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Ozarts Inside Ozarts Grand View Stories By the Baron
1) Shark Bait - Poetry with a bite.
2) Freedom - Let it reign.
3) Toe Cheese - Squish it good!
4) Little One - No funny words for this one.
5) The Morning Song - Sing it every morning and be happy.
6) Primordial Ooze - Squeeze it out.
7) The Weenie Song - Sing along.
8) Rise - Shake off the chains.
9) Wham! - Wake me up before you go go... Just kidding!
10) Damn It! - and all it implies
11) Flight of the White Dove - For all of us who know what minimum wage stands for.
12) I - that's right I
13) Old Man - Get out of my head!
14) I AM ME - And you should be you.
15) Letter From the Darkman - A plea to predators and child abusers.
16) Hmmmmmmmm - Thinking, thinking, thinking... okay that's enough
17) Wake Up - Is anybody out there?
18) Freebird - For my little buddy, who kept me company on a 17,000 mile VW Bus ride across country and kept me sane in Hollywood; not an easy task.
SHARK BAIT
I'm here.
No, not over there,
RIGHT HERE!
My space is open. Let's sit and share.
What the hell, maybe even care.
What do I have to say to you?
Why should I?
Why should you Bother?
Hey Fuck Man I'm your brother.
10 SECONDS
9, 8, 7,
Got it yet?
4, 3, 2-----------------1.
That's right
That's what you've got when you're all alone.
1.
FUCK THAT!
Open up, shake it up.
Take back the present.
Take back the NOW.
Take back the PLANET!
You want to cry?
You want to Die?
FUCK YOU!
I want to live my life and do what's right inside me.
Life is one big wave.
RIDE IT. Feel the power of today.
So what, if crash and tumble.
The game's not meant to be played,
without at least one fumble.
You can't give up for
fear of being humble.
Cause if you don't try,
you're only telling the world one thing.
FUCK YOU & FUCK ME.
I Choose not to see!
As for me, I'd rather take a chance on glory,
than to float away just,
to cower another
day.
A word taken for granted
as long as, it is not lost.
A word indefinable,
as it carries its own meaning to each of us.
Yet a word, by any definition, worth fighting for, at any cost.
In the islands,
a Bahamian mother holds up her three-year-old boy.
"He's not going to waste his life diving for lobster. He's going to be an engineer."
How could I tell her of the hours of captivity,
I spent huddled under florescent light that bleached my skin, studying tech manuals on machines that cared nothing for life.
How I envied her son, his chance at Freedom,
Diving in warm, clear, waters with nothing more to worry about than the occasional Hammerhead or Tiger Shark.
At least predators in the wild
are clearly marked,
with jagged teeth and ferocious faces.
Not the silky sort of cannibals, with smooth lines, polished smiles, and blow dried hair.
Who cruise offices, streets, and bars,
Looking for a flash of exposed flesh,
Ready to tear, eat, and move on.
Maybe it is the predators that are free.
Free of Guilt, remorse, no loss to feel,
Or is it the chance to feel,
where Freedom lies?
In fact I have no answer at this time,
Other than, I make my trades each day.
Each another bar over my
window of light,
another shovel of dirt for my grave.
But from within that cell
of an unfocused world
around a focused mind,
I continue my fight.
I do what I have to do
to stay free in my dreams,
Where possibly the only true freedom lies.
For me the dream is to write,
and hope that someday,
it will support me
instead of me it.
For then,
at least for a moment,
I will know
Freedom.
Excuse me for not being a Lawyer and tangling the world with more words, in an hour, than can be spoken in a day.
Sorry for not performing superfluous surgery to pay for my Porche and a Pro to help my golf game that has gone astray.
I’m sorry my car is inadequate. My principles are obviously all wrong. What am I thinking? I’m in decay! I should work instead of play!
AND
I know, somewhere, I can find a bit of life left to steal. I should seek it out and conquer it with zeal!
No, I think not.
FUCK all those catering, self-serving, cow paddy pate’, sucking up life with ideas older than granite. Thinking if you can buy the world, you own the planet.
You’re TOE CHEESE. You make skies gray.
Wake up you silly assholes. As long as you’re willing to sell your soul to set the standard, and butcher those who don’t, that is all your world will be. And in it, they’ll be NO ONE left to be FREE.
Then TOE CHEESE will be the Brie of the day.
And NO ONE, no one, will be allowed to play.
There is a place
Dark and Secret.
A place of unrest,
A place where the little ones are put to the test.
You can't see it in the light of day,
Smiles, politeness, and manners, get in the way.
But touch it, it will burst and spray.
It's a place where the skies are always gray.
For those little ones who survive it,
it's a place that will never grow cold.
Those who don't,
Never grow old.
So,
Who are the little ones?
Why do they wait for that sound
that goes Clap, in the night,
disturbs small birds into flight.
When a belt cuts the air like a knife,
and words, more clever than leather,
Cut and drain every bit of life.
To make the little one feel,
Nothing about him is real or right,
taking away his last breath of fight.
Have I done any wrong today?
Is it all right if I play?
When the door bursts open and the lights grow dim,
Will I be found guilty of yet another sin?
As I stand here now,
A life time away,
Looking forward to where I'm going,
Looking back at where I've been,
I detach and rationalize,
I harden and set my face and eyes.
For it's me down there, soul naked, ass bare,
trying to make believe I care,
For something that should be,
could be,
But just isn't there.
Though it wasn't the belt that chased me through the night.
It wasn't leather that gave me fright.
It was those words that came from such a dizzying height.
Pounding, crushing, cutting, tearing me away
with tremendous might.
Until I collapsed into a heap, unable to speak or fight.
I could only listen and cringe,
As my father took his perverse Revenge.
For a childhood I would never see,
A childhood that was never meant to be.
When I'd recoup and stop ducking for cover every time he was near.
He would start again to replace the fear.
Each time it took longer and suddenly I realized
I was stronger than I'd ever been
and that my life was not a sin.
So began the fire with that enlightened glow.
Now I stoke it and keep it burning bright.
Nothing will ever put out my light.
I will never give up the fight.
I will always be free.
That is what being a little one, in the dark,
did for me.
May new horizons come up with every sunrise.
May they never be shadowed with pain or regret
for the day that has past.
May the future never be set or cast,
AND GOOD FEELINGS AND LOVE LAST.
May the day dawn on me
and show me something more to see.
Help me find all that I can be.
Help the world to be better.
Help us all
To be
Free.
uaresheiscouldbewhatifcanbeloveifyoutrygivetotheworldandweallcanlearntofly.
(To the tune of Oscar Meyer Weenie song.)
Oh I wish I could live my life in total freedom.
That’s the way I’d truly like to
Be-e-eeee.
Cause if I could live my life in total freedom.
Everyone would be in love with me.
Die you malformed, restrictive, obsessive, blinding religions.
Crawl back through your twisted boroughs of deceit, shameless self indulgence, and holey interest in purification for profit.
I’ll not don your blinders, blocking the varieties of life that surround me.
Or repeat your scripture to sterilize my mind of free association and conception.
Nor become a clone, without thought, meaning, or purpose.
I’ll not bloody my hands and feet upon your cross, for sins I did not commit.
Nor bruise my knees begging forgiveness for being what I am.
Nor repeat you mantra.
Or chant for the glory of one who praises pain and suffering above all else.
I’ll not memorize the past to make my future,
Closing my mind from expansion,
Diving nails in the freedom of original thought.
If they allow that someone once thought for themselves,
Why is it so implausible, such a sin, for someone to do it again?
I choose to search for my own answers and when I find them I will seek new questions.
TO HELL with giving up on life!
TO HELL with becoming some ancient repose.
I’ll not clasp my hands in prayer to some ineffectual god,
Who expects only to be answered to, not to answer back.
Who blames all bad things on freedom of choice.
Then takes credit, for all things good, as answered prayer.
As if it were our vocation to live in misery.
Any vacation from that palace of doom, being great reward,
A biscuit thrown to one of Pavlov’s slobbering dogs.
I CAST OFF THIS PRISON OF SHAME!
I raise my head and I STAND.
If need be, Stand Alone.
And not is some guilt ridden, forbidding, zone.
Where they ladle out crimes as soup to the hungry,
And sin is worn like a suit of lead.
Weighing, pulling, driving you down,
Making you feel you are less deserving than spit on the ground.
BE NOT A WHIPPED SLAVE!
Rise!
Rise as the fiery Sun to the Sky!
Rise!
Rise and face down the ridiculous shame, the Sheppard's cast upon their flocks.
Throw it aside.
Tear it away.
Claim your right, to seize the day!
Rise, great and blue, from the dark depths.
Spit out the stale air of righteousness and regret.
Breathe in the breath of untainted thought.
Rise.
Rise and be vulgar to those who would be vulgar to you.
To those who say you are nothing without their god,
Say; he is nothing to you.
Write your own bible.
Record your own thoughts.
And never let it be through.
For that is when your life is over,
When your life contains nothing new.
SO,
RISE.
Rise and face the world as you were meant to.
Rise and face the world as yourself,
Whomever your self might be.
THEN, then,
You will Rise,
Rise
And be free.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
The mouse ran up the clock.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I think I need
a doc.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Am I just in shock?
Or is life, as we know it, really just a crock?
DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
DAMN IT!
I've fucked up again.
Made a major decision in haste
and made a pile of waste.
How can we grow in world
that holds a man hostage with every check?
Where the signatory,
has the right to Humiliate and banish respect.
Take the security of another,
at the whim of a mood,
However crude.
Searching through, urine, feces, analyzing hair,
filling our hearts and minds with despair.
Wiring our brains to interface with their rules,
And put a tight grip on our family
jewels.
If one allows dependence on any comfort bought in this world.
Control of one's world is lost.
It now becomes wrapped up in the cost.
The man whose foot is on the throttle of that green fuel,
suddenly feeds and starves for his own
Driving Pleasure.
Steering your life on an ever wandering path,
from your goal,
From your Soul.
In a society of Forced Conformities,
The Price comes high for Freedom.
BUT, if it's something we allow ourselves to forget.
Something we allow ourselves to surrender,
or trade away,
IT may be more than comfort that is lost.
For it is the loss of self, of being,
Life of the mind,
Feelings that are kind,
And flights of love,
On the wings of the white dove,
That are the comforts
Cost.
I.
i,
I?
I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Got a fucking hard on for myself.
That’s all you hear. That’s all they say.
Is this all that matters today?
Have we forgotten every other word in our Vocabulary?
Are our minds blind B and W reruns?
With nothing new to say?
Have we forgotten each other completely?
Have we forgotten how to play?
CI-VI-LI-ZATION has four eyes in it.
At last count that means,
at least, two humans.
Of course it could any number of humans blind to the world around them.
Civilization is knowing someone else exists,
Someone else is there,
Taking time to care.
It doesn't mean the ability to
Fax in the order for your take out gourmet
with you with your Credit card number
and tip attached.
So you don't have to even a smile or say good day.
Just bring me the food and be on your way.
Stay at home plugged into your tube and watch actors at play.
Where did you go, my friend indeed?
I'm sorry I didn't have time to write.
I'm much too busy, I plead.
There was, Oprah, Donahue and theater Starlight. Now I have another VCR and a laptop too.
How did it happen?
Where did I go?
How could I lose track of me?
How did I get lost upon the technological sea?
Unplug the set and clear your mind.
See what you can find,
If you take a moment to
Be kind.
You don't have to give up your paycheck,
or sell the house.
Or nail yourself to a cross.
Just look for a kinder world
and You’ll find it.
Share it,
and you will find it’s all a little easier to see,
How great life is,
When you’re free.
Hey old man,
Get out of my head.
I can't help it if you feel like we'd all be better off dead.
I didn't fuck up your life.
Or choose this one.
You're the one who gave life to me.
So, god damn it, let me be!
Sins of this,
Sins of that.
Trying to put me down,
Tearing me apart with your Rhetoric Flack.
Fuck it, man, you can't take my life back!
I'm going to be my own man.
I'm going to do whatever I can.
So cram your vicious biting belt in your foul mouth.
And cram your rigid ideas of the Old South.
I can't live in the past,
Or any other old
Die Cast.
I'm not some Taiwan toy.
I'm your one and only little boy.
So don't beat me where the others can't see.
Because I have one life
and I have to be
FREE.
I come in many shapes and shades.
God has followed me
and his brother has chased me
and neither are happy with what I have become.
For I will not worship a martyr, thought I respect his words.
I believe it wrong to worship pain.
I will not take an oath of death,
For I know it wrong to cause pain.
I will side with neither of these devils,
no matter what their guise.
For I know both to be nothing more,
than warring siblings in disguise, each filled with hate, jealously, and fear of being left alone.
They wish only to enforce THEIR chosen beliefs
For the sake of manipulation,
Without conscience to the individual life,
Denying the only true god, of the individual,
Pure knowledge of self.
Following your heart because it is you,
Not because they’ve clubbed or shamed into doing so.
Accepting anything that would keep you from
your personal guides,
that demands your attention, obedience,
First above your pure self,
is to deny the Peace that only Self Knowledge can bring
And the chance to explore the life
The self,
The person
That is
truly you.
Oops, I’m sorry I fucked up your life.
You see I have this fondness for children at night.
Can you forgive me?
You see I get so excited, knowing what I’m doing to your head, by forcing you into my bed.
It is almost more than I can stand, molesting you and you and you.
I know I fucked up your whole life, but is it all right if I just spend a few years in jail? Incarceration is so stifling.
I’ve behaved well, locked here in my cell. I’ve touched no one, they’re all much too big you see.
I’ve stamped thousands of plates and attended church every Sunday.
So won’t you let me out? Let me out where the children play.
Please, you must forgive me. I’ve told the doctors all about my molested past and what it did to me.
You see, it’s really not my fault, my father started fucking me when I was three.
But I’m better now. Won’t you give me a chance?
I couldn’t help myself before, it was the only thing I knew.
Besides, how much difference could it make, if I backslide and ruin another child or two?
Please forgive me. I promise to be good, better, I’ll try.
At least be more careful of being caught.
There, you see. They set me free, without a thought, to make room for the real criminals.
The Kids, they caught, smoking pot.
I used to be sad.
Now I occasionally get sad
And just accept we’ve all been had.
I gave up fighting every day
And started taking time to play.
I stopped writing of death and squalor
And of disappointment and of broken dreams
and all the things that make one’s screams!
I learned a dream can’t break.
If you're alive to close your eyes at night,
the dream will come again.
These things aren’t lost or shattered,
Maybe at times they get a bit scattered.
When bills pile up.
Hills build up.
And it seems like forever since you’ve had a full cup.
Then you’re probably eating your dream and dreams are meant for sleep and lazy daze.
If you devote 24 hrs/per, you're life becomes
A crazy haze.
Don’t take a pill.
Take time to chill.
Don’t forget to live in the light.
Because those who live like creatures of the night,
So very often, die of fright.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
All pure life is almost gone.
The dolphins are dying,
our children are crying,
and once they devour everything pure,
There won't be any life left,
Just humble souls, herded by cowards.
While carnivorous beings mill all spirits into dust,
to snort them into their vacant souls,
trying for some last feeling of life,
before all life is lost.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Don't give in.
Don't give up on yourself.
Don't give up on life.
Live, Damn it, Live!
And make a difference,
Put down tyranny and strife.
Make a point of being here,
Don't let your life
be dissolved by
Fear.
Live the life you were meant to,
And let the world know
You were here.
A dog is a sink to wash out all those things
you can realize no other way.
They love you,
They stay by their side,
Which is you,
the other side of them.
I lost my other side and there were no other sides
to face.
He was my mirror,
He was my ever purifying love.
A dialysis of the day’s events.
A filter of those gaseous, carcinogens,
that cancel out the day
and make smiles
go away.
To always have a friend near you.
To always have an advantage.
He never played a game that lasted longer than a smile,
or a look that gave it away.
And when I was down,
He would bring me his Frisbee,
as if,
it was my crown.
"You want to be free? Follow me.
Out in the fields we will romp and play,
and make it a better day.
Because,
I'm always out there, in the air,
Your Freebird,
to fly away your cares.
I will always be,
And there will always be love for you
in me."
Good night my friend, sleep tight. You had a long and wonderful flight.
Thanks for being there to help me keep up the fight.
Ozarts Inside Ozarts Grand View Stories By the Baron