politics

(politics)

Faceless politicians acting god-like on their throne

dictating such senseless order to the masses down below

our heads are bowed in glory, amazed  at their deeds

with religious festivity we obey their every creed

as we try to emulate the ones we want to be

and we can't see deep down inside of them for the evil that they keep

but visionary reactionaries (revolutionaries), preaching their goals

seducing each and everyone of us into joining the fold

nightmares are reality, daydreams are the truth

when you find yourself stuck in the corner inside a small spinning booth

and you feet are made of marmalade as your legs stick to the floor

but you can't find your way out of here 'cause your mind has locked the door

then you see the key hidden with the junk upon the wall

as with all hallucinations, we're not really here at all

then our mind wanders to some secret past

it seems like only yesterdays, but that went so fast

cause time is a river, a never ending stream

the world is so very deaf, it can't hear our painful screams

as the visionless mystics embark on the cruise

to the grand utopia we all stand to lose

and they've taken our imagination into the mist

and we're no longer sure even if we still exist

we wait for the happening, the coming of the new dawn

praying for the salvation of the children yet to be born

cause there's no way out of here, we're prisoners of the mind

shackled by our imagination, enslaved within our time

while we listen to the lunacy that the madman preaches

not knowing of the knowledge they forgot to teach

but all around I see mirrored reflections held in check

by daily injections of the spoken truth

barren lands of wasted minds dot the new horizon

there outposts for the refuges, who've escaped dawn's arising

beckoning for the searching lad who answers the call

stripping him of everything, giving nothing at all

but you go to sleep in your bed and you notice strange thoughts creeping 'round your head

they you stand by the truth we're told to believe

you too have your doubt shrouded deep in mystery

as you wander through the corridors of time

we can't find the exit sign to lead us out

as you hear people talking, watching them run around

no even knowing what its all about.

john lodico

(Morning)

(Morning)

don't ask me in the morning

I can't tell you what I'll say

its only the beginning of a brand new day

say you love me baby, maybe I'll stay

but the morning air might sweep me away

the night I saw her

I couldn't believe my eyes

she was everything I wanted

but I didn't see through her lies

she said she loved me

forever, till the end of time

I was yours and you were mine

that that was just another of her classic lines


john lodico

king

(king)

You walk in here, like you're the king, and thank this world, cause its your thing

you travel on the road, asking for a ride, to the nearest hole, in which you can hide

you walk in here, with a camel on your back and say to everyone, let's play jacks

but there is one thing that you must learn, I'm sorry but, its not your turn

its not your turn, because its too late, the man has come to lock the gate

you must go now, for its your fate to learn a lesson from your hate

you come in here, like your the man, expecting everyone to get up and stand

but on one gets up as you walk in and no one prays to god to forgive your sins

you speak your words and spill your soul, but no one listens, no one cares

and as they lower you into the ground, no one will shed a tear or be around

and all the words that you have written, will turn to dust and blow away

and no one will ever know what you were saying; no one will ever know the price you paid

you look around, your a master of the view, expecting the world to pay tribute to you

but there are not statues or plaques you can see, your a forgotten man, even to me.

John lodico

MEMORIES

MEMORIES

Memories,

          a painful remembrance of the past

          of love never had

          of true friends long forgotten

          bitterness, disillusionment are all that is left.

(The) Pain,

          the constant nagging pain

          once so very frightening

          is now commonplace.

Fear?

          The very word doesn’t even exist in my vocabulary

          What is to fear when one is alone

         

Expectations

Expectations

I am the one

             I am the only one

I’ve done it

             I’ve had it all

I’ve experienced it all

             Total insanity is the end

Nowhere to go

             Nothing to do

No new goals to conquer

             The quest is over

Life without meaning

             Hidden depth….non-existent

Only a forgotten memory

             In someone’s faded dreams

REALITIES

REALITIES

Illusionary realities

          The continuing of time

The marching of tireless feet

          Running, running to nowhere

Drifting aimlessly

          Floating in a vast wasteland

New horizons, conquests unheard of

          Adventures beyond belief

An illusion of the mind

          A fantasy unfulfilled

Dreamland paradise

          A house down the road

Little lady sitting in her chair

          Broken legs

Muddy roads, clinging mud

          Seeping into everything

Strangeness inching it’s way into the mind

          Distorting all

Strange Situation

Strange Situation

Who am I

What am I doing here

Why do people laugh and shout at me

Stare but really don’t see me

What is the purpose for living

When no one cares for you

Why do you want to exist when

you are nobody

you’ll just live your life and die

and be forgotten.

Think now, is this anyway to life.

You have contributed nothing to the

human race to end poverty, war or

suffering.

All you have done is caused death and loneliness

Even when you brought happiness to

someone else, you caused another to be lonely.

What good is a man or even a life

when one has not set standard or goals.

How can you be a nobody

never questioning the actions of others.

Never trying to fight a wrong

You live in own little worked

and don’t gave a dam about anyone else.

But someday, you’ll regret what you did.

You’ll realize your mistakes;

Someday when you die and nobody cares

John lodico

THE FOOL

THE FOOL

You fool you

          You idiot

You can’t have it

          It was never meant for you.

Others can experience it

          Others can share it

Partake in the beneficial returns

But you must watch

          Suffer and watch

Watch till your brain can no longer take it

          Watch till jealously destroys you

Watch till you cry.

You fool you

          You complete fool

There is no escape

          There is no place to hide

It surrounds you

          Everyone but you can have it

Everyone but you can experience it

john lodico

Thoughts to think about

Thoughts to think about

Recall a time

             Any time

A time you’ll never forget

             Recall the sights and sounds

The penetrating smells

             The stillness before the event

Recall every detail

             Search your memory

Discover, uncover barely rememberable

             Event, details, happenings.

Recall each one vividly

             Then:

Just remember,

                          Remember it forever

Your memory is the key to eternity,

             People and places are only immortal if we remember

Eternity is forever if you remember

             Nothing really dies if we remember

TOMORROW

TOMORROW

too many tomorrow's

          the present wasn't real

not enough today's

          always waiting for the future

the present has ended

          tomorrow never came

the past is only a memory

          a dream to remember

plans for the future

          only wishful dreams remain

trying for a tomorrow

          which will never come

the sun rises and sets

          its cycle unchanging

but the past becomes more distant

          much harder to remember





john lodico

Believer

Believer

I, the great believer

             I had faith

             I had hope

I look at the wonders that man has built

             Amazed at what I saw

I looked towards them for salvation

             They know the secrets of greatness

The hope I had was unbelievable

             The faith indescribable, indestructible

What perfect objects man designs

             When he himself is imperfect

The wonderful words men have written down

             They guide our lives, control our destiny

What philosophies can man ascribe

             When he himself has set no rules

Set no boundaries on his ever wandering mind

His ever-changing mood

I the great believing fool

             I was the one who had faith

             I was the one who had hope

john lodico

The Only One

THE ONLY ONE

I am the one, I am the only one

I set the traps for them all

I did it, all the years of my life I did it.

I am the one, I am the man

I woke up all the children of Jersey City

while they slept in their (mothers) arms.

I know who I am

I am the man

Every year, year after year I did it.

The others needed me, the others used me for

their own evil way.

From the shores of the sea

to the beaches of time

From the blackness of the inner self

to the unreal world of reality

I am the only one

John LoDico

Truth about realilty

Truth about reality

I am truth

I am reality

I am the self within the self

Mystic objects, disillusioned Figures have no bearing on my life

What you see in in your mind

What you feel is only in your hand

To smell and taste are only in you

I am real

You are phony

I control reality

I control destiny

Your thoughts are my thoughts

His thoughts are your thoughts


John LoDico