Transcending the Gilded Age 2011

[Jennifer]

Jennifer Khan-English-p8-3.25.11

1. Transcendental poem:
Hidden beauties of Nature
The beauty of nature
We can never tell
Since we move so fast paced
We forget our surroundings
Doing this incessantly
Maybe because of all these blinding lights
The trees dance with the whistling winds
The hushed lullabies of the little birds
The skies filled with clouds that are ready to burst
White and soft cotton blending in with the blues
Slowly the sky becomes a twilight purple
Hazy dreams,
shine in the moonlit night
Entranced by the natural dream
The petals of the delicate flower unfurls
Slowly everything becomes hazy
Trying to hold on
While I go into an everlasting dream.

#2: Transcendental self poem:
The Simple Things
The eyes are the window to the soul.
It's not true for some,
but it's always true for me.
There's times I wish,
My brain created a map,
to tell this wandering heart where to go
Blinded by happiness,
Forgetting about the sadness.
Coffee and a good book,
The feeling of being needed,
The little things is what I love.
Math is a foreign language,
still left unsolved.
it's normal for me
to be a hot mess
So many dreams
left to be achieved
wondering how to do this.
Maybe I ask for a lot.

#3: Found Poem-Huck Finn.
Something other Than Love
So I wilted right down onto the planks, then, and give up, and it was all I could do to keep from crying.
“Jim this is nice,” I says. “I wouldn’t want to be nowhere else but here.”
Jim knowed all kind of signs. He knowed most everything.
And so, take it all around, we make a good haul.
We said there warn't no home like a raft, after all.
We got home all safe.
Then I slid out quiet and throwed the snakes clear away amongst the bushes; for I warn't going to let Jim find out it was all my fault, not if I could help it...but I'd druther been bit with a snake than pap's whisky.
I didn’t do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn’t have done that one if I’d knowed it would make him feel that way.
It was Jim's voice- nothing ever sounded so good before.
I give his shoulder two or three little shoves, and begun to cry.
He was gone.
I set up a shout-and then another-and then another one; and run this way and that in the woods, whooping and screaming, but it warn’t no use.
He was gone.

[Aziza]

Aziza Arafat- period:3-English.

Poem #1

Because being together is enough

Pap he hadn’t been seen for more than a year
The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb
There is ways to keep off some kinds of bad luck,
But this wasn't one of them kind; so I never tried to do anything,
Though I used to take to the woods
Most of the time when he was around
They all asked me questions
Oh, what a turn you did give me!
And how glad and grateful I am
It ain't no worse; for luck's against us
When we got home Aunt Sally was that glad to see me
she laughed and cried both, and hugged me
she was on my mind
And Tom was on my mind,
So I slept very restless.
I hadn’t no objections,
Long as it would keep peace in the family


Poem #2

Own Moral

I got a good going, over in the morning
From old Miss Watson
I thought I would behave a while if I could
She told me to pray everyday
And whatever I asked for I would get it
I tried it
But somehow I couldn’t make it work
I set down, one time, back in the woods
I says to myself, if a body can get anything
when they pray for
Why can’t the widow get back snuff box
that was stole
No, says I to myself, there ain’t nothing in it


Poem #3


Wealth

Everyone care about wealth
It's the most important thing
Just for wealth, one did so much

Doesn't matter it is good or bad
The only goal is to be wealthy
Why? Why? Why wealth?

At least for once think about the society and the people
Don't be too selfish, try to give out, and try to unite!
That's the way to prove that it's not gilded age!

[Ernesto]

Ernesto Malaluan Jr. -Mr. Carson/Ms. Walrond P7 3/25/11

1) The Range of Change (Gilded Age Poem)

Things can change
from a small change to a new coast range,
rearranged from east to west
increasing exchange.

Breaking chains
that release the manes of glorious change
like freight trains that raise
the bays of knowledge.

2) Who I Am (Transcendentalist Poem)

Who I am
is like can unlabeled can
difficult to read, tough to understand.

I play sports and cram
but still pass my exams.

My stage is not in the spotlight
but in a mere court
which I find quite grand.

I am me
so I don't give a, "damn,"
because I stand for
Who I am.

3) Forever Scrawled (Found Poem from Huckleberry Finn)

People can be family
in many different ways,
through being, "such a son,"
or a part of a, "band of robbers,"
or simply a comrade down the, "middle of the river."

Sure families are messy,
but even, "courts cannot interfere and separate families."

Families are, "dim and dusty,"
just like a rocky, "shore."
However, family is family
There is no either - or.

[Svitlana]

Svitlana Makoviy - English P-3 3-25-11

1. Self Poem

The Wonder Of Balance

Often times people tell me what to do
Lacking the knowledge of my world
Thinking they know best
Of life, of my life and they can make choices
Make decisions no one else
But me is only capable of making
Very few know my strength and independence
It is my gift indeed for which I’m grateful
For I live my life solemnly on choices
Choices made by no other but myself

It makes me wonder what is the world about
Does it spoil us or is it all about choices
Is it better to influence the world
Or rather be influenced by it
What is the key to remain loyal to oneself
To avoid getting corrupt and immoral
Is it to follow the heart and mind
Or is it to listen to others
And embrace what nature has given us
To make us who we are


2. In-Class Found Poem

At The End

At the end of it all would you pull the trigger of destruction
Would you remember all good
Would you be the one, “the best friend [I] ever had”
Or would you simply forget, move on, and never remember
At times of trouble “you wouldn’t tell on me”
Or would you be the first in the line
“To harden against [me]”
“There ain’t a minute to lose”, I need to know now
Whether I trusted you and was right
Before I’ll have my heart turned into stone
And have my icy blood stop running through my veins


3. PowerPoint Found Poem

Will You Be My Friend

Quick hurry, they are after us!
Will you “stand by my side”
Or will you run when we get captured
Run away because we’re not equals?
“wouldn’t tell on me”?
“There ain’t a minute to lose”
you “said you wouldn’t”
no matter what “you wouldn’t” give up
on our friendship
I am scared Huck
I “feel it all the time”

“But somehow” my heart
Huck, my heart tells me
“not to strike”
Because I trust you Huck
You hear I trust you!
And I say
You were “the best”
Old Jim has ever had
Just tell me when it comes to “liberate”
Will you come back?
Will you “risk your freedom”
Will you be “my friend”?


Poems about Gilded Age (4,5)

4. Responsibility and Progress

Transcontinental railroads are constructed
Telephones are invented
Light bulbs are used
Recorders are tested
Scientific labs are promoted
It seems like humans took hold of Mother Nature
Filling the world with technological inovations
Forgetting that with progress comes responsibility
With every idea, a great deal of risks
With one step forward a possibility of two steps back
A technological hunger for further innovations
May put us, irresponsible humans all in danger


5. Change is Good

Change is good when there is progress
Change is good when it annihilates all hate
The world revolves; it never stays the same
Laws are always passed
To restrain all the corruption and crime
To ensure protection, to make things right

Often times though things mess up
Some go wrong and so go right
The more changes are made, the more choices we have
And yet, there is one constant
Good progress is followed by right choices

[Priyanka]

Priyanka Verma-Brotherly Love- P8- 03.25.11


Poem1- An Aberrant Friendship

I see Jim before me,
In the day, in the night,
Sometimes moonlight or sometimes storms.
Thinking over our trip down the river,
If its dark, he wouldn’t let me go by myself.
If I saved him, he would be grateful.
He was the only best friend I ever had
Always smiled around gradually,floated around singing and laughing.

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Poem 2- FUSION

I would go to work and steal Jim out of slavery again
I would do that!
I would do that because, as long as I was in , and in for good,
I might as well go all the way.
They took my nigger
The only nigger I’ve got in the world.
I’m in a strange country,
And I ain’t got no more property no more,
But what happened to poor Jim?
I followed the men to see what they were going to do,
Do to my poor Jim
They cussed him and gave him a cuff or two,
But he never said nothing,
Nothing that let on to know me.

[Sheniece]

Life’s mystery (found Poem)

Tis my fate to be free
My fate to be free of oppression
Misfortune has broken my once haughty spirit
I reckon I’ve learned from it all
To be a better person
It beats me how a feud
A quarrel with another man kills
Life is beautiful
I don’t see why they do it
I wish I knowed, but I don’t
It’s a mystery
I reckon it’s more than a cat nap
For when I waked up
The stars was shinning bright
The fog was all gone
And I saw the light


Stolen (found poem)

Ooh! A shoe and a pan I’ll take those too
We ain’t burglars
I didn’t want to be sivilized
Or wear fancy clothes
I wanted to explore and borrow, borrow
Oh shucks Huck Finn, if I was as ignorant as you
I’d keep still that’s what I’d do
But I was borrowing thats what pap called it,
But Tom said it warn’t borrowing it was stealing


Accepting Immigration

Discriminate?
Why do this when there can be peace?
People that are aliens and speak
A different tongue
But yet they cry the same tears
And shed the same blood
Why do we separate?
Instead of celebrating
The unity of different cultures


Government Money

Coal mines, Oil and steal
Big Business, Big Business
A money-maker for this America
People work
For your money
A dollar, dime or penny
It doesn't matter because it’s money
Let it all go to the country


Journery

I’m on a journey
Far and high
It’s just beginning
Always starting
No matter how the wind blows
It’s an on-going journey
Never stopping, never ending
I continue pass the stars
Dreams and galaxy
My journeys just beginning

[Eliza Brittni]

Eliza Ferrer P2
Poem #1- Transcendentalist Poem
Lil’ things
It’s the little things that make me smile,
It’s the hateful things that make me not care for a while,

I always come back,
As a matter a fact,
And just to let you know... I am,

From a place filled with question and doubt,
So now all I want is out,
Taking a road that’s all my own,
With the future still wildly unknown,
The only thing making me feel slightly at home,
Is the little things,

They give me hope,
They give me strength,
They make me smile,
But most of all they make me 100% less senile.

Poem #2- Gilded Age Poem
Kodak Moment
Pictures say 1,000 words,
Like 1,000 soaring birds,

Ideas with a message,
This can never be garbage,

Smiles, laughs, and fun,
Has it all just begun?

A hard copy of life,
So I put down the knife,
I have another way to keep you in my heart,
You have always been there from the start,

Now on this photograph,
I can watch you laugh,
A smile so beautiful,
Now I must be careful,
For you are special,

With a delightful presence,
Every action caught because YOU are my biggest Kodak Moment.

Poem #3- Gilded Age Poem #2
Coke
I’m happy and silly,
My cheeks are as red as a blood lily,

What’s in this drink?
It’s as dark as ink,

Refreshing all the same,
And of course it has a name!

It’s Coca Cola that started this game.

Poem #4- Found Poem (In Class)
Witches Leave Signs

What you know ‘bout witches?
[The] charm the devil give to [them]?
[They are] most ruined,
[So] I throw [salt] over my left shoulder and keep off the bad luck,

You better let me invest [in a cross] made with big nails to keep off the devil,
And the next morning you will feel greasy no more,

Lit my candle and went up to my room,
Dey’s two angels hoverin’ roun’ bout
De white one en den the black one,
Signs is signs I tell you,
It’s all there.

Poem number Five- Found Poem Ppt
The Unmentionable Mission

With a case-knife,
With chills and fever,
With tearful eye[s],
Chained his hands,

Looking wild,
Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt,
Better let me invest in little bunches with thread to keep witches off,
Signs is signs,

Keep off the bad luck,
Keep off the devil,
I couldn’t rest easy,
I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up,

I never heard of such a thing,
These impaired sacred name[s],
What do dey stan’ for?
I couldn’t make out what it was, and so it made the could shivers run over me,
I didn’t need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign,
[But] trash is what people is [anyway so their opinions don’t matter].

[Mohammed]

Mohammed Hussain-P3-3/25/11

Poem #1- Failure is not an answer
When I wake up in the morning
And the hurt is so great
I don’t want to get out of bed
And face a world of hate

If everything in life goes wrong
And nothing you do seems right
I just try a little harder
And soon I will see the light

For every person who had put me down
And filled my life with pain
I must strive to achieve greatness
And show them that I can win

For Every disappointment,
For the moments I am let down,
There will be a better moment
And my life will turn around

Nothing can stop me
Neither the pain nor the heartache
I have the true courage
Thus, I will get up and try again.

Poem #2-Everlasting Friendship(HBF Found Poem)
There ain’t no better way to put in time
when you are lonesome
Well, you wouldn’t a ben here
‘f it hadn’t a ben for Jim.
We put out the camp fire at the cavern.
Hello, Jim, have I been asleep?
Why didn’t you stir me up?
A little smoke couldn’t be noticed
cook up a hot breakfast
What was the use to tell Jim
these warn’t real kings and dukes?
I found Jim had been trying to get him to talk French
He was a might good “nigger,” Jim was.

Miss Mary Jane
you can’t abear to see people in trouble.
She was the best girl I ever see
She had the most sand.

Jim fished me out, and was going to hug me
and bless me, and so on.
Huck Finn helped a nigger get his freedom.
Jim had plenty of corn-cob pipes and tobacco,
so we had a right down social time.
We did set him free-me and Tom.

Poem #3- The Horizons within Friendship-Found Poem
Friendship is essential in life
Friendship is necessary for survival
At times we rely upon each other
To keep one another at accompany
“Jim this is nice, I would want to be nowhere else"
“I was so ever glad to see Jim, I warnt’ lonesome”
Being Lonely hurts, and can be harmful
“I catched a good cat-fish food
Jim cleared it with his knife”
Friends can work together to get things done.
Friendship is the way to go.

[Riyesh]

The Fake Metal

Life that seems golden
Fake and rusted
Corrupt is all I see

Full of pride and glory
Why misuse us?
Is that all I will be?

My life is at end.
Can't taste no sweet
Bitter and Sour,
my life is

One With Nature- poem 2

I drop with the dew
My life is as simple
as it can be
That is all I can see

Out of this dilemma
I want to be free

One with the nature
is what I want to be
Can't see no use
of living without my autonomy

Poem3- Lost with the fog

I tried to find my way
Can't see a thing
Lost with the fog
Can't see a thing

I want to feel the joy
Of achievement and success

Am I in a dilemma?
or just bewildered

I am just lost with the fog

Poem4- Powerful feeling

Listening to my heart thump
I was powerful and comfortable
I felt so good and all washed clean

[He] tried to be good
every way possible

It was mighty nice
I was saved by him
[he] was wash

Its too good to be true

Poem5- Admire and respect

I couldn't ever ben free
ef it hadn't ben for [these]
The sky looks ever so deep
I never knowed it before

Felling, rested and ruther
comfortable and satisfied
Warn't going to let anything
come between us

She tried to be good
Every way she knowed how
there arn't no telling
what she could a done by and by

She said she warn't ashamed of me
I was glad
Warn't going to let anything
come between us

[Muyiwa]

Muyiwa

People Seem to see me as passive and shy
But I am well observant as time goes by,
Of what I see in people
People are different from what they show

You wouldnt see the same cars as they go
I follow the beat to my own drum,
But my self-conviction ssays to learn from some
Know what is around

See where your heart leans
Then you bundle all your beliefs
And your mind is set to be seen

Muyiwa Adeyeye

[Muyiwa]

The Gilded Age

Age of Industrialization
Americans with new innovations
New ideas brought forth
A wave of dreaming hopefuls in all sorts

This is what it is, but it is a lie
This is how it looks in a foreigner's eye
Rapid prosperity for those who could uphold
But corruption and oppression were the stories untold

Muyiwa Adeyeye

[Muyiwa]

Identity

Keep Pap and the Widow from trying to follow me Pg 41
All I wanted was to go somewhere; all I wanted was change, I warnt particular Pg 10
I don’t take no stock in dead people Pg 10
I reckoned he believed in the Arabs and the elephants, but as for me I think different pg 23
She meant – I must help other people… and never think about myself Pg 19
I tried three or four times, I couldn’t make it work Pg 19
I don’t take no stock in mathematics Pg 24
I was powerful lazy and comfortable Pg 47

What’s the use you learning to do right, when it’s troublesome to do right and it ain’t no trouble to do wrong, and the wages is just the same? Pg 104

I wish the widow knowed about it. I judged she would be proud of me Pg 86


Muyiwa Adeyeye P6 (Huckleberry Finn Found Poem)

[Allison]

Transcendentalist Unit- The Negative of 2

I wish life was easy
But it isn't that breezy

I wish I can understand math
But the solution leads a path

I wish I was rich
But then I have to get hitched

I wish I was a pro
But then I have to grow

The gift of life
Can cause death by a knife

The alone
Are always the unknowns

Life isn't meant to be taken seriously
It's meant to live in a mystery.


Found Poem- Dear Friend

You don't know about me
But that ain't no matter
Persons attempting to find
A servant

Mornings, before daylight
I never learnt nothing else out of pap
I learnt that the best way to get along with his kind of people
Is to let them have their own way
To be, or not to be;
I do believe he cared
I bet I was glad to see him
I wouldn't want to be nowhere else
but here.

Gilded Age- Host

A time where the rich became the richest
The poor became the poorest
Competition is the problem
But the solution for the rich
An era where the truth is reviled
Everything is wrong
But it will soon be gone.

[Valentin]

I

One who perseveres
Yet procrastinates
The one working hard
Yet thinks of quiting
The one ready to fight
Yet presents himself a quaker
The player
Who can't play
Who acts a kid
He is I

[Valentin]

The Worthless Brave


Poor pitiful awful
Human beings
Wasting words
Most folks don't go to church
Most ruined human beings
Brave people hidden in the dark
The devil drove by
Hidden people
Poor pitiful awful

[Valentin]

Hidden Gold


Shiny, Shiny,
Is what I see
Hunger, hunger,
Is what they feel
Money, Money,
Is what they get
Trash, trash,
Is how they live
Is it gold or is it fake?

[Amy]

#1 Trust Me- Found Poem

Trust Me
Through the pain
“Don’t cry. We all has to have our troubles.”

Through the tricks
“It ain’t no time for fooling around”

Through the danger
“We’re safe Jim, I just know it.”

But in the end
Through it all
I will be there.

#2 (self poem) What I learned

I've learned a lot these past few years
Through my fake smiles and unseen tears
That friends sometimes aren't forever
that true love doesn't always last
And happy memories stay with you
but those happy moments go by fast

Words can cut deeper than any sword
Leaving you with something
That no man could replace or ever afford

#3 (self poem) Life without Love

When you love someone so deep inside,
It seems like it's so easy to hide.
You've loved him for so very long,
You would think he could do no wrong.

Every day you would hope and pray,
That he would always stay this way.
He treated you like you should be treated,
You thought your life was finally completed.

You thought your love was growing true,
And then one day it was all so blue.
He started putting you down and it hurt,
You thought all you were to him was dirt.

#4 Gilded Age

Our lives forever changed, our world will never be the same
With tears streaming down our face, again we call their name

This tragedy has changed us forever
Now we must join forces to become stronger than ever

The loved ones we lost this day were not in vain
Their lives sacrificed to bring us all together again

The time for healing is now
We must help each other and stand together somehow

A stronger nation was reborn today from this tragedy
A nation standing together for all the world to see

[Shakif]

Poem #1: The Story of my Pap

He was making his way to vote for the wonderful government
Oh what a wonderful government
But on his way he found a nigger
The nigger said he was going to vote for the wonderful government
Oh what a wonderful government
So he turned around and walked back
And said told everyone he will never vote again


Poem #2: Oh What a Bad Luck

I killed a spider
They said it would fetch me bad luck
I counted the things i cook
They said it would fetch me bad luck
I handled snake skin
They said it would fetch me the worst of bad luck
But those witches bewitched me
so those curses couldn't get to me

Poem #3: The Gilded Age

Everything that glitters isn't gold
Everything underneath is a story untold It's just like people
They're the same way
They cover up who they are
Each and every day
Make up
And clothes
Putting up a front
The image they put up isn't very blunt
But that's what Gilded is
Hiding what is behind the shine
To the naked eye
Everyone's blind

By: Shakif Awsaf

[Lisbeth]

Good v Evil (Found Poem)
“All I wanted was to go somewhere,” (pg10).
“It would be good to kill the families of the boys,” (pg 16).
“Must we always kill people?,”(pg17).
“ She told me to pray everyday,” (pg19).
“ Every time he got money he got drunk,”(pg33).
“No harm to borrow things, if you was meaning to pay them back,” (pg 76).
“It warn’t anything but soft name for stealing”

Transcendentalist

It's amazing , how could it be.
How is it possible that they can't see,
The constant struggle,
That comes our of me.
To stand here and make believe ,
That things are they way,
That they're suppose to be.

Gilded Age
They all believe that life is easy,
That we're getting rich,
Yet, the steel rails fool them all,
They don't know how hard we fall.
The everyday struggle to work,
long hours with little pay.
How long will it be before we break?

[Yomiuri]

The Good or The Bad: (Found Poem)

Miss Watson would tell me
It was a mean practice
When I wanted to smoke
But the bad was there
It pulled me in like a like a snake
Biting my neck

He would arrive in a blue moon
The next day he was drunk
He said to me
That’s why I come
You git me that money to-morrow
He was never there for me
Hain’t been see in these parts
For a year or more
And then he came like a ghost
Unseen

Keep Them Away (Found Poem – In class)

Little lock of my hair
Thread to keep witches away
If the man warn’t buried
Go a ha’nting
Worst bad of luck in the world
Touch a snake skin with my hand
Looking at the new moon
It’s an awful bad sign

You’ve lost a horse-shoe
It’s an awful bad sign
You need to nail it up over the door
If not get prepared
To keep the off bad luck

Sugar Coated:

Sugar Coated that’s what it is
America the great, the prosperous
On the outside gleaming with gold
In the inside rotten with greed
Bribery, Manipulation, and Robber Barons
A day by say thing
Big Business controlling the senate

Oh what to do
Let’s invent
The telephone, light bulb and the railroad
Thomas Edison and Alexander Graham Bell
Creators of new innovations
In an era of racial denominations

[Jahziel]

Jahziel James
Transcendentalist Poem

“One”
One soul
One mind
One heart
One sky
One God
One earth
One sun
One life
Make the most of it when
Your mind is still strong
Because as far as I am concerned
Man has just the same amount of power as the sun.
You see, humans have control over internal factors.
Life is a puzzle.
Just use your soul, mind and heart
To discover, the complexity of life
And one another.

[Jahziel]

Jahziel James
“Found Poem”
“Menu of Superstitions”
P2

Talking about dead people,
Shaking table-cloths after sundown,
Counting the things you are going to cook for dinner, and
Getting bitten by a snake are all included in the package
Of Superstitions. Engage in one of these and you’re surely making a bad decision.
Ask Jim he’ll tell you.
After all he knew every kind of sign on the menu.

[Haynes]

Haynes Matias English-P7
Gilded Age #1 The Truth Covered in Gold

The conditions were rough and the movement was tough.
In this era work was not enough.
Hard work and hardly working,
dressing up and acting like nothing.
Think with your brain and not your head.
Two different things are wide and spread.
One can learn it or already have learned it.
The truth covered in gold is what some call it.


Transcendentalism #2
If The Stars Were in Reach:

The moment awaits, the time is an escape.
We do not control,
only ones mind can hold the weight.
No matter the strength or the beast,
If the stars were close then it wouldn't be difficult to reach.
As we evolve and the planet revolves, we learn to shift along.
if the opportunity is there then don't be scared move on with life.
Life doesn't shatter and fall down the stairs.

[Roxanne]

Poems 1&2: Trascendenlism unit
Poem 3: Found Poem
Poem 4&*5: Made up

A Dream

I dream of the Ocean
So blue and clear like the sky
Now I wish life was so
Clear and free
Pure and right
Not corrupted nor filled with Danger
I dreamed of a life that I wish existed

To do right or to do wrong, that is the Question

“I wish I’d never see that snake-skin
I do wish I’d never laid eyes on it”
“It aint yo fault, you didn’t know
Don’t you blame yo’ self’ but if
It’s not me to blame, then who?”
“Well, then, says I, whats the use you learning
To do right and aint no troublesome
To do wrong, and the wages is just the same?”
“So I reckoned I wouldn’t bother no
More about it, but after this
Always do whichever come handiest at the time”
“I would take up wickedness again, which was
In my life, being bring up to it, and the other wasn’t
Because as long as I was in and in for good,
I might as well go the whole hog.”

Understanding the black man

It does beat all
How neat the niggers played their hand in fall
They let on to be sorry they was going out of this region
And I believed they was sorry
And so did you, and so did everybody
Don’t ever tell me anymore that a nigger aint got any roar talent
Why, the way they played that thing, it would fool anybody
In my opinion theres’s a fortune in em
Well, then says I, whats the use you learning to do right, when
Its troublesome to stay strong and aint no trouble to do wrong
And the wages is just the same?
I was stuck I couldn’t answer that
So I reckoned I wouldn’t bother no more about it
About doing right and learning the morals in life

Mystery River

“I see the fog closing down,
And it made me so sick and scared
I couldn’t budge for most a half a minute
It seemed to me and then there warn’t no raft
In sight; you couldn’t see twenty yards”
“As soon as I got started I took out after the raft
Hot and heavy, right down the tow-head
I flew by the foot of it I shot out into the solid
White fog and no more idea which way I was
Going than a dead man.”
“No, you feel like you are laying dead still on the water;
And if a little glimpse of a snag slips by, you don’t think to yourself
How fast you’re going, but if you think it ain’t dismal and lonesome
Out in a fog that way, by yourself, in the night, you try it once
You’ll see”

Liars Liars, pants on fire!

“It didn’t take me long to make up my mind
That these lairs warnt no kings nor dukes,
At all, but just low-down humbugs
And frauds. But I never said nothing,
Never let on; kept it to myself; its the best
Way; then you don’t have no quarresl, and didn’t
Get into no trouble”

[Delorian]

Delorian Nappi p6 5/13/2011

Killing a Spider

I could be god staying in the clouds.
If there are no clouds then I’m just around
I could be in the trees like Tarzan
Yelling and Screaming like I am the man
But that was stopped just a minute ago
Cause I just killed a spider… Oh No
Now I’m feeling like atlas with the sore shoulders
Folding at the corners like a scholar’s folder
Now I’m hoping that this bad omen doesn’t come
Because I just finished eating and I better run

Devil’s Charm

A charm from Satan, I was scared to search
I felt like I had to find god in church…
Back to the grind that I live everyday
Only god can take me away from the fame
From the liars and the cheats
The peddlers on the beat
I only got here because I live on the street
But with the charm was my life to improve
From the bottom of the bucket to the top floor in the room
And even though God tells me that Satan is funny
I reply, he may be bad but he’s for me


From the Guilded Age

Chillin here you thought my life was funny
Now I’m using people just to make my money
Rotten people and metal just covered in gold
That’s what it was called the gilded age for
My story is bold, going from rags to riches
I really have hit a lot, not a lot of misses
My family I don’t think about when I moved,
And I don’t go visit cause I think im too good
Now I own the U.S. steel production company
But my heart still feels empty even covered in money
I had to lose my moral code just to get ahead
Now I’m dead until I rest in my deathbed