ragged rhymes by harold amoroso

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Ragged Rhymes

By

Harold Amoroso

ILLUSTRATIONS BY JENNIFER



Copyright © 2001

Harold Amoroso

Double-Humper Publications



Autumn

Swirling, curling up the street

yellow, red and maple leaves.

Chilly breezes whip around

so turn your collars up.

Breathing in the crystal cold

to warm and puff it out like smoke.

Just one more block to walk till home

holds me in her warm embrace.

Counting Sand

She looks at me just like November,

chilling the curious desire to reach.

Waiting to run into one

who doesn’t flinch and run

is like counting sand.

Time and time and time again,

but every time

it takes me longer to recharge.

How do I correct a spiral dive?

Anti-gravity?

Breakfast

Breakfast on the patio,

sunshine on my face.

Yawning is a pleasure I can take

this time of day.Coffee, cakes and tangerines

and pleasant company.

Myself is someone here and now

I’m not afraid to be.

Morning washes clean my mind

and memories away,

for all the pain and goals unreached

life still can be OK.



Hope

Hoping still

for that universal tidal wave,

rushing, warm, and lifting me,

when she looks into my soul.

When she speaks I’m not afraid

to conquer any Everest,

Looking, longing,

hoping still.

Depressed

Fumbling, stumbling down the road,

grabbing signposts for my life.

Solid ground is just a passing thought.

Freezing, sneezing in the rain,

getting good at hiding pain.

Sometimes I get ideas that I’m caught.

Sagging, dragging out at dawn,

damning clocks and telephones.

The ghost is growing weary of this game.

I had a reason once I think,

for doing life and fearing death,

but it escapes me.



It Will Come

In the cold, in the black

in the back of my mind,

it’s hard to imagine the light.

Still I’m convinced it will come,

it will come.

It’s often I reach

for the vision of sight,to see what prodigies see.

Not soon enough it will come,

it will come.

If one would believe

the media type,

there would be no use having eyes.

Death and destructionpromoted with hype

and millions of similar lies.

In freezing December

I’m reaching for June

and all of the life it will bring.

I’m bound to believe it will come,

it will come.

Let’s Pretend

I was alive some years ago

I think it was B.C.

when goals and love consumed my days

and life was lived by me.

But recently it’s all downhill

and suicide says “Come.

Close your eyes and give it up.

Life can’t be lived by some.”

Wake up! you wretched, sinful soul

and find again the flame,

that burns and brightens up the worldand lightens up the game.

It’s not too late to still create

and laugh and love and win.

Come play the game of “Let’s pretend”

and start to smile again.



Miracles

Music blue and green,

too real to be ignored.

Velvet vocals still caressing me.

A perfect soulmate from the past

lost in present time, still calls.

How to find her once again

is a game almost too much.

Yet the spirit still is sure

of miracles and so,

will go throughout millennia

to make the team come true.

The Alien

Promising blue and white, then green.

A jewel of a rock,

unexpectedly found.

It’s just the spot to cool my jets and drink a few.

Navigating waves of earthlings,

who are busy burning down the place.

Seems sanity gets lost

somewhere along the way.

I’m glad it’s not my planet, still,

I think I’ll stay a while.



Reality

Beast,

keep your distance.

Take a holiday.

I need to run for just a while

like a wild child,

through trees and rain and meadowlands,

until I sleep

and dream a dream of innocenceno one can take away.

Beast,

keep your distance.

Look the other way.

For just a moment I'll pretend

my freedom is unlimited,

and laughter comes to me

that doesn't have to end,

until I fall asleep and dream

of something called reality.

This Valley

Big balloons and galleries

and wine and wine and wine,

the universe it used to be

to me when I was nine.

Rolling acres of estates

of all variety,

work the vine for wine and grape

and notoriety.

Weekend tourists flood the place

escaping city steel,

to crowd the cafes and the parks

and leisurely take meals.

Streets become a parking lot

impossible to drive,

but who can turn away a friend

when holidays arrive.

It’s smaller now than years ago

this valley I call mine,

the universe it used to beto me when I was nine.



The Truth

There’s beauty in the music

filling all of space;

energy and even matter sing.

Octaves follow octaves,

spiraling away;

resonant to every living thing.

Light and mind and postulates

surround and swirl around,

spilling over in reality;

making solid some ideas

thought of in a dream.

I wonder what society

could make out of this world,if every boy and girl were taught

the truth that was themselves.

You

The memories of you keep coming back to me,

sparkling eyes and laughter are mostly what I see.

But lifetimes come and go like breath

and pictures aren’t so bright,

And pressures of the daily grind

take memories from sight.

Hordes of robots give reports

of murder, blood, and tragedy;

mindless of the crimes they do

on our humanity.

Men who promised they would lead

and take us out of slavery,

daily fail the test of truth

and plead insanity.

What is worth this hellish dream

that few have woken from?

And who escapes the endless traps

to sail among the free?

The memories of you keep coming back to me,

sparkling eyes and laughter are mostly what I see.



Slaves

You must be something marvelous,

beautiful and dangerous,

for them to try so hard to keep you down,

and try to keep you small

and far from libertywith taxes, guns, and cops.

Truth can make you free

so they do not broach the truth,

nor hint about the strength

that lies in you.

The slave who doesn’t realize

that freedom can exist

is best the faithful slave.

She

She can turn heads

she learnsshe can acquire with small effort

under massive assaults of admiration

she crumbles

and resigns herself to be loved.

Trust in Me

Insurance money crinkles and widens up the eyes,as Dr. Barbie Bituate prescribes another high.

‘Trust in me, just in me’

The plague of helpless humans, convinced that they’re insane

excites his padded pocketbook like voltage to the brain.

‘Trust in me, I’ll set you free’

Silent screams from broken hearts go crashing down the halls,but deafness of the heart and soul seems to be his goal.

‘Trust in me, then you’ll see’

Jackets straight, electroshock and drugs to make you blind,

lobotomies and other ‘cures’ are what we have in mind.

‘Trust in me and you’ll agree’

Mumbling, stumbling to the bank

with shame and blame and doubt,

If I could only drug them all they’d never find me out

‘Trust in me, trust in me.’



Dreamers

Dame radio speaks

and romances me,

throughout a sleepless night.

Visions of one

dancing alone,

keep swirling ‘round my head.

Memories brighter are calling to me,

I think I’ll lose her eventually.

Dreamers hold on to your dreams

Dreamers forget not your dreams

I thought I could feel

the beat of her heart,

and love that lives forever.

Mysteriously

she whispers to me,we’ll always be together.

Morning comes creeping into my brain.

Without a goodbye she turns into rain.

Dreamers hold on to your dreams.

Dreamers forget not your dreams.

Someday

I grew up in Texas and learned how to fight,

and learned what was wrong and what’s right.

I know how to whistle and lasso a cow,

but that’s not what bothers me now.

I kiss all the girlsand some of them cry,

to this day I still don’t know why.

Someday, someday

I keep getting told it will happen to me,

I’ll be head over heels someday.

I can’t build a rocket to fly to the moon,I can’t hardly carry a tune.

I’ve got no diploma to hang on the wall,

somehow I don’t miss it at all.

It don’t bother me

I laugh anyway,

I guess I’m just lucky that way.

Someday, someday

I keep getting told it will happen to me,

I’ll be head over heels someday.



Free as an Angel

You woke me from a nightmare

of never ending tears,

I think I’ll always want to have you near.

You woke me from a nightmare,with just a little kiss,

I didn’t know a soul could feel like this.

I’m as free as an angel

escaping heaven above

I’m as free as an angel,

but I’m a prisoner of love.

Life tried to make me older

and tried to make me hide,

but I can live forever by your side.

Life tried to make me weaker

with every passing day,

but I could move a mountain when you say:

I’m as free as an angelescaping heaven above

I’m as free as an angel

but I’m a prisoner of love.

Life Could Be A Melody

Life could be a melody

if you would only smile.

Life could be a symphony


I could live without your touch –

without your kiss, won’t miss it much,

but life could be so sweet to me,


I would be a millionaireif I could make you smile.

I could dance like Fred Astaire

if I could make you smile.

There’s no one that I couldn’t be

- Superman, Hercules,

Life would mean so much to me,

if I could make you smile.

You’ve got some worries about love

I know – everybody does

But when you walk into the sun

every shadows on the run

What can I do

What can I say to you?

Life could be a melodyif you would only smile

Life could be a symphony

if you would only smile

I do without so many things

like limousines and diamond rings

but I would own most everything




Teardrops

I remember loving one,

I remember loving two,

I remember all the things that lovers do.

Seems I’ve lived too many years,

bled and cried too many tears,

hoping for a miracle from out the blue.

But I realize my pain

isn’t anything but rain,

after all it’s only teardrops that I cry.

Don’t damn the daylight.

Don’t damn the night.

Don’t damn forever,

or the reasons why.There’s still tomorrow

and a brand new sky,

after all, it’s only teardrops that we cry.

When you find yourself alone,

and your dreams are turning blue,

and no matter how you try they won’t come true.

When you’re losing every game,

and you want to go insane,

and you know your lovin’ soul is growing cold,

Take a walk into the sun,

your forever’s just begun,

and remember it’s just teardrops that you cry.

Don’t damn the daylight.Don’t damn the night.

Don’t damn forever,

or the reasons why.

There’s still tomorrow

and a brand new sky,

after all, it’s only teardrops that we cry.



After You

Living alone isn’t easy, after you

loving another’s not easy, after you

I don’t mind a bit

I’ll have to admit

I’m still, I’m still after you.

Songs aren’t so sweet, after you

and nothing’s complete, after youwine is undrinkable

sex is unthinkable

I guess I’m just sick after you.

All Because of You

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See black I laymidan

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Rachel, Rachel,

Krash an brakendown

My weep a tally undofare

Day jam blue sadi sound

I creep, I cry, moonday, moonda,

Tare up da cane to bleedGodsee menan she fakenda

All down to Lobandee

Kari kachelle an dance a fite

terrific up to do,

am crackle to fabrainian

and all because of you.

ragged rhymes by harold amoroso

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