short poem?

What happened in a previous life to cause the despair of this one?
These 'demons' in my head tormenting and critiquing my every move.
They lead me to a four way stop.
Instead of choosing a path, I become frozen.
Crippled with fear, of selecting the 'wrong way'.
With the thought of defeat I succumb to failure.
One move and I might win.
I wish I could, but I can't, take that risk.

WZ

Information Could Enlighten - Poem

When there's nowhere else to go.
Take stock of your possessions.
What can you live without.
What has no semblance.
You want to leave this place.
Hijack a plane going to a new country.
Why would they want you?
You offer them nothing.
Show them you are different.
Information can enlighten.

Maybe someone will give you pity.
Don't expect a lot though.
Any help you get is not free.
Fuel for your saviors boasts.
A few may want you to stay safe.
But to more you're taking their space.
Did you honestly think the roads here are painted in gold?
Search all you want, there's nothing at the end of this rainbow.

What's with all this hatred?
Is it new or have I have I started paying attention to it.
If you want to get through to the rest of us.
Pick a side and ready up.

No sympathy given here.
Refugees and asylum seekers just want to take advantage.
We're closing off the land borders.
Air is coming next.
They do not care where you are from.
The life you are giving up.
Stay out of the way.
You can't have their type of freedom.

Why can't we help each other?

Remember This? Weird Science single

1985 single Weird Science by Oingo Boingo. From the classic movie of the same name.

Never, but whatever - Poem

I will never have the pleasure.
Of gazing into your lovely eyes.
The sensation of holding each other.
During a rough day, or when falling asleep at night.
The contours of your body.
Snuggled up against mine.
Knowing this, kills me inside.
Like a knife stabbing my heart.
But I'm too sad to die.

I will never feel your soft skin.
Or our hands intertwined.
The thrill I would receive.
When you tell me "You are mine".
Your voice would be all I need to hear.
Link up our brains.
Connected, two peers.

I confess I made you up.
I only want something to love.
No pause, for celebration.
Out there is nothing for me.
A world that has turned me into a hermit.
Seven billion people.
I can't even find one.
You don't even exist.
All part of my over active imagination.

Texas Bride - New Poem/Lyrics

My bags are packed up.
I'm ready for the flight.
Take the shuttle to the airport.
Get anxious in the security line.
Gaze around the room.
To see if anyone here catches my sight.
None of them will do.
I need to flee and find.
My Texas bride.

So I fly back home to Houston.
A layover in Dallas made for a surprise.
Seen two brunette ladies while waiting.
They ended up boarding the same plane as I.
In a window seat I heard talking.
They both sat down to my right.
I stole a couple of glances, what would that hurt?
I heard one tell the other, they were headed home to Denver.
Man, I had to let out a sigh.
I almost imagined either of them could be my Texas bride.

After landing at Bush, I grab my carry on and disperse.
Call for a cab and rush to wait outside.
Standing by the curb, I see a cute blonde in a skirt.
All types of thoughts run through my mind.
I casually walk over, but she walks off before I can get near.
Hear a honk and notice it's my ride.
To the Galleria, I say. The driver mumbles OK.
And we're off into the night.
To find my Texas bride.

After some quiet moments.
We finally arrive.
He asks for a tip, I say I don't know what that is.
All I see now is the cabs taillights.
Walking over to the waterwall, my heart has never been as strong.
I feel at peace in this city of mine.
Do I deserve love?
Can I have a child or wife?
How long must I wait?
To find, my Texas bride.

New Unnamed Poem

What, what, what
The sound of a clatter.
Chained to a memory.
An entity, dark matter.
A person, a being.
I'd like to forget.
I gave you fifteen minutes.
You have none left.
You always disregard my feelings.
And show only disrespect.
Before I couldn't cut you out.
But I'm starting to believe now I can.
Deface the stills you're in.
Delete the videos in which you star.
Trash the mementos you bought.
The rest goes out the front door.
I don't want to hate you.
Admittedly, it wouldn't be hard.
Negative thoughts are a part of me.
That's just who you are.
I'll rid you from my thoughts.
Alcohol helps in that regard.
The more that I drink.
The less I remember who you are.
WZ

What to do? Blog Rambles 2

                  What does a person do when most options have been exhausted? When you no longer feel like a part of the human race, how do you change? Everything has become a blur and very little is satisfying and rewarding. Progressively getting worse each day. If nobody wants to talk to you, then bottling up your emotions is one of two options that seem to work for me. The other, as of right now, is writing poems. I'm fully aware that writings aren't very good. I've accepted that truth, but I always write things that I enjoy. When it comes down to it, you can only create things for yourself. I don' believe you should force yourself to make something if you don't FEEL it. Instead of becoming decent at something you dislike, there is NOTHING wrong with quitting. As far as anyone knows, this is the only life we have. We shouldn't waste it by doing things that make us miserable. Whether it's something small like listening to music for a while, or something big like wanting to move. Let's take action to create a positive light in our lives. We should be the masters of ourselves, NOT someone else. I've written this before and I'm sure it will come up again, but we all should have happiness in our lives!

LA or New York? Blog(ramblings) 1

From what I have read, it seems that in previous decades if you wanted some kind of success with your art then LA or NY was your best hope. They had the businesses to support and market the scenes in a way not many other areas could. Were the cities really all they were cracked up to be? I haven't a clue.  Nowadays there are big artistic communities in several cities across the nation: Austin, Nashville, San Francisco, Chicago, Detroit, and of course the Seattle/Portland areas. I would love to know if these places are viable alternatives to the 'Big 2'. If I were to guess, I would say that they are, but to an extent. In the age of the internet, does it even matter? We can now create and share art all over the world via computers. The artist can have complete control thanks to this, which I obviously believe to be a good thing. But does it mean you can be successful living anywhere now? Thanks to the internet, it appears many folks have done just that. I believe that regardless of what somebody does, they should always seek happiness. If a person is fine with posting their art on the internet, then fantastic. If moving to another place feels like the only path, then great, just be careful.
Everyone deserves happiness in their life.

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unfinished poem

I've never felt another city this cold.
Where progress is slammed shut with a resounding no.
Children and adults alike see no use in goals.
Wandering around until death, unfulfilled and old.
If you're lucky you get addicted to meth.
Rot your mind, teeth, and bones.
Having a working brain gets you into trouble.
If you veer away from the right.
You are terrorized by locals.

WZ

Remember This? Odd Blood

A 2010 fantastic second album by the band Yeasayer. It features some great alternative music.

Blame - Poem

The beat is fast.
Engaging and loud.
The treble piercing.
The bass making the speakers bounce.
My ears can't take it.
They start to bleed.
I can't help but dance, to the funky beat.

Pull my hair out.
Grind my teeth.
Brain is overloaded.
From the song that's playing.
Makes me want to shout.
Makes me want to scream.
Makes me want to buy a gun.
Fire at random, shoot everything.

It's not only the music.
Also video games and movies.
Comics, books, and toys
And suggestive tv.
When around these crutches.
I do as they tell me.
I'll go the whole nine yards.
As a brain washed dummy.

I could pass the blame.
To friends or family.
Say no one was ever around.
That nobody loved me.
None of it would be true.
A way to scheme.
One thing I won't do.
Is accept responsibility.

Remember This? Road To Nowhere record

This is a 12in Promo Single of the song Road To Nowhere by the fantastic Talking Heads. From the 1985 album Little Creatures. I do admit I enjoy the song Television Man slightly more though, which on the album is the song right before this one.