Musings of the Night Crawler

Living at the end of the free world.

2012-01-19T19:09:00.000-05:00

Initial spew 19/01/2012

Aging dinosaurs found they couldn't adapt,
to a quickly changing world.
So they squashed the entire cyber play ground.
To keep their feeding grounds full.

How far the mighty have fallen,
once the land of free and proud.
Now no liberty for any,
and censorship rules all.

In steps it came down like a hammer
Distasteful tools they were.
At first only to stop piracy.
Though banned soon were many more.

Heroically editing the net to show
just what citizen comrades needed to know.
Thought control and re-education for those
who read anything not corpo-government approved.

Living at the end of the free world.

Throwaway joe

2011-11-14T13:04:00.001-05:00

Initial spew 13/11/2011

My hats an old rag
I tie around my head
It's lying on the sidewalk
With some spare change thrown in

Got a rock for my pillow
Newspaper blanket to keep me warm
That paper's getting hard to find
Makes me think I'm gonna freeze

I used to work for the ibums
when things were looking up
but now all the jobs offshored
I'm living in a box

Go line up every day
to get a free hot meal
and if I can remember
nightly bed at the mission too

Once this was the land of promises
it's all gone to hell
now maximizing profits rules
and people are squeezed dry and discarded

The jack helps dull the pain
maybe even helps you sleep
if you are real lucky
maybe never wake

So buddy pass that bottle round
It's time to try again

Pirate Trade

2010-09-30T13:00:00.007-04:00

Re-write occurred on 05/10/2010

Alas my land they took away
left no means to support my way.
My mind it twisted, began to yell
took up the gun and sailed away.

Seized my home for tax unpaid
left bare on lanes to go my way.
Nothing left and beaten down
an outlaws life was my way out.

A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.

Upon the docks a fine ship found
one night dark, twas borrowed.
Sailing away into the gloom
hearts heavy with growing doom.

Heavy the hold with chest and cask
of rum, and ale, and food.
Stole some canon, power and shot
set out upon the unsuspecting lot.

A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.

Up and down the coast
a deadly trade is plied.
No ship was ever safe
from our canons fiery kiss.

A broadside and she's crippled
grape and chain takes down the sail.
Boarded swift and plundered clean
to a watery grave is sent.

A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.

Slipping in to ports we stop
to trade for grog and wench and song.
Quick the plunder soon be gone
we set off to sea again.

A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.

A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.

War Cry

2010-09-06T00:09:00.005-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
First cut, very rough.

The Captains of industry called a challenge
And the czars of commerce answered
They crafted their lies one upon one
Report upon report,
They called for the campaigns to start with month end

Notice went out across emails reaching all
That sounded like old repeating beans
6sigma and lean, downsizing right sizing
Fire your staff and move overseas

Throughout the quarters they cut their staff
With high profits on the side of the ruthless
They schemed their bottom line, plot upon plot
Dirty deed upon deed
At the coming of the investors meeting,
The great cuts began

They met in the market supposedly free
They looked out across the shining sea
And they reduced their head count
One upon one
Till all were gone
The economy was dead before it could begin

Big business leaders playing a game
They tried to maximize profits
And sold out their kin
And sold out their kin

Ghost Winds

2010-07-25T23:51:00.002-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
First cut, very rough.

Long hot nights, still thick air.
evoke thoughts of fine times spent
lying in the fields with a lady friend
tangled as one, a beast with two backs.

Crisp night air, with a nip of frost
brings memories of happy times.
Running swift on the hunt
Seeking prey or finding love.

Clear frozen nights, too cold to inhale.
Conjures visions of fires burning warm.
Time spent indoors laughing with friends and lovers.
Wrapped in blankets bare.

The old wolf test the midnight air
Each season brings with it memories
of times long gone by.
When he could still run swift.

Cool nights, new green and old decay
excitement stirs, though now only memories
Alone now, he sleeps wondering
if another season will ever come

Bringing with it its special memories
for him to relive once more
his mind still vibrant, young at heart
his body quickly failing

Low end people got a minor touch

2010-07-20T12:32:00.000-04:00

Low End People got a bit of a re-work on 20/07/2010!
An ancient one bubbled up and got a minor alteration.

Remember is starting to work too much lately, going to burn out!

Slight rework on Pager Blues

2010-07-20T11:35:00.001-04:00

Pager Blues got a bit of a re-work on 20/07/2010!
Whoot I actually managed to remember and rework another one.

Remember is sort of working lately, scarry!

Slight rework of Wage Slave Blues

2010-07-18T00:21:00.000-04:00

Wage Slave Blues - Lament of the North American IT worker got a bit of a re-work on 17/07/2010!
Whoot I actually managed to remember and rework one

Thought Fragment - Vampyres of the future

2010-07-11T22:29:00.014-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this fragment will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
A really moldy oldie fragment from way back in the 1960's.

Ice cold Blood frozen in my veins
Ice cold Blood frozen in my veins
Spider cobwebs in my brain
Vampyres of the future, walk the night.

Wage Slave Blues - Lament of the North American IT worker

2010-07-11T22:26:00.007-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.

Slight re-write on 17/07/2010

Working night and day
for next to no pay
Ya I'm working night and day
for no wages my way.
If I want to keep on living
I got to keep on bleeding
The little that I get the gov man take away.

They said we own your body
so your gonna work non stop
They said we own your body
so your workin round the clock
You dare say a word and
there's a billion others
cheaper and quicker just to take your place
still what little you get the tax man take away.

They said we own your soul
so your gonna work for nothin.
They said we own your soul
so now you work for no pay.
If you say you don't like it
you can always take a hike
Go live in a park, and watch the gov man skunk
just go round a robbin the working people blind.

Some day I'm gonna say no more
and pack it all in.
Some day I'm gonna say no more
and walk right on out.
Gonna go live in the country
Sit under a tree
If the tax man come visiting, all he'll get's a steaming cow pie.

Pager Blues

2010-07-11T22:25:00.008-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.

Slight re-write 20/07/2010

Got the pager blues
They call me night and day
Never leave me alone
Till my dying day.

I never get me no sleep
The moment that I try
The dam thing starts a howling
Like there's a devil inside.

Ya I got the pager blues
I'm tired to the bone
Cause they never never never
Ever leave me alone.

I can get no peace
With that corporate leash
Tied round my neck
Like an anchor stone.

Got the pager blues
For the rest of my days
All I got to look forward to
Is resting,on my dying day.

Ya I'll finally get some peace and quiet
on my dying day
on my dying day.
beep beep beep beep..........

Thought fragment - Crystal Ships

2008-06-27T14:13:00.003-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this fragment will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.

Slight re-word 09/07/2010

Crystal ships on a mountain top.
Waiting to sail on a hot dinner plate.
Warmed by a sun as it turns to red.

Chiming sound as an anchor breaks.
Sending rippling shards on the surface wake.
A ship sails on and off the edge.
Spiraling slow toward the ravenous drain..

Mole People

2008-06-27T13:57:00.000-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.

Mole people live in the sky.
In tall stone castles, hollow inside.
Scurry through tunnels up and down,
orderly passages, one above one,
Chambers fashioned clean on each side.

Mole people drop deep below ground.
To forage for food and all else they desire.
Milling around with a million others.
Eyes cast away so they never meet, not acknowledging the others exist.

Mole people out for a stroll.
They travel their tunnels,
one end to the other.
Then turn back in fear,
leas they may climb out into the sunny dangerous air.

Mole people don't realize.
At the end of their long tunnels,
on the other side of their earthen cement walls.
It all starts again, more tunnels for more mole people.
Who know not of each others existence.

Mole people live and mole people die.
Never having set foot under the great big blue sky.
Never see the sun, never felt the moon.
Dark sky, starry sky, foreign to them.

Mole people scurry back to their chambers.
To pile their new found treasures into their little hoards.
Then fall into fitful sleep awaiting the next new day.
Never imagining.

Low end people

2008-06-22T23:33:00.002-04:00

As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.

Slight re-write 20/07/2010

Low end people, living low end lives.
Searching the dollar stores, for a two dollar thrill.
See the gleam in their eye, as they snatch their prize.
Foreign made plastics that should have been steel.

Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence.
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping.
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

Low end people, living low end lives.
Just yesterday, they were not that way.
Living the good life, in suburbia isolated.
They had it all, their Japanese SUV car.
Their made in Taiwan stereo, their Korean TV.
Everything they own, everything they have.
Even their home if you look at the back
Says made in anywhere, except in their own home town.

Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

We are low end people, living our low end lives.
Always blaming everyone else for the mess we are in.
Always complaining that “someone” should fix.
Stunned eyes watch as prices soar.
Minds baffled as the wages drop.
Bodies stand in shock, just another casualty of vanishing outsourced jobs.
Never imagining, never realizing, with our greed to get it cheep.
We are just undermining ourselves.

Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.

Low end people, living low end lives.
Staring intently, enamored with our foreign made TV’s.
Watching carefully crafted mind numbing reality drivel.
Designed to keep us appeased.
Always ready to select a new savior to next come rescue us from ourselves.
Each making fantastic promises with fresh new old lies.
Traitor to ourselves
Traitors to our people.

Wal-Mart people, in a Wal-Mart world.
Shuffle along in stunned shell shocked silence.
Slippers dragging, muumuu flapping.
Don’t get caught between them and the discount bin.