Simply Shady ~ Under the Bodhi Tree: Scared Straight

Monday, May 4, 2009

Scared Straight

oh young ones, you dare lurk in my shadow?
let me break it all down so I can scare your asses straight,
because I don’t want you to be…like me
you think you are the coolest cool and the baddest bad...I did too
you roll one, smoke one, toss back your vodka and bull, snort that line of pure…
all you young dudes, you who think you are invincible,
you think you are so sure
you don’t even consider the meaning…
chicks and bad cool, the next buzz your main goal...
hell man, even at some point the chicks don't matter any longer,
only the high
yeah, this old man knows the play and how it plays out...
far more than I want you to ever know
see man, I was a young dude too, long, way long before you were you…
keep on this track and you will be me long after I was you…
see young one, I was the coolest of cool, and baddest of bad...
I capped the reefer buzz with a couple Kool's and a beer, or three
and then more; Mescal chasers to boot
wasted more than straight, and straight only when times were dry...
and it never really did run all that dry
Angels and Outlaws I knew them both well...
whores smoking fags, and junkies all around…but I thought I was beyond it all…
I was called the G-man ‘cause I had the good grass;
then Thunderbird was my name as the crystal T fried my ass…
yeah, there was mesc and shrooms, pyramid and barrel…
pane and 25…more than anyone could handle
horse, crank, scag and mud, all that I knew
and I did them all…and I did them all too well too…
I was a walking pharmacy young dude, and knew every pill and every thrill…
I ran fast and I walked slow; walked on snakes and saw Satan glow…
Saw Jesus on a blanket hanging in a mushroom mine,
and George Harrison playing sitar too...
Hell young dude, I even crawled into a crypt of the dead to prove I was true…
yeah young dude, I heard the color and I saw the sound
~ medical science, they call it synethesia, I called it far out…
that was then man, and this is now ~ those days are gone...
you're better off to put them behind...
you walk a long walk going dead…and so now am I…
see young dude, I stuck a needle in my arm and now I am sick
the doctors say the have done what they can…
there is no cure for me now, there is no fix
the chemo has failed…my liver has paid the price
for the two-bit thrills...yeah, I rolled the dice
with a wife and three children I fight to stay alive…
stay on this track young dude and you will see it too
hard young man…all you young dudes
hard young man…all you young dudes
and yeah, I’m running scared, the dude that ran with Angels…
yeah man, I’m just a burned out Outlaw and life is closing in...
and I’m running scared…
See young one, I’m not the coolest of cool or the baddest of bad...
and neither are you...you are just a young one, young dude
I run scared now like a white rabbit…the cool has long since gone…
my life hangs in the balance waiting for time...hoping for a miracle
if you are smart young dude, you will run scared like that rabbit
before you see it too...
run young dudes, run scared straight like a white rabbit

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To all who read me, you will find an eclectic mix of philosophy, spirituality, mildly erotic material, and occasional strong, unfiltered words. Therefore, all eyes here should be of legal age, or of an open mind to the content contained herein. As a staunch proponent of the 1st Ammendment, I cannot be the morality police. This is all offered up from an imperfect soul who is simply conveying the complexities of living an imperfect life in an imperfect world - while searching for the reason and rhyme, and his way back homeward – tormented by the fork found in the road, the 'Jungian fork' if you will, and just standing there scratching his ass for what seems an eternity, trying to decide anima/animus, yin/yang, left/right. So what you see here is the by-product of that age's old warfare between the light and dark side of mankind in the age of Kali Yuga.If any of the material written, used, or otherwise posted herein is found offensive, then please exercise the option to not view my page - the least one here is trying to change who he is, but the best I have to offer is an exit out to the better of the two here. I look at it like this - there is not one among us perfect, otherwise we wouldn't be here, so beware of casting judgment out on others because karma will inevitably bring it right back around on you. We all have dirty backyards that need cleaned up first. The difference is is that I just tore down the fence on my side so the neighbors could see in. We were born naked among the world, and naked we will return to our Lord to face our karma - it's the wheel, and I can't stop it, and you can't either. No entity, organization, or person other than myself is responsible for the postings made herein, or affiliated with the written content contained herein (except where expressed consent and approval are so noted.) Now that all of that necessity is out of the way...Poetry links are found below and to the right of center...the rest is simply shady ~

I get by with a little help from my friends...

The beginning footfalls of this journey left behind a simple collection of my poetry...but I soon found that wasn't enough.

So at the encouragement of a couple of 'very good spirited' friends to keep up the writing, I thought I would incorporate a journal of my day to day existence, a catharsis if you will, to purge the racing, disconnected thoughts I have had since learning that I am faced with a progressive and potentially fatal illness.

"DaBinkey made copious notes of practically his every idle thought, in the belief that they were indecipherable by anyone but himself. Actually, their secrecy was assured by the fact that no one was remotely interested but himself" - from "Humans at Work" 1986.

So you, my journal, will give me someone to while away the hours with, someone to talk to when the house is still, or simply when the mind needs a friend. You journal, may also serve as case study to show the effects of the disease process, the bodily and mental capacities as they begin to extinguish, and the attempts at fighting back - a public display of the soul coming unraveled, as it were...a willing 'lab rat'; a living experiment is fine by us if it helps another family in the future to understand and cope.

Please take a moment to check out my poetry (links at upper right) if you would be so kind...who knows, maybe you'll find a smile, or a thought to ponder a while.

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