ink tells all silently.
I think to myself silently.
Now we part ways silently.
You slipped away silently.
Hindsight arrives silently.
A loud lesson learned silently.
I’ve been shot down silently.
I’ll get you back silently.
Like a rainbow, I glow silently.
I clinch my fists silently.
My love for you beats silently.
They are mocking me silently.
Left speechless, I sit silently.
I take it in the chin silently.
I didn’t want this to end silently.
My message ignored silently.
My heart has broken silently.
My tears escape me silently.
You dismissed me so silently.
You passed me by silently.
A lesson heard, but silently.
I cry to myself silently.
The message is heard silently.
I acknowledge it silently.
My bottle washed back to shore.
Like a bottle that washed back to shore.
I tried my best to reach out to you.
One address down, with more to go.
A reflection of a time gone by.
My clock tick, ticks, without a tock.
The clock reset, progress recoiled.
My sword, the pen, draws no blood.
Ink to paper was our last chemical reaction.
Ink is cheap, my heart is pricey.
I’m left with more questions than before.
Unopened letter, my white dove.
A time capsule of my feelings.
Unopened letter please give me rest.
Unopened letter, please speak to me.
Do I dare call and put my words to speech.
My closure attempt has done a 360.
Were they refused or misdirected?
The next step is up to you.
Perhaps for the best, for reasons unknown.
Undelivered thoughts to a dear friend.
From absent-minded to just plain absent.
Little soldiers who went unheard.
The weight has changed, the packaged resealed.
The postal system offers no emotion.
Perhaps some day we’ll meet again.
I’ve been idle and need to rev up.
I’m in need of a twist from M. Night Shyamalan.
A story with an imperfect closure.
I look through the O’s and between the lines.
Did he move closer, or further away?
Did he reject this, or was it a stranger?
Any further attempt will be futile.
I held my ground for far too long.
Now the letter burns, and my tears hiss on the flame. I waited too long, I am the only one to blame.
You'll never ever know, exactly how I feel. My words are contained within an unopened seal.
Spit through my mail slot, like a child rejecting dinner. Undigested words returned, perhaps it's for the better.
I wrote this, with a heart so tender. Today it arrived, return to sender.
Comedic Break: Life will go on, but with you it would be better. I'm having your baby, I hope that you get this letter.
I dream of you, and I wake up alone. I keep calling you, but you don't pick up the phone.
Will I ever hear, from you again? My love poured out of a broken pen.
I waited too long, and now you can't be mine. I drown out my feelings with each glass of wine.
You lied to me, there's no need to respond. Your love wasn't owned, it was merely just pawned.
Time carries on and I try to ride the wave. I try to hang on to a moment to save.
My words slip out before I pause to think. Sometimes I'd do better by putting them to ink.
In this wound up world, I'm a timeless soul. The path ahead is the way that I roll.
I'm looking for you, I haven't found you yet. I imagine you out there, beneath the same sunset.
For I am both Alice and the white rabbit. Trapped in a fast paced wonderland composite.
I follow my heart and I have ambition. I bring my all to every audtion.
I treasure your advice and it'll be with me forever. But for now I'll choose to keep it an unopened letter.
My days are young and I learn from my mistakes. Time will tell if I have what it takes.
You say just go with the flow. And I will know, when to sail or row.
Good things come to those who wait. But how do I know when it's been too late?
It's a lazy day downtown, with no plan or agenda. Just you and I, I'm so glad to be with ya. We see an antic shop and couldn't pass. Drawn to the furniture and stained glass. A writing desk stands alone in the light. I think of myself using it to write. I dust it off and make it at home. I take in the detail as my eyes start to roam. A hidden drawer is opened with a wiggle. Inside there's a letter amongst the rubble.
Loving words held by toxic glue. It's coming from me, directly to you.
My love is sealed with pulp and paper. Should I send it now, or hold it for later.
A storm is coming with strength undisciplined. An unopened letter is carried by the wind.
The name is not mine and the paper is old. It contains a story that was never told.
It's marked for the future and sealed up tight. I try to sneak a peek by holding it to light.
It sat in the corner and travelled the land. The stamp has been tattooed, processed, and scanned.
I promised to wait, but the waiting is hard. I vowed to obey this post dated card.
The sun lights the garage, as I pack up my things. Today is the start of new beginnings.
I was too young to fully comprend. A lesson is learned best from a friend.
From that point on we drifted apart Now I know why, and it has broken my heart.
Comedic break: Beyond the moon and beyond the stars. Beyond the hurt and beyond the scars. There is a ship on a voyage to explore. To boldly go, where no one has gone before.
My only wish, the one to come true. Would be the wish, to better know you.
There's a true meaning for each of us. Understanding brings paint to our canvas.
A thoughtful mind is a craftsman of words, with deeper meanings realized afterwards.
Sometimes the meaning may be out of sight. Only to appear when the time is right.
Dissolve the negative, disprove the lies.
Open your ears to uncover your eyes.
Become a light for those lost in the dark.
Live out your days with your mind expanding.
Soak up the knowledge, and better yourself.
Construct the puzzle to get the picture.
Interpret the words, make sense of it all.
Be conscious of those that are around you.
When questions arise, you’ll know what to do.
Step each foot forward with wind at your back.
Fall asleep at night with more everyday.
Face the confusion, and watch it resolve.
Reflect and observe, the answers are there.
We can’t have peace if we don’t understand.
Write it in your heart, and it won’t leave you.
A path without it will come to an end.
Baby, we’ve got the tools, we can fix this.
Some times a dark bulb just needs one more turn.
Let’s rekindle the fire left in doubt.
The rewards are truly enlightening.
Let’s resolve our words, and take out the sting.
Let's come together, and work out this thing.
Will you fly with me, as my second wing.
I’m just asking you, I’m not demanding
I've abused a substance that made me feel this way. It's my only escape to get through the day.
I've asked for help, but can I read the signs? Will it be clear, or be between the lines.
I may not recall the who, what or when. But the essence remains like ink from a pen.
It eases my mind, as I walk the street. I'm out here alone, just me and my feet.
A fragrance is carried across the wind. It triggers thoughts my mind chose to rescind.
A shiver rides my spine, like a tickle from the past. It teases me with hints, but the feeling doesn't last.
We track our time, we trust our clocks / We live out our days, in tall city blocks.
My steps were a gamble, my path was unclear / I saw no directions, no voice in my ear.
It's not fun to wait - to stay and sit tight / To only be told, when the time was right.
You're the missing link, in my chain of events / The past becomes clear, with the smell of incense.
A new blanket of snow, welcomes fresh tracks / I can walk where I please, it helps me relax.
Your words were a sword, that slayed my heart / The beat has slowed down, since we drifted apart.
I'm buried in doubt, no light to see / There's no air to breathe, please hear my plea.
I've done my time, this new day is mine / My path is clear, as I walk the line.
I opposed her words, I did not understand / And now she is gone, but I still feel her hand.
We parted ways, for reasons unknown / The text was clear, but absent of tone.
The Ballad of Little Miss Lazy Head
Comedic break: I'm up for the test, like a crash dummy / No longer timid, no fear in my tummy.
I'll get my feet wet, and hands dirty too / There's no time to wait, and so much to do.
The sun has now set, I am lit by the moon / Today I stepped forward, my life is in tune.
There are no rewrites, life flows like a pen / Use the ink wisely, don't stop to ask when.
The past is history, the future is now / It hasn't been written, it's yours to endow.
The end is unknown, no one can be sure / I embrace each day, to grow and mature.
The wind in my hair, as I climb up high, is now at my back, as I touch the sky.
From the fumes of Jen's giggles: Cans have been cracked, bottle caps twisted / The meaning is lost, drinking two-fisted.
I age with the time, I am not immune / My strings have been played, they're all out of tune.
Without you I'm lost, my heart is in two / If I cry louder, would that convince you?
Dramatic break: Sitting behind bars, crying from my eyes / I ran too fast, told too many lies.
I realize my faults, and how I must change / It's time to step out, to expand my range.
A spark has been lit, and opens my mind / No longer alone, no longer confined.
Comedic break: My tea has passed, and I'm off the pot / I'll seize the day, wearing my ascot.
I was a flower, misplaced from the sun / No light to reach to, no motivation.
A fountain of truth, has poured over me / Pure motivation, to live and be free.
A master of procrastination / Paralyzed by my own introspection.
You made me the way I am, not a finger lifted / Now I am alone, your love for me ungifted.
Comedic break: I took a chance, based upon a flirt / Who would I known, I'd wake up in your shirt.
From here and beyond, you'll see a new me / A little more confident, and a lot more glee.
My days are my own, time no longer wasted / Everyday unique, not copy and pasted.
Like a flower with sunlight, I grow and I thrive / An impasse broken, I feel more alive.
No longer I sit, and let the time die / I'm on the move early, and no longer shy.
I've escaped my slippers, I lace up my runners / No longer defeated, I'm among the winners.
A little less tortoise, and a little more hare / A little less truth, and a lot more dare.
My time burns by like a wild fire / My own self-doubt makes the flames higher.
The fault is my own, being behind these bars / I look out at the sunset and wait for the stars.
A drum is beating, while I play with keys / The beat is foreign, I do what I please.
My mind was closed, but now it's free / Will you forgive, that past version of me.
The darkness of night turns my page / I'm left with my thoughts, alone on stage.
I'm at a crossroads between this and that / Indecision keeps me within my habitat.
I need a new chapter in this tale of mine / Show me the way, I'll follow the sign.
Comedic break: I don't know whether to poo or wind my watch / So much to do, so much Netflix to watch.
I wish you were here, and didn't leave so soon / Do you look down, when I look up at the moon?
Comedic break: I need to get out, and shake off these blues / What better way, than go shopping for shoes.
I need a new challenge - a goal to obtain / A quest to be better, and expand my domain.
My mind is a sponge that needs a squeeze / Ideas without action just blow in the breeze.
Who I will become is up to me / I am the one in charge of my destiny.
My ears are open to take in your advice / I'll follow your direction and not think twice.
My journal has gaps, days unfulfilled / My love was lost, I have to rebuild.
My time slips by, casually aimless / I need some help, to find my compass.
The summer ends, with the change of the leaves / I need to step up, and roll up my sleeves.
Comedic break: I wake up late, a quarter past two / No motivation, or anything to do.
I'm stuck in a rut, and need to get out / A sip of motivation to cure this drought.
This marks the end of our summer romance, You taught me true love and self discipline.
Comedic break: Cut from the same loaf, we rose together / Tonight we'll get toasted, and ride down the gutter.
I miss the old days, but I am not old / Change expedited, future unforetold.
At night in my house, I'm never alone / A presence is here, evil to the bone.
My mug has rings, they mark each pause / I sit and I write, with no purpose or cause.
Isn't it great, to not really grow up / To sleep in late, and then fly to Europe.
We hop to the chalk, no worries or cares / We play until dark, and we leave in pairs.
I've taken your hand, you've guide my way / But now you are gone, I can never repay.
Our routine broken, by a cold blunt sign / Our coffee shop closed, our place to unwind.
Like the leaves, I too have changed / We both fell from home, paths rearranged.
I walk the coastline, atop eclectic rocks / My mind is at ease, while out on these walks.
I'll get you in the morning, I'll get you at night / I'll sneak up behind you, in the absence of light.
Off to the market, like a little piggy / I talk to myself, to feel a little witty.
It's time to make my confessions / There is no hiding from my actions
May I have a second chance / Correct the missteps of this dance
It follows me, it won't let go / Can't move ahead, it runs the show
Moving forward means going back / Align my life, back on the track
Just like Adam, I bit the fruit / And here you come to prosecute
Realized fate appears too late / Even though I knew the date
You're on the hunt, I'm on the run / No taking back, what I have done
Built this little home of lies / Your knock comes at no surprise
I went too far, tilted the game / Need a quarter, to try again
My fate is out of my hands / No one helps or understands
Whether or not I can rebound / In the end, we're all underground
Comedic break: Thrill of the crime, ends on bedsprings / Where we're going, we won't need wings
Free your mind, let it be / Take my hand, dance with me
A match is tossed on the bridge / Destiny carries no baggage
If we're really meant to be / I know that you'll stand by me
I fly along the edge / A step back from the ledge
I cheat and I gamble / I do it 'cause I'm able
You've become my addiction / Leading me to destruction
All I've done, I did for you / Stay with me, to see it through
Learned so much the tears are sweet / Thankful for the next heart beat
Took for granted and gambled / Left beat up and disabled
Lived with no consequence / Rebuilding my confidence
Scars left as a reminder / Tough love made me wiser
A second chance is all I need / To give me fuel to succeed
Even with my good intentions / Love is lost and all my fortunes
Did wrong by going alone / With hindsight I would have known
Check my past before you judge / You have no grounds to hold a grudge
A rising sun marks a new day / Fingers crossed, it goes my way
Life's a game that I have lost / I fall asleep from the exhaust
Second chances off the table / I turn to God and the bible
All I've done, all I've earned / Thrown out, and overturned
The clouds clear way too late / A victim of my own fate
Evidence damning, I am f%$ked / I'm on a path to self destruct
Marriage torn, kids estranged / Nothing done can be changed
Head in hands, mind gone numb / Who is this man, I've become
The punishment fits the crime / Behind bars I pass the time
An honest guy, led down a bad path / Lessons learned in the aftermath
The ring is gone, was it meant to be? Was she my lady of destiny?
A stroke of luck makes me cocky / I have to pull out, before I get sloppy.
Sacrifices made at high cost / All to prevent a love gone lost
The lump of guilt is swallowed hard / The pawn slip is buried in the yard
The deals were made, the stakes were high / Payment is due, my wallet is dry
The bet was won, the ring saved / Wife unaware, my life repaved
What has passed cannot be changed / and my future feels prearranged
Comedic break: I invite Mary-Ann over for tea / She asks me why, and I said destiny.
A repeating dream, more real as it loops / I want to get there, navigate the hoops.
Who will I become... vague uncertainty / Question gone silent... unknown destiny.
I hold a lost shoe, found on the dance floor / Will I ever find, that girl evermore?
A series of steps, aligned to the beat. / Moves predetermined, driven by our feet.
It's a hot summer day, and I'm in luck / I can hear the sound of the ice cream truck
I walked out on stage, with my script and I froze / What if I'm no good, and they throw tomatoes?
The nachos were dipped in the cheese with care / Soon I'll need help to get out of my chair
Chocolate delights and creamy dessert / good judgement comes second to comfort
We need a new topic to get things going / Wanna vote in the comments to get things flowing?
If you need extra credits, just let me know / Don't create empty accounts just for show :)
Hookist is better than anything on TV / Hanging with M. Ocho, Shefik, Daniel and WTD!
You guys are awesome, to play in the off-season / We all have a blast, and don't need a reason
Lora Louise Nichols' Title Suggestion: My Darkened Uncertainty
Title: The Twig That Snapped My Mind
Title: Memories Unassigned
Title: Forgotten Yesterdays
Title: Recollections Changed
Title: Hookist Part Deux: Deja Vu
Title: Fabric of Time, Ripped
Title: Ripped Fabric of Time
Title: Walky Talky To Myself
Title: Looped Experiences
Title: Flash of Recognition
Title: A Walk In the Park
Title: A Diary Left Behind
Title: The smell of Recent Rains
Title: (A) Forgotten Dream
Title: Known and Nameless
We're twins, I wish to be twinless / from my own mind I stab at thee
Ghostly figure, pale and boneless / Do tell me not, what you foresee
You're a live wire, makes me anxious / Just go away and let me be
For all the good, and the badness / We share a common history
Save me from my mental crisis / I need your answers to be free
My mind, caught up in deja-vu / My thoughts are a toxic hellstew
A old one from my notes that didn't fit the spec: Bloodshed upon the shards of my mirrored past / Life is so fragile and passes by so fast
Thanks to you my fears are doubled / Left with my thoughts, deeply troubled.
Thanks to you my fears are doubled / I'm left my thoughts, deeply troubled.
Deja vu is an evil curse / From life, to love, to death, to hearse.
Deja vu is an evil curse / My hopes are lost, my dreams disperse
A half read chapter with no mark / Hazy pathways, thick and dark
Deja-vu, all over again / Sandstorms in my garden of zen
Stabbed, mentally knifed in the back / Think you know me? You don't know Jack!
Off Topic (But Awesome) - CONGRATULATIONS to Robert S. Hall! Thanks for sharing a photo of Evelyn - hope everyone is doing well. Cheers.
Doctored story, altered photos / Doubled voices, haunting echoes
Portrayed and betrayed, running free / Omen of death, disguised as me.
An anxiety rush turns euphoric / The haze clears and I become cathartic
The stories from another place and time / Only vaguely line up with those of mine
Comedic Break: Captain Hook smoked hookah as hookers kissed / Inspiration came to write to Hookist
Am I dreaming of a time yet to come? / I want to wake to escape this hokum
My footsteps feel deeper than they should be / On a path to new opportunity
I can see myself, through the looking glass / The vision fades as I meet an impasse
A forgotten time and forgotten past / My mind's eye sees beyond the looking glass
Are they writings of a doppelganger? Or just a coincidental error?
I refocus my thoughts, logic breaks through / I am experiencing deja-vu
Crude Comedic Break: A puppet with someones fist up my ass / Making me relive actions from my past
I feel raped in my mind - violated / self-identify theft - devastated
I may be credited as the writer / But feel like a movie extra actor
Pulp and paper, replaced by grey matter / New actions taken, and made to differ.
Saved moments of past events from my life / Both fact and fiction are combined in strife.
The pages are a misunderstood blur / Written by the hand of a ghost writer
I close both my eyes, to force the book closed / Do I dare to act on the pages exposed?
Events highlighted are slightly askew / They fail to lead me to what I should do
A misguided step in the walk of life. A haunting recall makes the brain jackknife.
Ghostly imagery of past recollection. Did this occur before, or was it fiction?
A well known laugh, a silhouette profile, a past love remembered, triggers a smile.
Memories roll with the waves from the sea, an unexpected commonality.
Upon arrival at the rendezvous, feelings of intrigue trigger deja-vu.
The nick of the blade, plasma oxidized. Hangover is cured, memories revised.
Comedic break: The engine rattles, the tail spits smoke. The nightmare invoked a bill that's no joke.
Visions of you, already existed. So romantic, and yet, slightly twisted.
Memories flow in a parallel path. Likenesses revealed in the aftermath.
The flowers are picked, and arranged just so. Dreams of the outcome, are all that I know.
The audible nuance make me feel calm. An altered display from the back of my palm.
Lightning strikes twice, to the ground of my mind. Focus is lost, a new path is defined.
My life feels like a vivid broadway show. Recasting occurs, the ending I know.
The call of the crow, that flies overhead. Recounts memory of impending dread.
A key is turned to reveal the inside. The new room feels known and demystified.
I saw this before, it seems all the same. My thoughts are vibrating, on the same plane.
A familiar pub, but in a new town. The drinks taste the same, cold, as they go down.
The smell of the air, the look of the moon. Recollections of nights when we would spoon.
We bump elbows as we pass in the crowd. My Sensory perception is aroused.
Fragments recalled by a visual cue. The past is reborn into something new.
And now the ink runs as it starts to rain/ Illegible, just a stain
My pen is dry, the words stop at the wrist. I will return again soon at Hookist.
The smoke at the bar, reaks of stale days passed. Anticipation builds upon the past.
Pardon my embrace, your face I mistook. A girl I once knew, who had the same look.
Seizure onset, a botched rhinal cortex. Hippocampus rocked, a mirrored context.
Comedic break: My words make no sense, conformed to mater. An effort to be, iambic pentameter!
My seatbelt clicks in, to protect my beat. The car smells like you, familiar and sweet.
I treasure the times, that I spent with you. Hope they repeat as, heavenly deja-vu.
The old church bell sways strong through the cold wind, the eerie sound of haunting disciplined.
The sounds of the night, bring feelings of dread. A scene from a film, plays back in my head.
Cars splash the water, my pants start to sob. It happened before, it lost me the job.
`Psychic Moral Dilemma`: Is it premonition, or the past repeating? If I won the lottery, would I be cheating?
I leisure with a book, to let my mind explore. My attempt soon fails, I've read this before.
The needle of my mind, skips and repeats a track. Times with the girl that I'll never get back.
A past memory, a delayed response. You caught me off guard, with your resemblance.
The taste of new love, puts my mind in a stir. My thoughts are lifted, visions spectacular.
The scents around me, trigger fond memories. I'm a nostalgic junkie, chasing the nineties.
My memories slide into parallax, there is a slight delay between the tracks.
I am away from the kindness of friends. Transplanted to new soil, means to an ends.
Walking alone always has me on edge, like a bird perched on a window ledge.
I stroll in the park, to relax my mind. The path is so known, I can walk it blind.
The tall trees cast shadows as they mingle, I walk alone in the park - a single.
I feel that I've lost in a struggle. Memories trapped - confined in a bubble.
The blood on my lip, the pain in my back. Vague memories which I need to backtrack.
I've lost my very identity, is my brain unbalanced chemically?
As I stumble my way across the park, my loneliness is cured by a dog bark.
Comedic break: I feel that I know what you will say, just like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day.
The sights of the town are so familiar, further recollection ends in failure.
The old church bell sways slowly in the wind, the eerie sound of the disciplined.
The sirens break me from my mental thoughts, they scatter all of my connected dots.
The street lights beam through the pouring rain, a repetitive light shining on my pain.
The fear has become so overwhelming, a horror movie my mind is filming.
My path feels travelled, already ventured. My mind has gaps, a script that is censored.
My footsteps feel retraced in the wet mud. My life repeats just as my heart beats blood.
A snapping twig, the blowing breeze / The darkness brings a vague unease
HELPFUL TIP: If anyone is struggling with the concept of iambic pentameter (like I was) - check out this YouTube video. It might seem a little childish - but it'll stick in your head: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArrR66OSa0Q
An old man asks for money on the street, I recall back when I was in that seat.
My mind torments me with thoughts I relive, I wish I could forget - or you forgive.
Comedic break: Oops, I did it again - stepped on your shoe, and I made you trip all over again.
It seems that yesterday is repeating, we sat in this room and in this meeting.
We both exchange a look across the room, have we not met before - should I assume?
I can read it in your face, I've seen it all before. The tears from my eyes, the slamming of the door.
You held the door open, and I recognized your face. You say you are new in town, but I feel that we shared space.
I've been drinking very heavy, my mind begins to play tricks. Are you really beautiful, or a glitch in the matrix?
It is a premonition, or a confused state of mind? These sounds trigger a memory, my thoughts rewind.
We run hand in hand, as we escape from the law. A flashback occurs, when I see the gun withdraw.
A drag off my cigarette, a look across the bar. The scene so familiar, from a time not so far.
We bump into each other, busy strangers in the city. Your apologetic smile, familiar and pretty.
The wooden boards, and its retro interior. The coffee shop brings back, memories so familiar.
You're angry I can tell, by the emoji in your text. I feel that I know, what is coming next.
My prints in the path, become repeats in my mind. The sights so familiar, like memories intertwined.
Triggered by a smell, I feel like I know you. But we've just met, my memory is askew.
Song Topic: Hospital Life
Song Topic: The Unexplained
Song Topic: Nerds and Jocks
Song Topic: Escaping the Law
Song Topic: Under Achievers
Song Topic: Nameless Neighbours
Song Topic: Office Workday
Song Topic: Big City Life
Song Topic: Passage of Life
Song Topic: Kindness of Strangers
Song Topic: Public Transportation
Song Topic: Life of the Waitress
Song Topic: Sounds of the Night
Song Topic: Augmented Reality
Song Topic: Special Moments
Song Topic: Starving Artist
Song Topic: Technology Today
Song Topic: The Good Old Days
Song Topic: Music Industry
Song topic idea: Rich and Famous
Song topic idea: Body Parts
Title: Whom Are We Judged?
Comedic break title suggested by my Wife: I Think We`re Alone Now
Title: A Shot in the Dark
Title: No Strings Attached
Title: Masterless Puppets
Title: The Void Behind the Curtain
Title: The Best is Yet to Come
Title: Our Future, Unwritten
Title: Don't Judge All By One
Title: Avoiding the Tar Pit
Title: At the Brink of Extinct
Title: A Satellite Falls in the Forrest
Title: Fact Turned to Fiction
Title: Goat Sacrifice Unanswered
Title: The Day the Sky Felt Real
Title: Wishing on Machines
Title: Space Dust in the Breeze
Title: Tears of Confirmation
Title: Black Hole Questions
Title: The Sum of Our Parts
Title: Technicolored Gas Clumps
Title: Clumps of Many Colors
Title: Past In Stone, Future Unknown
Title: Cosmic Hunger Games
Title: Facades, Frauds and Gods! Oh My!
Title: Facades and Frauds
Title: The Hunger Drives Us
Title: Final Destination Unknown
Title: What Odds? What Gods?
Title: Bettering Our Odds
Title: Midnight Pondering
Title: God Didn't Shuffle His Feet
Title: Tempest in a Teapot
FROM THE DESK OF LORA LOUISE NICHOLS: `Stellar Scheme`
Title: Afternoons & Teaspoons ;)
Comedic break... Jeopardy answer: `50 Cent` question: This artist would have a penny left over if he posted on Hookist.
Title: "Teaspoons in the Ccean"
Title: "The Strings are Snipped"
Gods and monsters, - we've out grown those. We walk in reality, our intellect grows.
The scales have tipped, which side are you on? A future mystic, or cautiously withdrawn?
Our heroes are honored, in our templates of old. Children are inspired, by the stories their told.
If the icecaps melt, or the sea starts to boil. We'll lift off elsewhere, and dig in new soil.
We guess at the future, walk barefoot in the dark. Will the danger consume us? or are we the shark?
Our temples are museums, filled with history and art. A reminder of the past, and our primitive start.
Now the sun rises, today is a new day. Each day a rehearsal, in our morality play.
All of us are hopeful, no one has any doubt. With the past buried, we clear new room to sprout.
If you're betting on us, the winnings are high. Our future was bleak, and the end was nigh.
We strive for peace, but we're not there yet. Some hold us back, and pose as a threat.
We are just seeds, in the garden of earth. We wish to transplant, to expand our worth.
If we had it all, we wouldn't want more. Our hunger feeds, the need to explore.
Feeding our obsession, pushing the extreme. Beating all the odds, we'll triumph supreme.
Our determination is the wind at our back. Our hopes and dreams fuel our jetpack.
A black canvas awaits, sprinkled with color. Our imagination grows, and earth feels smaller.
Comedic break: Aliens have blended in, that'll be the story. Are my parents human, will be determined on Maury.
Digital hopes sent by rays of light. Not seen during day, but spectacular at night.
Our thoughts and dreams compress to a slip stream. Bouncing from star to star, a technicolor beam.
The haunts of yesterday, are the taunts of today. These demons in my head, will not get their way.
Wrestling with my thoughts, something that I must surmount. I must stay on top, and pin for the 3 count.
Opposing forces rest on my shoulder. One is sober, while the other is smoulder.
I've been injured, not approved to go. My mind is sharp, but my body too slow.
Time is but a window, eventually it will shut. Chances will be taken, for us to crack the nut.
The unknown is our rabbit, - our world, a house of cards. Should we shuffle the deck, or just put up our guards?
Through the looking glass, we look for our rabbit. Feeding our curiosity, our ingrained habit.
Time is but a window, eventually it will shut. Chances are to be taken, for us to crack the nut.
We venture into space, canaries in a cave. With no guarantees, we have to be brave.
I've been damaged, not approved to go. My mind is sharp, but my body too slow.
A blown out candle, on the cake of life. A pie in the sky, the cut of the knife.
What if this isn't our first go around? Are we destined to defeat, or win the next round?
Some can be desperate, and talk to the dead. The smart know when, they're being cold read.
Merely to wish, does not make it so. Actions are needed, for progress to grow.
Do our lives repeat, or come to an end? Are there second chances, to make an amend?
We look to the stars, to connect the dots. Some become thinkers, others - astronauts.
Our path is uncharted, we improvise our way. We dance to the stars, an out of body ballet.
Machines intertwine with nature, dead and alive composed. Our uniqueness paints the earth, beautiful art juxtaposed.
Our pace seems throttled, a rock beneath our pedal. Forcing us to slow down, not going to the metal.
We never truly settle, a new land is not new for long. We look beyond the horizon, and travel beyond the pond.
The dark of night is pen-drop quite, the formations of stars float in space. with no hints of an answer, they form a cosmic poker face.
We give thanks at thanksgiving, and then crack the bone to wish for more. Out appetite never settles, our DNA coded to explore.
Comedic break: The satellite that fell, it fell our my neighbours house. His wife was in my bed, they were on the outs.
When the odds are slim, we just get more creative. Our past reminds us that, challenges are all relative.
Outer space is still a mystery, a dark cloth with holes that bleed light. a twinkling tease to keep us reaching, the gas that makes ideas ignite.
I send out my all, but still don't receive. Is there life out there? I want to believe.
Caught in a feedback loop, preoccupied in our own bubble. It's time to pop the illusion, and build up from the rubble.
A wish is a packaged hope, something that we want true. But nothing is granted for free, we must paddle our own canoe.
Our creations intertwine with nature, carefully crafted and composed. Our uniqueness has painted the earth, like beautiful art juxtaposed.
Our existence in reality, has been thrown out of kilter. Our vision of the world, seen through an Instagram filter.
I am troubled by my mistake, between nature and machine. We've become so familiar, with the automated routine.
I'm in need of some adjustment, I've been stuck on channel 1. The noise has been consuming me, and nothing's getting done.
The detractions of today, have maybe gone too far. it's time to cut the wifi, and go meet a girl at a bar.
I thought I saw a falling star and so I made a wish, but it was just a satellite, and I am just its dish.
With our beliefs boiled down, it's the morals that we keep. as a unique force of one, we plot out the next leap.
Today we start from scratch, the genesis of our generation. A wider view for all, a worldwide reincarnation.
We feel a sense of progress, with our open minded expansion. Our inspiration now echoes through the skies, like a curious child in a mansion.
This day will be remembered, the day the wall came down in our head. We're no longer the sheep following, the ancient scriptures of the dead.
Regardless of our odds, the obstacles to traverse. When all is said and done, we will have put a ding in the universe.
Life is but a dream, but to us it seems so real. Every smell and touch we experience, is just another turn in the wheel.
Today the storms grow stronger, our land more violent than before. We dream of life else where, and work together to explore.
Some had tears of denial, it flowed like a river. The river was god damned, and we buried it with filler.
The gods are not responding, our temples a mere facade. Our odds have not changed, our beliefs were a fraud.
Our internal wars of the past, seem like a childish game. Now we all the underdogs and must work together to rise again.
Our resources are depleting, we struggle to raise our sons and daughters. for the first time in history, we're working harder than our fathers.
We venture out for escape, to be peaceful and explore. Our mantra is simple, avoid interstellar war.
Those who wish to go with us, in this biblical ark to the stars, will have a chance for a new life, beyond jupiter and mars.
Mistakes are guaranteed, and that is how we learn. It sometimes takes a error, to get us beyond the next turn.
We obsess about the stars, it borders on insanity. Some relive past disasters, oh the humanity!
Comedic break: We fear the aliens are coming, they'll ask us to disrobe. Should we fight back, or bend over for the probe.
Doesn't the day 9 addition clash with the POV change that was introduced? We changed the p-o-v from "we" to "them" and now we're back to "we"? Brad is singing the previous version of verse 2. Just confused :)
Our self contained experiment, is exceeding our projections. Should we step in to reset, or continue with imperfections.
They're so fragile, Yet so vigorous. Do we dare oppose them, or just remain mysterious.
Their uniqueness has peaked our interest, Yet we vow to not interfere. They must carry on, and choose where to steer.
They embrace change, and have beaten the odds. Who are we to judge, or to demystify their gods.
Our rockets are set, waiting for the last signal to go. Where we'll end up, only our new gods will know.
Do we really need gods, with a path to guide our way? Or are we better off, just going day by day.
Our time burns by, like a fire lit with gas. With little time to pause, and reflect on mistakes of the past.
The future isn't written, it's just the past that we write down. We learn from our mistakes, and pass the knowledge around.
Our space ship was built in a rush, with no time to refine - it's a bit shoddy. If we fall from the sky, will you beam us up Scotty?
The rituals were performed, the temples were dusted. Have our odds improved? Have they even slightly adjusted?
We're not perfect, we've made some mistakes. Now we must transplant, before we raise the stakes.
The jig is up, the strings are snipped. We are set free, but without a script.
Your face says it all, there is no sound. I begin to rise up, from the ground...
Your whispers challenge my intellect, we don't speak the same dialect.
You're taking me from my comfort place, out into the dark reaches of outer space.
You say that you can't interfere, Yet you're talking me from my sphere. You say that I have to go, and that's all I need to know.
Please don't underestimate my whit, believe me that I can handle it.
Your whisper begins to tickle my ear, you reassure me the end is not near.
I hope that I can comprehend, and in the end you'll be my friend.
Although that might seem selfish, perhaps that's just me. But if the end is near, I'd like the first chance to flee.
We've hit the wall of space, I see my reflection... a double! Are we just play things, Trapped inside a big bubble?
Although the journey may be scary, let's remain calm and chipper. I'll be your milky way, if you'd be my dipper...
The future is known, it makes life so intriguing. But until answers arrive, only seeing is believing.
Perhaps the end is not the end, and just the start of new. Hope is our bonding agent, - call it our glue.
Perhaps the end is not the end, and just the start of new. But until I'm in that moment, I'm glad to be with you.
The human smiled back, their stories are both the same. Were they just chess pieces, at different places in the game...
We sent out satellites, to reach far away. And today you've landed, To talk to us today.
We strive for world peace, but still have a ways to go. Perhaps you can help us, with the knowledge you bestow.
Was it our satellites, // or that falling star, // what is it that brought you here, // from so very far
Our lost satelite, // Is what brought you to us. // We knew we weren't alone // You've cleared up the fuss
Some of us are white, some are other colors. All are born from gas clumps, call them our mothers.
To you I'm falling, to me, I'm flying
Silenced by the vacuum of space
Satellite, satellite up in the sky
Submitting this one for phantasmagorical votes.... "TITLE: CREEPY NERD"... I got my eye on you with my satellite, // Saw you at the gym. // and the bar last night. // I'm the creepy nerd with his phone all aglow. Tricked you into a downloading an App. // that keeps me in the know. // Go buy shoes, // Go ahead off to work, // There's no where you can go, // that I can't lurk.
A wish you may, // A wish you might. // But make it fast, // 'Cause I'm falling tonight. // My time here is done, // And now I have to drop. // As everything that lives, // Eventually... will stop. // You get your wish, // and I get to rest. // It's now my time, // and probably for the best.
Circling around up in space, // beamin' shit down to the human race. // They don't judge, they're just machines, // Enabling the picture on our TV screens. // Way above the junk, shine the lights of the sky // They look down upon the trash and flicker with a sigh. // It wasn't always this trashy in space, // They patiently hold out for the end of the race.
Marty Dodson commented on jerrybrace's lyric:
"I like the visual to kick off the song!"
(more)"A handwritten note poked into a jar / A keepsake of times that we've come so far. (Going with a gratitude jar idea here. I think it could be a good method to relay some storytelling between people in a relationship.)"