The Ballad of Sam and Nona

He came from the dust of bullets and muck

and she with the grace of lilacs and such

Between the two was one fierce soul

two halves that made a whole

Together they could not be beat

he made her tough she made him sweet

they made their way and paid the toll

and slowly grew into two sacred souls.

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The Toads are writing Ballads today. I've been away from my poetry for a while busy working of some other projects. This was a good one to get back on tract. I think there's more here but for today that all I got.

Registered Mail

Shay is kicking it old school in the Garden with some old fashioned snail mail. I took a bit of a dark turn turn on this one. The last letter I got was registered mail for the Custody Agreement mediated between me and my Ex - by far my darkest hours. 

I worked in my favourite song of all time Behind Blue Eyes. I posted both versions of the Song - the original by the Who and and remix by Limp Bizkit. I like the Who better. The new version is well sung but they left out the one verse that is my favourite lyric of all time in song or poetry: 

When my fist clenches, crack it open 

Before I use it and lose my cool 

When I smile, tell me some bad news 

Before I laugh and act like a fool 

And If I swallow anything evil 

Put your finger down my throat 

And If I shiver, please give me a blanket 

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat 

[That's why Fred Durst is the Worst.]

Behind Blue Eyes (The Who Original)

I refuse to sign today

for self-inflicted tragedy

the evil that I didn't swallow

my hamster had a speed wobble

then Speedy had a heart attack

I had to stop and take a tick

but if I choke

who'll stick their finger down my throat?

I hate those pricks 

those courthouse bricks of family sicknesses

held by mortar made of horrified 

and mortified little kids

who had to choose

and always loose 

no matter what they did.

Should I sign for misery?

register my apathy?

In the case of him and her 

Overseen by hatchet face

Gunna put me in my place

I'll take the head 

You take the rest 

If I confess would you take less?

Would you feel these feelings like I do? 

and I blame YOU

"Wah Wah Wah Wah Wah"

What the fuck was that?

Charlie Brown's teacher talking 

reading mediated papers

in the the case of me and you

no adultery but we're sick 

of getting screwed

Roger Daultry ringing in my ear

nobody knows what it's like

to be jaded and so faded

and to carry all these lies

Discover whether weekends 

and a birthday here and there

are enough to Limp along 

and show how much I care 

but maybe there's loophole here

maybe I won't fail?

if I never sign 

Maybe I can buy more time

if I never sign 

Registered Mail.

Behind Blue Eyes (The Who Original)