GOD told me to tell you and Dream another dream, this gig is over

Well, tax season is over which also means, my gig playing Statue of Liberty in the street is over and I am officially unemployed and now I can play bum again. I do a pretty good job at that but it doesn't pay anything, that's the part I need to find out how to change that scenario. If I was smart enough, I should get a street performer's license and play drums on 5 gallon buckets down tourist trap street, I mean, Duval street, that way I wouldn't have to go out and get a heaven forbid, dare I say, REAL J.O.B., it makes me itchy just thinking about the corporate nightmare. But the license isn't cheap, I heard it's about a buck fifty but I could make that back and then some, in the long run and make my own hours. I still couldn't sleep in because K.O.T.S. wakes you up at 6:30 A.M. every morning without fail and yo ass better be off the property by 7:30 A.M. or yo ass is gonna be written up per Nancy Banks, it's a scary thought. Side note: Murphy can get back into K.O.T.S. tomorrow night and my other dumb ass friend Scotty can get back in on the 24th after he got busted drinking Vodka at the hacienda de K.O.T.S. I don't understand why these stupid ass people bring alcohol into K.O.T.S. Scotty's not the only one, I always see at least one beer can or empty pint bottle in the garbage can of the bathroom every night.... I got kicked out the one and only time when I was finishing my beer which I had in a brown Arizona tea bottle outside the gate next to my bike waiting for the line to go down when Monitor asshole Cookie Monster comes out and asked me what was in my bottle I replied, "Tea" of course. He came over and smelt the beer in the bottle and said I couldn't stay at the lovely homeless shelter that night. To his credit, he only kicked me out for one night. But in my defense, I didn't bring the beer pass the fence and inside, I was trying to follow the rules. But they said, that you can can't have alcohol on the property period. I wasn't gonna argue where the property line started but I started to.

Anyway, their kicking me out of the library due to limited computer time..here's a new poem...


GOD TOLD ME TO TELL YOU

4-10-12/ADDED LYRICS 4-18-12 GOD WASN'T FINISHED YET, NOT MY FAULT, BLAME IT ON THE ALMIGHTY



CAN YOU SEE MY TEARS

BEHIND MY SUNGLASSES

(AS THE SUN SETS)



I'VE SEEN

A LOT MORE THAN

YOU WILL COMPREHEND

(RISE ABOVE THE REST)

(NOT THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN THEM)



BEEN THERE

DONE THAT

(COMES WITH A PRICE)



I CAN'T EXPLAIN

YOU HAD TO BE THERE

(A TOUGH ROAD TO FOLLOW)

WRITE A HIT SONG

TO SAVE THE WORLD



ONE CHANCE

TO LAST

A LIFETIME



GOD HAS GIVEN ME

THE POWER TO SPREAD THE WORD



I CAN'T HELP IT

HE CHOSE ME

TO TELL YOU

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW



IT'S UP TO YOU

TO READ

THE WRITING ON THE WALL



TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET

FROM THE WISDOM

HANG ON TO

YOUR FREEDOM

HE WILL WAIT FOR YOU

AT THE KINGDOM



IF YOU DO

THE RIGHT THING

AT

THE RIGHT TIME



GIVE WHAT YOU HAVE

PASS ALONG THE LOVE



HE TOLD ME

HE DOESN'T LIKE

GREED OR GLUTTONY



HE LIKES TO SEE

PEOPLE HELPING

OTHERS IN NEED



I ONLY TRANSFORM

THE INFORMATION

INTO A

SIMPLE POEM

SO THERE IS

NO CONFUSION

THERE SEEMS TO BE

ENOUGH OF THAT

IN THE LAND OF

PLENTY



I CAN ONLY TELL YOU

WHAT HE TOLD ME



POST IT ON A PAGE

FOR ALL TO SEE



THIS IS THE END

OF MY STORY



P.S. BY THE WAY



ONE LAST THING

HE SAID

BEFORE WE GOT DISCONNECTED

HE LOVES ALL HIS CHILDREN AND CREATURES

HE CREATED



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Tribute to my friend, Murphy, Thank you for your service, you paid the price and you're still alive !!

NEW FOUND MURPHY FAMILY
Written by you know who on 4-14-12 @ 4:14 A.M. in front of, again, Liberty Tax, my future former employer.

7 MINUTES LATE
TO A PLACE I HATE
HAD TO SLEEP OUTSIDE
ON THE STREET
LAST NIGHT

THE STUPID NEW GURU
WORKING THE DOOR
SAID
IT'S PAST TEN
WE CAN'T LET YOU IN

GREAT
I THOUGHT
IT WAS WRONG
NOW I HAVE WORDS
FOR ANOTHER
STUPID SONG

MEANWHILE
BACK AT THE RANCH

MURPHY WAS TOO LOUD
AND GOT
KICKED OUT

NOW SOME SHELTER
HE LOOKS
TO SEEK

A BUS STOP
HE FOUND
TO REST HIS
PRETTY LITTLE HEAD

VIETNAM ARMY WAR VETERAN
TOLD ME HE
WAS WITH THE
SPECIAL FORCES
DIVISION

KILLING GOOKS
LEFT AND RIGHT
HE CAME BACK
ONLY TO BE CALLED
A BABY KILLER

DRAFTED
IN A WAR
HE DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT

STUCK IN THE JUNGLE
LOOKS LIKE
MR. BOJANGLES
NOW HE LOOKS
FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
ON THE COLD CONCRETE

THIS IS
THE THANKS WE GIVE
FOR A MAN THAT
DEFENDED OUR FREEDOM?

FOUGHT A WAR
WE NEVER WON

I TRY TO DO
WHAT I CAN
FOR THE MAN
THE LEAST I CAN DO
I COULD NEVER DO
WHAT HE ALREADY HAS

I AM HAPPY TO SAY
I FOUND HIS LONG LOST SON
ON A FACEBOOK PAGE

NOW HE KNOWS
HE ALSO HAS
2 GRAND KIDS

BROUGHT A TEAR
TO THE MANS' EYE
AS WELL
AS MINE

SOMETHING
YOU WILL NEVER
GET TO SEE

THAT IS WHY
I HAVE TO WRITE THESE WORDS
TO EXPLAIN
THE BEST WAY I CAN
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE ALONE

BUT THE GOOD THING IS
I FOUND A NEW FRIEND
IN MURPHY
NOW HE CALLS US
FAMILY

HE'S OLD ENOUGH
TO BE MY FATHER
HE NICK NAMED ME
JUNIOR

NOW WE LIVE
HAPPILY TOGETHER

LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO SLEEP
IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE



I WOKE UP MURPHY @ THE BUS STOP AROUND 7 A.M. AFTER WRITING THIS IN MY NOTEBOOK AND TOLD HIM THAT I WROTE THIS PIECE ABOUT HIM. I READ IT TO HIM AND HE SAID IT WAS "GROOVY" HIS FAVORITE WORD OF CHOICE IF HE LIKES SOMETHING AND IT BROUGHT A TEAR TO HIS EYE. I ALWAYS SAY, I DON'T CARE HOW SIMPLE I WRITE, IF IT MOVES ME AND/OR SOMEBODY, I MUST BE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT. UNTIL I GET INSPIRED TO WRITE AGAIN, I HOPE YOU LIKE THE WORDS I PUT TOGETHER, SEE YOU LATER, GOODBYE :)>

Friday the 13th- In Memory of my Mother

HOME ON THE RANGE
Written April Friday the 13th, 2012 @ 13:13 P.M. in front of Liberty Tax, my current and soon to be, former employer.

HOME ON THE RANGE
IS THAT AN ORANGE
IN YOUR POCKET
OR ARE YOU
JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME

YOU SEE
MY DADDY
GOT SHOT BY
A 12 GAUGE
LEFT ME AND MOMMY
HOME ALONE ON THE RANGE

BUT THEN
SHE REMARRIED
WHICH I THOUGHT
WAS STRANGE

I COULDN'T COMPREHEND
THE HAPPENINGS
OR DOINGS
ON THE FOLLOWING DAYS

WHY DO YOU DRINK MOMMY?

DOES MY BRAND NEW DADDY
DRIVE YOU TO THE LIQUOR STORE
TO CALM YOUR NERVES

DOES HE SCREAM
AND YELL THINGS
YOU DON'T DESERVE

AT LEAST HE DOESN'T
HIT YOU LIKE
THE OLD DADDY DID

I WAS TOO YOUNG
TO DEFEND
YOU
AND MY OLDER BROTHER

I COULDN'T
REALLY FIGHT
TOO GOOD
FROM THE
RINGSIDE CRIB

I WOULD OF
STOOD UP FOR YOU
I HOPE YOU KNOW

I TRIED TO BOOK A FLIGHT
TO HEAVEN
BUT GOD SAID
I HAD TO WAIT MY TURN
HE SAID
I HAD A LOT MORE CHORES
ONE OF WHICH WAS
TO SAVE THE WORLD FIRST

I REMEMBER YOUR WORDS
FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT
AND DON'T TAKE NO SHIT
FROM THEM THERE
TOILET BOWL HEADS

KICK EM IN THE SHINS
AND RUN LIKE HELL
THEY'LL NEVER CATCH YOU
BECAUSE WELL
YOU'RE TOO FAST FOR THEM

I WISH I COULD GET
A ROCKET SHIP
TO AT LEAST
STOP AND VISIT
BUT
GOD WON'T GIVE ME
A G D TICKET

I'LL STAY IN TOWN
I'LL KEEP RUNNING AROUND
THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
LIKE A CRAZY HORSEY
GOING UP AND DOWN

I GOTTA GO
I'M GETTING DIZZY
JUST LIKE WHEN
I HIT THAT MOVING TRUCK
IT DIDN'T HIT ME

YOU CAME TO THE BUS STOP
TO SAVE ME
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
I'LL HAVE TO WAIT
AT LEAST I CAN
SAVIOR MEMORIES

MEMBER WHEN
YOU SAID
YOU LOVED ME
MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

DOES THAT STILL HOLD TRUE
NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE
AND I LIVE
WITHIN MYSELF
IN A PLACE
I LIKE TO CALL HELL

I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
I STILL LOVE YOU
BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD


IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER, NANCY JANE JORDAN BERRY SANDERS MacDONALD

I'LL SEE YOU SOON!!! OX

MONSTER CREATOR and ROCK A BYE LULLABY- THE LATEST, IN A LYRICAL STORM

MONSTER CREATOR
4-10-12

BLOCK MY PROGRESS
FROM THE SUN THAT I SHINE

TAKE MY BUS STOP
WHERE I SIT ALONE

TO LISTEN
TO MUSIC
TO PUT MY LETTERS TOGETHER
TO FORM A SENTENCE
SO IT WILL MAKE SENSE TO YOU
AND DRINK MY BREW

PUT ME DOWN
WITH YOUR DIRTY LOOKS
BUT I MUST
WARN YOU
I WILL RISE UP AGAIN

I JUST CALL THEM
OBSTACLES
THAT MAKE ME STRONGER
YOU DON'T EVEN REALIZE
YOU ARE CREATING
A MONSTER

YOU THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL
I'M HERE TO TELL YOU
THAT YOU DON'T

WRONG ANSWER
WRONG NUMBER
BUSY SIGNAL
I CAN'T LISTEN
TO YOUR FAULT

YOU BROUGHT IT ALL
UPON YOURSELF
ALL YOU CAN DO
IS BLAME THE PERSON
LOOKING BACK AT YOU

THE WORLD IS NOT
ALL YOUR OWN

EVEN THOUGH
I AM HOMELESS
I STILL LIVE HERE ON EARTH
AND I AM
A PART OF THE UNIVERSE

GOD SENT ME HERE
TO SAVE YOUR SOUL

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS OPEN YOUR EARS
I KNOW THAT IS DIFFICULT
FOR YOU TO HEAR

LET ME BREAK IT DOWN
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A JOKE
THAT ISN'T FUNNY
AND THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL

ALL THE RIGHT ANSWERS
AT THE RIGHT PLACE

MONEY DOESN'T
MAKE THE MAN
OR SOLVE THE WORLD'S PROBLEMS

YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER ONE
WE COULD GET RID OF
YOU ARE NOT THE SOLUTION
YOU ARE A LOT OF THE PROBLEM

APPRECIATE
THE SUNSET
THAT GOES DOWN EVERYDAY
AND RISES
WHEN YOU NEED TO WAKE UP

NO NEED TO JUDGE
I'M JUST LIKE YOU
YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE ME
THE ONLY THING CLOSE
IS WE ARE BOTH
FLESH AND BLOOD

GOD IS THE ONE
WHO PUT US ALL ON THIS EARTH

YOUR MONEY BLINDS YOU
FROM WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON

I HAVE ALL
THE RICHES IN THE WORLD
AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE A DIME
TO CALL
SOMEONE WHO CARES

WHEN YOU SEE
YOUR OWN MOTHER DIE AND CRY
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO

THEN WE CAN TALK
AND I WILL TELL YOU
HOW IT FEELS
TO BE ALONE IN A EMPTY WORLD

THEN YOU CAN BITCH AND MOAN
ABOUT THE BILLS YOU HAVE TO PAY

COMPLAIN ABOUT
THE HOMELESS
WHO HAVE NO HOME
TO GO TO

THEN BITCH ABOUT
RISING TAXES
AS YOU HAVE
A SHELTER
ALL YOUR OWN

LOOK AT ME
LIKE I HAVE
NOWHERE TO GO

I WILL BE
RICH AND FAMOUS
BEFORE YOU EVEN
LEAVE THE GROUND

THEN YOU CAN
LOOK AT ME NOW

A BIGGER BANK ACCOUNT
THAN YOU
EVER THOUGHT ABOUT

WHO IS ON TOP NOW
WHO IS LOOKING DOWN NOW


NEXT WE HAVE............

ROCK A BYE LULLABY
4-11-12 @ KOTS AT 5:55 A.M.

POP A COUPLE PILLS
TO KILL THE PAIN
DRINK A FEW BEERS
TO ENTERTAIN
AND REARRANGE

WATCH THE IDIOTS
STUMBLE AROUND
FIRST THING
IN THE MORNING

LISTEN TO THE NIGGER*
THAT NEVER STOPS TALKING
IN THE CORNER
KEEPS TELLING ME

HE USED TO BE
A MILLIONAIRE
WHO JUST GOT OUT OF JAIL
AFTER SERVING
32 YEARS

HE SAYS
HE WILL BE ON TOP AGAIN
AFTER HE GETS OUT
OF THE HOMELESS SHELTER
AND THE HOLE
HE IS TRAPPED IN

I TELL HIM
THE PEN IS MIGHTIER
THAN THE SWORD
AND THAT
I AM GOING TO GO FAR

FARTHER THAN HE
CAN EVEN FATHOM

10,000 LEAGUES
UNDER THE SEA
HE WILL SINK
AS I FLOAT
ABOVE THE OCEAN

WHAT HE USED TO BE
WILL BE ME
AND I WILL LIVE
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
HIS LIFE IS GONE
NEVER TO RETURN

THESE MOTHER FUCKERS
GOT ME
TWISTED
FUCKED UP
WHAT ARE THEY THINKING
THAT'S RIGHT
I ALMOST FORGOT
THEY'RE NOT
I AM TOO FAR AHEAD
TO THINK ABOUT WHAT THEY SAID

I AM HEADED
FOR OUTER SPACE
TO MAKE UP
FOR ALL THE TIME
I LOST BEFORE

BETTER RUN FAST
BECAUSE I AM ON
A WAR PATH
OF DESTRUCTION
TAKING NAMES LATER

I'LL SEND
A THANK YOU LETTER LATER
FOR THE
INCENTIVE AND INSPIRATION

I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT
WITHOUT YOU

CHECK YOUR MAIL
YOUR ROYALTIES
SHOULD BE IN THERE

I'LL BE BACK
WITH A
MONEY GUARANTEE

WHEN YOU WAKE UP
I WILL GO TO SLEEP

WHEN YOU WALK
ON THIS SIDE
I WILL BE
ON THE OTHER STREET

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE
THE LOVE
I WILL BRING

THE WEDDING
IS ABOUT TO BEGIN

PLEASE TAKE A SEAT

SIT YOUR ASS DOWN
CAUSE YOU CAN'T FOLLOW ME
EVEN ON YOUR BEST
OR MY WORST DAY

GIVE UP NOW
WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE
TO CONCEDE
THIS JUST MIGHT BE
YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BREATHE

GET IT WHILE YOU CAN
YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN

HOW DID I
GET MIXED UP
IN THE MIST
OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT
SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF
ALL THESE LOSERS

I WONDER IF
THEY HAVE LOST
MORE THAN I

HOLD THE WORLD'S WEIGHT
ON MY SHOULDERS

I'LL TRY TO CRY
AND GO TO SLEEP TONIGHT
FORGET ABOUT
YESTERDAY'S PROBLEMS
DREAM ABOUT
A BETTER TOMORROW

DO IT AGAIN
LIKE GROUND HOG'S DAY
UNTIL THINGS CHANGE

*NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO FIELD QUESTIONS AND/OR COMMENTS LIKE AXL ROSE ON THE WORD "NIGGER". MY VIEW POINT, BOTTOM LINE, THERE ARE BLACK PEOPLE AND THERE ARE NIGGERS. JUST LIKE THERE ARE WHITE PEOPLE AND THERE ARE CRACKERS OR WHITE TRASH PEOPLE. I AM NOT AFRAID TO CALL A SPADE A SPADE OR A WHITE BOY, CRACKER OR A NIGGER, A CRACKEE. LET ME JUST SAY,.. I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE,I HAVE GREAT FRIENDS FOREVER, WHO HAPPEN TO BE BLACK, I GOT NO PROBLEM WITH DAT, TO NAME A FEW, BOB MARLEY, JIMI HENDRIX,ALFALFA, BARACK "WHO'S YO MAMA" OBAMA AND OPRAH WINFREY,DON'T FO'GET JAMES BROWN, I GOTS SOUL, MY BROTHAS AND SISTAS,I CAN GET ON THE GOOD FOOT, LIKE A SEX MACHINE BUT I CAN'T STAND A DIRTY, FILTHY,STEALIN',TALKIN' SHIT, MOTHER FUCKIN' NIGGER. IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE DUMB ASS QUESTIONS AND/OR COMMENTS, YOU CAN CALL MY PERSONAL HOT LINE- 1-800-KISS-MY-ASS-AND-DIE AND I'LL MAKE DAMN WELL SURE YOU GET THE RESPONSE YOU WERE LOOKING FOR AND DESERVE, WITH A BONUS, 30 DAY MONEY BACK GUARANTEE AND I'LL EVEN THROW IN THE SARCASM FOR FREE, THE DEAL OF THE CENTURY.

THANK YOU FOR READING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS EPISODE OF "A INDIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW", BROUGHT TO YOU BY, THE POETIC DRUMMER. :)------->PEACE, LOVE AND HAPPINESS FOR ALL MANKIND, PLANTS,TREES,CREATURES,BUGS,INSECTS AND ANIMALS!! AND EVEN FOR THE KEY WEST CHICKENS WHO GET A BUM RAP FROM ALL THE ASSHOLES IN KEY WEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 0-------OUT, TATER GATOR, DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN YO ASS---------------->[]