Grateful Dead

What's up with your allusion illusion?
Why can't you just say what you mean
instead of trying to couch some meaning
in spaces and words in between?

Is raw naked truth just too real for you?
Seems like the hot end of the match?
Better to keep em all guessing bout you
than getting hung up on some catch.

You enjoy all your masks
and your postures adopted
designed to get what you're after.
People want to believe
so why not just deceive
since other's feelings don't matter?

There's no need to support a position
if others just can't pin you down.
And if anyone seems to get too close
there's plenty of others around.

Keep pitching persona into the sea
of well meaning suckers you find.
Surely you'll get the approval you seek
leveraging those who are kind.

Why say what you think when
when others will feel like
you're saying things they want to hear?
As long as you get what
you want out of them it
won't matter that you bring them tears.

Just satisfying your own wants and needs
justifies your crass lack of class.
Those messy details, substance, meaning,
are just one big pain in the ass.

So move swift and light, you rapacious thing,
don't get snared inside your own trap.
It's a bitter pill to swallow, you know,
when all know that you're full of crap.

Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

Beutiful poems Andy .. We are more then happy to read your poems .. Thank you for sharing them with us !! It is a nice treat to log on every morning and see a new poem from you .. Hello Andy`s mom !! I send my family here to ,,hehe..
Peace & sunshine ... Stu ...

Right on down that lazy river road. Love to sit on the banks and read your poems.
peace,pk

yeah, i know i've been monopolizing this space, and i shall
back off at some point. i'm just a poem-a-day kind of guy. :)
these poems have felt so incomplete, unheard,
sitting on my music stand, next to my folder of hunter/barlow
material, and for them to be able to be read by some of you, gives them
a sense of completion, and wholeness/fulness, that i could
never express in words. so thank you all for your flexibility,
and appreciation. you reading the words is really finishing
the poems, in a way i never could. and thankyou dead.net,
for this forum, again i can't express in words. also,
i sent my mom here to read some of her kid's poems,
so everybody now, HEY MOM!!! :)

thanks grdaed, now i'm
"gonna just lean back and turn on the jets"

love, andy schubert

What you got
It's all you need
You could have nothing
And still be
Singing in the breeze.

Don't hold yourself down
Spread your wings and fly
Or just walk on into town
And let those cars go by.

Cause what you got
It's all you need
Head up into the hills
And camp out in the trees.

No one can keep you down
Spread your wings and fly
Or just kick on back
And stare up at the sky.

Cause what you got
It's all you need
You could have nothing
And still be
Singing in the breeze.