All of my songs and poems

[PopMartian33107]

Hello! I'll just post them here, one by one, for those of you who may have missed them. Please leave feedback and advice!

It Must Be Me

Searching the bar for a place to drink,
I see her face and order for two.
We begin to talk,
But you look like you have better things to do.

It Must Be Me

Listening to other patrons communicate,
For a lack of our own.
She softly combs her dark brown hair,
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever known.

It Must Be Me

While we enjoy the alcohol,
A crooked smile bears my soul.
She stares at me with those harsh eyes again,
Like I'm someone else’s fool.

It Must Be Me

Awkward glances, long pauses,
And the beer tastes awful sour.
She grins at me sincerely this time,
But I begin anoter conversation that leads to nowhere.

It Must Be Me

She checks her watch for the third time again,
While I stare down at her feet.
She waves lovingly at a man playing pool,
I turn towards her to see an empty seat.

It Must Be Her.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Nationwide:

I’ve been calling from the west,
And dialing in the east.
You say you’re often home
But you’re always out of reach.

Though you never gave me much,
I’m always seeking more.
With a stroke of the dial,
I can conjure up your smile,
But my passion super-cedes my self-control.

<Chorus>
Nationwide!

Just call on me baby,
Please answer the phone.
You leave me nothing
And you always have to go.

Don’t run from me baby,
There’s nowhere to go.
Though I ask for you
The answers’ always “no”.

<End chorus>

From the Atlantic to the Rockies,
From sea to shining sea.
You’re always out of touch,
Makes me think that you found somebody.

Looking in the Yellow Pages,
Searching for a sound.
But it’s always the same,
I hear that same damn voice:
“This phone number cannot be found.”


<Chorus>
Nationwide!

Just call on me baby,
Please answer the phone.
You leave me nothing
Yet you always have to go.

Don’t run from me baby,
There’s nowhere to go.
Even though I beg for you
The response is always “no”.

<End chorus>

Now that I found you,
You have nowhere to run.
It’s time for our lines to connect,
It’s time for a little bit of fun.

We enjoyed the conversation,
But new trouble lies ahead:
You’re always on call waiting,
You never let me go,
And now you say you want me in your bed!

<New chorus>
Nationwide!

You must quit calling me baby.
Why, just look at the time.
I leave you nothing
Yet you always tie up the line.

<End chorus>

 

[PopMartian33107]

Hollow Happiness:

Consider a hollow happiness,
When you're all alone.
You hide out in the shadows
Because there's no place else to go.

Sweet dreams have vanished,
And you feel so disconnected.
You have no emotion
So you know you're not affected.

It's alright,
Take comfort in nothing.
Because there are no fears
When you don't feel anything.

So you return, time and again,
To this surrogate happiness.
Though there are no hard times,
You sure miss the memories.

Emptiness festers all around,
In this world of none.
You find that the mountain you climbed
Was really a canyon.

Hollow Happiness.

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch

 

[PopMartian33107]

Reaching For Your Love (Country Song):

In my hands, I hold your necklace
And call out your name.
Waiting on the beach,
I know our love has not yet finished.

Sometimes, beneath the sunrays that fall,
I see images of your smile.
Though washed away by succumbing moon
The afterglow still lasts for a while.

My friends sometimes tell me,
They tell me,
WHY IS THERE SUNSHINE ONLY AT DAWN?
They tell me,
WHY DO THE CLOUDS FALL BEFORE THE RAIN IS GONE?

And I tell them…

<Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The sun is out now.
Let the sunrays lift your spirits,
Never stop to wonder how.

<End chorus>

Somewhere out in the distance,
A flower is growing.
Toppled by a man’s crushing weight,
But beneath lies a nurtured sapling.

Sometimes, behind those images of your smile
I see a frown.
They share the same mask,
And it’s one I’ve known for a while.

My friends sometimes tell me,
They tell me,
WHY IS THERE SUNSHINE ONLY AT DAWN?
They tell me,
WHY DO THE CLOUDS FALL BEFORE THE RAIN IS GONE?

And I tell them…

<Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The sun is out now.
Let the sunrays lift your spirits,
Never stop to wonder how.

<End chorus>

Out there in the imaginary landscape,
Bluebirds flock to an oak tree.
From the gaze of her closing eyes,
I sense that you’re both somehow free.

Sometimes, before the rain is gone,
I feel your gentle breeze.
I feel like I almost reached you on the other-side,
Even though I’m all alone before long.

My memories sometimes tell me,
They tell me,
WHY IS THERE SUNSHINE ONLY AT DAWN?
They tell me,
WHY DO THE CLOUDS FALL BEFORE THE RAIN IS GONE?

And I tell them…

<Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The sun is out now.
Let the sunrays lift your spirits,
But never stop to wonder how.

<End chorus>

Beneath the tall palm trees,
Two lovers are making love.
The rising tide is ravaging,
But we hadn’t had enough.

Sometimes, when I’m all alone,
I remember your dying words.
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever forget them,
But my heart tells my mind “no”.

My voices sometimes tell me,
They tell me,
WHY IS THERE SUNSHINE ONLY AT DAWN?
They tell me,
WHY DO THE CLOUDS FALL BEFORE THE RAIN IS GONE?

And we tell them…

<Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The sun is out now.
It won’t last for very long,
So let us stop to wonder how.

<End chorus>

“So let us stop to wonder how.”
Those were your dying words, dear?
I think I remember now.

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Much Too Much:

Though I speak for many
I cannot hear what they say.
Far-off whispers do not reach my mind,
For I am too seduced in finding another way.

Slanders and names are thrown down my path,
Their remarks go beyond the dividing line.
Thoughts and fears consequently emerge inside,
Their convictions must be as strong as mine.

Maybe when the world is deafly silent,
And there's nowhere else to go.
They'll tell me what's right and wrong,
And all that I need to know.

It is Much Too Much.

Reciting pages of the past,
Drowning in a sea of doubt.
Clinging to misconceptions until they last,
I fear that there's no way out.

New thoughts and ideas are replaced
By this Surrogate Mind
That was once gentle and smart and was
Mine.

Maybe when the world is deafly silent,
And there's nowhere else to go.
They'll tell me what's right and wrong,
And all that I need to know.

It is Much Too Much.

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Faith In Me:

Though we were once very close,
Growing up in the same prized latrine,
I have a new name for you, brother:
Enemy!

<Begin Song>

Calling in my many units,
Staring at those flashing screens.
Neither does a lot of work,
But they all know exactly what I mean.

Your squad has declared “peace”,
But did you see my noble men die?
The time for peace has never come,
There’s no time now to ask the question “why”.

We met at the Peace Grounds,
Another U.S. President tethered to us like a dummy.
Your empty promises left me feeling just that,
So when I launched the first strike, I felt lucky.

Pointless chatter during another peace treaty,
Lots of promises but nothing that matters.
I tore through your questions like an eagle,
Or a Chinese Powasake, rather.

Launching another bellow of hate,
Another victorious one-sided debate,
I glare at my faceless allies, yelling…

“We Have Won!"

The battle rages on,
With heroes on neither side.
Who needs a war hero however,
When I’m the greatest general that you’ll ever find!

Countless bodies lie lifeless on the streets,
Their faces frozen in perpetual fear.
My enemy’s forces are approaching the conclave,
It is time for my surprise attack to draw near!

Holding a white banner of pride,
The opposing forces wave it proudly and strong.
I cannot help but loudly scoff:
Their sympathetic lies might seem worthy, but they’re just plain wrong.

Ah! But the surprise!
A remote closed-in nuclear warhead.
Their troops hold back with plenty of gunfire,
With a stroke of a dial they’re all wasted!

The missile is deflected,
But my program is not affected,
Another hit blazes through my foe’s ranks, and I bellow…

“We Have Won!”

My enemy calls up the conclave,
To chitchat, probably not.
He says he has no choice but to strike back,
If it’s a fight he wants, then it’s a fight he’s got.

But what is this sound clawing at my door?
Hundreds of opposing units rush in,
Their boots thumping the polyester metal floor.
Drat! It seems like I have been caught again!

The brutes carry me out,
Singing songs of victory.
I never thought I would see the day,
Where the tables had turned on me!

My tribe will never hear the end of this,
Their prized leader being caught in a state of panic.
With my units losing ground by the number,
It appears that I would be finished.

Grabbing me by my neck and feet,
With my own troops nearly obsolete,
Drunken by their own power, the pawns scream…

“We Have Won!”

Escorted quickly to their base,
Much like mine accept missing a significant face.
But these grunts didn’t hold me hostage to win the war:
They desire a complete take-over!

Looking around from my vantage point,
I see many men but not my sworn enemy.
Ah! But there he lies tied up in a cage,
From the movement of his jaw, he vehemently disagrees.

Lo and behold!
I see the grunts holding a dangerous dial.
They will flee before it becomes chaotic,
So I stare at my enemy, with a mischievous smile.

The grounds become empty,
And the death toll is now squarely between two.
I feel a little childish now, the lives that were at stake,
As that’s all I ever wanted my efforts to do.

Growing weary and afraid,
I can’t help but stare at the dial, which reads “25”.
Suddenly, I see my enemy entangling himself from his trap,
And for the first time in many years, I’m glad to see him alive!

I turn to see an open cage,
Inside a reaching hand with exactly the same face,
Smiling at me with sad but peaceful eyes, proclaiming…

“We Have Won!”

“WE HAVE WON!”

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

"Some Sort of Homecoming", written by Alex Landenwitsch.

Sitting around before the opening night of their worldwide Vertigo tour, U2 are looking for something to do.

Rehearse?

Eat dinner?

Phone up their loved ones before the gig?

None of that. Instead, the band log onto The Edge’s computer and decide to visit a little known IRC chat room called “U2”…

***NOTICE AUTH.:***Looking up your hostname.
***NOTICE AUTH.:***Checking identity.
***NOTICE AUTH.:***Found your hostname.

***There are 12 users on 1 server in channel U2.

---Now entering channel “U2”.----

***Bono has joined U2.
***TheEdge has joined U2.
***Adam has joined U2.
***BlueGorilla has joined U2.

***TOPIC: Happy Birthday Appy!…again.

<BlueGorilla> Hey! Why do I have to get the weird nick?

<Bono> Sorry Larry. We checked, but your nick has already been taken by another user.

<BlueGorilla> Drat.

<Niamh> Huh?

<TheEdge> Oh, sorry, I suppose we should introduce ourselves…

<G|OriA> Just what we need, more imposters.

<Niamh> Should I ban them, Appy?

<Appy> Nah, they might be some fun.

<Adam> Imposters? We’re the real thing, baby!

<Bono> Even better than the real thing!

<Appy> Nice one, you U2 imposters

<OldHomo81> LOL ;D

***MadMax has joined U2.

<G|OriA> Oh great, even more trouble.

<MadMax> You better believe it! Mwahaha!

<TheEdge> Good evening, MadMax.

<MadMax> Um…good evening? The Edge?

<TheEdge> Yes, we are the real thing, as Bono previously announced.

::G|OriA checks their location and identity::

<G|OriA> guys…I checked. They really ARE U2.

<Appy>…

<Niamh>…

<Tanya>…

<twilight>…

<OldHomo81> Ha, I knew it all along? ;D

<Bono> Told you!

<Tanya> vertigo rules! I’m going to 28 shows!

<TheEdge> 28, Tanya???

<Tanya> well, only 19….since you’re here tho, I wanted to double the number…

<TheEdge> Ah.

<MadMax> Edge, I drew a picture of you.

<TheEdge> Great! Let me see it!

<MadMax> -{|}

<TheEdge> Err…thanks.

<Appy> So, when do you guys go on stage tonight?

<Bono> Eastern time or Western?

<Appy> Hrmm...

<MadMax> Let’s have some fun!

<Adam> But I thought we already were?

::MadMax changes his nick to TheEdge2.::

<TheEdge> Hey!

<TheEdge2> Hey yourself!

<TheEdge> You can’t do that!

<OldHomo81> omg! I have so many questions to ask u edge#2…

<Adam> Two Edges?

<Bono> Oh no no, we had enough trouble explaining to Adam the Dalton Brothers…

::TheEdge2 picks his nose -{|}::

<TheEdge> Hey! I did not say that!

<OldHomo81> but it said you did

::TheEdge2 wipes it on Adam’s scrotum::

<Adam> What?! Edge!

<OldHomo81> my kinda fellow

<TheEdge> But I didn’t do that! That little annoyance did.

<Adam> Yeah, right, Edge. I saw what happened here. Denials get you nowhere. Remember “POP”?

<TheEdge2> Ha ha ha!

::TheEdge2 has been kicked from channel U2 by Appy.::

<TheEdge> Thank you, moderator…

<Bono> Let’s start a new topic, guys?

<Niamh> Sounds good. I’m a really big fan, by the way!

<Bono> Okay.

<OldHomo81> how does the sogn go u guys? “free at last, they took your pie”?

<Adam>Hmm…it’s been a long time, ya’ know? Good question, by the way.

<Appy> Great way to desecrate an MLK tribute, jackass.

<OldHomo81> I know

***MadMax has joined U2.

<twilight> Great, he’s back…

***NickServ- The nick “OldHomo81” is owned by someone else. Please choose another. If you do not comply, your nick will be changed in 60 seconds.

<OldHomo81> Huh? is that serious?

<Appy> Yes.

***NickServ- You have 30 seconds to choose a different nick.

<OldHomo81> But I need more time!

<Adam> Time…Time…Hmm, I like the sound of that…

***NickServ- You have 10 seconds to change your nick. If you do not comply, we will hunt down and kill you.

<Appy> Wow, IRC has gotten a lot more strict lately…

<OldHomo81> there’s no time.…this is it, guys…ill miss you

***OldHomo81’s nick has been changed to Guest90125.

<Guest90125> oh umm, I guess all that happens is my nick gets changed!

<Niamh> Yup, that’s all that happens!

<Guest90125> LOL

<MadMax> Moderators, look! OldHomo is impersonating someone with the nick Guest90125! You beter ban him, for OUR sake...

<G|OriA> Oh, that’s it…

***MadMax has been banned FOREVER by G|ORiA

<TheEdge> Thank goodness.

<Bono> Well, it looks like it’s time for us to hit the stage.

<Adam> Time…time…

<Tanya> we’ll miss you

<Appy> Yes, we all will! Good luck tonight!

<Guest90125> Sing “billy don’t lose my number”, u guys! ;D

<TheEdge> Was that a joke?

<Appy> You better leave before asking…

<Adam> Take care.

<Bono> Thanks everyone!

<TheEdge> Nice to meet you all!

***BlueGorilla has been silent for over an hour.

<Bono> Larry, say goodbye, for Christ sake!

<BlueGorilla > This fanfic is over!

The Edge’s computer suddenly explodes, and from the rising smoke U2 see the words “The End”.

“The End!”

How was it? Did you laugh? Please leave feedback and advice! Thanks!

 

[PopMartian33107]

In The Philippines

Standing out in the open breeze,
A cool wind passes by your head.
It reminds you of a gentle place,
Somewhere that’s more magical instead.

Dragging behind you some weight you can’t see,
As you hide your world-torn face from the neighbors.
Their smile reminds you that they care,
But for you, image is the only thing that matters.

The child inside the man
Is reaching to be heard.
The child’s need’s and interests, however,
Are often misunderstood.

In The Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
In a land where you are free.
In the Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Let them cater to your needs.

You grab your luggage,
And head to the airport.
It’s the first vacation you’ve taken,
And your vehement regerets almost lead you home…(oh sweet Lord).

The fire that’s burning inside
Won’t let you step back.
It’s a fire that longs for the Southeast,
An innocent state of being that you lack.

In The Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Taken to a land where you are free.
In the Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Let them cater to your needs.

Stepping off the plane,
Into a rugged state of territory.
A tired expression fades as you look around,
The beautiful landscape appears to be a living story!

Laughing at the volleys of the apes,
As they play with one another.
It reminds you of the love you left behind,
Your significant other.

Listen to the strange music,
Breathe in the southestern air.
Take a trip to a different land,
That is, if you dare.

In The Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Amongst a land where you are free.
In the Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Let them cater to your needs.

Jungles right in front of you,
Branch upon branch.
Staring at the monkeys in the air,
You realize that this is the inner child’s only chance.

The knocks pounding at your door,
Brings your conscience back to the significant other.
Doodling with your toy tigers and apes,
You look up to see a smiling mother.

The inner child is satisfied,
It was something that he needed.
The land was something you imagined,
And you know you had succeeded.

In The Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Amongst a land where you are free.
In the Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Let them cater to your needs.

In The Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Taken to a land where you are free.
In the Philippines,
Ooo-ooo-ooo-oh.
Let them cater to your needs.

In The Philippines.

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

The forum shows that people have read these writings, but have not responded. Wizard, Mullen4Prez and ZeroDude especially seem to be the only ones who like my work. Please leave some feedback and advice if you have read my writings! It will be greatly appreciated!

 

[For Honor]

It is nice to see another writer start revealing their work to us here.

Keep it up!



(Note: I would have responded sooner, but I was on an um......... "pseudo vacation".......... which basically means no cpu and lots of empty time......)

 

[PopMartian33107]

Thank you, For Honor. One of these days I'll have to catch up on yours and Zero Dude's writings!

 

[For Honor]

Oh, don't worry about it.

In fact, I wouldn't advise it. lol
Only about 1/8 of my writing is presentable, and my thread is mostly a sort of... breeding ground/laboratory/scrapbook/desktop/mess

It's not a collection of works like ZeroDudes is.


But I appreciate the thought just the same

 

[PopMartian33107]

A Shared Dream

Where I’m at,
I can see her just fine.
Why does she choose to stay there?
Has she made up her mind?

I remember her sewing my shirts,
Needle and thread.
Then she would give me kisses that would last forever,
At least, that’s what she said.

<Chorus>

Oh mama…
What’s wrong with me?
Oh mama…
Don’t you see?

<End Chorus>

I’ve tried yelling her name,
Sobbing and all.
Big man says I can’t shake her though,
It’s against the law.

Could we maybe change our surroundings then?
These white walls make me feel weird.
The bed isn’t even that big, either,
But those aren’t my worst fears.

Old pictures decorate the walls,
And the smile on her face let’s me know she’s alive.
But she’s in the same position every time the lights are turned on,
She’s been this way since I was five.

<Chorus>

Oh mama…
What is this stubborn act for?
Oh mama…
Will it ever again be like before?

<End Chorus>

Big man waves that it’s time to go,
And I’ve seen this gesture before.
Mama won’t even budge though,
Like she can’t take anymore.

Big Man and Mama walk out,
As the nurse switches off the lights.
I lie in bed awake, swearing that,
One day I’ll walk out with them, I just might.

<Chorus>

Oh mama…
Can I come?
Oh mama…
Am I still your son?

<End Song>
Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[Irishteen]

Great songs, i can't write songs but i can rip off some U2 songs, I have come up with Brutal Day, Acceleration, Where the avenues have names, Sent Off( Soccer chant for a red card), Got to go, the forgettable tire, Monday Muddy Monday, all terrible ruip offs of U2 songs, except maybe Sent Off.

 

[ZeroDude]

Great songs, i can't write songs but i can rip off some U2 songs, I have come up with Brutal Day, Acceleration, Where the avenues have names, Sent Off( Soccer chant for a red card), Got to go, the forgettable tire, Monday Muddy Monday, all terrible ruip offs of U2 songs, except maybe Sent Off.

Lol, just keep writing



PopMartian, great work my man

 

[PopMartian33107]

Lol, just keep writing



PopMartian, great work my man

Thank guys! It's your wonderful advice that keeps me writing in the first place.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Behind the Camera Lens

Reach the suburbs,
And you won’t get very far.
But travel to the studio,
And you’ll be close to my heart,
For I am a star!

<Begin Song>

Did you catch my latest starring role?
It was a box office smash.
The Academy filled my closet full of trophies,
My wallet bursting with cash.

Maybe you saw me on the morning show?
Check it out in syndication.
I was the angelic brunette,
So go and gawk at me, just check your local station.

I’m not one to dispense secrets,
But that hair wasn’t real.
My fading role in the limelight,
Also makes me prone to steal.

<Chorus>

‘Cause I’m a rising celebrity,
I’m filthy rich;
I’m a somebody, if you know what I mean.

This job’s a synch,
And I’m always ready;
They say I’m the best they’ve ever seen.
...The best they've ever seen.

<End Chorus>

Last week my manager ditched me in the pouring rain,
As eyeliner streamed down my powdered cheeks.
With new contacts calling me every day,
I still haven’t seen him in weeks.

Things haven’t improved much,
As my last motion picture was a bomb.
My husband hightailed it, too,
And now all my cash is gone.

I need a place to live, father,
And I really miss the things I used to do.
I’ve been living out on the streets,
Just searching for food.

<Chorus>

My weight is a target of photography,
And life is now a bitch.
I’m a nobody now, if you know what I mean.

But I’m burnt on the inside,
And I’m hardly steady,
‘Cause they say there’s nothing left for me to be.
…Nothing left for me to be.

<End Chorus>

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Standing out in the grass all alone,
I’ve been missing you for quite a while.
Your constant questioning, and how I teach you,
But most of all your divine smile.

Watching you hold your broken crucifix,
As I stand perched atop my golden podium.
You believe I have the answers to everything,
But there’s only one sure thing that I know:

<Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The Sun is out now.
Let the sunrays life your spirits,
Never stop to wonder how.

Soak up the Sun,
And stop worrying about other things you must do.
Bask in the sunlight while it’s still nice out,
Because you know that it’s all for you.

<End Chorus>

You arrive a little late,
As I wave “Hello”.
The frown on your face lets me know you’re not happy,
As well as the fact that you say so.

So I begin a conversation,
About the cosmos and the Sun.
Your disapproval doesn’t surprise me,
But it does further separate a unity that was once one.



<Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The Sun is out now.
Let the sunrays life your spirits,
Never stop to wonder how.

Soak up the Sun,
And stop worrying about other things you must do.
Bask in the sunlight while it’s still fresh,
Because you know that it’s all for you.

<End Chorus>

I point up at the Sun,
As a chill wind ravages by.
Seeing the birds flock to an oak tree,
I only wish you could let your wings loose and fly.

You smile at the passing wind,
As if it’s something you can identify with.
I’m suddenly ambushed by great knowledge,
As I finally realize our opposite attraction is a gift.

<New Chorus>

Though there are clouds in the distance,
The Sun is out now.
Let the sunrays life your spirits,
Never stop to wonder how.

Pouring rain will come before long,
The sunlight will not last.
Thunder clouds are arriving,
As rain sprinkles on the blades of grass.

<End Chorus>

And so, right there, we decide to dance.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Miles Away
________

Gazing at my friend,
Though what else is it that I see?
A confused little boy dressed up in a man's body,
Staring right through me.

So I begin to speak,
And ask him what he's done today.
Nothing much, except contemplating those questions
That he doesn't like to explain.

Miles and Miles Away...
Your mask has been shattered in this play.
Miles and Miles Away...
What is it that you want me to say?

He asks me if I believe in God,
And I say I do.
He yells at me for sharing a blind faith with everyone else,
But I'm the only one in the room.

He then asks if I believe in love,
And my answer is yes.
I'm sure he'll disagree with that notion,
At least, that's just my guess.

Miles and Miles Away...
Your mask has been shattered in this play.
Miles and Miles Away...
What is it that you want me to say?

This conversation,
Has been going on for hours.
The more he disagrees with me,
The more his voice gets louder.

I'm not satisfied with today's talk,
As my friend has much still to learn.
Depressed and giving up hope,
I turn away from the mirror.

Miles and Miles Away...
Your mask has been shattered in this play.
Miles and Miles Away...
What is it that you want me to say?


Miles Away....

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Misdiagnosed

12’ Midnight,
Pouring rain.
Can’t move forward,
And it’s all been more of the same.

So you open your lips,
And scream at the voices that bludgeon your head.
It’s just the medicine’s fault,
At least, that what the voices said.

But the opportunity to speak to the noises inside you,
Is never much of a choice.
Your heart reacts, but your mind lacks
That strong will power of those with a guiding voice.

Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?

12’ noon,
Sitting on the dock.
Not much else to do,
Except stare at your watch.

So you stand up,
And begin to run.
To nowhere in particular, since
It’s the unpredictable things that you find so much fun.

Jogging out in the thunder and rain,
Drops of hale fall packaged with wincing pain.
Your body reacts, but your mind lacks
That open freedom of the one’s who are sane.

Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?

You arrive at the grocery outlet,
Staring at the prized item you so sought.
You put the piece in your pants pockets,
Since the voices tell you that you won’t get caught.

Outside, the world is glowing with radiant sunlight,
As you cover your eyes from the glare of the windshields.
A worker comes running outside just for you,
And you take off in a stolen automobile.

The voices have left for better things to do,
Climbing into another soul but you don’t know whose.
Your conscience speaks, but your mind is weakened
By other ways of getting out of this dead end.

Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?

A high-speed chase,
Makes its way on the highway.
Everything is going to be all right,
At least, that’s what you say.

Your arm twitches to the left and right,
It must be that time again.
You’ll feed the poison it so desperately needs,
Your friend just hasn’t let you know when.

Breathing much harder now,
Knowing that there is nowhere to hide.
The world is bright and sunny;
Your only fear is the one that develops inside.

The police ram behind your car,
As you crash into the turf and the tar.
Your mind reacts, but your body lacks
The safety of that much needed buckled bar.

Misdiagnosed…
Body Tremors…
And the aura beneath your eyes.
Do you feel it?
Are you at all surprised?

12’ midnight,
As you lie peacefully in your hospital bed.
The voices are the only one’s who will join you in this eternal rest,
At least, that’s what they promised.

Do you feel anything?
Are you at all surprised that you didn’t win?
Misdiagnosed…


Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

A Single Lonely Voice
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Looking in the mirror,
Though your age doesn't show.
Getting ready for the job at hand,
It's the only thing that you really know.

Driving down the streets,
Looking at the ladies with their husbands.
You'll be ready to relax with your wife,
Once this job is done.

<Chorus>

Cause I am a...
Lonely Voice,
Brings about a
Lonely Choice.
Leaves you standing alone and straight,
Just like a soldier boy.

You end up hanging by yourself without any fun,
Always lurching down that silent run.

Which leads you back to the...
Lonely Voice,
Brings about a
Lonely Choice.
Makes you hot and dry,
Rather than cool and moist.

You end up hanging by yourself without any fun,
Always lurching down that silent run.

<End Chorus>

Reahcing the alley,
As you step outside.
You stare straight in the druggie's eyes,
You don't even let him know why.

He punches you in the jaw,
As a struggles ensues.
You take out your sidekick and blast him in the chest,
For it's just a job to do.

<Chorus>

Cause I am a...
Lonely Voice,
Brings about a
Lonely Choice.
Leaves you standing alone and straight,
Just like a soldier boy.

You end up hanging by yourself without any fun,
Always lurching down that silent run.

Which leads you back to the...
Lonely Voice,
Brings about a
Lonely Choice.
Makes you hot and dry,
Rather than cool and moist.

You end up hanging by yourself without any fun,
Always lurching down that silent run.

<End Chorus>

You imagine all the cash you'll make,
A hitman for hire.
There's another operation to bring down,
You hear it on the wire.

You see the hooded figure,
Brandishing a knife.
Shooting point blank at the target,
As the bloody cap falls, you realize it's your wife.

As tears roll down your face,
The boss is calling, you can hear his voice.
You kneel down by your suffering wife...
Just a single lonely choice.


Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[ZeroDude]

Sorry, I haven't been around that much of late, I'll periodically check up on everyones work so just because I havent replied doesn't mean I'm not reading I don't really have much time of late thats all

 

[PopMartian33107]

So They Promised Us A Stolen Land...
__________________________________

The Promised Land…
Many need to know where.
So they promised us a stolen land..
And yet, those same people don’t really care.

One side breaks through their bondage,
As a dirty musket shoots out cries of freedom.
Elsehwere, an Indian is reaping the time left on his prized land,
For he failed to read the small print on this given Reservation.

At the Battle of Little Big Horn,
A Native American fights to protect all that he owns.
Meanwhile, a generational family member is basking in an inherited fortune,
Stuffing his wallet full of cash at the newly purchased Casino.

The Promised Land…
It cannot be ignored.
But they promised us a stolen land…
Something that our fore fathers forged.

You can look high on the desert plains for the Promised Land,
For that is where it was conceived.
But you’ll be closer on the glitzy side of town,
Since it’s a place that has to be seen to be believed.

Simply praying to God anymore,
Won’t get you very far.
Ashes fall on the President’s Wall Street Journal,
As he puffs on his second cigar.

The Promised Land…
For many, they swear they see a light.
But they promised us a stolen land…
If you know too much, they have methods to keep you quiet.

Mars, Athiena, and Zeus,
They had a special thing together.
But a young King came and took their crown,
Just to be seated at the right hand of his Father.

Who does Heaven belong to?
The Chrisitians, Muslims, or the Jews?
In this world of religious warfare and blind faith,
It is no longer your right to choose.

The Promised Land…
Once belonged to the Greeks, but now can only be inherited by the Meek.
So they promised us a stolen land…
But what about the ignorant and the weak?

This time belongs to you,
Every shaft of light, and all the colors.
You know she looks beautiful tonight,
So go ahead and tell her.

This land belongs to all of us,
One Body, One God, and One Voice.
Out of one can come many,
So what you do with your identity is your own choice.

The Promised Land…
It must be something in your heart.
This song is for the cowboys and religious zealots who stole the Promised Land…
For, at least, that was a start.

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Sorry for the double post. Please read my reply below.

 

[PopMartian33107]

Sorry, I haven't been around that much of late, I'll periodically check up on everyones work so just because I havent replied doesn't mean I'm not reading I don't really have much time of late thats all

That's quite alright buddy, just take your time. I still need to catch up on some of your written pieces. I've been so busy writing my own that I haven't had a chance to! But I will soon, I promise. I anticipate many great things from you, ZeroDude!

Take care...

 

[PopMartian33107]

What If It Didn't Matter?
____________________________

What if the world went a different way,
With a different point of view?
What if we all went about it differently,
Would I still love you?

New ideas and Gospel,
Spread throughout a new world.
If it’s a brand new home,
Then whom do we kneel down before and call the Lord?

Do we love or do we hate?
Is it the former or is it the latter?
I ask you this:
What if it didn’t matter?

Does it matter?

So we build a wall of isolation,
To separate us from the thing we can’t comprehend.
We yell at those with different logic,
And yet, we still so violently defend.

So the wall surrounds only you now,
As you look out through the cracks.
You deny to provide others,
What they still give you in what you lack.

A mother freezing in the streets,
Her son’s face lying in her shirt, all tattered.
I ask you this:
What if it didn’t matter?

Does it matter?

You begin to look away from the grand scheme of things,
And act like no wrongs have been done.
Nobody gets hurt, after all,
If we all act as one.

You solidly construct your wall,
With ego and with skill.
You sometimes hear the echo of a cry,
Though if it be His will.

A sudden car crash,
With the girl lying on the pavement, guts all splattered.
I ask you this:
What if it didn’t matter?

Does it matter?

Karma, love,
And synchronicity.
The things that tie us all together,
Like a band of elasticity.

But they’re human-made ideas,
As you look up at the sky.
You don’t know whether to believe them,
Would they soon be disproven into a lie?

The tugging of the moon,
Balanced by the rings of Saturn.
I ask you this:
What it if didn’t matter?

Does it matter?

You open the window of your wall,
To those who care.
You’ll let them into your heart,
And it’s a wall you will have to share.

Slowly they chip away at the wall,
As you let yourself reach beneath the surface.
You don’t know if you believe in God yet,
For you don’t know whether or not that’s as far as it gets.

The All Divine,
The king and master.
Is He a joker,
Or does it even matter?

Does it matter?
Does it matter?

Your wall is down...
So I think I’m going to ask you right now.

Copyright Alex Landenwitsch.