Tender Lady Blues
Posted: 3 January 14 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Blues, Death, Escape, Evil, Experience, Freedom, Music, People, Retrospection, Song, Sun, Tender Lady Blues, Time, Writing Leave a commentBy Andy Copeland
Lonesome baby
I know where you’re from
I’ve been on that hill
From where you’ve come
I’ve heard the stories
I know what you’ve done
Tender lady
Won’t you take my hand?
I’m fed up with this town
I know you understand
We can escape this
I’ve got a plan
Oh Lord have mercy
Have mercy on my soul
It took me too long
It’s time for me to go
It’s been so fun, woman
I don’t think you know
Oh now forget me
Forget me and all I’ve done
You know I’ve been so evil
But I’m not the only one
You know I’m just one of these people
Living under this miserable sun
One Man
Posted: 22 December 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Addiction, Advice, Andy Copeland, Art, Choices, Depression, Disillusionment, Drugs, Experience, Fix, Jesus, Life, Morality, One Man, Poem, Roads, Satan, Song, Writing, Youth 1 CommentBy Andy Copeland
I sleep, the world is turning
I wake, my mind is burning
Through my life I’m always learning
Don’t follow every yearning
I’ve almost seen Satan’s face
And I heard all ’bout Jesus’s grace
I’ve been everywhere between, seen
All the sights that can be seen and
I can tell you not to follow
Everyone’s advice
‘Cuz no one thinks
Twice
I’m in the world around me
The sights and sounds surrounding
Did you hear the music sounding?
I can feel my heart a-pounding and
I just know I need a fix
I throw it into my daily mix
My mamma taught me right from wrong but
Here I am, singing this song and
I just don’t know where I’m gonna go
But it ain’t too good and that’s for sho’
Ain’t too many roads for me to take; and
I don’t know how far one man can make
Off a Camel Wide
Posted: 9 December 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Bold, Camel, Cigarette, Drugs, Flavor, Nicotine, Poem, Smoke, Smoking, Smooth, Tobacco, Wide, Writing 1 CommentBy Andy Copeland
Sometimes, when I smoke a cigarette
The tobacco so bold
Smoke so smooth
I take my drags sparingly
You see, the nicotine
My buzz
Delivers my blood
With separate
Poignant
Climbs
Permanent
Posted: 1 December 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs, Writing Challenges | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Daily Prompt, Light, Music, Permanent, Poem, Tattoo, Writing, Writing Challenge 7 CommentsBy Andy Copeland
Permanent.
You told me
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is set in stone–
Except for the things that are set in stone–
But even then,
There are no guarantees
I got a tattoo
The needle marked my skin
Permanent.
It will not wash away
Forever marked
Yesterday I discovered it
When did I get it?
One day I found it
Grey measures of music
Strung together one-by-one
In a spiral
Permanent.
My music
Spirals
Round my heart
Round my soul
It glows:
An uncontrollable,
Omnipresent light
Emitting from within me
Permanent.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-tattoo/
Hendrix
Posted: 27 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs, Writing Challenges | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Birthday, DPchallenge, Haiku, Jimi Hendrix, Music, Poem, Writing 12 CommentsBy Andy Copeland
It’s Jimi’s birthday
Don’t forget what he showed us:
Rock & roll–blues art
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
Put the Fox Out
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Disloyalty, Love, Pain, Poem, Put the Fox Out, Risk, Unfulfillment, Women, Writing Leave a commentBy Andy Copeland
Now come on, brash boy with heated blood
Tell me what you’d do in the name of love
Show me how far you’re willing to go
Because, that lady over there, she wants to know
/
You see, she digs you and she thinks you’re real fine
But I know better than to make her mine
She’s an evil lady; she’ll cut you open
Leave you with a desire to do nothin’ but dopin’
/
When you wake in the morning, she’ll be gone from your bed
Goin’ to work to keep another man fed
And in the evening, when you’re in the mood
You’ll find she puts on a whole different attitude
/
Oh, she’ll look you in the face and respect you like a man
But I guarantee you she’s got another plan
She’ll completely expend you like a worn-out tool
Leave you alone and crying like some down-and-out fool
/
/
She’ll keep coming back since you forgive her so well
Bringing havoc to your life, like a demon from hell
She smiles and dances, she says she done nothin’ wrong
But when you’re not around she sings a different song
/
I’ll tell you what to do; there’s only one thing, son
Lest you go psychotic and look for a gun
Don’t worry ’bout manners and don’t consider class
Just put the fox out on her little ass
Withdrawal
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Depression, Drugs, Morning, Poem, Sleep, Solitude, Time, Waiting, Withdrawal, Writing 1 CommentBy Andy Copeland
The quiet whirring of the fan
Fades
Into my reality
As the dark
Behind my eyelids
Is replaced
By the darkness
In front of me
Last I remember,
I fell
Smiling
Sinking
Into the cushions of this couch
But now my head is clear
My blood is clean
And my mouth is dry
It’s out
People around me snore
While my wretched withdrawal ensues
I rise
Stuff a cigarette in my mouth
The staccato flick
Of my Bic
My soft stirrings bring the dog by
Feet underneath me now,
My secret sneak starts
Socks silently sliding along the wood
Everyone slumbers tonight
But I’ll see the sun when it comes up
April 2013
Some Days
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs, Writing Challenges | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, DPchallenge, Haiku, Poem, Writing 9 CommentsBy Andy Copeland
Some days are care-free
Some days are worse than others
Today the sun shines
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
Slow
Posted: 25 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs, Writing Challenges | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Depression, DPchallenge, Drugs, Grass, Haiku, Marijuana, Poem, Sky, Slow, Weather, Weed, Writing 10 CommentsBy Andy Copeland
A pallid, gray sky
I need new inspiration
Burn, happy grass, burn
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
Rum and the Moon
Posted: 25 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Idea, Moon, Nature, Poem, Rum, Thinking, Thought, Understanding, Writing Leave a commentBy Andy Copeland
Creativity is fleeting
To a simple man
Trying to figure it out
Trying to understand
Deep thoughts, my friend
Can you keep up?
Most of my rum lies in my belly
Yours is in your cup
Yes, drunk we become
Not a word between us
But the ideas, they spread
Much like a virus
Infecting one mind–
I’d rather call it inspiration==
And traveling to the other
No need for desperation
The moon is shining above us
The winter wind is cold
While we are still young
The world is so old
There’s much to be learned
From looking around
I think I’ll get lost
Try not to be found
Do not stop me
I have another thought
Coming with me would be better
Than staying here to rot
January 2013