Free

Free

You are a star
Shining brightly, alone in the sky
People see your brilliance as a thing to capture
They reach out and grab your rays of beauty
They try to control you
But there is something that burns deep within
Something that says “I am free!”
Then another sees your light
To him it means Love
He reaches out to touch
Your many beams of radiance
They move to fast for him to hold
He can only brush them with the lightest of touches
But even that is enough to make the beam hesitate to leave is caring touch
He accepts this and does what he can to soothe
The star’s raging fire
Beams brush his loving hands and make calm the savage pain within the burning star
Then, a lone beam reaches out to him
He takes it and pours all that he has into it
His friendship, his carringness and most of all, his Love
Even though this is but one beam among many, he is thankful for this one ray of hope.
He knows that this start is fragile and free
But he longs for the say she sais “I am yours.”

Sidney Alexander
89-90

Tell Me

Tell Me

Tell me it will be ok
Tell me that the pain will go away
Tell me things will work out right
Tell me I will have that beautiful sight
Tell me I was meant for thee
Oh God please say that you Love Me.

Sidney Alexander
circa early 90s

Need

Need

If you could but know
My anger and frustration I feel
Not seeing you

If you could but feel
My love and devotion I feel
Just for you

If you could but touch
My heart and trembling I feel
Without you

My Love, I need you

Sidney Alexander
1992

You are my #Angel

You are my Angel

You are my Angel
Guiding me with insight
Knowledge beyond our world
You give me your wings for flight

I never understood the connection
Yet heard the term many time before
Love on a level without bounds
Like a tale from days of yore

A Muse, like no other
Inspiration that cannot be spoken
A spirit lifted up high
A strength that cannot be broken

A touch, a look is all I need
Sent spiraling around in a rush of joy
The link is without definition
To this humble little boy

S.A. ’09

Tom’s After Hours #Porno Diner

This could be the start of a really cheesy porno series.

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Tom’s After Hours Porno Diner

Takes place in a little quaint diner at night.  The menu has sexually suggestive food items.  Customers come in, order their food from a burly waiter.  If they order the *special*, Chef Tom himself walk out for a guest appearance, wearing nothing but a half-chef’s apron, and shouts out “Who ordered the special?!”  At which point the customer would be escorted to kitchen and ‘customer care satisfaction’ is served during the cooking process.

Menu sample:

Toasted Cheese and Fried Bacon in the Nude:

Two delicately toasted slices of man-made whole-wheat bread in an easy-toast oven.  Lavishly covered in ‘organic butter’, a slice of ‘whole milk’ cheddar cheese and topped with two pieces of Truly Great Canadian Peameal Bacon Fried in the Nude by Chef Tom. 95 calories.  Organic Mayo extra (add 5 calories for protein).

$3.95 + tax

**SPECIAL**

Same as above but with added ‘customer care satisfaction’ during the cooking process.

$103.95 +tax

Our motto:  “If it’s not good, the next one is a freebie!”

 

Learning English on another planet

Another strange idea that popped into my head….what it will be like for Aliens to learn our language.

 

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Alien 1: so I had my first Englishee lesson today

Alien 2: how was it

Alien 1: it was tough.  Englishee is a severely complicated tongue.

Alien 2: so I have heard.  What did you learn

Alien 1: we learned a traditional greeting

Alien 2: oh what does it sound like

Alien 1: it sounds like this.  Eh how you doin

Alien 2: are you sure that’s right?   It sounds…..weird.

Alien 1: the guy said he was highly qualified and that a Korean had taught him and that the Korean learned from something called a Merican or somesuch.  Sounds like a good pedigree to me so I hired him.

Alien 2: oooh that does sound good.  I am jealous.

Alien 1: We also learned some objects.  I remember hearing orawngee.

Alien 2: what is orawngee?

Alien 1: I don’t remember.  I think its a colour of one of their letters in the alphabet.

Alien 2: Huh.  That’s weird.

Alien 1: you’re telling me.  They also said I need to learn on a set skedulee as well.

Alien 2: Is that some sort of chair?

Alien 1: what?  How did you get that?

Alien 2: well you said on.  So that means you have to be on something right?

Alien 1: Hmmmmm you have a point.  Englishee is strange.

Volare Rusted from the Rain

1978 Plymouth Volare Coupe

I used to own a 1978 Plymouth Volare.  It, like my previous cars, was going to be a great little project.  Sadly, I ended up selling it before I could truly enjoy it.  Still, this song re-write is a tribute to that car.  Again, I make no claims to the original lyrics posted here for reference only.

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I stumble through the wreckage
There’s nothing left to salvage
No one left to blame
Among the broken mirrors
I don’t look the same
I’m rusted from the rain
I’m rusted from the rain
Dissect me until my blood runs down into the drain
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins
I’m nothing but a tin man, don’t feel any pain
I don’t feel any pain, I don’t feel any pain
I’m rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain
You hung me like a picture, now I’m just a frame
I used to be your lap dog, now I’m just a stray
Shackled in a graveyard, left here to decay
Left here to decay, left here to decay
I’m rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain
I’m rusted from the rain
guitar
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain
Go on crush me like a flower, rusted from the rain
Come on, strip me of my power, beat me with your chains
And if I’m the king of cowards, you’re the queen of pain
I’m rusted from the rain, I’m rusted from the rain
The sun will shine again, I’m rusted from the rain
I’m rusted from the rain, the sun will shine again
I’m Rusted from the rain
REMAKE
Volare Rusted from the Rain

 

by DragonDon

 

I stumble through the wreckage

Volare Rusted from the Rain

There’s nothing left to salvage

Volare Rusted from the Rain

Among the broken mirrors

Volare Rusted from the Rain

It’ll never look the same

Volare Rusted from the Rain

Volare Rusted from the Rain

 

Part me out till the oil runs down into the drain

The locked block won’t pass cars into the lanes

It’s nothing but a tin can, won’t see the road again

It won’t see the road again, it won’t see the road again

Volare Rusted from the Rain

 

Go on take me to the crusher, Volare Rusted from the Rain

Come on Leaning Tower of Power, torque me with your strain

And if it’s the king of V8s you’re the queen of vain

Volare Rusted from the Rain, Volare Rusted from the Rain

 

You parked me like a Chevy, now I’m, just a frame

I used to be your driver, now I’m just a pain

Broken in the boneyard, left here to decay

Left here to decay, left here to decay

 

Volare Rusted from the Rain

 

Go on take me to the crusher, Volare Rusted from the Rain

Come on Leaning Tower of Power, torque me with your strain

And if it’s the king of V8s, you’re the queen of vain

Volare Rusted from the Rain, Volare Rusted from the Rain

Volare Rusted from the Rain

{guitar}

 

Go on take me to the crusher, Volare Rusted from the Rain

Come on Leaning Tower of Power, torque me with your strain

And if it’s the king of V8s, you’re the queen of vain

Volare Rusted from the Rain, Volare Rusted from the Rain

 

Go on take me to the crusher, Volare Rusted from the Rain

Come on Leaning Tower of Power, torque me with your strain

And if it’s the king of V8s, you’re the queen of vain

Volare Rusted from the Rain, Volare Rusted from the Rain

The paint will shine again, Volare Rusted from the Rain

Volare Rusted from the Rain, The paint will shine again

 

Volare Rusted from the Rain