I’m Evil, I’m Good
But Mostly Misunderstood
You Cross My Path
You’ll Feel My Wrath
I’m Here, I’m There
I’m Everywhere
If Your Mind Is Weak
It’s That I Seek
Today’s My Day
It’s Friday the 13th
Beware of False Prophet’s
SMOKE BLOWERS
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Thank you for being with me and helping me through these difficult times
Thank you for being with me and watching over me and allowing me to make it to this point
Thank you for brightening up the darkness and brightening the dark passage ways of life, so that I may see my way clear
Thank you for helping me avoid and overcome the obstacles, the road blocks, the detours, the tragedies, the conflicts and the misconceptions of life
Thank you for offering me the encouragement and having the confidence in me to continue
Knowing that you are there guiding and comforting me
Gives me:
The Courage
The Strength
The Vision
The Wisdom
The Determination
The Willpower
The Desire
The Ability
The Motivation
The Direction
The Proper Attitude
And Most of All, The Devotion to Continue…
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Trapped in a whirlpool
Unable to swim
Burnt all the bridges
The lite’s getting dim
Time comes and go’s
Yet never reveals
Misdeeds of the past
Take forever to heal
All dressed up
No where to go
Lost in the limelite
No one to call
Spirits that ignite you
Leave you ablaze
Rekindles your faith
A reminder of early days
Impotent responses
Attempt to seduce your mind
Confuses your desires
Leaves you lost in time
Confined to the memories
Of lost days gone by
Condemned to the Demon’s
That never leave your side
Nite time approach’s
No where to hide
You search for the answer
Will the pressure ever subside
The time has come
To search your inner soul
To release you from the madness
That never leaves you alone
When will it end
How did it ever begin
They always return
Again and again
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
It’s that special time of year
To return home and be very near
To make amends and make all regrets disappear
Waiting for loved ones to finally appear
To be with those that are so dear
So raise your glasses and let out a cheer
Signing Christmas Carols for all to hear
Waiting for the ball to drop and a New Year to Premiere
To be with those you love and shed a tear
To forgive and forget and let gladness reappear
To resolve the past and start a new year
TO ONE AND ALL MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Seeking the meaning
For a senseless mental constipation
Controlled by the thoughts
Of a forbidden intoxication
Lost in a void
Experiencing a total spiritual contamination
Standing at the altar
Awaiting a complete revelation
Obsessed by your desires
To fulfill your intentions of a secret temptation
Unable to perform
Can’t complete a simple fornication
Condemned by your past
In need of a emotional resuscitation
Looking for relief
Searching for constant medication
Morally bankrupt
Uncontrollable procrastination
Attempting to prevent
A premature emotional ejaculation
Total remorse
Consumed by an illicit infatuation
Searching for relief
Considering complete isolation
Confined to your mind
In need of spiritual inspiration
Attempting to avoid
Your total annihilation
To seek a sanctuary
That is void of exploitation
Attempting to resolve
Your Mental Constipation
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Hey who the fuck do you think you are
I saw you last nite
And you were drunk & buying the bar
Where you got the money who the fuck knows
The shy’s are looking for you
To break your legs and your nose
Your family is hungry
And the rent hasn’t been paid
You’re probably with your girlfriend
Trying to get laid
Three fingers Gavonne said you made a fuck’in score
Said you mugged old lady O’Grady
And took her money from under the floor
The fuck’in bulls are looking for you
Said you jumped bail last week
Old lady O’Grady’s son wants to see you
To remove your fuck’in teeth
Remember a time when we were all friends
But that was long ago
Now you’re a fuck’in scumbag always high on blow
There was a time when life was simple
And we all played in the band
Now your asshole will be violated
Cause your going to the can
Many of us got away
And left all the bullshit behind
But only you lost your way
And you’ll never find your way back in time
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
If I can’t be me
who would I want to be
would I want to be someone else
who eventually became me
When I become me
who I don’t want to be
would that someone else
ever be free of me
When I become free of me
would the me who don’t want to be me
become someone else
that they don’t want to be
If they don’t want to be me
who would they like to be
probably someone else
that is not like me
It’s tough to be me
when you don’t want to be me
To become someone else
that is not like me
The thought of being
someone not like me
leaves me wondering
who I will be if I am not me
Why don’t I want to be
just like me
or someone else
that could become like me
Become like me
which I don’t want to be
so why would I be someone else
who would only become like me
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Times on the street
We all shall recall
The 50”5 were special
Harmonizing in the halls
Walking to school
Uphill both ways
Pegged pants & box car shoes
Those were the days
Put a nickel in the jukebox
What do you hear
Earth Angel & In The Still of the nite
Still brings a tear
Stick ball in the streets
Pitching pennies & nickels against a wall
Cold water flats
With toilets in the hall
Riding our bikes
Most of the day
Skinny dipping in the Hudson River
And the Newark Bay
The Gin Mills were always busy
On a Friday nite
Leather Jackets with collar up
Always ready for a fight
Falling in love
At the Friday nite dances
Going to the drive in
For a little romancing
Containers of beer
And Thunder Bird Wine
The only source of false courage
We had at that time
Taking the Tubes to the City
Catching a movie at the square
Sneaking into #6 school for a midnite swim
Always ready to comb our hair
The news was a nickel
Everyone had a paper route
Burgers at the White Manna
Doo Wop music & Alan Freed at the Paramount
Brass knuckles & switch blade knives
And the all time favorite baseball bat
Always ready to rumble
At the drop of a hat
Chopped down Merc’s & Bad Ass Ford’s
We all had a Duck’s Ass in our hair
We were all JD”s
But we didn’t care
Those were the days
And may be lost forever
The above is just a brief reminder
The Fifties “50’s” were special and may we always remember
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Ancient Times
Ancient Places
Crawling thru time
Searching for answers
How did we get here
Where have we been
Were we all here once before
Did we end, and then again begin
How many times
Have we passed this way
Walking thru our ashes
Searching for a past
Lost cities
Monuments lost in time
Is there a hidden message
Were they ever meant to last
The Pyramids Mayan Temples
The Great Wall Of China
The Bible, Koran and many others
Is there only one true Messiah
Many civilizations
Have Risen and Fallen
Was it by desire
Or was it another Calling
Clues of the times
Lay buried away forever
To not be ever seen
Forever Never
Lost in time
Ancient Times Ancient Places
Are we all a product
Of far away distant Outer Spaces
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
I’ve seen the sun rise
And the fuck’in sun set
No time to remember
No fuck’in time to regret
The bottle has been empty
Many fuck’in years
My mind is clear
Don’t miss the fuck’in beer
Sometimes I stumble
But I never fuck’in fall
My glass is now empty
I’m fuck’in standing tall
I’ve spent a lifetime
Not taking any fuck’in shit
My neglected thoughts and emotions
Ain’t worth fuck’in spit
Time is slipping fast
In the twilight of my fuck’in years
My past is on display
No time to shed a fuck’in tear
I’ve taken my turn
Missed the fuck’in ring
I’m satisfied, I’ve achieved my goals
And forever I’ll fuck’in sing
It’s time to realize you’re not someone else
You’re your fuck’in self
And when you die they’ll put you in a vase
And store you on a fuck’in shelf
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
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