Warrior's MottoWarrior's Motto I've never dreamed of being Fergie. I've never dreamed of being Pam Anderson. I've never dreamed of being Scarlett or Julia or Nicole. I've dreamed of being Patti Smith. I've dreamed of being Siouxsie Sioux. I've dreamed of being Joan Jett. They've dreamed of being weak, conventional and inferior. I've dreamed of being strong, confident, and strangely beautiful. They dream of servitude. I dream of independence. They dream of pink flowers and perfume. I dream of leather and guitars. They dream of love. I dream of a bond. They dream. I act.
Nonsense RhythmNonsense Rhythm by Little Johnny JewelX-ray vision with extra heat precision,Superman's lost it and cracked a barrel,Stumbling drunkenly over the dead body of Clark Kent.Last is not an option but lust is so come to me and maybe,Just maybe we will work something out as I regurgitate thisProse along with my last meal of the scattered pieces of my world.My sanity is cracking like glass but you wouldn't know that anymoreThan you would know who invented the aglet. I don't know whereThe secret note lies within the music but it's pulling me into theBlack hole with no possible way to get out except to wait for rescue.But where i
Songs of the Pure and FreeSongs of the Pure and Free by Little Johnny JewelMinorsBimbosGimpsAnd geeks,The whole murderous fucking town eerily reeksWith the negative passion and under stimulated fashionOf a thousand and one eagerly waiting freaks.Mind crushing boredom as we wait for theVulpine victim of the month.The newest car crash or drug overdose or army death we've beenScreaming, we've been crouching in blood lust for.Cagney is dead and Strummer too and nobody knows who they areSo nobody's wondering what we should do. What would youDo if I told you I loved you? Would you be like them andTurn your back or would you just say, maybe late
Blubbering IdiotBlubbering Idiot by Little Johnny JewelDeadly, twisting, turning, flailing,Like a branch in the wind. I'm turning like aTop around my mind. Is it cracking or just bleeding and whatIs the difference between lust and despair? Why do I need a nameIf you are just going to judge me by it and label me a stupidAnglo? Because of that am I racist since I have a Scot's last name?I've seen the dead bands playing their aged poetry. Not in theirPrime, they make me hate them and their outdated inscriptions.Direct confrontation doesn't work anymore towards findingThe door to that other world so hinting until the truthSurfaces must be t
Rimbaud Edge TearsRimbaud-edge Tears by Little Johnny JewelLike me or love meAt least you tolerate myMisconceptions and theNotions I harbor that deny you.Leave me or keep me,Someday you must make upYour mind and find your real heartBecause the end may come beforeYou even know it.Tears in the darkness are pointless becauseNo one can see themAnd condolences half muttered meanNothing more.Comfort is cold when deliveredIn lies and no one on EarthKnows that better than I.The desperation of the world crushes myBones but my skeleton holds true. As the blackened soul knowsSo does my mind.
Philadelphia RoadPhiladelphia Road by Little Johnny JewelEyes of the innocent plaintivelyGazing on my gun and the slick, greasyRounds wrapped in it, sucking the souls up through its barrel.Crunching rocks have dented my boots and myFeet itch with perspiration, with mortars fired fromEnemy tanks across the border. Egypt liesGlistening in the sun but the barrel of myGun makes me a wanted man guilty of noCrime except of being born in the wrong time.My brother's brains leak out of his skull asHis name fades into the deepening night sky, forgottenLost as though he never existed, never livedNever born in the small house in Gaza.Mercy is
I will do a collage in art class as well
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