After 4x through, I decided to go through Staind’s playlist to see if there are other good ones.
A comment someone made yesterday got my demented brain working on another poem. This doesn’t flow as smoothly as I’d like, but I doubt I’ll ever be able to make anything out of the idea anyway:
Today I heard a rumor that Santa wasn’t real
I watched in confusion as my world came crashing down
So what then was there left for me to believe in?
Maybe they’re wrong, maybe it’s right to lie, cheat and steal!
I heard God laughing as he turned his TV on
to the sitcom of Life, his ultimate practical joke
“We told them life’s a gift, a quest, a search for the zen…
We know it’s just a clusterfuck of three score and ten”
“Forget the fairy tales and happily ever afters
Those writers were smoking crack and swinging from the rafters”
Actually that is very good and creative! A slice of reality written in poetic form is the best. If you was debating a Christian, you would win just by writing a poem like that. I think poetry gets the point across far more better than writing a long list of why you do or don’t believe in God.
I also compare believing in God to Santa or the Easter Bunny. Believe in Jesus? May as well believe in Zuez or the other 10,000 gods people invented over the course of history.
Santa gives you gifts, a fairy takes your teeth
A bunny gives you candy baskets , the world kisses tour feet
Jesus loves you and God is your protector
If you believe in him, you will have a great hereafter
I’m also a liar, who gives you false hope
I dowse myself with holy water, and worship the pope
I’m your inner thoughts, for reality is hard to face
Where all here for a purpose, saved my grace.
Don’t know how good that was. I wrote it in the fly. But I had another thought – if I was a parent, which I’ll never be, I would never tell my kids about an Easter bunny or Santa. I think when a child believes in such myths, there more prone to believe in other myths an adults. I think it’s very important for a parent to tell a child the truth and keep them grounded in reality. Yes children can still pretend, play, and have make velieve, but they also must be fought fact from fiction. Children at that age really look up to parents and believe they know everything and take what they say very seriously. I dunno I could be wrong. It’s just my personal perspective.
Maybe Iif they didn’t believe in Santa they also might be less likely to believe that there are monsters under the bed. If I had a kid who was afraid of that I’d tell him – “I watch the news all the time little buddy, and not once in my life have I ever seen a news story about a monster under someone’s bed….it’s all made up” and give him or her a big hug. I’d also try to explain in the best way I can about what light and dark really is (incase I had a kid who’s afraid of the dark) for example.
PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPERMINT EGG CASTLES
EATEN BETWEEN RYE OF DREAMS….
I STUMBLE DOWN THE STAIRS IN MY CUTIE BOY UNDER…WHERE?
IM LOOKING FOR MY YELLOW DWNCING SHOES
I SEE A GIRL NAMED TODDY, SHES FEELING KIND OF NAUGHTY AND SHE WONT STOP SINGING THE BLUES
…..SHE SINGS
PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES
EATEN BETWEEN RYE OF SCREAMS
OMG LOOK ITS KIRBY THE EXITMENT PANDA
SENT BY GAWDUH TO HUG ALL MY TEARS AWAY
HE GIVES ME KISSES, WITH SUGAR COATED FALSE HOPE
I FEEL SO DIRTY BUT I CANT WASH IT AWAY WITH SOAP
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE AN UNWASHED POPE?
MAYBE ITS BECAUSE I LOST ALL HOPE
MAGGOTS IN MY BRAIN, HOW CAN I HOPE?
GOTTA FIND A POLE SO I COULD GET MORE DOPE
ok that’s a nutzo surrealist one, I love writing poetry so I can try to find meaning in it subconsciously. What does this poem mean to you?
Haha I’m interested in seeing what other people’s personal definitions of this surrealist piece of insanity is. I write a lot of poetry. Some serious, some funny, some political, and some crazy.
I mostly just listen to classic rock, so not a lot of surprises there. Since I’ve been on this site, though, my horizons are expanding. You now have me listening to Staind. Certain other persons have me listening to Portuguese pop rock. Sheesh, by the end of the year, I’ll be spending my evening watching Youtube videos of New Guinea mating dances.
Here is another stupid one I’m gonna do off the fly… “A Gasm Named Or”
There once was a gasm who’s name was Or
Watering the garden was her favorite chore
Red faced men volunteering with glee
Water hoses in there pockets, and soil to seed
I want you to listen to this even if it’s not your thing. This has been my song since it came out in 2009. It fits me because everyone thinks I can be a hit on for a lifetime and I won’t ever kill myself, little do they know I’m a bomb waiting to go off. https://youtu.be/qSjjQyhxxKE
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Great song, man. Relatable on both personal and societal levels. I’ve listened to it a few times now. Thanks for the link!
Your very welcome. I’m glad you like the song. It’s ine of my personal favorites
After 4x through, I decided to go through Staind’s playlist to see if there are other good ones.
A comment someone made yesterday got my demented brain working on another poem. This doesn’t flow as smoothly as I’d like, but I doubt I’ll ever be able to make anything out of the idea anyway:
Today I heard a rumor that Santa wasn’t real
I watched in confusion as my world came crashing down
So what then was there left for me to believe in?
Maybe they’re wrong, maybe it’s right to lie, cheat and steal!
I heard God laughing as he turned his TV on
to the sitcom of Life, his ultimate practical joke
“We told them life’s a gift, a quest, a search for the zen…
We know it’s just a clusterfuck of three score and ten”
“Forget the fairy tales and happily ever afters
Those writers were smoking crack and swinging from the rafters”
Gave up on it after that. Oh well, such is life.
Actually that is very good and creative! A slice of reality written in poetic form is the best. If you was debating a Christian, you would win just by writing a poem like that. I think poetry gets the point across far more better than writing a long list of why you do or don’t believe in God.
I also compare believing in God to Santa or the Easter Bunny. Believe in Jesus? May as well believe in Zuez or the other 10,000 gods people invented over the course of history.
Santa gives you gifts, a fairy takes your teeth
A bunny gives you candy baskets , the world kisses tour feet
Jesus loves you and God is your protector
If you believe in him, you will have a great hereafter
I’m also a liar, who gives you false hope
I dowse myself with holy water, and worship the pope
I’m your inner thoughts, for reality is hard to face
Where all here for a purpose, saved my grace.
That’s great. If you just came up with that since you’re last post, YOU should do the poetry and I should shut up. 🙂
P.s. Say hi to the pope for me.
Don’t know how good that was. I wrote it in the fly. But I had another thought – if I was a parent, which I’ll never be, I would never tell my kids about an Easter bunny or Santa. I think when a child believes in such myths, there more prone to believe in other myths an adults. I think it’s very important for a parent to tell a child the truth and keep them grounded in reality. Yes children can still pretend, play, and have make velieve, but they also must be fought fact from fiction. Children at that age really look up to parents and believe they know everything and take what they say very seriously. I dunno I could be wrong. It’s just my personal perspective.
Maybe Iif they didn’t believe in Santa they also might be less likely to believe that there are monsters under the bed. If I had a kid who was afraid of that I’d tell him – “I watch the news all the time little buddy, and not once in my life have I ever seen a news story about a monster under someone’s bed….it’s all made up” and give him or her a big hug. I’d also try to explain in the best way I can about what light and dark really is (incase I had a kid who’s afraid of the dark) for example.
Aw thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I could always write poetry on the fly for some reason. You did an amazing job yourself!
Time for another one…this one is nutzo
PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPERMINT EGG CASTLES
EATEN BETWEEN RYE OF DREAMS….
I STUMBLE DOWN THE STAIRS IN MY CUTIE BOY UNDER…WHERE?
IM LOOKING FOR MY YELLOW DWNCING SHOES
I SEE A GIRL NAMED TODDY, SHES FEELING KIND OF NAUGHTY AND SHE WONT STOP SINGING THE BLUES
…..SHE SINGS
PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES PEPPERMINT EGG CASTLES
EATEN BETWEEN RYE OF SCREAMS
OMG LOOK ITS KIRBY THE EXITMENT PANDA
SENT BY GAWDUH TO HUG ALL MY TEARS AWAY
HE GIVES ME KISSES, WITH SUGAR COATED FALSE HOPE
I FEEL SO DIRTY BUT I CANT WASH IT AWAY WITH SOAP
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE AN UNWASHED POPE?
MAYBE ITS BECAUSE I LOST ALL HOPE
MAGGOTS IN MY BRAIN, HOW CAN I HOPE?
GOTTA FIND A POLE SO I COULD GET MORE DOPE
ok that’s a nutzo surrealist one, I love writing poetry so I can try to find meaning in it subconsciously. What does this poem mean to you?
*’maggots in my brain how can I cope”
Okay, now it’s obvious you found a bottle of vodka. Somewhere. 😀
(still scratching my head, trying to figure out how to interpret it……..)
naaa totally sober! I write stuff like that to let people find there own meanings lol. The only thing I had today was 3 Xanexs
Haha I’m interested in seeing what other people’s personal definitions of this surrealist piece of insanity is. I write a lot of poetry. Some serious, some funny, some political, and some crazy.
ROFL
Just came across another really good Staind song: The Corner
www. youtube. com/watch?v=5HFz5SH9L-A
Thank you my friend, what other bands do you like?
I mostly just listen to classic rock, so not a lot of surprises there. Since I’ve been on this site, though, my horizons are expanding. You now have me listening to Staind. Certain other persons have me listening to Portuguese pop rock. Sheesh, by the end of the year, I’ll be spending my evening watching Youtube videos of New Guinea mating dances.
Here is another stupid one I’m gonna do off the fly… “A Gasm Named Or”
There once was a gasm who’s name was Or
Watering the garden was her favorite chore
Red faced men volunteering with glee
Water hoses in there pockets, and soil to seed
Yall like thst one?
Eh I could work on that last line, that was a bit of a challenge
That seems to me like a bit of a racy limerick there. Please watch your language, this is a family oriented site. …………. oh wait, nevermind.
Oh if it offended you I’ll take it down
I meant that as a joke. Actually thought it was funny. Sorry for the misinterpretation.
Oh lol awesome 🙂 I’m really glad you like It! I put an updated version on a main post
I want you to listen to this even if it’s not your thing. This has been my song since it came out in 2009. It fits me because everyone thinks I can be a hit on for a lifetime and I won’t ever kill myself, little do they know I’m a bomb waiting to go off.
https://youtu.be/qSjjQyhxxKE
Good song, listened to it earlier while i was lurking here