Song, Poem, and a Few Complaints
Music has seduced me and become my second love. I think we all know who my first is, so I don’t feel the need to go in to that. The guitar is now my main hobby with piano and harmonic taking up the two and three spots. Not to mention, I listen to music while doing homework. Basically, music takes up the majority of my waking hours. The guitar is progressing fairly well. I still have too much homework to really delve deeply into it, and I left it along with my harmonica at Ashley’s house this weekend leaving me quite annoyed. I have written another song that began with me just singing words that sounded good and rhymed but slowly turned into a song with a meaning. In addition, it uses the most chords out of the three songs I have written. I thought about writing the meaning of the song on here, but I think I will refrain from doing so. Songs don’t really have much point if you explain the meaning of them either before or after. Half the enjoyment of music and song is figuring out the message/point/whatever. So without further ado, I present to you, my beloved audience, “You Gave It All Away” — an Allen Johnson original.
I saw you laughing,
And I saw you smile.
I guess your no longer hiding.
I guess I’ll stay awhile.
Cause you gave it all away.
You gave it all away.
You gave it all away.
I guess I’m here to stay.
I saw you crying.
I saw the tears run from your cheeks.
I know you’re no longer lying.
I guess you found what you seek.
Cause you gave it all away.
You gave it all away.
You gave it all away.
I guess I’m here to stay.
I read it in a journal.
I read just what you wrote.
The ink was black but beautiful.
I love that simple note
When you gave it all away.
You gave it all away.
You gave it all away.
I guess I’m here to stay.
Next, on the agenda according to my cleverly thought out title is my poem. I wrote it on my phone before my theater appreciation class started. I think it starts out pretty cliche’; in fact, the whole poem is fairly cliche’. When I read it, I always here the melody of Bob Dylan’s “Everything is Broken,” and I end up singing it in my head that way. Anyway, I enjoyed writing it and hope that you will enjoy reading it. Thus, I present “Silence” — another Allen Johnson original.
Silent walls
Silent dreams
Silent calls
With silent screams
Silent thoughts
Silent lungs
Silent shots
From silent guns
Silent shocks
Silent tremors
Silent knocks
And Silent shivers
Silent hopes
Silent nods
Silent popes
For Silent Gods
According to my title/outline, I suppose I am supposed to complain so here goes nothing. I don’t like teenagers. I think they are self-induced, pretentious, ignorant fuck heads. They only believe in what their parents tell them unless it has to do with their exercising in anything illegal or socially unacceptable. It their parents think God exists, well, so do they. If their parents think alcohol, tobacco, drugs, or sex are wrong, well, then it only makes sense to make each one of those a part of their life. Ignorance is key to them. Preferring to know less rather than more for the fear that knowledge will prove that their lifestyle makes no sense. They claim life is challenging, but the only problem they possess is their hormones — a bodily function that causes them to panic over trivial issues such as what she said, he said, they said, or we said — that lead them to make irrational decisions concerning the most insignificant circumstances. They remain this way until they graduate from college and realize that the world becomes less forgiving with age. Although many fondly remember their ignorant times, claiming that they were naive and free. What they fail to realize is that their “freedom” was nothing more than confinement from seeing the larger picture. Is ignorance bliss? No, ignorance is the denial of the responsibility to live by reason. By living in ignorance you are allowing disgusting, vile habits to rage out of control; it is not the proper way to live. The teenage years is the most deceiving phase of maturation and has so much persuasion that many people never proceed any further. If we could all skip this period of our lives, the world would be much better off.
That will do it for me. I hope you enjoyed at least one part of this post. I had planned on complaining in more detail about teenagers, but I think this short paragraph says all that needs to be said. It might not be as controversial as some people hoped, but it is the truth. And you can’t argue with that.
