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

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

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!

First, I will speak on the back ground to better inform you of what has happened. For the past while I have been a Sound Tech Contract Employee at a bar in lower Marietta, Georgia. The name of the bar is Bradley’s American Cafe which is located off Lower Roswell Rd. near the intersection with Johnson Ferry Road. Also, I have been a musician closely knitted with the group of musicians that helped make that venue populated.

Now that you know that, here is what happened. As a precursor to what happened, a number of musicians including members of the Willie Heath Neal’s Damned Ole’ Opry, The No Count Palooka’s, and various other local groups have been boycotting the venue for two weeks prior to that Friday morning. What happened for them was that there was a female who was inappropriately hastled by a male at the venue. Instead of taking the famale’s honor into consideration, the owner of the venue took the male’s side of the issue and allowed him to remain a patron. That is just the jist of it.

After that, about a week and a half later I was called by the boss to be told my services may not be needed because he was going in a “different direction” with the venue. He said he was going to be getting a pool table. Now mind you, he never said not to show up for work that weekend. Then I heard through a random patron at another bar that Bradley’s had a pool table. Since I was on my way to my friends house for the rest of her birthday party and driving by the bar, I decided to drop in.

As I entered the door I first saw the table. Then I started asking around for Lisa, Matt, or some other employee I have been working with. Which would be the whole night staff. I was going to ask wether or not to show up that night to work. Now, they were nowhere to be found. So I walked over to Michelle, a new waitress who was working there to ask her what was going on. As I started to talk, this man to my right asked if he could help me with anything. I said well I am looking for the bartender or manager on duty. I asked for Lisa as well. He promptly stood up and stood in my face. He didn’t bother to say that the place was closed, nor that he was just hired to work there, or anything that would have made good since. He told me to leave.

I told him exactly why I was there and what I do and he said  to me, “no you don’t.” He said so as if I was supposed to know him. Then he told me to leave again. I then asked him who he thought he was.

That is when he pushed me in the center of my chest, which is weakened per a heart surgery. I stood back into him and said, “hold off there man.” Or at least I tried. The next act of his was to grab me by my throat and carry me outside.

Of course now I was pissed and confused. So I called the owner, John Capone, to ask him what was going on. He then started getting onto me too for calling him so late. I told him some guy, whom still at this point was not known to me as the manager, had assaulted me. John said he wouldn’t do anything about it. Even after I called him back to say if he didn’t I would. So I called the police.

When the police arrive I told them how I had battery commited against me. The male office,  S.T. Walton, went inside and then came back outside and started questioning me. He told me there was no marks on my neck and he did not arrest the man I wanted arrested for assualt and battery. Instead he took my honesty and used it against me.

I told them I had a limited amount to drink that night and he told me I was drunk. I told him I am a transplantee, and he said well you can’t stand straight. So I told him about my right leg and how it has sciatica, muscle tension, and drop-foot, and he gave me a warning about driving hom. Then he called a cab, and told me if I set foot on Bradley’s property again Criminal Trespassing would be weighed against me.

I will not know why these things happened, but I do know that my old boss is dishonest. He allows violence. Later he told me that I was endangering his license. Which in no way was true. He is just an idiot as far as that goes, all he had to do was reprmand his new employee and explain to me why he did not tell me I was to be let go immediately. That is all he had to do. In other words, his job.

I also know now that Cobb County Police won’t do their job. Instead they just make assumptions and are quite rude. A man commited battery on me and he wasn’t even so much as detained. Where I was for what could have been a trumpt up charge of Drunk in Public.

These are the reasons, the ones from before and of that Friday morning. These are the reasons I emplore you, and I mean anyone you talk to as well…I ask you to boycott that venue and hopefully, it will crumble under the weight of its’ arrogant owner and new staff that are violent and idiotic. Please, boycott Bradley’s now.

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.

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…

For I love the way you stand indeed

What it is that we both need

Would be the best for your seed

Let us stroll the country lanes

Pecan orchards lining the way

Let us stroll together hand in hand

Together forever like a two players band

Clean and clearly
I am now seriously
Alive

Take and hold me
As you mold me
You have the right

You are my saving
Grace and I’m waiting
For non other now…

I’m in you.”

By: A. A. Cooper

“Break it down
The walls keeping you out
From the good milk and honey; Put up by the Evil Money
We’re Tearing down the walls
Tearing down the walls“

Bridge:

“All we’ve known
All we are
Came down to this
Choices so hard
Help your brother
Help your friend
Then at the last day
We’ll make a good end”

By: A.A. Cooper

See me Now
See me Now

Through the Forrest falling, through the Fires that burn

Through our contradictions, through the embers that rain

See we as we are supposed to be

See you and me together as it should be”

By: A. A. Cooper