The comedian
observes human behavior
like a psychiatrist does a patient.
He analyzes and criticizes,
He diagnoses,
He heals.
The comedian
tells a joke
like a priest reading scripture.
He speaks diligently,
He is precise,
He doesn't miss a word.
The comedian
brings crowds together
like a dancing street performer.
He ostracizes himself,
He is foolhardy,
He wants your attention.
And he will work for it,
However long it takes.
How to get you success,
Strenuous work - beyond skill,
Is filled with stress.
Or is it how we dress?
Does that little black dress enthrill?
How to get you success.
Image does impress,
To select, still,
Is filled with stress.
Talent is purely bless
But it does not entirely fill
How to get you success.
Swift plus business in excess
Though it, instill
Is filled with stress.
Nonetheless,
There is no permanent pill.
How to get you success
Is filled with stress.
Everyone always has something planned
But you have nothing better to do, so
You sit by yourself, a coffee in hand.
You're watching the people out the window
Scurrying down the sidewalk, through the snow,
A strict routine, no room for something new--
The same food they eat, same places they go,
But there's nothing wrong from their point of view.
The suits only wait for the phone to ring
With polished shoes, and bluetooth earpieces,
Even the birds no longer care to sing--
You see why creativity ceases.
So, not knowing what tomorrow may bring,
You're thinking, maybe change is a good thing.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
Why are other people so dreary?
I really just don't have a clue.
When I met you I knew too few.
Most people made me quite weary.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
When I met you my whole life seemed askew.
How did you help me see it wasn't all dreary?
I really just don't have a clue.
Three years later I get you an interview.
And at first they all seemed a bit leery.
But I don't know what I'd do without you.
There is one person who thinks you a shrew,
And I couldn't believe his treachery.
I really just don't have a clue.
Though our meetings have become too few,
And our schedules keep us both aweary,
I don't know what I'd do without you.
I really just don't have a clue.
Friend, won't you ask if I'm okay?
'Cause even though I'm not alright,
"I'm fine," is just what I would say.
When I won't make it through the day
because my thoughts are taking flight,
Friend, won't you ask if I'm okay?
Although I want to run away,
when I can't sleep throughout the night.
"I'm fine," is just what I would say.
My mind is leading me astray.
Each day is like a constant fight.
Friend, won't you ask if I'm okay?
Threads of my heart have gone affray
in wake of all my endless plights.
"I'm fine," is just what I would say.
You'd say that, Friend, for me you'd pray.
And in the end I'd see the light.
Friend, won't you ask if I'm okay?
"I'm fine," is just what I would say.
My music, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you drive my attention,
It's the way I choose to tell my story,
Something one understands with no sight.
Always dreaming about the intense performance.
As soon as I begin to play,
The notes beg me to never stop.
Since I am situated with an artistic mind,
I'd say this path of life was simply meant.
Now I must go with a joyful heart,
You are pure art.
Writing poems is not easy to do!
To find a petty thing I'd like to say,
it seems I've racked my brain so through and through.
Too bad inspiration is still at bay!
I have not the cleverness of Hermes,
to write this poem and outwit the gods
of English Literature, who worries
over syllables and meter seems odd,
when much more's at stake: the meaning and the theme!
And the tone that the author, I, will take.
Yet they're staunch; noting the rhyme scheme
and avoiding unusual line break,
because as long as my work will be seen
it must be fit for all the kings and queens.
In the blink of an eye,
Everyone you have known and grown with disappears,
Millions of miles away, and memories of friends will lead to tears.
It feels as if the memories slip away as you cry.
Those golden nights, audaciously young,
Sipping the elixir of life if just for a night.
Everything right, no sadness, everything bright,
Friends for a moment but life's song together unsung.
Fret not, the days gone by will drift away from your mind,
Like a waterfall, wearing away the rocks below,
Your mind too will wear away from the many tomorrows
And the memories of years hind.
As tears slip, the Lethe flows, and memories fall too,
A million miles away you start again and meet a whole new everyone
The past cannot perpetrate the present in the long run
And with new friends you will begin anew.