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Are You Better Than Me? WOC

Posted in POB Audio, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Psychology, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 4, 2019 by Drogo

World of Competition, are you better than me?

Are you smarter? 

Are better looking? 

Do you sound better?

Are you better smelling?

Are you better skilled at life?

Do you deserve to procreate, while I just masturbate?

Were you born to win and me to lose??

Are you taller, bigger, and stronger???

Are you smaller, thinner, and faster???

 

This is the World of Competition,

Where we compete to be better than the other.

Your rank on the bloody charts of success,

Will tell us all who is better than the rest.

 

You stare at me and then dismiss me,

As being lesser than yourself

You don’t want to advance me,

At the cost of your own profit.

The price of your winning is my loss.

 

There ain’t no room for cooperation,

We cannot collaborate when the rules will not allow.

There can be no equality, when rates are based on quality.

Can you assess my monetary worth?

How much is my fucking soul after birth?

 

In this world you are either taking or giving,

If you are not good enough to take what is yours,

Then you must give what others have earned.

Or are you better because you give?

Either way, one of us is better.

 

Are you better at History?

Are you better at Math?

Are you better at Languages?

Do you spell like a mother-fucker?

Are you better at the Sciences?

Are you better at the Arts? 

 

Are you nicer?

Are you more sane?

Are you wealthier?

Can you buy and sell me?

 

Have you rigged the fight before we even begin?

What will you charge to allow me to win?

It ain’t no false dichotomy

Are you better than me?

BETTER THAN ME!!!!

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[ Audio Recording – Song Version ]

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Notes about this project lyric poetry and music style: my influences are Helmet, Biohazard, Faith No More, Hawkwind, Savatage, Bad Brains and other DC punk bands… the lyrics are about existentialist angst regarding social pressure to compete… it is about the human problem of wanting to compare things as dualities, instead of the more organic magic mushroom holistic view. the poem came to me in the morning, and i had to make the song to express the inner rage of individuals in society. it took me about an hour, but it might be one of my best songs because i was finally able to capture the problems between individuality and collective, and capitalist vs communist. also our attempts at trying to rate intelligence, skill, beauty. Special thanks the Judas Priest Cover band. I used my cell phone and 3 tracks on Soundtrap.

Clouds Are Real

Posted in POB Audio, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2019 by Drogo

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We swim in oceans of emotions, and we sail in relation-ships;

no more voting for corporate pricks;

we think and feel, and vote for those with appeal;

because clouds are real, clouds are real, yeah clouds are real.

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[ Audio recording of poem sung as a folk song ]

 

 

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Space Drogo – lyrics

Posted in Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 30, 2019 by Drogo

Space Drogo, always doing things with space!

Space Drogo, out to save the human race!

Space Drogo, the great king of the Appalacia,

Space Drogo, you betcha – he’s here to save ya! Space Drogo!

Always on a mission, space Drogo, flying in good condition!

Space Drogo, now you now his name!

Space Drogo, life will never be the same!

SPACE DROGO….. SPACE DROGO!!!!

– Lyrics by Andy Sweeney 2019

Haikus

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on June 14, 2019 by Drogo

Japanese Poems – Haikus (Hokkus)

 

So white the snow that chills bones; fire inside, keep warm; cold is winter frost – Drogo

 

Such utter silence! Even the crickets singing; muffled by hot rocks. – basho

 

I am going out; be good and play together; my cricket children – issa

 

Not a voice to stir; darkness lies on fields and streets; sad the moon has set. – imozeni

 

Lightning flash, crash; waiting in the bamboo grove; see 3 dew-drops fall – buson

 

Ashes my burnt hut; but wonderful the cherry tree; blooming on my hill – hokushi

 

Life? Butterfly on swaying grass; That is all; but exquisite! – soin

 

Glorious the moon; therefore our thanks dark clouds; come to rest our necks. – basho

 

Dim the grey cow comes; mooing mooing, and mooing; out of the morning mist – issa

 

Take the round flat moon; snap this twig for handle; what a pretty fan! – sokan

 

Why so scrawny cat? Starving for fat fish or mice; or backyard love? – basho

 

Seas are wild tonight; stretching over sado island; silent clouds of stars. – basho

 

Dewdrop let me cleanse; in your brief sweet waters; these dark hands of life. – basho

 

Mountain-rose petals; falling, falling, falling now; waterfall music . – basho

 

Amorous cat, alas; you too must yowl with your love; or even worse, without! – yaha

 

By that fallen house; the pear-tree stands full-blooming; an ancient battle-site. – shiki

 

In the open shop; paper-weights on the picture books; young spring-time breeze. – kito

 

In city fields contemplating; cherry-trees; strangers are like friends. – issa

 

Green shadow-dances; see our young banana-tree; patterning the screen. – shiki

 

Laugh now pease; remember how we like to be; love inner joy – drogo

 

Dont touch my plum tree! Said my friend and saying so; broke the branch for me. – taigi

 

Twilight whippoorwill; whistle on, sweet deepener; of dark loneliness. – basho

 

Many solemn nights; blond moon, we stand and marvel; sleeping our noons away. – taitoku

 

Fie! This fickle world! Three days, neglecting cherry-branch; and you are bare. – ryota

 

Hanging the lantern; on that white blooming bough; exquisite your care! – shiki

 

In the sea-surf edge; mingling with bright small shells; bush-clover petals. – basho

 

The river; gathering may rains; from cold streamlets for the sea; murmuring mogami. – basho

 

A gate made; all of twigs with woven grass; for hinges for a lock this snail. – issa

 

Wind-blown, rained on; bent barley-grass you make me; narrow path indeed. – joso

 

I dreamed of battles; and was slain, o savage samurai! Insatiable fleas! – kikaku

 

In silent midnight; our old scarecrow topples down; weird hollow echo. – boncho

 

Dew evaporates; and our world is dew, so dear; so fresh, so fleeting. – issa

 

Seek on high bare trails; sky-reflecting violets; mountain-top jewels. – basho

 

For a lovely bowl; let us arrange these flowers; since there is no rice. – basho

 

One fallen flower; returning to the branch? Oh no! A white butterfly. – moritake

 

Under cherry-trees; soup, the salad, fish and all; seasoned with petals. – basho

 

Now from cherry-trees; millions of maidens flying; fierce war-lord storm. – sadaiye

 

Moon so bright for love! Come closer, quilt enfold; my passionate cold! – sampu

 

Too curious flower; watching us pass, met death; our hungry donkey. – basho

 

What a peony? Demanding to be measured; by my tiny fan. – basho?

Yo Soy Yo Mismo

Posted in Ethics & Morals, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2019 by Drogo

Yo soy yo mismo – I am myself

I am married to Freedom, and she knows me for who i am. We were married when i became an adult, and our wedding vows were made with each heart break. I am loyal to my friends, and mostly to the best of them, but no one owns or controls me. Those who live with each other are part of each other’s lives, and no promises or betrayals are needed for patterns of behavior to be known. To love Freedom is a game of release, without cheating because there are no jealous hateful rules for others to enforce.

Poem on Death or Loss

Posted in dreams, Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, relationships, Spiritual, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2019 by Drogo

My gardens, my pets, my friends, my family… those I lose are still with me every day and every night. i still see, hear, and feel them around me and inside me. im always reminded of those things that make me who i am. the things i lose are alive in my dreams or in the presence of other things. Sometimes my dreams of my dead father being alive feel very real. To be remembered is not a depressing concept it is the dying and absence aspects that hurt; but only in forgetting is there absence of our conscious minds; but that is limited absence in the totality of being. 

– Drogo

Lullabies – Sleep Songs

Posted in Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2019 by Drogo

Sleep Song by Drogo

 

My mind is almost gone,

I don’t know what’s going on.

Lulled by a lovely tune,

I will be asleep soon.

Some way, some how,

I am going to the land of sleep now.

 

Good-night.

 

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more to be added when im awake….