One thing I started doing around the third CRNDLSM album ‘Knight’ when I would open mic is play all my songs in order from the beginning, and by the time I reached the end I should have the new album finished. It’s worked all the way up to this album. At the beginning of this year I had a whole different set of 17 songs for this album and scratched them all. They weren’t Ellís Luiz, they are saved for Jiminy Cranberry after though, and put together a whole new album of 17 songs, so here they are, right on time! Starting on with a rondeau
The time we take to make decisions
to dawdle and lolligag on a vision
to daydream of temptations,
distracted by each slight sensation
and your inevitable derision
matched by my preemptive contrition,
but to make it a personal mission
to improve the QUALITY, no matter duration
of the time we take.
But then I imagine a well to wish in,
to make right choices with precision.
Not give way to procrastination
Your inevitable aggravation
And my complete defeatist submission
to the time we take
This is a sonnet for the trans genocide happening in America.
Silver and gold feathers hang on the wall,
regifted to Susan, who isn’t here.
Susan’s parents are antiquated WASPs.
Susan, who believed I needed to heal.
Blue and white feathers shoot from their boa;
the one thing of hers I stole when we split.
What does it mean, when we say, ”’were born as -“
She says I’m a man yet I can’t explain.
Red and black feathers cling to my forehead,
where they landed, stained already by blood
the validation I needed at heart.
I finally choose to be myself, blessed.
Purple and gray feathers are my favorites.
Remember who I am? I won’t forget.
A dizain about indulging in a vice while judging famous people for their vices.
Gravity keeps me up where I belong.
Sleep is impossible, ‘How does it work?!’
Daydreaming endlessly, high on a bong,
Newtons an asshole, a real special jerk.
Really though, why do I give such a flerk?
All of my studies, the people I’ve held
up to the highest regards, have dispelled
my respect through their immoral pursuits.
Scraping inside the bowl, resin has gelled.
In the clouds? Down to earth? Who gives a hoot?
No special theme for this album, just poems set to music.
Listen as Lady Luck reveals
a tale that only her hand deals.
At night two men dig, seek to yield,
five diamonds buried in a field.
Seven criminals ambush them,
but one shot kills the leader. Grim,
his three sons, partners, lose the thieves,
but in six minutes one retrieves
the loot. The tenth man, in the trunk
tied up, owned the diamonds, and sunk
his fortune in nine mistresses.
His wife planned for the ambush, his
money would pay the hired eight.
She’d loved the leader, every trait
her only child had was from him.
No one ensured her husband died.
The double crossing diggers tried
to take the money, blackmail her,
but forgot their trunk til later.
Her lover died, she went insane,
and took the diamonds in her pain,
to hide out with her only son.
Ten more miles the husband saw sun.
Eight hours to completely unhinge,
and pay three men for his revenge.
His horrid wife he could replace,
but he would get back his son’s face,
seven more years a child to them.
The wife paid off her assassins,
her lover’s sons now surround her,
three jealous of their half brother,
but the five were now a unit,
and her husband’s set to ruin it.
He had the means to catch them but
when he saw them, he couldn’t cut
his love. Eight guns in the room drawn,
he laid an ultimatum on.
She couldn’t love him, six bullets,
her kids retaliate each one hits.
Two minutes in the building for
the child’s the only survivor.
Over his mother, the boy cried.
Not just for money his mom died.
The six police who learned his name,
said five more days he could make claim.
Seven mistresses each had kids,
in seven years he’d place his bids,
but eight blood tests would determine
the billionaire had no children.
All the money would be the banks,
but to his mom, not enough thanks
for hiding the diamonds. The map
led him and two friends without trap.
He marries, and lives with millions.
When Lady Luck sings for the bards,
puts your fate in fifty four cards.
This was a cross between a Quatern and Aes Frieghlie. The music needs work. These are brand new songs only played once before, hopefully the next time I play them will sound better, a year from now, if I continue playing one song per week outside of the pigpen .
Unlocking the mystery
behind the loaded gun, cocked
and aimed, comes from misery
and a magic prop, unlocked.
A wizard’s cutthroat nature:
unlocking the mystery
for entertainment’s stature.
Spies who lie for wizardry,
destined to make history,
(outfly a bullet), lessons
unlocking the mystery
of impacts no less destined.
Mysterious and for shocks ~
delivering injury ~
switching the trick pistol box ~
Unlocking the mystery ~
This one though is definitely a winner.
Whenever Jim saw red,
he usually bowed his head.
He’d lay in bed and pray the dead
would return, instead, to be fed.
Jim was timid and wary,
He hated this other guy Larry.
Larry would parry ‘well, you’ll never marry,
you’ll never even see the cherry.’
One day Larry called out to Jim,
‘my sisters in town on a whim,
Don’t be so dim, go out on a limb’
and invited him out with them.
So jim, Larry, and Mabel,
easily found a good table.
Ordered top label, and quickly were able
to make more than their chairs unstable.
Larry wandered off to tinkle
and left mabel with Jim to mingle
They were both single; ‘the songs a good jingle.
Let’s go take a peak at that dingle.’
The next morning back at the office
his stomach was suddenly nauseous.
An email he lost his job, but the cause was
a dick pic went out to all his bosses. Jim asked Larry about his sister,
but Larry just laughed, ‘listen mister,
you must have pissed her off when you kissed her,
Mabel’s a bitch, And you dissed her.’
So jim was a little confused,
never had he been so abused.
A noose is too loose, it’s time to light a fuse
and just turn everyone into juice.
He filled the car up with gas
inside and out for the blast.
To work hauling ass, he crashed through the glass
and his dreams rose up out of the ash,
’cause the company lab on site
made chemicals for government fights.
A bacteria bite brought back to life
his corpse with a ravenous appetite
*Gargled screaming*
A rime couee from the latest LPIA , did pretty well on TikTok.
I confessed my love to you but
Your words were clear
and hit like a punch to the gut,
I spent too much time as a whore
You won’t date a revolving door
I shed a tear
Unable to erase my past
Yet I can’t embrace a future
with such judgement
you changed my perspective that you’re
maybe not the friend I had thought
but rather a treasure I sought
And would have spent
like all the partners I’d amassed
My first attempt at ghazal that wasn’t really a ghazal but good enough to keep. i figure I’ll finish the series here since we’re so far into it. I recorded an album, it was $200 all in one take, it’s never sounded better, I figure in another month or 2 I’ll be able to record another album. These YouTube videos are kinda ‘proof’ even though the audio does suck. I appreciate all the feedback I’ve been given.
Pains me to say but I’m hardly a guy
Saw one Disney movie and started to cry
You appreciate how I won’t harm a fly
But say I laugh goofy and I start to cry
even something sweet, you baked me a pie
Cinnamon allergies make me start to cry
When the wind blows and weather’s so dry
It drains all my energy I start to cry
I’ve tried connecting all the stars in the sky
And stared til the asteroids started to cry
And wondered the number of bars in Dubai
And if I drink past the void you’d start to cry
We meet at a party getting drunk and high
You wink at some young guy so I’d start to cry
This letters too wet to say darling goodbye
What the Ellis in my eye, I’m starting to cry
Concrete poem from pigmas last year, I think experimental isn’t really a genre, but it is fundamental to all my music.
H motion sickness
U c unsettling lunch
N o
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R d projectile vomit S
Y slippery footing l C
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s R
Explosive waves t E
Lurching darkness D
N floating aimlessly P
O w washed ashore i L
O h a E
N e m A
E r a S
K e l E
N i i H
O a v E
W m passing planes e L
S shattered screams P
S survival instincts
T f abandon hope
I i
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K e inedible insects S
S broken stomach s T
a O
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finished flailing d E
barely breathing S
In the height of managing a dog grooming business and losing another employee over a holiday just soothing myself. I don’t know what these are, couplets, quatrains, just improvised shouting. I like how the title almost matches Partners from earlier.
If you wanna go
Open up the door
Think you’ll feel better
Leaving here forever
If you wanna stay
I’m hoping you can say
Things are getting better
We can stay together
Gotta have a protest song or two, cause I can’t really help what I write and feel the need to share it if I’m compelled to write, I can’t just write about anything, something’s just have to hit you right. I had to write this so here it is.
Black lives matter
When police come they scatter
Cause the rubber bullets shatter
From way up the leader ladder
And there is no way to stop it
It will only start a riot
Which they use to justify it
More brutality the cops get
Off with nothing but a warning
Stern talking to or nothing
As another one is murdered
Do I need to mention names
Can I tell you I’m ashamed
That every day is just the same
As another one is murdered
Black lives matter
It’s more than idle chatter
Just a fad while getting fatter
Overcompensate with flatter
And they’re sick of sitting quiet
Shallow excuses they can’t buy it
Governments are always lying
Keep the families from crying
Now major cities are burning
Even more are suffering
As another one is murdered
Do they need to play these games
While their world goes down in flames
We know who’s to blame
As another one is murdered
And Travis Scotts Astroworld disaster sparked this one, but it can happen almost crowd.
Will any of us make it out alive?
The leader stands tall up on the stage.
The people sway, one within a hive.
The sold out show is worth the hour drive.
The pyrotechnic portal keeps engaged.
Will any of us make it out alive?
Hypnotic frequency music revives.
A mass of bodies locking us encaged.
The people sway, one within a hive.
In the distance, several fans take stage dives.
The leader fills the air, ‘its time to rage!’
Will any of us make it out alive?
Difficult to breathe, struggling to survive.
Kids disappear, trampled, ten years of age.
The people sway one within a hive.
Will any of us make it out alive?
Originally called Spacembargo, i wrote this when ISawASpaceship was exposing Thunderembargos personal lives in the PigPen, changed the word ‘poem’ to ‘song’. The sonnets for dale forum isn’t just for ‘battles’ I like to use it as a way to start a conversation or just to play around with words. I do put a lot of effort into a calling out poem, I try to be respectful. Go write a poem about another member, worth a try, right?
I know you are who you are and you
know we are no one we know.
Say what you want any way just say
it in a song.
You and I are real but really I
sew lies to show the truth so
no one knows it’s real, but they will know
it’s in a song.
We don’t care if strangers care that we
give our whole selves out, and take
real care to say we didn’t just fake
it in a song.
Poetry practice exercises is a good place to jog your writers block, this was a sestina, musically I just need to slow it down a tad so I can breathe. To fit 17 songs in under an hour they all gotta be pretty short. A different kinda challenge when using a loop pedal.
For the fourth night in a row, she
removed her underwear and laid
naked while I was not aware.
Tonight, she’d had enough, and pulled
the covers off the bed, ‘shut up!’
she said, ‘we haven’t made love in
weeks! Do you still love me? I’m in
this for good but where are you?’ she
rest her head on me, looking up,
‘everyday, as soon as you’ve laid
down, you roll the other way, pull-
ing the covers. Are you aware
that I’m hurting? Are you aware
that our only shared time is in
bed? All the overtime you pull
is tearing us apart, Bay!’ She
rolled back to her side, sighed, and laid
her leg over my thigh. ‘Im up,’
I rolled to face her and raised up
her chin, smiled, suddenly aware
of the tears.
‘I’m sorry,’ we laid
there in the darkness, her hands in
mine, I completely forgot she
bites her lip when she’s sad. She pulled
out and rolled away, but then pulled
my hand to hold her, lifting up
to fill the space. I love how she
shows just enough neck, so aware
I want so much to kiss it. ‘in
three more months, all the plans we laid
will come through, I promise,’ I laid
my hand on her belly, the pull
strong to caress, ‘the pain you’re in
is my fault, I’ll never give up
fighting for us, are you aware
how much I love you?’ As if she’d
been waiting for this, she pulled
up my shirt, before reaching in,
‘Are you aware, you’re getting laid?’
This was my first attempt at a sestina, but I wanted to use curse words, and only four lines, so I guess its a quartina? Anyways I wrote this song a long time ago now and had promoted it on Facebook a couple weeks around the globe. I was roasted in Australia. My wife also cringes Everytime I play this song, but then she proceeds to call me a bitch for days on end. Good stuff.
I know sometimes I can be a real ass
hole. Yesterday I called my wife a bitch.
Today I’m wading in some real deep shit
thinking about the next time we might fuck.
I already know I’m pretty much fuck-
ed; she’s really gonna stick it in my ass
for always giving her so much bullshit.
I love her; I’ll let her make me her bitch.
Cause I’m not the type to just bitch and bitch,
at worst I might shout, ‘goddamn-fuck-n-fuck!’
like if I accidentally step in shit,
or when I get pulled over hauling ass.
I haul this load cause she made me the ass;
she has babies cause I made her the bitch.
In nine more months she’ll have another shit
cause I’m the idiot who likes to fuck.
She hooked up with my stupid fucking shit
that makes her a real dumb ass bitch!
Pantoums are kinda hard because you have to pace them out due to the repetitions but you might forget which repetition you’re on if it’s too spaced. Anyways Ive always wanted to host an open mic, but I don’t connect with a lot of bar/ coffee shop owners. One more song on this album. Then one more album of only two songs. Woohoo almost done!
Thank you all for coming out tonight
Our first act is a real straight shooter
If you’ve seen em before you know I’m right
Of course all his songs are about cooter
Our first act is a real straight shooter
It’s a country rock bar what do you expect
Of course all his songs are about cooter
Its only 15 minutes just wait whats next
It’s a country rock bar what do you expect
The second guy will try and croon Sinatra
Its only 15 minutes just wait what’s next
A solo electric guitar looped mantra
The second guy will try and croon Sinatra
There’s lots more booze so we can all join in
A solo electric guitar looped mantra
A lady rappin a poem she wrote then
There’s lots more booze so we can all join in
The fun goes on as more people sign up
A lady rappin a poem she wrote then
Random jams til we close, yup
The fun goes on as more people sign up
If you’ve seen em before you know I’m right
Random jams til we close, yup
Thank you all for coming out tonight