| Michael Kelly Borton ©2004 Here are years of simple rhymes. The first writings were done when I was fifteen to kill the boredom. I started writing to get the thoughts out of my head because they kept repeating. I figured the more lyrics the better since one day I had hoped to play drums for a Rock band. With a lot of time spent looking in a very old dictionary, for band names to use. I wrote down some definitions to a few words. I went through seventeen years worth of poetry, ramblings, short stories, raps, social commentaries and just plain weirdness to weed out the best of the best stuff. Hopefully, it’s as good as anything that you have ever heard or read. Enjoy. Michael Kelly Borton. "Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained." - William Blake (1790) 1985 VORTEX Anything like a whirl in it's rush: Something that cannot be stopped: A whirlwind or anything on a whim: A whirlpool. 1985 I don't know what became of us. We are so far apart but on the other hand we are so close. I would love to love you. When I ask you for help all I get is an evil stare. I say to myself she does not even care. Time and time again I ask and do not receive. You always make it my fault, and somehow I believe. I'm climbing a mountain of loose rock and slowly losing my grip. My people tell me, it’s a bad trip. When I ask you for help all I get is an evil stare. Now I'm to the point that I don't even care. Why don't you share? Is it because you are not really there? 1985 S.W.Y.W.S. You see what you want to' see. You hear what you want to hear. Just do not ever stand in front of fear. With your newly found cunning, you walk with poise and control. The moon was nearly full and there was much for you to do. Take the Sun, Moon, rain, stars, and forever yes. Embrace your fantasy, yeah. 1985 SELF: an identical person, an aspect of ones personality. What one is, the very same, Chiefly, or wholly regarding one's self Heedless of others 1985 DRUM: an instrument of percussion stretched on a frame usually a cylindrical or hemispherical in shape A container for liquid, The tympanum of the ear or the upright part of a cupola. To beat a drum, to beat or tap rhythmically, to thump continuously, to expel with beat of drum, to summon as by drum to impress by continued repetition drumming. Drummed (drumhead, court martial). 1985 The Road You’ll find the road you're looking for only after you've paid your dues. You might not make it with your soul intact but it will grow back. Some people Laugh and cry, others whisper and scream. I simply run around and dream. 1991 BEYOND THE KNIGHT ETERNA Across a misty Moore, see the figure upon a running steed. The knight, may he be free. A hundred nights spent alone. His days filled with hate cold as stone. Beyond the Knight, for his beliefs are right. Beyond the Knight, just stick it out and fight. An albatross on a windy shore The figure in silver throws the timeless seed. The Knight Eterna we forever need. A hundred nights poured with rain. Days filled with pain, make you insane. Beyond the Knight is beyond our sight. Beyond tonight be free. 1993 The old rugged cross. Hear the rain falling. Hear millions and millions of drops sizzle as they hit the puddles. I heard, the rain falling. Living a lie dieing a truth. Is there a GOD? Show me the proof. The darkness consumes and then the lights deaden your site. Had peaceful thoughts? No not ever again. Who is going to save us all? The things you do affect us always. The things you all do always affects us. 1993 Take me under your little wing. I’ll take you on an intangible thing. Take me into your heart. I will put myself in part by part. Not ever again what has been. Take it from me you can never be too late to win. Open the window of tomorrow. It is a race to the clouds. Peaceful obliteration. Society enshrouds. The moment has finally arrived. I will leave for tomorrow today! Immortality torn from me a mortal soul is what I’ll be. The sandy winds have blurred my sight. The human stew boiling in the night. The window of tomorrow shall be broken. Why don’t you take in all the fresh air? I’m painting some pictures in your mind. Peace and harmony soon, I hope you will find. 1993 Would you introduce me to myself? Could you help me with my health? I can see you in my mind. I’ve seen you in my past. You’ve got no reflection. I’ve wished that I could have you. That is all that I had asked. 1993 Better than most but not as good as some. You’ve crossed the bridge at the right time. The river flows under. A man stands in wonder. I cross paths. Join the Gods in their limelight. Never go back it was a boring night. Something what is it? Nothing, what isn’t it? You have nothing and we all have something. Chemically killing the world. Like there is something eating away at me. I give it another shot. Armageddon is the Earth’s unnatural course. So help you, you? I am Q. You are I. I am you. I am hate you are love. Away flies the purple dove. 1993 As you’re tripping and falling into the depths of life you cannot forget to strive. Strive for life. I will always tell you to try even while I cry. Today’s choice makes the man and you’ve made the only choice that you can. Simple rhymes all in simple time. Quality is king. Cops come for you. It’s the damnedest thing. There are animals that don’t know of a boundary. As you’re tripping and falling into the depths of life don’t forget. 1993 Poverty forever Forever in poverty Wealthy only never Never ever wealthy They are keeping you together Birds of the same mother-fucking feather Economic stench Killing for the wench Nobody ever cares Can’t you see? It wasn’t me taking Uncle Sam and breaking his back over my knee Quality of vanity Will it be? The grim state of it all Surely Communism must fall The great Berlin Wall of infamy Sorry state of self-pity You do not have it Money And it’s not really funny Hostages of insanity You are the society’s damned epitome The man who could end the world Got burnt Dried up and curled Ranch apocalypse The tragic vision will not be turned off for any reason Inferno of religion consumes the whole damned region You took my kids and you took your own Please, the light has shown 1993 As I pass through the cemetery gates I am whom the caretaker hates Grave robber Take what the dead posses Dig up the empty coffin Do you think they are laughing? Snatch the tarnished gold ring from the dead withered thing No need to spare all that green on funerals that have been They’ll die again and again Peaceful bliss is worth a pint of piss You lie there dead as he actually turns your head He is the robber of the grave A time or two they came to see you You’re not living and still you’re a tightwad Jew Peace sells and the dead are buying They cannot breath They are not even trying 1993 The fog rolls off the hill like sheets of gray cotton candy Carried to the heavens by winds of the sevens As my car swerves and finds it’s line You wonder why I have no mind The season changed as always 1993 The widower Black light The eternal fight Rap the rhymes Fuck the slime The widower cups his face in his hand He’s had all he can stand Poor man The bitch is dead Some freak went and cut off her head He’ll be better off without her we say Twisted sick day The widower of bitch found her dead in a ditch It wasn’t meant to be She has no legs beyond the knee 1-1-1993 Me to pieces, life to death, ripping and tearing the moments last breath. Arriving on the starting guns blast, it’s curtains for the eternal cast. Blissfulness, anarchists freed my wrists and blackened my lists. Birth to death, ripping and tearing your lives last breath. 5-17-1993 You’ll get all the sleep you need when you are dead When you’re at peace with yourself all you need is nothing and anywhere is home Low rider Peace rioter Love hater Masturbator Narrator Smut writer Champion fighter There is not anything whiter Death decider Make the plane wider Season changed and deranged Fall into the water Do not ever come Become the liquid that you are The piece of stone that broke off in my hand crumbled to dust Somewhat like sand Why do I see these things? 7-6-1993 Quantum relationship Damn near broke my hip Losers, users and abusers blowing this all out of proportion Delirious from you I want my destiny now Tired of all the same situations? Repetitive days Many different ways Take me home Tuck me in Read dirty stories to me The city and the river that runs through it Sad boy Happy woman I can’t be with you That’s been proven An old taste in my mouth Time to fly south The house of hate on the street of poverty 1993 Wake up unpleasant Sneer at the day that waits The suffocating Sun, making me wonder Who is he that creates? Formulas of the Twenty First Century Drink it down Let it fill you with intrigue Think so? Let the feeling go Bless the Phantom Lord Radio waves of sound blast you into the ground Reeling in the line of surprise What have you caught? Believe your eyes The child’s society feeding me I pick from the money tree Release the recluse Nightmare Night air cold Watch your breath Snow glistening as you walk Moon straight above, full Makes no shadow 8-9-1993 Pleasure and pain entwined. Look beneath you’ll find. Torque on your brain. Try and try to refrain. They’ve got you enraptured and captured. Too bad your skull is fractured. Messages of faith taken with haste. Jesus, it’s ruined my taste. I’ve done everything in my power to not wither and cower. I’ll take my medicine and smile as long as you leave me alone for a while. See me, know me, like me, hate me, leave me. Get the issue passed. Traveled through at last. City at night. The country at day. Let the angels show me the way. I cannot see the way it should be. I wish I could teach the World to share. To care. To bare all. Stars shine bright but not for me tonight. 9-29-1993 New York The breeding taking place is unreal The energy you reach out and feel The women I want to steal Build to the heavens Then bet on your lucky sevens Walk the dirty street Don’t talk to the cretins you meet New York It can’t be beat I love the city She takes me in I’m lured by the expectation It seethes with sin Offer me more than I can chew Spit me out only when it’s through A city that never sleeps At 4 AM the street sweeper weeps Continual forward motion The melting pot The stinking rot The bloody clot Another gunshot Nothing could prepare you except yourself Only a few short hours to intrigue me Oh when will I come back? I can’t let you be New York Baby stork Salad fork I’m a dork I want to be with you Look out my window and there you are The lights in the night shimmer Always someone there So what, they don’t care It’s not what it seems Incomparable, were my dreams Searching for an answer in all the wrong places I finally found what I want in the New Yorker’s faces New York is the world’s largest adult amusement park Just be careful on the streets after dark The new things happen, while the old things still go on Leave me there 10-19-1993 You candidly walk through town You hope no one kicks you To be sure of yourself, you look at a window to see your reflection Just to make you are you “Not a usual customer” she whispered to me Sweet treats I couldn’t wait to see A dumpy motel with a back alley access You run with me there Monsters outside my head Hunting me down Wishing I were dead Fairy God-Mother helping Not me I was lying there in poverty She did not see Father, raise your son Teach him well He’s probably the one What does that mean? I cannot tell, for your whole life I’ve foreseen What does this mean? I will not tell, because your life’s a living hell 10-1993 The Country’s in a depression The leaders say it’s a recession Come on guys Face up Let’s hear a confession You’re all kicking it in a huge burn session Right? No? I’m sorry How could I say such Pay me off It wouldn’t take much FBI, CIA Fuck you! It’s anarchy anyway ATF DEA Blow me and come back another day |
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