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Tommorro Today
A Poem by Ronin
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Kids of today tommorros leaders.
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As I walk these roads on broken heels
I look around and wonder what I really feel
Beneath the veil of silent tears
My soul is bared with all its fears
While the dogs of war cry havoc
bringing on the harbingers of black luck
I see the cities and towns pass me by
leave each border with a timeless sigh
What scares me most in these troubled times
The youth of today skanking for dimes
Kids having kids with no sense of shame
Living a life so full of melodrame
From Beijing to Boston its all the same
Kids killing kids for sleights of respect fortune and fame
And who is to blame
Look in the mirror the blame has your name
And so the journey goes on
time passes and soon it is gone
What future there is
is in the hands of kids that kill kids
© 2011 Ronin
Tommorro Today
A Poem by Ronin
"
Kids of today tommorros leaders.
"
As I walk these roads on broken heels
I look around and wonder what I really feel
Beneath the veil of silent tears
My soul is bared with all its fears
While the dogs of war cry havoc
bringing on the harbingers of black luck
I see the cities and towns pass me by
leave each border with a timeless sigh
What scares me most in these troubled times
The youth of today skanking for dimes
Kids having kids with no sense of shame
Living a life so full of melodrame
From Beijing to Boston its all the same
Kids killing kids for sleights of respect fortune and fame
And who is to blame
Look in the mirror the blame has your name
And so the journey goes on
time passes and soon it is gone
What future there is
is in the hands of kids that kill kids
© 2011 Ronin
THE CROW
(IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME)
It can't rain all the time
said the girl with sad eyes
And the crow saw the sign
taking to the skies ....it flys
He was killed on a night when demons roam
They broke down his door and entered his home
with lascivious glee
and wanton desire
They cast Draven out with colts deadly fire
Through the window he crashed the demons hit home
Sad eyes by the grave her heart was enslaved
By the sadness that engulfed the friends that she craved
Sarah was she a waif and a stray
Her mother a slave to morphias way
He heard the crow call after night did fall
And out of the grave Draven did crawl
Under a gibbous moon Draven called Shelley's name
But he knew she was out of the game
Through the dark streets and alleys he did roam
Till finally he had returned home
While guitars played a heavenly strum
The crow watched on anticipating the fun
The demons partied as but they would
Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is
For when the city burns he revels in what will be his
Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!
But the crow watched them with hungry eyes the time had begun
In the mirror a painted smile guitars playing to a heavenly choir
His heart in pain for the loss of his love
Tonight was his night he would burn them in a revenging fire
The crow was his eyes his ears
The demons would face him on this night of fear
Tin Tin in the alley of rats tonight is the night this life you will quit
MURDERER
Murderer, man? Murderer? Let me tell you about murder. It's fun, it's easy, and you gonna learn all about it
tin tin did say : I'd like you to meet two buddies of mine. We never miss.
Flashing blades spun through the night their deadly points looking for skin to split
Draven took them from the air returned them to their master with deaths deadly kiss
Darla in the house of pain served them their shots for a needle full of rain
In it goes filling her vein
The crow was there through the window it came
T-bird saw it and Draven to came
This one was easy he died on the bed
T-bird lay there with his blood so red
Turning to Darla like a mime from hell, his face unhidden
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children
Sarah is waiting for you her love is unbidden
Go to her a second chance I have given
One by one the demons did fall
they all died a year ago when devils night did fall
And now on this night back with the crows call
Revenge is what he needed most of all
And after this night to Shellys arms
He will return to his dead loves charms
Top dollar was the last to his place they flew
to late for him in the church of desire the die was cast
And as thunder rolls and lightning did flash
I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.
Through T-birds body the pain was his due
The deed was done back to the grave and his love so true
Shelley came for him in the mists of night
The crow looked on it was the end of the fight
Their love was true and oh so right
And good deeds were done on this devils night
To heaven ascended hearts so tight
Forever love
The crow took flight
© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin
ROCK AND ROLL MISH MASH
A Poem by Ronin
Between the devils and the angels
we are caught up in the crossfire between heaven and hell
A fire is burning in my soul
when i see the hoary dreams of a charlatans eagles
I realize my time is gone
The streets on fire
with my lady's desire
Tattooed in hell
While guitars crashed
And drums did roll
The man with the tigers eye trying to save my soul
The reaper walks among us
He knows all our names
And hangs out with Bacchus
Dreaming of the purging flames
And sitting up high on the rock
Watching the raggedy man heels clocking on the dock
With Hitchcock eyes and a warlocks speech
fingernails trailing blackboard screech
Another switchblade night
silhouetted lovers in the moons cadaverous back-light
Lips lingering, fingers browsing a virgins delight
Shake this town from your back
Before it bears down and you become a throwback
you know not what it is you do
This ain't no haiku
Nobodies mental kung-fu
Its just a flow from my cranial fu man chew
Words dripping in ones and two
come to my keyboard via digital virtue.
© 2010 Ronin
© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin
BORN TO THUNDER
A Poem by Ronin
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A tribute to Bruce Springsteen
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Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
A leather jacketed rocker working the six strings playing out a future skat
Cut loose like a deuce, another strummer in the New Jersey night
Heading down the highway to Darlington county
Rocking like he was born on the fourth of july
In a deadmans town strumming for your bounty
Those subway sages sitting like the living dead
and those south side sisters sure look pretty
when your playing just to earn some bread
That maximum lawmans still burning up flamingo with the rat and the barefoot girl
From the churches to the jails they hear the music that makes the head whirl
In incandescent heat the bare foot girls still drinking beer on the hood of that Dodge
And the man flashes his guitar like a switchblade hustling for the crowd
Born in the usa to the sound of a future beat
you took to the stage for our fun
cause tramps like you were born to thunder
and rip our souls asunder
© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin
47 SAMURAI
Forty seven who served and died
Giri and Bushido their binding cords
That drove them to draw their swords
Into karmic destiny they did ride
Two years laid waste to cherry blossom nights
Drinking and whoring delayed their plotting
Falling down drunks no fear were they breeding
Lord Kira spied on Samurai blights
Genroku fifteenth the oath is reborn
While the wind did howl and the snow did fall
Forty seven Ronin heeded the call
To honor their master their actions forsworn
To the beat of a drum and without delay
Lord kira's abode they did storm
Over his retainers forty seven did swarm
Heading the lessons of ten-shin Sensei
Hiding in the shadows Lord Kira was found
Bushido bound they gave him a chance
To end it all with the seppuku dance
For him the terror no words could resound
Without a word he was sent to his grave
Off came his head
Blood so red
Time to leave Kira's enclave
In sengaku-Ji to their masters grave
The story before them had traveled its way
With praise and drinks onto the end play
Celebration fitting for those so brave
Against the shoguns will the forty seven did act
Warriors true right up to the end
Standing shoulder to shoulder their oath will impend
They followed Bushido, filial piety fulfilled by their pact
Thou shalt not tread the same soil as the enemy of thy Lord
Thus their duty done
They took their lives beneath the rising sun
Forty seven died by the spirit of the sword
Death poem
tahdachi ya
toshi to kitte
koromogae
Time to go
They say the journey is a long one
change of clothes
The Last Gentleman Tramp
A Poem by Ronin
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Just a little ditty to our local city Tramp Tbag Pete, In the uk we call them tramps I changed it to Hobo for my American freinds,prefer Hobo anyway,more elegant than tramp and Pete is a Hobo.
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You roam Dylans land
with your swag bag in hand
looking for a
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