Killing of a Star
Lyrics by JD Glasscock
I met a man named Star
He had lights on him in the dark
I should’ve known better then to get in his car
When he told me his name was Star
He had lights on him in the dark
We went on a forest drive
Time on the buy
He looked at me like a killer out of the T.V.
And this is what he said to me
“I like boys don’t you know
Tight, ready for the show
I like boys don’t you know
Tight, ready for the show”
It scared me, lights in the dark
Taking me deeper
Deeper
On a forest drive
I should’ve known better then to get in his car
When he told me his name was Star
He looked at me like a killer out of the T.V.
And this is what he said to me
“I like boys don’t you know
Tight, ready for the show
I like boys don’t you know
Tight, ready for the show”
I had to kill him
Hope you understand
I had to kill him
‘Cause for this Star
I wasn’t a fan
So I did it
On a forest drive
Teeth to throat
A rip and a tear
On a forest drive
A deep in the night ride
And he looked at me like a killer out of the T.V.
A killer out of the T.V.
And the lights went out
Darkness all about
I killed him
Had myself a rendezvous with a girl who had eyes of blue
Poem by jd glasscock
There’s the boys and the girls in their
Dog masks and baby doll perfumes
They dance in tight lipped frenzies
Playing games of cards, chance
One moves left, the other right
They spin around
And begin their journey into the night
They thrust and thrust
Freak and seek
Exchanging candle light memories
Over the romance of moonlight’s
Shadowy peak
The king of the show does a little jig
At the doorway to twilight
And invites the boys and the girls
To feast in their delight, fright
Thought I might
Show the egotistical king a thing or two
Starting with a girl who had eyes of blue
She’s a crazy girl
The way I like it
A crazy girl
The way I like to bite it
Lik’em crazy with a lot of hip movement
The type of girl that likes it all the way
All the way
All the way
The type girl that makes you want to stay
Forget the pain
And enjoy in some sunrays
The type of girl that likes it all the way
And she’s a girl with eyes of blues
Dog masks and baby doll perfumes
She’s got these fucking insane eyes of blue
But I’m still waiting to see if there’s enough glue
To keep me occupied
Until then
There’s a lot of pretty girls in my sight
Wearing a dog mask
Feasting in my delight
But if the girl with eyes of blue
Turns out to be the one
The one so true
Then I’ll throw a blanket down on a sandy beach
Recite poetry over the ocean’s moonlight reach
I’ll stroke and pleasure in love’s attraction
Tantalize and tease her with lust satisfaction
And if the girl with eyes of blue
Teaches me a thing or two
Shows enough glue to be
My fairy princess
The one, the one so true
Great
But until then
I’m just gonna stick with the clowns
In the carnival side show
I hear the Fat Lady
Likes it
All the way
Wonderland
Lyrics by JD Glasscock
Now I am just a clown you see
Lost in a maze of dreams
But some day I hope to find someone
To love me
I walk through this life blind to all
Laughing as I take a fall
The White Rabbit’s leading me
To Wonderland
For a friend would you die
I’d say yes and I cry
We all ask the question why
Torture is a common theme
In Wonderland
Now I am just a clown you see
All my stories make believe
But some day I hope to find
Someone to love me
I walk through this life
Blind to all
Laughing as I take a fall
The White Rabbit’s mocking me
In Wonderland
For a friend would you die
I’d say yes and I cry
We all ask the question why
Torture is a common theme
In Wonderland
Now this is where the story ends
You gave your life for your friend
All your tears washed away
Into your sea
That sacred place
In Wonderland
For a friend would you die
I’d say yes and I cry
We all ask the question why
Torture is a common theme
For a friend would you die
I’d say yes and I cry
We all ask the question why
Torture is a common theme
In Wonderland
Wonderland
Wonderland
JD Glasscock
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A little push & shove
Poem by jd glasscock
A little soft sigh
A little push for the shove
Eyes are the ticket to clean love
Satin sheets to slide under
Lips moist in the struggle to survive
And it’s the eyes, the eyes
That produce the ticket to the ride
Flying with no wings in the sky
Say hi
Are we high yet?
Stay, don’t move
Quiet please
The show is about to begin
Clouds enraptured
A soul captured
A push and a shove
A bite of love
Teeth grinding
Moist
Biting
Taste of blood
Sensual, sexy
Struggle to survive
Struggle to survive
The show is reaching climax
A pull back on the lens
A short flick of entangled limbs
And pump, pump
Pump, pump
The ticket has been taken
The eyes have shifted to a wink
The chest is heaving
Bodice panting
Huff, huff
Puff, puff
Blow the house down
Clean fun under the yellow sun
And the ride is moving
Sliding, grinding,
A question to an answer
And the eyes
The eyes
Drown
I love ya
Till we fly with no wings in the sky
And say goodbye
Goodbye
And here we go
Down the High – way
The trip has been eventful
Hush, quiet please,
She wants to tease
A push for the shove
Tidbits of trembling nerves
Small musings by JD Glasscock
I am shooting from a low hip holster filling balloons with rivers hoping to win some marbles
I'm watching the cards splay out in shifting moods....moon flavors of love sweet and strong....and the movement of her hips says it all.....the bed would shake...sweat sweeping off flesh in an old porn movie remake....
I walk in a slow gait to the beginnings of a dream...so long has the dirt been that has trailed my feet...so many memories of dark shadows and beautiful flowers....love found and lost..lust experienced in a blink of thought..leaving me less then I was....pits gouged into avenues...strength garnered in unlikely havens...and now...after so long...the dream...begins...and I smile....crooked teeth chanting my story
Love is a songbird singing to the boughs of ancient trees whispering wisdom to a wind flitting among rolling waves caressing sand sifting dreams to a road of serenity
About the Creator
JD Glasscock
J.D. Glasscock started as a slam poet on national teams in 1990. Written and Directed 16 Award winning short films...He also has 16 self published books of poetry, lyrics and film.
Owner of StormCrow Productions
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