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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