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Junior

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 04:21:27 PDT

John Mellencamp has a way with words. This may be from 1993 but he could be singing about today.

They call me Junior
I live here on the street
I earn two hundred dollars a week
I'd like to say
"Hey, thanks a lot"
I know I'm missin' something
But I don't know what it is
That I don't got

I sit here watchin'
The people down below
I try to imagine
The places they may go
I don't know
I stay home a lot
I know I'm missin' something
But I don't know what it is
That I don't got

CHORUS:
I see the world through the TV Guide
What a safe place for me to run
What a small little man I am
I'm afraid of everything
From golden rules to airplanes
What a small little man I am

They call me Junior
I'm caught up in this hell
Sometimes I feel better
But I never do feel well.
Jesus must have one hell of a plan for me
I know I'm missin' something
But I don't know what it is
That I don't got

And if I have anything to say
About judgement day
There'll be a crown in heaven
For those who live this way
Anyway
You know exactly who you are

CHORUS:
I see the world through the TV Guide
What a safe place for me to run
What a small little man I am
I'm afraid of everything
From the golden rule to airplanes
What a small little man I am

They call me Junior
I live here on the street
I earn two hundred dollars a week
I'd like to say
"Hey man, thanks a lot"
My name is Junior

CHORUS:
I see the world through the TV Guide
What a safe place for me to run
What a small little man I am
I'm afraid of everything
From the golden rule to airplanes
What a small little man I am

What Made Me Me

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:46:55 PDT

Long ago and far away,
In a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan,
Or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents,
And they were you and me,
Long ago and far away
In the Land That Made Me Me.

Oh, there was truth and goodness
In that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges,
And Peyton Place was porn.
For Ike was in the White House,
And Hoss was on TV,
And God was in His heaven
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We learned to gut a muffler,
We washed our hair at dawn,
We spread our crinolines to dry
In circles on the lawn.
And they could hear us coming
All the way to Tennessee,
All starched and sprayed and rumbling
in the Land That Made Me Me.

We longed for love and romance,
And waited for the prince,
And Eddie Fisher married Liz,
And no one's seen him since.
We danced to "Little Darlin'",
And Sang to "Stagger Lee"
And cried for Buddy Holly
In the Land That Made Me Me.

Only girls wore earrings then,
And three was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts,
Except for Jean McKinney.
And only in our wildest dreams
Did we expect to see
A boy named George, with Lipstick
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon,
Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie,
They never made it twice.
We didn't have a Star Trek Five,
Or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty
In the Land That Made Me Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold,
And Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat
Whose co-star was a chimp.
We had a Mr Wizard,
But not a Mr T,
And Oprah couldn't talk, yet
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We had our share of heroes,
We never thought they'd go,
At least not Bobby Darin,
Or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal,
And life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever,
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We'd never seen the rock band
That was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,
And Zeppelins weren't Led.
And Beatles lived in gardens then,
And Monkees in a tree,
Madonna was a virgin
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We'd never heard of Microwaves,
Or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed,
But they weren't grown in jars.
And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
And "gay" meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never coed
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We hadn't seen enough of jets
To talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at
The bottom of the bag.
And Hardware was a box of nails,
And bytes came from a flea
And rocket ships were fiction
In the Land That Made Me Me.

Buicks came with portholes,
And side show came with freaks
and bathing suits came big enough
To cover both your cheeks.
And Coke came just in bottles,
And skirts came to the knee,
And Castro came to power
In the Land That Made Me Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride,
We had no Hill Street Blues,
We all wore superstructure bras
Designed by Howard Hughes.
We had no patterned pantyhose
Or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for condoms
In the Land That Made Me Me.

There were no golden arches,
No Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda,
And cats were not called Bill.
And middle-aged was thirty-five
And old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents
In the land that made me me.

But all things have a season,
Or so we've heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline
We swear by Retin-A.
And they send us invitations
To join AARP,
We've come a long way, baby,
From the Land That Made Me Me.

So now we face a brave new world
In slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they're using
Smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children's children
of the way it used to be,
Long ago, and far away
In the Land That Made Me Me.

--
You make your own reality - - - - How is your reality today?

© YEAR - 2008 Author NAME and/or INITIALS UNKNOWN

Burden

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:54:43 PDT

I cannot weep, for all my body's moisture
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart.

Nor can my tongue unload my hearts great burden,
For self-same winds that I should speak with,
Is kindling coals that fire all my breast,
And burn me up with flames that tears would quench.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief...
Tears then for my precious daughter and wife,
Blows the only revenge within me.

© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.

Myself

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:56:12 PDT

I can scream as loud as I want.
I can scream out obscenities and no one will hear.
The cage is soundproof and no one can hear me.
I want to be heard!
I want to tell the truth!
The cage is too strong and I am too weak
I can see you, but you can't see me.
There is no one good point about this situation,
You can't hurt me!
You can beat, scratch, hit, bite...Anything,
But you can't hurt me.
It's so fun to hide.
No one knows who I really am.
I don't even know who I really am.
Why am I here?
Tell me!!
Why am I here?!
I want out, but I don't want you to hurt me.
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't I be set free?
Why can't I, be me?

How I Remember You

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:57:49 PDT

Sitting here in this room
Feelin sad and blue
Lookin upon these faded colors
Nothin feels true

But while I sit here
and wonder why
Things Past come to me
And make me cry

But here i sit
And think of you
I lose all my colors
Of feelin sad and blue

You help me feel
A natural high
Remembering our times my love
I could reach-out and touch the sky

Yes, for a short time
I learned how to fly

© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.

The Enlightenment

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:58:35 PDT

Sleep comes not.
Eyelids grow heavy.
Still the mind plots.
I must have her.

She - the elusive Elk,
Prancing around the edges,
Dancing under cover.
Twirling, laughing gleefully.

I - the tired hunter,
Beckoning, pleading, enticing,
Drawing her nearer,
Closer to the flame.

Shadows from the forest hide her.
Memories of the past
Providing comforting cover,
Yet leading slowly awry.

She teases, slips away,
Wary, enticed.
Daring to draw nearer,
Curious, she watches.

Pauses, uncertain,
Edging closer still.
Come and be mine.
Almost within my grasp.

Perhaps the triumph finally mine.
Patience, stillness.
Gently, silently, slowly,
Our eyes meet, gazing intently.

She bolts into the shadows.
I follow stealthily.
Flitting from shadow to shadow,
Closer still I draw.

The chase begins;
I lag behind. But who chases whom?
Appearances obvious,
Yet masqued in darkness.

She is the meat of my dreams.
I must hold her,
Taste her charms,
Join our two into one.

Each night the same endless flight,
Closer, carefully proceeding,
Only to dart away.
So close, yet so far away.

She leads for the joy of the chase.
Persistently, unerringly she goes,
Every move calculated.
I weary, slow the pace.

Unable to continue, I doze.
Lightly I percieve.
Exhaustion sets in,
I slumber, heavily.

I awaken at first light,
Her scent permeating me.
Startled, I find her
Curled in my arms.

Snuggled in comfort, protection,
Warmth, two into one.
Happiness, hope renewed,
Nestled securely, unafraid.

She knowingly smiles,
Love radiating from glimmering eyes.
A beaming smile, deep,
From within the soul.

The glow erupts, brilliance.
Love blooms and grows.
Sunshine pales
Her beauty magnificent.

The chase has ended??

© 1990 - 2008 Tarnsman - G.H.P.

A Cry In the Night

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:58:59 PDT

I hear you cry out in the night
"Save me from this wretched world
I cannot make the morning's light
Without your hand to guide me."

So, here I am, Invincibly
To save you from the sins tobe.

I'll lift you up, when you are down
Shield you from all pain and harm
Reach out, Take my hand
I'll keep you safe and loved and warm
Just reachout, take my hand, and you'll see
Believe in me... I'm your husband.

© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.

Take The Time

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:59:10 PDT

I'll only go so far
You know you'll have to stop
For it's here i hurt
And there I'll cry
If you touch me once again
Please take the time to know me
And first let me make you smile
because it's here inside my heart
That's where I need you now
Don't lead me on
Or make me think
That love means going on
I think sometimes we need to say
What's really on our minds
So let's please stop
And take the time
We owe this to ourselves
To catch a glimpse of why we're here
And know how far we've come.

Summer Dresses

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:59:28 PDT

Your dresses brightened up the room
Like desert flowers after a rain
I came tonight, my sweetest newest love
But wich me do you want to see
The pale pastels are bes for books,
Your blues and greens, an evening make
As friend, or even wife to me
But if it is sex thats on your mind
Then red or black and darkened eyes
Become the whore that i must see
My childhood dreams were not like this
My princess came only for a kiss,
Then i carried her away from pain
Can i not see her once again
The masks offend me, I'm no toy
Yor wore the dresses I bought without mch joy
The price I payed to hold your hand
Belittled me as you have planned

© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.

Plight

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 06:03:04 PDT

My heart has rooms that sigh with dust,
And Ashes in the hearth
They must be cleaned and blown away,
By daylight's breath
But I cannot eassay the task,
For even dust to me is dear,
My love was here
I know not how to say farewell,
When farewell is the word,
That stays alone for me to say,
Or will be heard
But I cannot speak out that word,
Or ever let my loved one go,
How can I bear it that these rooms,
Are empty so?
I sit among the dust and hope,
That dust will cover me
I stir the ashes in the hearth,
Though cold they be
I cannot bear to close the door,
To seal my loneliness away,
While dust and ashes yet remain,
Of my love's day
© 1992 - 2008 R. G. J.

Do you remember

IndigoDragon@TorrentOOgle.com (© IndigoÐragon) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 06:03:24 PDT

Do you remember when we met
All the stars hung in mid-air
In those moments nothing mattered
But the way you caught me in your stare
We were walkin
And talkin
We were laughing about the state of our lives
We felt the fates that brought us together
As I watched the moon-rise in your eyes

Do you remember
That cold winter night
When our holdin hands were turning blue
But we just couldn't let go
Because it felt so right

We walked more than a mile
Just for somethin to do
But always with a frosty smile
Oh how our love felt so true

© R. G. J. 1992 - 2008

My Jewell

Pearl Onyx
Ruby saphires
Emeralds

Blends of pliant
Spectrum mixed
Love jewells

Coalescent gems
Omni - brilliant
Fires alight

Crandled in a
Golden Cown's
fixed Embrace

Living Diamonds
Cronwned jewels
My Daughter

© R. G. J. 1992 - 2008

Dedication

Site / Owner Dedication...
To my Daughter Ashley "Brighteyes";
To the few who have loved me And whom I love;
To those few who feel Rather than those who think;
To the dreamers And those with faith in dreams As in the only realities;
I offer these books of truths, Not in its character of truth-teller,
But for the beauty that abounds In it's Profound Truth;
Constituting it true... to me...
© R. G. J. 1992 - 2008
...for my daughter Brighteyes

Ashley R. Jones / Ducheny

Green Bay, WI.

may she know all happiness & one day call me daddy...

I miss you so much ...

I've missed you most all of your life.

...your Father, Raymond G. Jones

Girl on a Bed

A clear and shining Jewel
on the petal of a pure peach-colored flower,
drifting precariously on an uncertain stream
above the sparkling ripples
that carry her courageously to unknown ends -
She loves me...

The depth below is scary though.
One slip and she could fall under,
lost, beyond my reach forever,
leaving an empty petal,
drifting down the stream alone -
She loves me not...

A. J. M.

gleanned from the original storry line at: storiesonline.net

Note: Deanna, you will always hold that place in my heart.

I love you. Raymond.

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and strops,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

Wilfred Owens ~ WWI British Poet