Take my Love (Firefly Theme Cover)

You took all my love, since I gave it for free.
And you took all my land, without paying the fee.
You left me bereft and thus naked of dirt,
And then wonder why that I'm leaving this Earth?

You took all my love, and you took all my land.
You're taking me swiftly where I cannot stand.
And dare you then wonder why I do not stay,
To pick my bones cleanly until judgement day.

You took all my love, I'm heartbroken and sad.
You took all my land, it was all that I had.
I guess that I wronged you, and this was the fee,
But darling, you can't take the sky 'way from me.

Tomorrow I'm leaving, I'm fading to black.
So do tell your sister I'm sorry for that.
Do tell the Thieves Jolly and ole One-Eyed Jack
Tell them, yes tell them, I ain't coming back.

You can take all my love, since I gave it for free.
And have all my land, must've owed you that fee.
You can burn up the land and then boil the sea,
But darling, you can't take the sky 'way from me.

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Okay, here's my version of the firefly theme song in anapestic tetrameter (why not, I'm on a roll).

Greatest

Show

Ever.

Grenade (Bruno Mars Cover)

What's easy to come is too easy to go.
Inescapable truth that gives birth to my woe.
In hindsight, so clearly, I should have known this.
Your eyes were wide open the first time we kissed!

And you take and you take and you never did give.
I imagine you're heartless as long as you live.
And when you get back to the place that you're from,
Do tell Mr Satan that this round he won.

You said that you love me, but you are a liar.
If my body caught flames you'd throw gas on the fire!
And despite all of this, or perhaps it's because:
My darling I'm giving you all of my love.

And so it's for you, I would catch a grenade.
Throw both of my hands right on top of a blade.
I'd throw my own body in front of a train.
I'd endure all of  this, even much greater pain.

'Cause darling, for you, I would lay down and die.
I'd do this although you would bat not an eye.
For you, yes my darling, I'd catch a grenade.
And yes, even though, you would do not the same!

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Here's a poetry version of Grenade by Bruno Mars.  Anapestic tetrameter, for your tuesday enjoyment

For you, my babe, I'd catch grenade.
And take a bullet to my brain.
There's just one question cause me pain:
My darling, would you do the same?

I'd throw my hand atop a blade,
And thrust myself before a train.
For you, I would endure this pain.
My darling, would you do the same?

Oedipus Wrecks: No Woman, No Cry

No woman, no cry.  'Cause the birthless don't die.
And it's only those bound up by gravity sigh.
'Cause we'd rather go upward, yet pulling us down.
'Til we lose all the thirst for the sky and do drown.

But we don't really know it, we're stuck here below it.
Until came along a most bothersome poet.
Who danced cross the waters, and caused such a bother
With songs that do blaspheme the way of our fathers.

And poet, you're crazy!  And mad, you just may be!
I think what you lack is a beautiful lady!
Distract, from your heresy, rhythm, and rhyme.
Do partake in the flesh, don't you know it's divine?

'Cause it's oh so sensational, flesh gravitational, next
you'll be saying we should be relational sex.
When the labia wet, and the member erect
And what happens is next, how my Oedipus wrecks.
With the clock and the moth and the rust and accruing of debts.
And the wine and the dine and the time and the wicked don't rest.
It's the same for the blessed, and of this I confess:
Not sure which I AM, but for sure I am wrecked...

And befuddled, confused.  By myself, I'm abused.
Whenever by compass of dust I am moved.
It's been oh too long, though the bound dub it wrong.
Yet the poet counts out a most blasphemous song:

No woman, no cry.  'Cause the birthless don't die.
And it's only those bound up by gravity sigh.
Cause the king of the hill is the king of the dust
and the clock and the moth and the thieves and the rust.
And only defying the gravity wise
Yet often colliding between of your thighs.
The weight of this flesh causes Oedipus sigh.
'Cause the birthless don't die.  Hence no woman, no cry.

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I'm not sure if this one is understandable by anyone (including me) but it may get us all a little closer to understanding to review the first in what has become the Oedipus Wrecks series.  Challenged myself by writing in anapestic tetrameter, and pleased that the flow of it seemed to come out naturally and it was really really fun to do a reading of it.  I hope I didn't talk too fast, in my head the rhythm of this one is a pretty fast horse gallop, but still wanted to make the words intelligible.

Love Song (Songwriter's Strike)

If you're up and on your way,
I won't write for you to stay.

Won't be your instrument to play
And I won't strum for you today.

If you're up and out to leave,
With heartache that will not be eased.
I know a love song's what you need,
But I will grant you no reprieve.

If all I hear is, "Leaving... leaving..."
Then I'mma need a better reason
To write the love song that you pray,
So I won't write you, not today.

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A spoken word cover (remix?) of Sara Bareilles - Love Song.  She was all sassy with the original, I was trying to go melancholy with this one but it came out sounding kinda menacing.  I think my voice makes everything sound menacing :(  

Oedipus Wrecks: Megalomania (Everybody wants to rule the world)

To my dearest shipwrecked Oedipus,

Everybody wants to rule the world.
As if somehow we'd do a better job.
Those established fools should bow and scrape to us.
And campaign oaths, they prove such vanity.
In four year's time, so dutifully we vote
again--the spiral gains momentum fast.
Too big too perfect world, it can't be ruled.
Yet Lao-tzu's sage advice ungrasped, unheard.
'Cause even on our best behavior
Turn our back to Mother Nature
Think ourselves some kind of savior.
Everybody wants to rule the world.

So welcome to your life, the one way street.
And there's no turning back, no trading.
Don't worry, even having someone else's life
We wouldn't live it any better, prob'ly worse.
'Cause even reap another's fields, we sow
our own in spring, the autumn harvest too familiar:
Antigone, how can it be? Again?!
So dry, dry, dry those eyes, don't sigh that
Nothing ever lasts forever.
Pleading, grant us just a measure.
Of some freedom and of pleasure.
Everybody wants to rule the world.

The design that I decide is my remorse.
And from these shambles help me make the most.
Yet there comes no echo, no reply, so I
Wallow in this indecision
Cloudy, lacking further vision.
Subject to my own derision.
Everybody wants to rule the world.

And, "There's a room where light won't find you."
A fantasy, how can it be, much more?
There's no wall that won't come tumbling down.
Holding hands, as sands pour inexorably.
And when they do... I'll be right behind you.
Everybody wants to rule the world.

Sincerely yours...

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The third edition in my Oedipus series... so as you probably know I'm not really up on pop culture like at all, but I somehow heard Lorde's cover of "Tears for Fears - Everybody Wants to Rule the World", which is more menacing sounding than the original.  I like menacing, so I thought I could do a menacing one too in poem form, but it ended up coming out lighter (not light, but lighter, for me... it's relative, leave me alone!) but it's just as well I have so much menacing sounding works anyway. I tried to challenge myself by doing it in mostly iambic pentameter.  Here's Lorde's cover if you're as behind as me and just now heard it.

House Bolton

Our blades are sharp, and this we know...
because the flayed man tells us so.
His screams resounding in our halls
The audible trappings for our walls.
And our floors are crimson true.
The only thing they lack is you.
Your cries and anguish, these conflate:
The Dreadfort shall ye decorate.

A naked man has secrets few
But everything comes into view.
A Bolton knows the truth that's whole
hidden deep within your soul.
Beneath the surface that we peel
And then the wholeness is revealed
From the breast, we take it from:
A flayed man, he has secrets none.