Lucid Art

I had this blank screen in front of me

I decided to cover it in this word

Not gospel but mere simple word

Word expelled from my skull

Is it dull?

I'll try to let it fly out graceful like a gull

Now you read on and be the judge...a judge...

Go on judge!

Give me a big black crayon

On white paper I shall create a smudge

Hack-too as I spit in anger

I am no artist

Just a silly dreamer

Give me six metal strings

Wound tight strung across an acoustic hole

I shall strum them as to make music

Plink plink plunk BONK

Ah who am I

I am no musician

I am a just a silly dreamer

Give me a blank pc screen

Let me try to rant out a scream

Not sweet like ice a' cream

But filthy stupid I like I got no cupid

I am just a silly dreamer

No no no no

I am...., I am lucid..

Quite lucid..., dam lucid

I have lucid art

I can paint

I can play guitar

I can write

I am right!

You are wrong

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

Or something like that, huh?

That's what they say

I think your art sucks

Yes it does

Now go judge yourself

DMM
10/15/09

Retired Martian

I am a Martian

Driving a saturn

Up 93 north

As you know I am a god of war

But the war is over

Because I am all settled down

So I guess that makes me in retirement

But I still have to work

To pay the bills

What a silly life

Albeit except for my family

A Wife and Baby Girl

And of course our dog

I am a Martian

Driving a saturn

Up 93 northTo our new berth

Further from the city

Than before

And sure

Yea we miss the shore

But new things and places

Keep the excitement on

So on and on and on we go

Me being a Martian

Someday somewhere I'll find a new war

When the time is right

And the battles will be worth the fight

Until then I am settled down

In retirement

With the FAMILY

DMM
9/29/2009

Day Dream Riding

I am thinkin' bout' taking a long ride

No where in particular

In a 64 Ford Falcon

I don't have one quite yet

Yea Someday, yea someway, right around the bend

When I get one will you ride with me

You'll be ridin' shotgun

An' the kids will be right in the back

So it has to be a 4 door

That's for sure

Hey lets go out an explore

It's straight six

It ain't so quick

But hey we are in no rush anyhow

Watch the trees sway

Those back seat drivers

Listen to what they say

Watch the clouds roll through the blue

There is nothing better to do

Then roll with the family

In a 64 Ford Falcon

I am thinkin' bout' taking a long ride

Do you wanna go right now?

I wanna leave right now

Yea Someday, yea someway, right around the bend

I'll have my 64 Ford Falcon

Until then I just sing my song

I am thinkin' bout' taking a long ride

In a 64 Ford Falcon

I don't have one quite yet

Yea Someday, yea someway, right around the bend

DMM

10/14/2009

The Great Morning Pollute

Ah..., the morning commute

Or should it be the morning pollute

Either way I don't give a hoot

As we drive to our city jobs

Polluting all the way

Polluting the air

Polluting our eyes

Polluting our ears

Engines a Rev Red

Taillights everywhere

Stop and a Go

Slow and a Roll

Faster than Fast

Oh look out, look out

Swerve, swerve, ahhhh..

Don't cRaSh!

How can this continue to last

It seems quite crazy at times

In it's own odd way

All I have to say is...

Ah..., the morning commute

Or should it be the Great morning pollute?

DMM

10/8/09

Good Luck Man

Good luck

To the man of the city

May he find the door to freedom!

That ol' horseshoe is getting quite rusty

And his ol' heart is getting fussy

His eyes are blood shot too

He keeps searching high and low

Persistently so

But only shadows of freedom does he ever see

He is a tortured man

The city is quite muddy

It is hard work to trudge on through

Good luck

To the man of the city

May he find the door to freedom!

It is a dream we hope will not die with him

That ol' horseshoe is getting quite rusty

And his ol' heart is getting fussy

Good luck

To the man of the city

May he find the door to freedom!

DMM

9/28/2009

Hazel's Fast Mower

It is Sunday, I am mowing the lawn as fast as I can.

A nice white bearded man walking by on the side walk tells me"Your the fastest mower in the west".

I say..."Yea I gotta get done as fast as possible".

Then he asks..."I bet it is because you don't want to miss the pats game".

I say..."No, I have a 3 month old inside I don't want to miss her".
I am mowing as fast as I can.

Singing out load.

I gotta go faster, I gotta go faster, Real real fast

So I can get on done.

So I can be with her.
Hazel little girl here is a piece of advice.

When you buy a house make sure the lawn is not that big.

So you do not waste too much time keeping it groomed.

So you can enjoy the important things in life more.
It took just under an hour, then Hazel was back in my arms.

I missed her, I missed her, I missed her....

Dam grass I wish it would burn.

Can you say Scalp it?

DMM

9/22/09

She Is My Loving Lady 12/29/2008

She is my Loving Lady
I love her so much
She is strong to the touch
When I feel I am falling
She hears my calling
She embraces me
Blanketing me like a sea
A sea of love
Like no other
I am so happy for she
For I just could not be
With out her
At times I feel
My world pressing down on my skin
As if it will pin me
Her voice so sure
She is like a cure
I find a way to carry onward
And all this time
She is in deep rhyme
Carrying our baby
She is my Loving Lady

DMM
12/29/2008