These are the poems and prose of a guy who once was called Goose. Far from the best in the world, but I hope not the worst. Some are rewrites from real songs, in which case I credit the original author. I am putting these up to share, but please respect that they are mine. Ask if you would like to use them. I will probably say yes, but would like to know.
Quick explaination
Those entries marked with an '*' are songs of someone else that I have corrupted for my own purposes to more fully fit my mood. I do not claim them as my own, and included them only because they were an important part of my mood when I did my little re-write. I do not put them here as anything but a arrowed work.
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
The skies were pure and the fields were green And the sun was brighter than it's ever been But it was still just an illusion that could never be A closeness of fantasy I never really knew
It was always summer and the future called We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all And there was so much left to dream and so much time to make it real
But I can still feel the sting of all the tears so long From a mind that crashed and burned I know I'll never learn why A fate should die so young
We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune We got in trouble but we sure got around There are times I think I see the future in the dark But truth was right behind me and gaining ground
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And when the sun descended and the night arose I heard as destiny cursed everything I’ve ever known The path was dangerous and drunk and defeated And corroded by failure and envy and hate
There were endless winters and the dreams would freeze Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees And the eyes of the night were blank As life hit me again and again and again
I know I still believed faith would never leave, But reality had left me all alone So many fears, so much pain So many wasted years in a life that could never be my own
And though the nightmares should be over Some of the terrors are still intact I'll hear that ugly coarse and violent voice As hell grabs me from behind and pulls me back
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
There was a beauty living on the edge of town And she always put the top up and the hammer down And she taught me everything I'll ever know About the mystery and the muscle of love
She needed help while the stars glimmered And the moon shared glow peering through the night And I took a back seat with my Angel in need Abiding my turn for the joys of life
Those were the rights of spring and we did everything There was salvation for us both within sight We got our dreams reborn and our chains were broke I had chosen a path that was finally right
Then my world came down with a resounding crash And in the pain of my mind I reached for that hand But it was withdrawn, no help was insight Once more I was alone to deal in the dark
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
Then my world came down with a resounding crash And in the pain of my mind I reached for that hand The help had been a one way street in the night Just like always it would ever be.
But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
I'm walking down in the basement I'm leaning on the washing machine I'm reaching back through a hole in the wall's insulation I'm pulling out a bottle of vodka Replacing that with a pint of Jim Bean I'm lying down on the floor until I feel better
It's morning and I pour myself coffee I drink it til the kitchen stops shaking I'm backing out of the driveway And into creation
And the loving spirit that follows me Watching helplessly, will always forgive me
Oh, I want to die alone With my sympathy beside me I want to bring down all those demons who drank with me feasting gleefully On my desperation
I hide all the bottles in places They find and confront me with pain in their eyes And I promise that I'll make some changes
But reaching back it occurs to me There will always be some kind of crisis for me
Oh, I want to die alone With my sympathy beside me I want to bring back all those moments they stole from me In my reverie Darkening days end
Oh, I want to die alone With my memories inside me I want to live that life When I could say people had faith in me I still see that lie in my memory
Oh, I want to die alone With my sympathy beside me I want to bring down all those people who drank with me Watching happily My humiliation
In the wee, wee hours That's when I think about life In the wee, wee hours That's when I think about you You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true
In a wee little room I sit alone and think of the pain In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you I wonder if you still remember All the things we used to do
One little song For a fading memory One little song For a fading memory Of the one I really love With nothing left for me
In the wee, wee hours I sit alone with walls closing in Knowing things will never be As I once hope for In the wee hours all alone Thinking of another path One more that can never be
Once again a fading of mind A life vacant of my wee soul In my wee little world With a heart that has grown cold
I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name
I want to feel, I want to run the race I want feelings to disappear Without a trace I want to take shelter From the poison rain Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name Without the pain, without the blame Where I can hide from the world And the burning mind, a place with no sound And when I go there I go there, I may got to stay Where the streets have no name
The thoughts are a flood And the thoughts turn to rust I'm beaten and blown by the wind The path is only dust I'll show you a place High on the desert plain Where the streets have no name And I can quietly go insane
Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name Where I am not held to blame For actions I did not choose Where it does not matter That I have no more to lose Where the burning sun Can drive away thoughts And leave my mind numb And when I go there This time I might stay Where the streets have no name Where the streets have no name.
Lost out on this highway these high beams, they are blinding me because I would be there if I was a better man
Even at the end of my road I still feel so without a path because I would be there if I was a better man
'Cause I'm hopeless and have no will to change I would I suppose if I was a better man
But it's midnight in my mind so I am only lost in my own reality Or I would be there with my heart where I belong
'Cause I'm hopeless and do not know how to change to be what you need and want I would I suppose if I was a better man
Lost out on this highway the passing cars, they blind me because I would be there if I was a better man
At the end of the day I still am so far from anyplace I want to be because I cannot so worth if I could just be a better man
'Cause I'm hopeless I don't know the way I just have little value I would I suppose if I was a better man
I would like to blame the world I would like to say not in my control but I know in my heart I just am not a better man I am not one any can trust I just am not of worth I would I suppose if I was a better man I am just lost because I am not a better man
It serves me right to suffer It serves me right to be alone It serves me right to suffer It serves me right to be alone
You see I'm living in the memory Of a day that has passed and gone Everytime I see a dream It makes me think of what cannot be Everytime time I think there's a chance
I'm reminded I can never win. You see I'm living in the memory Of a woman I've left behind
It serves me right to suffer It serves me right to be alone It serves me right to suffer It serves me right to be alone
Now I'm living in the memory Of a dead past and a future that will never come
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she’s ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell them a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small
When the men on the chess board Get up and tell you where to go And you just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving slow Go ask Alice I think she'll know
This one makes you happy And this one makes you sad And those two try to help you Do nothing they call bad
The green ones make adjust So you feel nothing out of line The yellow ones make you sleep The red ones keep dreams away
Little white pills To drive away bad thought Except when they make them worse And there attempt comes to naught
Maybe that orange one, or blue Or why not let me have them all They may not actually help But at least then I wouldn't feel at all When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the white knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "Off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head
Owl screams in the night, the voice that rips to the soul The world turns once again through the lifeless void In the Ether of myth old that does not exit
The worms probe earth below to find the shell of death Left for their consumption in mindless indifference Of those no longer of use to men of merit
The spoon displaces not enough sod to matter, even notice Making no progress towards places of rest for the lost Then the inevitable is forestalled yet again
The knife cuts without drawing the physical pain desired No blood is drawn; there is none to be found The flesh stays whole, only the spirit dies
Silent assassin of the night, owl once more passes a shadow Specter of death striking without aware in the night Victim left hollow, with their heart ripped out
Carrion feeder in the sun dines on the remains of the soul Given in love for all time, a pledge, a vow of truth Cast aside by the one who asked all and more
Crumbled body on the trail for those more worthy of return Trod on in disdain, dirtying soles of the pretty peoples As they grind it into the dirt of forgetfulness
The realm once more restored to include only the pristine Those that earn the place by right of birth and might Merit of deeds and truth having no bearing in life
No will of their own, no consequence to those claiming to care Others only discarded after usefulness is drained out Only toys for pleasure and tools to reach an end
The Owl screams once more in the night, no souls left to hear Only those with lives of no merit to every taste the prize Those that feel, those that care, receive not return
Their efforts are nothing more than defilement to the righteous Violation of those with claimed rights of ownership of others To be bold enough to consent to the will of another
Only those few self appointed to life's throne have such rights To self-determination of ones fate, and other they choose The rest being but at their mercy to use or to lose
And the Owl screams again, harbinger of death and all ill Then silently glides away in the night in search Of another still with false hopes to kill.
