The Children Cried

Tell us a story the children cried

A story of forests filled with life

A story of rolling green hillsides

A story of laughing rivers and streams

Tell us a story the children cried

A story of people filled with love

A story of neighbors helping each other 

A story of freedom and learning

Tell us a story the children cried 

And a story they were told

A story of forests laid bare, no longer a place for life

A story of hillsides covered with buildings and highways and noise

A story of rivers and streams filled with garbage slowly strangling 

A story of hate consuming humanity

A story of people lost to each other only caring about themselves 

A story of restrictions and lack of wisdom

This is the story that was told

And the children cried

the kingdom of i don't care

there is a kingdom of i don't care

it really exists everywhere

in the kingdom of i don't care

there is no sympathy anywhere

you aren't feeling very well

no sympathy no matter who you tell

you think you might be losing your mind

no sympathy of any kind

the dog is sick

they don't give a lick

you're worried about this or that

they don't really have time to chat

everyday seems a day to dread

no one hears a word you've said

in the kingdom of i don't care

there is no sympathy anywhere

Letting My Feelings Out

MY NAME IS JACKIE
AND NO ONE CARES
MY NAME IS JACKIE
IT IS I SWEAR
MY HAIR IS BLONDE
WELL NOT ANYMORE
MY EYES ARE BLUE
NOT AS BLUE AS BEFORE
I USED TO KNOW
HOW TO LIVE IN THE NOW
I USED TO KNOW
BUT HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW
I THINK ABOUT YESTERDAY
A LOT IT SEEMS
I THINK ABOUT TOMORROW
AND WONDER WHAT IT MEANS
WONDER WHAT IT MEANS
TO FEEL LIKE I'VE DIED
WONDER WHY I WANT
TO ALWAY HIDE
HIDE FROM THOUGHTS
AND THESE THINGS I FEEL
HIDE FROM THIS LIFE
THAT DOESN'T SEEM REAL


and this is only poetry that expresses temporary and unimportant feelings so don't make too much of it

have you ever noticed that the word poetry looks funny like it is saying poet try

yes i know i am strange what can i say