Batman's poems.
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Be Cruel to the Fool
Ha, ha, ha, look at the fool,
We made him think that he was kewl,
But back behind our knives went stab,
and now he's holy but not so fab,
We know he's nice to have around,
Everyone likes the funny clown,
makes you feel good, but then you tire,
Throw another coal on the fire,
He's all used up so we can skewer him,
And laugh all day at how we barbecued him,
and then when he's done all charred and black,
we'll throw him away in a rubbish sack.
Then we can miss him feel real bad,
But we never did kiss him,
then, why are we sad?
Oh well, he's gone, so not to worry,
If we need him back he'll come in a hurry,
That's what makes a fool so nice,
cause we can burn him more than twice,
and call him back till we tire again
and he will always think we're friends,
Don't care at all if he's alone,
He's just a dog, throw him a bone,
He'll lay tied to his chain,
and we're ok, we feel no pain. -
Lowest Low
The lowest low is here again,
and I don't understand,
these creeping thoughts of suicide,
that take me by the hand,
I don't find life demanding,
and pain's deft fleeting blow,
Doesn't really bother one,
who's lost their fiery glow.
Cause pain leads into numbness,
and the numbness doesn't care,
if this life is good or bad,
cause no one's friends aren't there.
and not they should be at the call,
to catch you everytime you fall,
but once you've fallen pick you up,
and take your hand and offer cup,
of love to let you know you aren't alone.
But if they're never there to know,
you'll never see that love is shown,
and so you'll always bleed life out,
and you will die there is no doubt.
and the only one who said they cared,
couldn't make it to share,
the love you needed so desparately,
and so you're left with only me.
and even I no longer have the time
to deal with life unkind,
and so I just tick down to nothing,
soon there'll be no sound.
But not a soul will care,
because not one of them's around. -
Goodbye All
When everyone had left me,
It made me want to die,
cause I can only take so much,
that makes me want to cry.
And with no friends to call my name,
The pain too much to bear.
I took the pill to end all ills,
Cause life's no longer fair.
To all those folks who used me,
and left when they were done.
I always sat here lonely,
wishing that I had someone.
But all that I befriended,
always left me all alone.
and made me into no one.
and loaded my gun,
and put it to my head,
pulled the trigger now I'm dead.
I wanted a friend so badly,
You all shook your heads sadly,
Took my love and ran away,
So I end this pain today.
Not one of you would call,
I'm not worth saving,...goodbye all.
This is how I feel,
and today this may be real. -
Miss you
Lonely, no one around,
needed someone to talk to,
Said hello to no sound.
No use crying what good would it do,
whats the use of being here,
stuck with my blues.
You work so hard for friendship,
find you've lost,
and with no one to share,
who thinks your worth the cost.
sinking fast into despair.
why go through the motions,
of swimming up current,
when there's no ocean.
no more emotion.
Feeling so small,
and insignificant.
don't even need a place to hide.
the tears I've cried.
Too depressed to care.
Thought I'd see you for that last goodbye,
but you didn't return,
No use to even try.
When you're needed most, you're always there,
But when it's your turn to need,
not a one seems to care.
No one to even give a long goodbye to.
Doesn't matter I still love you. -
Knight Fall
The dragon's flame had burned my soul,
and now I'm pure and charred in hole.
It rid me of the guilt,
that chained me to the lies of past.
It cleared the path of broken brush,
and as I burned I felt the rush,
of spirit taking over life,
and through the smoky haze it cast.
A shadow of my former life,
I looked down and saw sobbing wife
and friends who mourned my passing,
though they never let me know.
While alive I was a lonely one,
and often thought of taking gun,
to put an end to pain,
because I'd clearly lost my glow.
The dragon always tempted me,
but this last time on bended knee,
I bowed my head in honor ,
to receive the blasting heat.
The dragon loosed the fiery blast,
that freed my spirit from the b------'s,
clutching with their claws,
deeply embedded in my meat.
As I broke free of bondage,
I left to start a new age,
speaking only truth and doing right,
to show good folks alive.
That change could come no matter what,
the sins of prior deeds had cut,
A spirit no religion could repress,
with lies and jive.
If you can see through all the smoke,
that burns the eyes and makes you choke,
then maybe you are chosen, too.
to have the dragon's flame purge you.
I'll say that once the deed is done,
you've made it through life's path and won,
Though body charred inside your grave,
your spirit will remain now pure and true. -
Midnight Special
I hear the same old train again.
stormy night ride to the end.
wolf howl whistle penetrates my heart,
in the distance I hear me fall apart.
Harder to kill a thousand roaches with your feet,
scattered as you step, with every beat,
heart on fire with desire.
the flames burning my seat,
walk on fire and not burn?
that's a pain to earn.
But not just yet.
I've found another stop to get,.... off/on.
click the switch with lightening flashes,
up, down, up down, see history's ashes.
Could be I'll visit you.
Have that drink that quenches,
or you'll be one of those wenches.
Always giving me just enough of their love.
to keep me making out on their benches.
touching, tasting, tunnel's darkness,
bright lights on then dagger's sharpness.
It's finished left alone again,
only memories in the end.
After it's over people talk.
like they ever knew how I walk.
One day I'll fall asleep from the gentle rock,
last stop frees hands of clock.
train runs off the broken track,
down the canyon no turning back.
find alive is just a dream,
splash, crash,...flow on down the stream. -
Family Fan
You don't understand,
took my freedom away,
I wanted to write,
be honest in what I say.
But now that you're there,
if I do what I want,
your fantasy intrudes.
and blocks my heart shunt.
I write a small blurb,
and when you take a look,
you think you own my rights,
make my journal your book.
And I try to escape,
so you force me your friend,
and she didn't know,
just what you intend.
it's too bad cause I'll hurt her,
can't trust what you send.
Just another noose,
if I keep her, cook my goose.
You don't have a clue,
you all blew your last chance,
No more room to dance.
So I now sit and think,
take my coffee and drink.
and you don't have a clue,
how much that stinks.
I like myself,
when I'm not on a shelf.
But I have to be free,
to write what is me.
You don't understand,
I'm not what YOU planned.
I'm a stupid old man.
I don't want family fan,
anymore, I've shut the door.
sorry if that hurts more.
But not a one passed the test,
and breaking free is what's best.
But now you took this me.
locked it up.
So I've thrown away the key. -
Silly Suicide Poem
Annie oh Annie go get me your gun.
I'm tired of playing and now I'm no fun.
I won't be good friends, not with anyone.
Click goes the hammer and bang I'm all done.
Terri Oh Terri go get me your blade,
I wanted sweet tea and they gave lemonade,
Cannot be sugary I'm a sour tirade,
Slice goes the knife, and to rest I am laid.
Lisa Oh Lisa, go get me a noose,
I unlocked the hen house and let out the goose,
I'm at war with myself and I can't call a truce,
Choke goes the rope, my soul is turned loose.
Erin Oh Erin go get me cyanide,
My trucks in the shop and now I won't ride,
Since I have no wheels, I no longer have pride,
Gulp goes the poison, at the end no one cried.
People Oh People go get me a car,
I'm tired and lonely, my friend is the bar,
Though these words all flow, my head's in a jar,
Breathe in monoxide, it'll make me a star. -
Broken Past
No, no, no, she cried,
He fumbled in his pants and pulled out the change,
She was crying, no please no,
He placed a quarter to the slot,
it dropped to the ground,
It was hard to pick it up, slippery to the touch,
he could feel it but couldn't shove it home,
she struggled with him for a minute but it went in anyway,
No!.... she was sobbing,
He payed no attention to her and finished quickly.
He pulled the lever and shook the machine, clumsy oaf.
Instead of a Milky Way he found a box of lemon balls,
She was crying uncontrollably now,
you broke it forever she whispered through her tears.
It's one thing to break your own dreams,
but when you ruin another's dreams for a sweet taste of candy,
it often leaves a sour taste forever.
I cried alone with you when I found out.
I want you to know,
That broken machine is still full of sweets,
I hope someone fixed it for you,
so you can taste the sweetness you should have had that night. -
Bloody Christmas
Can't clear the images from my head,
So many children blown up dead,
Don't know why it matters so much to me,
Can't get free.
It's supposed to be Christmas,
Peace on earth,
Happy kids with sugar plums,
funeral dearth.
Clear my head,
of what I don't want to see.
Blood drips down the Christmas tree.
Ho, Ho, Ho,
No, No, NO!
Christmas Bloody Christmas,
Merry f---ing Christmas.
No place to run,
No place to go,
Peace on earth,
nothing to show.
Thinking it must be me,
I do what I can,
but I just can't be,
the one who saves everything.
People have to hear,
take it under their wing.
Give a gift of caring,
instead of blindly staring.
Ho, Ho, Ho
No, No, NO,
Christmas Bloody Christmas,
Merry f---ing Christmas.
The snow fell on a quiet lawn,
Frosty, Rudolph and Santa
lights flashing till dawn,
Plastic images, plastic mind,
plastic money, gold designed.
Corporate heads
bring the world to its knees,
profit without a conscience,
for all the give me's.
Frosty melted, the worlds gone warm,
Rudolph homeless, lost his charm,
and Santa's burning, someone sound an alarm.
And we all are busy, selling our souls,
clutching our gifts, filling our bowls,
laughing at the others as the final bell tolls,...
Ho, Ho, Ho,
No, No, No,
Christmas Bloody Christmas,
Merry f---ing Christmas.
I need to get out, off this selfish curse.
gave all I had including my purse,
Sent those children on their merry way,
Joyous faces all blown away,
Because we're callous
have nothing to say.
I need to get lost in the wood.
to clear my illness, see some good,
where no one can find, me
But before I go,
Peace on Earth friends,
Ho, Ho, Ho,
No, No, No,
Christmas Bloody Christmas,
Merry f---ing Christmas.
Jingle bell, roast in hell,
Deck the halls with bloody face,
God rest ye merry human race.
Silent night, all dead in sight,
Bloody Christmas to all
and to all a good night. -
Lucy and Friends
Lucy passed me in my dreams
giving lonely last goodbyes,
I sit deep quiet lost in thought,
real teardrops filling up my eyes.
Yes, Lucy was a real delight,
she greeted me when I was there,
glance always wanted me in sight,
touched on my hand with love and care.
But now she is on other side,
her life is but a memory,
and that she stopped for no goodbye,
Is how real friends have treated me.
When my close friends have left this earth,
They've always made by visit known,
All let themselves appear to me,
To try and ease my "so alone."
My closest friends are typed on screen,
No touch, no hugs, no dinners out,
that love for me is sight unseen.
Not one brave soul is real, no doubt.
Could be the reason why this is,
Is that we're 'fraid to have a touch,
that finds our soul so deep within,
and not tread softly on our crutch.
Perhaps I'll see you as I go,
once 'pon a time held in a dream,
The memories, will only show,
smiles, so that you don't wake and scream.
The tears you cry will not be sad,
they'll be the happy one's of joy,
That you were blessed you knew me,
You made me act like little boy,
that waded in the stream of life,
although you never showed me love.
So likely you will never know,
my spirit's flown far up above.
And that you don't get time to mourn,
May just be what is really fair.
If only not "so busy" shown,
had been "I'm trying to be there."
That what it is, I may just pass,
you over for that friend,
that didnt seem to me, to be,
so shallow in the end. -
Just My Dogs
How quickly we forget,
the one who gave you wings,
so you could fly and do your things.
How quickly he's nothing again,
treated more like a thing than a friend.
Ignored and turned away,
never asked you to pay.
But then you never asked for things,
kept those nothing owed, bling blings.
You don't have to cherish things given,
or say thanks while you're living.
Given with no expect, living with the reject.
use him up, press eject.
f--- you left in return,
Skewered and tossed on the fire.
Ignored,... he quickly burns.
Good deeds always seem to end this way.
Once used, no one wants to play.
Just remember, as quickly as it came,
it will be taken away, what a shame.
Thats the way it always seems,
To me friendship only a dream.
I wake up to reality.
Alone with just my dogs to keep me company. -
Summertime Friendship
As breezes blow in summertime,
rare as the bluest rose,
Are friendships lasting longer than,
few minutes I suppose.
I've spent my time upon the earth,
just searching for someone.
Who'd think that time they spent with me,
was always having fun.
Each time I crossed a tear stained soul,
with lonely wanting look,
They left me as a reader,
turns the last page of a book.
and places it upon a shelf up high,
It's cover getting dusty, so am I.
My age belies my youth's desire,
to be a wanted man.
To have someone who'll love,
my inner soul just like I plan.
But with each mocking grin,
I dig the hole to rest me in,
and place me six feet under,
after deadly final sin.
To each their own idea of love,
For me there is no god above,
all I ever prayed for
was a friend to make me whole.
It seemed a flight of fanciness,
that no one took a chance with this,
old broken misshaped lumpy piece of coal.
I have to say I had enough,
when no one claimed this diamond rough,
I gave up life itself to find my lonely place to die.
No one could ever look me in the eye,
and say I love you so much,
a hug and a touch,
would have healed me so quickly,
instead of feeling rather sickly,
I would be a completed play,
instead of in the ground today.
Fall in love with your friends,
the morrow's full of ends,
and the one you thought had known your love,
May be the one the maker sends. -
Forgotten Hopes
Who knows why I have to cry
or write these words of pain?
All I know should make me glow,
instead I feel insane,
To be alone, neglected,
like some old mangy curr,
who walks the streets in search of food,
and looks with vacant eyes that blur.
Each time I see one walking slow,
I lose my glow and feel so bad,
To me it's not just mangy mutt,
It's lost old soul, makes me feel sad.
It reminds me there's no one in life,
for lonely ones who walk the street,
to give each one an honest friend,
may help them learn that life is sweet,
and cure them of the vacant stare,
like looking past you distant dream,
for someone who forgot their hopes,
it's just a lonely silent scream.
That no one cares just where,
they lay their head at night,
or that they scare with fright,
anyone they approach.
See most of us who work and toil,
give no excuse it makes us boil,
that these lazy ones exist at all.
But when I see a mangy dog,
I know it's just that we forgot, abandoned, threw,
someone who once looked like me or you. -
Youthfizzle
Where did the days go,
of innocent youth,
When I could be reckless,
carefree, and aloof?
You grow old, forget,
that life can be fun.
Feel sorrow and pain,
and go for the gun.
Before "pull the trigger,"
you think "what's the use,"
in ending it all,
by cooking your goose.
No one will miss you,
although they will say,
if only they knew,
you would be here today.
I think all we need,
is a walk in the woods,
to set those things straight,
compare wouldn'ts and shoulds.
To see what's important,
yourself before trying,
and write down those things,
you will do before dying.
You'll find that the list,
will get longer and longer,
you see much to do,
and find you get stronger.
So many things to try before death,
cause if you don't care,
if you take your last breath.
You may as well try,
to jump out of a plane,
with a big parachute,
or pretend you're insane.
Or surf in the ocean,
or pay for some love,
hop train in motion,
watch birds up above.
Youth never left,
but was hidden away,
You'll find that there is,
one more reason to stay.
So when you feel blue,
and go for the gun,
try finding lost youth,
and reclaiming the fun.
It may not be perfect,
you know life never is,
but you'll find some enjoyment,
by adding that fizz.
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