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Eventually
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
I am out of my mind,
walking on the edge of lunacy.
There is a comfort here
that defies sanity.
The responsible,
reasonable me.
Talking to myself
engaged in philosophy.
Laughing at my feet
as if they knew where
I’m going.
You can’t get there
from here.
Such an ugly
understanding.
But I crawl back in
anyway. Because…
I have to be here
to get there.
Which is neither
here or there.
But I don’t mind…
eventually.
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Eventually
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
I am out of my mind,
walking on the edge of lunacy.
There is a comfort here
that defies sanity.
The responsible,
reasonable me.
Talking to myself
engaged in philosophy.
Laughing at my feet
as if they knew where
I’m going.
You can’t get there
from here.
Such an ugly
understanding.
But I crawl back in
anyway. Because…
I have to be here
to get there.
Which is neither
here or there.
But I don’t mind…
eventually.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Old Love
Old Love
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Old Love
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Young love is so supple,
wide eyed and innocent.
It dances with promises,
before sunrises can prove
shadows of fantasies.
It breaks so easily,
shattering minds like glass.
Hearts rendering reality
and picking up pieces
of broken promises.
Trying fruitlessly
to mend unrealistic perfection,
youth grows wise while
stitching time and learning to sow…
seeds and manage healthy roots.
The soul is a scared garden… and
some say it’s callused love
or selfishness that demurs delineation
but Old Love knows there’s no such thing,
as love without limitation.
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Old Love
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Young love is so supple,
wide eyed and innocent.
It dances with promises,
before sunrises can prove
shadows of fantasies.
It breaks so easily,
shattering minds like glass.
Hearts rendering reality
and picking up pieces
of broken promises.
Trying fruitlessly
to mend unrealistic perfection,
youth grows wise while
stitching time and learning to sow…
seeds and manage healthy roots.
The soul is a scared garden… and
some say it’s callused love
or selfishness that demurs delineation
but Old Love knows there’s no such thing,
as love without limitation.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Birds Eye View
Birds Eye View
by MrDaMan & PreMedia
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Luis Medina
Spread your wings and fly,
You/Let’s dare to fire/reach the sky,
Your/Our choice predator or prey,
you’ll/we’ll not be the victim today.
Higghhhhh
Way up high you fly…
Spiraling in the sky,
it ain’t what you know,
it’s what you don’t that fires the soul.
Round and round you fly,
your hunger a pressing why,
I can feel for you,
but can’t make you think.
And you don’t have to try
Just Fly………………..
We’re angels with ruffled feathers,
ground bound and looking at you
We’re straining against the devils tethers,
Caged/Lost souls giving God his due,
Raging spirits of all kinds of weathers,
Free of mind but wishing we knew…
Imaginations of unlimited pleasures,
tied to the pain of reality’s brew,
Drunken on the illusion of chaos/madness and sanity
A birds eye view will just have to do.
Birds Eye View
by MrDaMan & PreMedia
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Luis Medina
Spread your wings and fly,
You/Let’s dare to fire/reach the sky,
Your/Our choice predator or prey,
you’ll/we’ll not be the victim today.
Higghhhhh
Way up high you fly…
Spiraling in the sky,
it ain’t what you know,
it’s what you don’t that fires the soul.
Round and round you fly,
your hunger a pressing why,
I can feel for you,
but can’t make you think.
And you don’t have to try
Just Fly………………..
We’re angels with ruffled feathers,
ground bound and looking at you
We’re straining against the devils tethers,
Caged/Lost souls giving God his due,
Raging spirits of all kinds of weathers,
Free of mind but wishing we knew…
Imaginations of unlimited pleasures,
tied to the pain of reality’s brew,
Drunken on the illusion of chaos/madness and sanity
A birds eye view will just have to do.
Birds Eye View
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Living After While
Living After While
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Wistful winds play with the scent of summer,
honeysuckle and bees, beer and a buzz,
baseball, TV… and children in the yard.
minutes passing by one second at time,
slow motion living thick and rich
Breath in breath out ain’t this what it’s about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
Ummmm you can feel the forgetful breeze of yesterday’s sorrows.
This ain’t no time to think about the struggles of everydays tomorrows.
I look again one more time into her eyes, and find the love of deep blue sky. Breath in breath out, ain’t this what it’s all about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
honeysuckle and bees, beer and a buzz,
baseball, TV… and children in the yard.
minutes passing by one second at time,
slow motion living thick and rich
Breath in breath out ain’t this what it’s about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
Ummmm you can feel the forgetful breeze of yesterday’s sorrows.
This ain’t no time to think about the struggles of everydays tomorrows.
I look again one more time into her eyes, and find the love of deep blue sky. Breath in breath out, ain’t this what it’s all about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Playing With Fire
Playing With Fire
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Yeah one good ‘ole boy with a foot in the grave,
tied to heavens hell as a mortal slave,
A sin city sinner one more soul depraved
Awaiting Saint Peter for the final grade.
Back up Saint Peter
my souls against the wall,
send me to hell,
I’m ready for the fall.
Tell the devil I’m comin and I’m wrapped in barbed wire,
my spirit’s restless and likes playin with fire.
My jaw ain’t just jack’n, I aim on attack’n
these bones may be old and brittle and crack’n
but if hell’s got gin I don’t intend to be slack’n
Lucy will probably give me one hell of a beating,
but I’ve had worse than that at a revival meeting.
The preachers there told me my prospects were fleet’n
But the Lord knows I refuse to be beaten
Come on devil,
I’m on the level,
heaven’s too dull,
I’m here to gnaw on yur skull,
I’m gonna revel in the pleasure of your pain,
I’ve been alive, I’ve been insane,
yeah I know you devil… we are the same.
tied to heavens hell as a mortal slave,
A sin city sinner one more soul depraved
Awaiting Saint Peter for the final grade.
Back up Saint Peter
my souls against the wall,
send me to hell,
I’m ready for the fall.
Tell the devil I’m comin and I’m wrapped in barbed wire,
my spirit’s restless and likes playin with fire.
My jaw ain’t just jack’n, I aim on attack’n
these bones may be old and brittle and crack’n
but if hell’s got gin I don’t intend to be slack’n
Lucy will probably give me one hell of a beating,
but I’ve had worse than that at a revival meeting.
The preachers there told me my prospects were fleet’n
But the Lord knows I refuse to be beaten
Come on devil,
I’m on the level,
heaven’s too dull,
I’m here to gnaw on yur skull,
I’m gonna revel in the pleasure of your pain,
I’ve been alive, I’ve been insane,
yeah I know you devil… we are the same.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Enter at Your Own Risk
Enter at Your Own Risk
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Enter at your own risk,
the boots of your brothers will trample you the way.
Someone’s guilty of your forced entry into this world.
You came screaming from the vaginal cage,
covered in blood and looking for a fight.
You spin on a blue ball, that spins on a yellow ball,
that spins on a black hole that spins on a center of a beginning far, far away.
We trespass on balance, tipping on edges of gravity caressing gentle
brute force inventing reality from imagination.
We are something from nothing, the footprints of primordial ooze
making rules with anarchy’s boots. Filling chaos with dreams.
Passion and pain finding pleasure in the shadows of light,
what meaning there is, divine impressions of sanity,
elusive wings of empathy swim in oceans of cold black,
enlightening the way with beams of thought unfocused,
making something out of nothing.
Enter at Your Own Risk
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Defiance
Defiance
by MrDaMan (Randy)
Virgil R. Hall II
Lost and found
dreams of easy street
shuffling happy feet
floating off the ground
greeting everyone one you meet
with smiles that are meant to beat
it ain’t gonna get me down
Cause I’m gonna own this town.
It ain’t the pennies, the nickels and dimes,
it ain’t the quarters, the dollars and times,
it ain’t the squalor the hatred and crimes,
that ain’t the city that I’ll make mine.
It’s the people of ambition you meet on the street,
The love of civilization of the skyscraper beat,
It’s the hiya how ya doin that makes it all sweet,
Get the hell out’a the kitchen if ya can’t stand the beat.
Come on, let’s get it on, let’s roll,
Come on, let’s get it on, let’s roll,
I’m gonna burn like fire consuming a soul,
I’ll be rolling like a rock and rocking the roll.
Come on, let’s get it on, let’s roll.
Lost and found
dreams of easy street
shuffling happy feet
floating off the ground
greeting everyone one you meet
with smiles that are meant to beat
it ain’t gonna get me down
Cause I’m gonna own this town.
by MrDaMan (Randy)
Virgil R. Hall II
Lost and found
dreams of easy street
shuffling happy feet
floating off the ground
greeting everyone one you meet
with smiles that are meant to beat
it ain’t gonna get me down
Cause I’m gonna own this town.
It ain’t the pennies, the nickels and dimes,
it ain’t the quarters, the dollars and times,
it ain’t the squalor the hatred and crimes,
that ain’t the city that I’ll make mine.
It’s the people of ambition you meet on the street,
The love of civilization of the skyscraper beat,
It’s the hiya how ya doin that makes it all sweet,
Get the hell out’a the kitchen if ya can’t stand the beat.
Come on, let’s get it on, let’s roll,
Come on, let’s get it on, let’s roll,
I’m gonna burn like fire consuming a soul,
I’ll be rolling like a rock and rocking the roll.
Come on, let’s get it on, let’s roll.
Lost and found
dreams of easy street
shuffling happy feet
floating off the ground
greeting everyone one you meet
with smiles that are meant to beat
it ain’t gonna get me down
Cause I’m gonna own this town.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Crush
Crush
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Crush suede soul gone velvet smooth
Crushhhhhh
On the jagged edges of strife, rolling with the punches and weaving with your hunch’s, this is your life.
Eclectic spirit jazzed on a spike hearted groove,
ummm Red shoes… I’m paying empathy’s dues.
You gotta move, you gotta move
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Crush suede soul gone velvet smooth
Crushhhhhh
On the jagged edges of strife, rolling with the punches and weaving with your hunch’s, this is your life.
Eclectic spirit jazzed on a spike hearted groove,
ummm Red shoes… I’m paying empathy’s dues.
You gotta move, you gotta move
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sharpwater
Sharpwater
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Its what your dreams are made of.
It’s what your fears are made of.
It’s what your life is made of.
Star dust in a black box,
imagination stressed to reality,
starving within for knowledge without.
Streaming consciousness pressed to the
souls window, enthralled by all that glitters.
Elements of matter, enlightened by curiosity,
and energized by shadows of doubt.
Stretched across the breadth of mind,
emotional experience beats its rhythm,
upon a passionate universe, exploding in
chaos and patterns of quantum dissonance.
It’s what your dreams are made of,
animals and gods of the night sky.
It’s what your fears are made of,
shadows and the unknown force of mortality.
It’s what your life is made of,
the dust of stars who’s light has traveled
billions of years to greet you.
We dance under the weight of the gravity
that permeates the vastness of everything.
We think and we know, we think, we know.
A pleasurable pain is all that remains.
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Its what your dreams are made of.
It’s what your fears are made of.
It’s what your life is made of.
Star dust in a black box,
imagination stressed to reality,
starving within for knowledge without.
Streaming consciousness pressed to the
souls window, enthralled by all that glitters.
Elements of matter, enlightened by curiosity,
and energized by shadows of doubt.
Stretched across the breadth of mind,
emotional experience beats its rhythm,
upon a passionate universe, exploding in
chaos and patterns of quantum dissonance.
It’s what your dreams are made of,
animals and gods of the night sky.
It’s what your fears are made of,
shadows and the unknown force of mortality.
It’s what your life is made of,
the dust of stars who’s light has traveled
billions of years to greet you.
We dance under the weight of the gravity
that permeates the vastness of everything.
We think and we know, we think, we know.
A pleasurable pain is all that remains.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Breathtaking
Breathtaking
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The end comes with such alarming speed as time accelerates from the beginning. Zero to sixty in sixty years, from the daze of discovery through fields of wonder. To meadows of bones of contention. Wizened spirits compete for soul comforts even as the twilight dims on the horizon.
Far off and away there are souls in the centers of galaxy’s devouring the density and weight of star dust. So dark they can’t be seen but felt as their influence can not be denied. Perceptions of universal gravity conceptualizing time.
What law of reality conceives something from nothing?
Consumers of beginnings and endings, and of the ticking space in between. Scrabbling in concept and clawing at the fabric of consciousness, howling in passions of mortality.
Energy contained in flesh, brief sparks of significant something, in something so magnificent it sparkles.
Breathtaking ahhh… so complexly simple.
Breathtaking ahhh… so simply complex.
Breathtaking ahhh…
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The end comes with such alarming speed as time accelerates from the beginning. Zero to sixty in sixty years, from the daze of discovery through fields of wonder. To meadows of bones of contention. Wizened spirits compete for soul comforts even as the twilight dims on the horizon.
Far off and away there are souls in the centers of galaxy’s devouring the density and weight of star dust. So dark they can’t be seen but felt as their influence can not be denied. Perceptions of universal gravity conceptualizing time.
What law of reality conceives something from nothing?
Consumers of beginnings and endings, and of the ticking space in between. Scrabbling in concept and clawing at the fabric of consciousness, howling in passions of mortality.
Energy contained in flesh, brief sparks of significant something, in something so magnificent it sparkles.
Breathtaking ahhh… so complexly simple.
Breathtaking ahhh… so simply complex.
Breathtaking ahhh…
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