Greendayease...
Exalted king of punk,your words take me higher & higher.
Millions screaming as you enter the stage.
Did you ever
think you'd be so high?
Authority bites when free wills demoralized.
To this exhibitionists symbolized dream.
Hypocritical
justice they dont understand.
Your need to release the anger and angst.
But this generation speaks "greendayease"
We
hear your cry, we feel your need.
Misunderstood youth misunderstood adult.
Three chords of bliss gravitating from you.
Abrasive
expressionist the rift takes you.
Your majesty,Billie Joe,exalted king of punk.
Your spirit can not be contained.
Replaced
or duplicated.
From sea to sea and all across the land.
Millions of fans screaming your name.
Chaos and anarchy proceeds
you.
And from this poem to your ego,
Disharmony, it just feeds you...
Michelle Marie Russo
Copyright ©2004 Michelle Marie Russo
Ode to Billie Joe...
As my last conscious thought takes hold.
I derive a life of fortune and fames.
And other aspirations way too many
to recall.
I heard your sweet sultry voice call my name
But the cd is on repeat again, and you are only an obsession.
An
escape from it all, to a place where only you can take me.
Your melodic melancholy voice set's each dream I seek.
To
the place where only you can take me.
Voice of a generation your empowerment seek's me.
Blissful sub consciousness take
me.
As your voice becomes the blood in my veins,
The beat of my heart, shaky
I'm there in that place you take me.
Michelle Marie Russo
Copyright ©2004 Michelle Russo
Pop Culture
pop culture without it what would we do.
no computers, tv's or telephones.
no playstation,no cable no cell phones
oh
and no punk music what a waste
how bout vanillia or blue
does anyone remember
how pepsi is susppose to taste
no
palm pilots dvd's or cd's
no kfc taco bell or tasty freeze
you see the smoke but through a haze of trees
and this
pop culture will someday be a remember when
and it will be talked about every now and then
the dawn of a new era sets
the stage
and some new techinology turns another page
so pop culture with all thats dreamed and what exists
is another
dinosaurs fossil lying beneath the mist.
Michelle Marie Russo
Copyright ©2004 Michelle Marie Russo
Promises Broken
I have left you in my shadow, love.
You stole my laughter when I was not aware.
You caught me off guard,
promising
to make me love you, promising to make me care.
You've taken away my better days.
And these endless tears are all I
shed.
You are a captain of a sinking ship.
You are only a wave in a restless sea.
I am but a grain of sand,
and
an even stronger wave will carry me.
We have been upon this ocean.
where the waves never end.
I would give every
chance of rescue.
If only you could have remained a friend.
Now I hold my heart close to me
where no one can see
or reach.
How can I explain it was lost to you
and washed up on the beach?
Michelle Russo
Copyright ©2004 Michelle Russo
