Tommorro Today
A Poem by Ronin
"
Kids of today tommorros leaders.
"

As I walk these roads on broken heels
I look around and wonder what I really feel
Beneath the veil of silent tears
My soul is bared with all its fears

While the dogs of war cry havoc
bringing on the harbingers of black luck
I see the cities and towns pass me by
leave each border with a timeless sigh

What scares me most in these troubled times
The youth of today skanking for dimes
Kids having kids with no sense of shame
Living a life so full of melodrame

From Beijing to Boston its all the same
Kids killing kids for sleights of respect fortune and fame
And who is to blame
Look in the mirror the blame has your name

And so the journey goes on
time passes and soon it is gone
What future there is
is in the hands of kids that kill kids


© 2011 Ronin


Tommorro Today
A Poem by Ronin
"
Kids of today tommorros leaders.
"

As I walk these roads on broken heels
I look around and wonder what I really feel
Beneath the veil of silent tears
My soul is bared with all its fears

While the dogs of war cry havoc
bringing on the harbingers of black luck
I see the cities and towns pass me by
leave each border with a timeless sigh

What scares me most in these troubled times
The youth of today skanking for dimes
Kids having kids with no sense of shame
Living a life so full of melodrame

From Beijing to Boston its all the same
Kids killing kids for sleights of respect fortune and fame
And who is to blame
Look in the mirror the blame has your name

And so the journey goes on
time passes and soon it is gone
What future there is
is in the hands of kids that kill kids


© 2011 Ronin


THE CROW

(IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME)

It can't rain all the time

said the girl with sad eyes

And the crow saw the sign

taking to the skies ....it flys


He was killed on a night when demons roam

They broke down his door and entered his home

with lascivious glee

and wanton desire

They cast Draven out with colts deadly fire

Through the window he crashed the demons hit home


Sad eyes by the grave her heart was enslaved

By the sadness that engulfed the friends that she craved

Sarah was she a waif and a stray

Her mother a slave to morphias way


He heard the crow call after night did fall

And out of the grave Draven did crawl

Under a gibbous moon Draven called Shelley's name

But he knew she was out of the game


Through the dark streets and alleys he did roam

Till finally he had returned home

While guitars played a heavenly strum

The crow watched on anticipating the fun


The demons partied as but they would

Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is

For when the city burns he revels in what will be his

Greed is for amateurs. Disorder, chaos, anarchy: now that's fun!

But the crow watched them with hungry eyes the time had begun


In the mirror a painted smile guitars playing to a heavenly choir

His heart in pain for the loss of his love

Tonight was his night he would burn them in a revenging fire

The crow was his eyes his ears

The demons would face him on this night of fear


Tin Tin in the alley of rats tonight is the night this life you will quit

MURDERER

Murderer, man? Murderer? Let me tell you about murder. It's fun, it's easy, and you gonna learn all about it

tin tin did say : I'd like you to meet two buddies of mine. We never miss.

Flashing blades spun through the night their deadly points looking for skin to split

Draven took them from the air returned them to their master with deaths deadly kiss


Darla in the house of pain served them their shots for a needle full of rain

In it goes filling her vein

The crow was there through the window it came

T-bird saw it and Draven to came

This one was easy he died on the bed

T-bird lay there with his blood so red


Turning to Darla like a mime from hell, his face unhidden

Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children

Sarah is waiting for you her love is unbidden

Go to her a second chance I have given


One by one the demons did fall

they all died a year ago when devils night did fall

And now on this night back with the crows call

Revenge is what he needed most of all

And after this night to Shellys arms

He will return to his dead loves charms


Top dollar was the last to his place they flew

to late for him in the church of desire the die was cast

And as thunder rolls and lightning did flash

I have something to give you. I don't want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.

Through T-birds body the pain was his due

The deed was done back to the grave and his love so true


Shelley came for him in the mists of night

The crow looked on it was the end of the fight

Their love was true and oh so right

And good deeds were done on this devils night

To heaven ascended hearts so tight

Forever love

The crow took flight
© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin


ROCK AND ROLL MISH MASH
A Poem by Ronin

Between the devils and the angels

we are caught up in the crossfire between heaven and hell

A fire is burning in my soul

when i see the hoary dreams of a charlatans eagles

I realize my time is gone


The streets on fire

with my lady's desire

Tattooed in hell

While guitars crashed

And drums did roll

The man with the tigers eye trying to save my soul


The reaper walks among us

He knows all our names

And hangs out with Bacchus

Dreaming of the purging flames


And sitting up high on the rock

Watching the raggedy man heels clocking on the dock

With Hitchcock eyes and a warlocks speech

fingernails trailing blackboard screech


Another switchblade night

silhouetted lovers in the moons cadaverous back-light

Lips lingering, fingers browsing a virgins delight

Shake this town from your back

Before it bears down and you become a throwback


you know not what it is you do

This ain't no haiku

Nobodies mental kung-fu

Its just a flow from my cranial fu man chew

Words dripping in ones and two

come to my keyboard via digital virtue.

© 2010 Ronin
© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin


BORN TO THUNDER

A Poem by Ronin

"

A tribute to Bruce Springsteen

"


Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat


A leather jacketed rocker working the six strings playing out a future skat


Cut loose like a deuce, another strummer in the New Jersey night


Heading down the highway to Darlington county


Rocking like he was born on the fourth of july


In a deadmans town strumming for your bounty


Those subway sages sitting like the living dead


and those south side sisters sure look pretty


when your playing just to earn some bread


That maximum lawmans still burning up flamingo with the rat and the barefoot girl


From the churches to the jails they hear the music that makes the head whirl


In incandescent heat the bare foot girls still drinking beer on the hood of that Dodge


And the man flashes his guitar like a switchblade hustling for the crowd


Born in the usa to the sound of a future beat


you took to the stage for our fun


cause tramps like you were born to thunder


and rip our souls asunder
© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin


47 SAMURAI

Forty seven who served and died


Giri and Bushido their binding cords


That drove them to draw their swords


Into karmic destiny they did ride


Two years laid waste to cherry blossom nights


Drinking and whoring delayed their plotting


Falling down drunks no fear were they breeding


Lord Kira spied on Samurai blights


Genroku fifteenth the oath is reborn


While the wind did howl and the snow did fall


Forty seven Ronin heeded the call


To honor their master their actions forsworn


To the beat of a drum and without delay


Lord kira's abode they did storm


Over his retainers forty seven did swarm


Heading the lessons of ten-shin Sensei


Hiding in the shadows Lord Kira was found


Bushido bound they gave him a chance


To end it all with the seppuku dance


For him the terror no words could resound


Without a word he was sent to his grave


Off came his head


Blood so red


Time to leave Kira's enclave


In sengaku-Ji to their masters grave


The story before them had traveled its way


With praise and drinks onto the end play


Celebration fitting for those so brave


Against the shoguns will the forty seven did act


Warriors true right up to the end


Standing shoulder to shoulder their oath will impend


They followed Bushido, filial piety fulfilled by their pact


Thou shalt not tread the same soil as the enemy of thy Lord


Thus their duty done


They took their lives beneath the rising sun


Forty seven died by the spirit of the sword


Death poem


tahdachi ya


toshi to kitte


koromogae


Time to go


They say the journey is a long one


change of clothes


The Last Gentleman Tramp
A Poem by Ronin
"
Just a little ditty to our local city Tramp Tbag Pete, In the uk we call them tramps I changed it to Hobo for my American freinds,prefer Hobo anyway,more elegant than tramp and Pete is a Hobo.
"
You roam Dylans land
with your swag bag in hand
looking for a place
you move with such grace

A freeman of the land no idea of sin
part of a people that don't fit in
not bound by the cages of lifes light within
about the streets like a modern day Huckelberry Finn

In Swansea town
you wear the crown
unofficial King of the Hobos would make you frown
part of the landscape wearing a Hobos gown

At night in the drinking quarter
you stand and watch the beer fueled slaughter
and listen to the music like an etherial hawker
no slave to that night or whore of the daily dustbin porter

Tbag Pete they call you but is that your name
You did not ask for this kind of fame
You did not want to join in the game
So wander you do wearing no shame

With your life so free
and empty of worrying chi
I just wanna say don't you see
we should envy you Mr Hobo lifes absentee


© 2011 Ronin


The soudtrack to your mental machinations
As the bodies hit the floor
Do you think your a soldier of the class war
Victims arn't we all of your death dealing gyrations


© 2011 Ronin


THATCHERS SPAWN

A Poem by Ronin
"
Just a rant at the return of the Thatch
"


In stygian dreams the reaper will play

He will look at you your entire glamor in sway

You think you know best without reason or rhyme

But you don’t realise you’re wasting your time


At the height of your power by old Blenny’s shadow

You ensnare us all in a political tango

You open your mouth and give us the spin

If you are wise you will take it on the chin


For lies they spew no doctrines that are true

And we are enslaved by their Machiavellian sway

So on we go life day after day our pockets grow smaller while they take our pay

Our streets grow deep with the detritus of living

While life goes on but the bag rats unforgiving


In your high castle you sit playing at god

Then smacking us all with your priministerial rod

The Iron Lady came before

With her policies brought our world down to the floor


Brother against brother and father against son

When she lost her crown we thought we had won

Now Thatcher’s children are in the house of evil

Weaving her magic like a Boolean weevil


And on it goes because we put them there

Believing their lies we let the spectre rise

Now they are here without compromise

And the reaper arrives once more in a suit his disguise.


© 2011 Ronin


Freedom aka Benthams dream.
A Poem by Ronin
"
Is freeedom an illusion.
"

Cities of gold now gone so cold

Full of creatures with slime in their souls

For gods are now the contents of your wallet

The eternal Jester sings a leprous sonnet


Watched by Orwell’s eyes at every corner

And freedom is a word that is whispered by mourners

In a Panopticon world of Bentham’s dream

Our lives are sutured like a surgical seam


In the dark we cry for life’s loves lost

Freedom we cry whatever the cost

And TPOB say but you are free

And laugh and say but only if we agree.


© Copyright 2010 Jason Ronin


cycle of life
A Poem by Ronin

You got your house your car your two point four
but your just a capitalist whore
a slave to the system of a greenbacked class war

The ties that bind are the ties that grind
from birth to death it is written you will find
your life is owned with no peace of mind

part of orwells machine designed to make more bread
your only reward is when you wake up dead
cause you will lose your house with the money lenders crash
and who gets it the same men dealing in petty cash

So dream your dreams and light your lights
and prepare your wallet to receive the last rites
cause freedoms just another word when you got nothing to lose
I will wait for you to join me at the bottom of this bottle of booze.


© 2011 Ronin


© 2011 Ronin

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