Nor College Pennons

Verses sung with upmost pride

Do I dare to live or die inside?

Waist deep in the sands of corn

Making my way from which I was born.

A step away a collegiate play

Meeting knowledge day by day

Music via a Germanic mystic

As I still sing the songs with pride

Lay my pennons down for Greco’s best

To raise new flags next to the rest

A degree of perseverance made it

And by chance, by luck, also a lucky lady

Years and fences high with pride I still sing

My own blood spread twice and upbringing

When new challenges were made Quality assured

No need to fail not even for the song of a bird

Late the Son comes, yet early it feels inside

I still stand to sing my ole’ songs with pride

Though my own son lay as of late to die

What measure of a man thus truly am I?

No meaning on past needed to dwell

No love of country, peace, or my dry ink wells

Nor fires of anger, nor fires of war

Nor pennons of the things that came before

I lay my hand with brethren of the elder wise

I still sing my ole’ love songs with pride

And God focus a miracle on my life

A miracle that my blood did not have to die

Knees bend and send my thanks forever more

To have seen the Mightiest with His roar

What treasure it seems to have followed me

From the songs with pride and with family did I sing

Heck, A Rapacity Worth Zero

For Z

His hunger is deep and has the breadth of a massive chasm

The story of his Roar is to resound with every ounce of his spirit

Many from all around have already heard his tales

Yet more to come will hear his muses and strumpets wail

Yet every step he takes leads him further down a fine line

Towards darkness and harsh rocky ground to tread

Every wince is fired by faster objects and high towers as a minaret

With messages crying out stories of others who feet do not tread lightly

The rumblings within him move further and further down

Desperate chills seep upwards as to defy gravity in a wild form

The fierce vial rage in him pushing to tell his tale as loud as the minarets

Yet he finds that his tongue is held in place by the trapping of his own jaw

His story worth all that he spoke but what is it without the speaking towers?

What worth is the grains on which he treads if he never reaches high enough?

With pride and love,

A.A. “Lex” Cooper

Ginger

A Good Night To You, You Wacky Screw Loose…G’night G!

So I gingerly walk to the edge of this thing called the evening…

I will wither the rest of the day away inside my sheets.

I pray you well this evening a good sleep.

Well mea Darlin’ I must bid you “a dew”

Your humped friend greedily holds while fear beckons the arid

So I gingerly walk to the edge of this thing called the evening…

For I see your hump back friend is far more important than I

Pull the trigger of the metaphorical Water Hose…

And Wonder what the hell am I talking about??

For I see your hump back friend is far more important than I

So I gingerly walk to the edge of this thing called the evening…

A Good Night To You, You Wacky Screw Loose…G’night G!

Cake (Put your file in the cake): Newest Song

I was awake when you said hate

What you’d do with that cane

File away, file away, filing it away into your books

My friend you put me down

Way, way, way too far down…

A twang is a thang

And a gang is strange

Just keep on Filing Away

Just keep on Filing it Away

I was breakin’ down

Nobody pays attention to the sounds

Song birds hearing all of what they want to

Nobody here listening to the thickening plot

Just a singin’ and a dancin’ like my Penguin friend here…

A March is a start

And world is a girl

Just keep on Filing Away

Just keep on Filing it Away.

Here it is just in case…

Of those who have actually read this blog. I have to say thank you. Truthfully I don’t keep up with it as much as it should be kept up with. Yet, tonight I must actually write a blog that involves some ridiculousness in my life. If you are not a fan of drama, then do not read further.

Keeping this short I pray, this is my rant. You see there is this mutual friend of mine whom I started to like and I believed she me. We even made out once via her front yard after an evening of some drinks and friends. With this in mind follow me…

…Days later after we were hitting it off I met up with her a our place to have some drinks, only that she was not alone. She was waxing some other guys ego and ignoring me while hanging with her friends. I thought, better to not push anything and move on. So I did.

Come now about three weeks ago. I was at the same said bar hanging with a number of friends when two approach me and advise me of this growing situation via a slip of the mouth. While speaking of my sex life and my avoidance of intercourse until a real commitment…really that was the subject matter…one of the friends said something along the lines of “yeah right that is not what I heard.” Thus I inquired further to hear that my friend whom I was interested in may have been sabotaging my name saying that her and I had sex.

Wow!!! I didn’t know this. I must have actually gotten drunk when this happened because I don’t remember this at all!!! Yet, the funny thing is that I have not been drunk in nearly two years. THUS, it did not happen. So my stomach sank. And further, I have a reason now to talk to that girl again. So I did via a social networking site. This is what was said:

” Supposedly there are some rumors and fabrications going about. I found out last night that some people think that we have been intimate, even though we haven’t of course. Some people have been saying you have been perpetuating that rumor and supposedly I have been too. Don’t know how that is considering that it is not true, I never said that, and that I found out about this rumor last night. And as I hear, a number of our friends think this.
Have you heard about this? “

Then the girl,” First of all that I said it is complete BS. Second whovever said I said it is bullshitting. And third the ONLY words that have ever left my mouth on th subject, are “I want to know who is telling people this because I don’t have the time or the energy to deal with it.” Which is true. I have a lot going on in my life right now and this childish BS is the last thing I need. SO I am going to find out who said what, and when I do they’re going to get more than and earful and they aren’t gonna like it. I’m not in high school anymore, and I’m too old for this shit.”

And I responded simply, “sounds good to me.” Now the part in her text that scared me a bit about where her mind was was the first set of sentences. Reread them if you must, and you will see she completely pretends my generalizations, similar desires, and push to find the truth were not there and that I may have been accusing her. Her very first words were very defensive.

Well as truth goes it gets pummeled. Which brings me to tonight. I assume she did not expand her search pattern and obviously did not seek out the truth because she got mad. So mad that she accused me in front of many of my friends as well as her friends, mutual and not, and broke me. That much of a lie pushed me hard. I have been trying keep my self reserved as much as possible for the longest time. But her yelling brought me to scream at her the only thing I could get out that would hopefully get my point across before she ran away. “I never said that!”

The hurt of this drama comes from the fact that there was a fabrication and it got in between me, friends, co-workers (whom run the bar), and her. And that she fell into the trap of the rumor-machine. Though she is normally a sweet and very intelligent person, tonight? She was not. And this actually will not be the last of it. I still work there. And that is her marching ground. I do not want a fight. And that is my goal, nothing else. I want truth and peace. IF I were able to get a friend returned to me, that would be wonderful. I pray actually this happens, but as it goes a prayer is all I have until next time. Right now, it all wants to fall apart…