In the chanced event that this is sent
I hope to show what you should know
Before you or I become one of the heaven sent
Awaiting upon the eternal judgements.
An infant's 'accident' creates a cracked head
Continually overdosed, wishing she were dead.
Having had the gall to survive, she was left barely alive
To a life of torture, horror, hunger and scorn,
Never was she loved, pitied, nor ever mourned.
As the stomach starts jerkin'
The mind stops workin'
Starvation alone is enough pain.
Then the roof starts leakin'
Your drugged strength is weakened
You freeze in the pouring rain.
With a neck near broken
Hateful words unspoken
As you're overdosed on drugs
You still see and watch the thugs.
It's said that we all suffer the same
I wonder if we have only ourselves to blame
For when the simple tasks become a major
You know you're cursed so whip out the razor.
The world is a dot with nothing to say
The humans want more, and to the devil's you pay.
Your pockets are empty, but pay you must
Fix the car, repair the roof, it's forever boom or bust.
Broken down on the highway of life,
Now am I full of hardship and strife.
Humans yellin' for me to move
This rut of life is just another groove.
I'll never stop suspecting
He set the ball in motion
My suspicions will never stop
Just like the tides of the ocean.
As I teeter on the cliff edge, My life on a thread,
I watch the edge recede, as the ground becomes my bed
So down and down and down I go
To the sharp rocks far far below.
The greedy humans- they all kill for money
They slaughter the innocent- where's the cream and honey?
Society thinks I'm forever strange
When it's they who should be ashamed.
When the chips are down
They're nowhere to be found
Until their eternal ends,
They're forever yours truly,
The fair weathered friend.
Upon awaking, if should I recover,
How nice it'd be to finally discover
Never more the fair weathered friends
To greet me after my mortal end.
Tyring of life, I pick up a knife
I start to slice from ear to ear
Then the phone rings. The kids are sick
Well, that's life-oh dear.
Alas, all my hopes will spring eternal
Hopes and dreams read only in some journals
All of them burned to ashes, then dust to dust
Like most things in life, a pocketful of rust.
The last mortal life, alone to the very end
The future's now behind me, my life is finally spent.
The final end completed and alone to the very last,
My days of future struggles are now my distant past.
Knowing only a life of fear
The Melancholy Man could not be saved
No one dared to shed a tear
As she embraced her eternal grave.
He finally caught up to her, but it was too late
Her eternal death consumed her, as was her fate.
A love forbidden, for reasons unknown
Rejected by all, she died alone.
Ask me not, I can never explain
The info. is complete, so don't complain.
I'm forever rejected by mans world today
So I freely embrace my future grave.
Cold it may be, but it's better than mortal life
Only an Immortal can ever make it right.
Heather J. Kintyre
(Begging William Shakespeare's pardon)
Lord of my love, to whom in vissalage,
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
My will is strong, past reason's weak reproving
The worst is but denial and reproving
Here come to sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses.
With this she siezeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood,
And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good.
I have debated even in my soul,
But nothing can affection's course control
And by her fain immortal hand she swears
Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it;
As if between them twain there were no strife,
But that life liv'd in death, and death in life.
Her boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest,
Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil,
And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
Now is she in the very lists of love,
Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:
All is imaginary she doth prove,
He will not manage her, although he mount her;
Within her bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in her eye?
To make the child a man, the man a child,
To tame the unicorn and lion wild
Distempering gentle Love in his desire,
His leaves will wither, and his sap decay;
As air and water do abate the fire,
So must my soul, her bark being peel'd away.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
Heather J. Kintyre
(I get by with a little help from my friends.)
When my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin
And peace of pardon win!
My eye prophite, as the depths unfold,
Sees a new advent of the age of gold
I do possess what none can take away
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
Nay peace: behind my prison's blinded bars
My love, and all the glory of the stars
To drift with every passion 'till, my twin-soul,
We shall be a part of the mighty Universal Whole
And through all aeons mix and mingle with the Cosmos Soul!
Let not thee forget thy vow,
Sealed how often, Love, as now
I did but touch the honey of romance-
And must I lose a soul's inheritance?
If the blue lips of the sea
Wait with Icy kiss for me,
And all the live world's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die
The Universe itself shall be our immortality!
Heather J. Kintyre
Lord of my love, to whom in vissalage,
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
My will is strong, past reason's weak reproving
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses.
With this she siezeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood,
And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good.
I have debated even in my soul,
But nothing can Affection's course control
And by her fain immortal hand she swears
Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs
That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry.
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it;
As if between them twain there were no strife,
But that life liv'd in death, and death in life,
Her boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest
Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth
boil,
And having felt the sweetness of the spoil,
Now is she in the very lists of love,
Her champion mounted for the hot encounter:
All is imaginary she doth prove,
He will not manage her, although he mount her;
Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie,
saw'st thou not the signs of fear lurking in mine eye?
To make the child a man, the man a child,
To tame the unicorn and lion wild,
Distempering gentle Love in his desire,
His leaves will wither, and his sap decay;
As air and water do abate the fire,
So must my soul, her bark being peel'd away.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
Heather J. Kintyre
It's cold here in the basement
It always seems that way
And I've been freezing forever
Since we moved to Morro Bay.
Thinkin' about the bad time
Thinkin' about the pain
Thinkin' about how great it feels
Alone again.
I'm laughing at all the lies I told you.
I'm laughing at the faith you had in me.
More than anything else
I'm laughing at myself.
I'm so glad I'm finally free.
My bills are down without you,
Yes I'm really doing fine
I have never missed you
Now or at any time.
They all think I'm cryin'
That I can't sleep at night.
But they don't know I'm laughing
Way down deep inside.
I'm laughing at all the things I told you
I'm laughing at the things you said to me.
More than anything else
I'm laughing at myself
I'm so glad I'm finally free.
I'm laughing at the things I took for granted
I'm laughing at the chains I put on you
More that anything else
I'm laughing at myself
I'm relieved to be set free.
Heather J. Kintyre
(An ode to Wings)
Their spirits joined and so were formed
Nine million years ago
Between the songs and lyrics themes
Where even dark clouds flow.
To dance with grace
To write songs well
To yet be strong with feel
To love to dance,
To sing your songs,
An empty space to fill.
The Beatles taught me to rhyme
The Beach Boys taught me to play
George Harrison cast down his sign
Paul McCartney lights my way.
Light rings in a galaxy
Paul's endless fight with time
Linda gave her heart to Paul
And left him free to climb.
McCartney's concert ends too soon
After he sings the Beatles Songs
He'll rise again, and sing for you,
His song as yet unsung.
The Beatles taught me to rhyme
Richard Starkey taught me to play
George Harrison cast down his sign
Paul McCartney lights my way.
Their spirits joined and so were formed
Nine million years ago
Between the songs and lyrics themes
Where Mersey Beat still grows.
To live with grace
To ride the waves
To yet be strong with feel
To love to dance,
To sing your songs
An empty space to fill.
Heather J. Kintyre
(An Ode to the Bicyclists)
Dogbite on my ankle, Blood on my shoes
A couple of empty bicycle bags except for two ol' tubes.
I'm tired and I'm thirsty, Hungry as can be,
If I don't top this summit it'll be the death of me.
I was an olympic rider last year in the month of June,
I set out on the night of the seventeenth
At the ol' Longbranch saloon.
A man was shot in cold blood in a friendly poker game
Although I didn't do it I was blamed for it just the same.
Dogbite on my ankle, Blood on my shoe,
A couple of empty bicycle bags except for two ol' tubes.
I'm tired and I'm thirsty, hungry as can be
If I don't top this summit It'll be the death of me.
Well I cycled into Canada and I've worked up in the hills
Come spring I'll build some houses, come fall I'll work in mills.
I've done most every kind of work from letters A to Z,
Soon I'll start a ridin' 'cause the past is chasin' me.
Dogbite on my ankle, blood on my shoes,
A couple of empty bicycle bags except for two ol' tubes.
I'm tired and I'm thirsty, hungry as can be,
If I don't top this summit it'll be the death of me.
Ten years now since that fateful day
My ridin' days increased,
I'm hidin' in Alberta--somewhere's in the east.
I'm carryin' on with cyclin'- Don't own a forty -five.
Rememberin' those posters sayin' dead or alive.
Monday mornin's over- I look out towards my car
Several men are comin', one's wearin' a star.
I guess this time they caught me-runnin' ain't no use
Hidin' out won't stop them-they think they know the truth.
But now the star is Speakin', he says that I am free
These years I spent a hidin'-they didn't all have to be.
The statute of Limitations ran out seven years after I left town.
Hidin' days are over now an' I can simmer down.
Dogbite on my ankle, blood on my shoes
A couple of empty bicycle bags except for two ol' tubes.
I'm tired an' I'm thirsty, hungry as can be
I'm bound for Colorado- my cyclin' country.
Heather J. Kintyre
(Or Blessed Art Thou Amongst Snakes)
Once upon an evening recent,
While celebrating rather decent
From a package marked as mine,
Out came this lovely Serpentine.
Adorned in colorful regalia
Symbol of Ascatranalia.
Why did you start that fuss in Eden,
Just when the garden needed seedin'?
Because of mans eternal wooing,
And of ads and deeds undoing,
They had to leave that lovely spot,
Because they got what they should not.
You gave them heaven
But they caught hell
But oh, you Serpent,
I love thee well.
written by
Heather J. Kintyre
Broken down on the highway of life
Oh woe my life is hardship and strife.
People yellin' and screamin' at me to move,
The rut of my life is just another groove.
As I teeter on the edge
My life hangs by a thread
As the cliff edge recedes
A ground I never see.
Oh woe my life is full of strife
Accelerating faster my sanity and life
Everyone thinks I'm strange when
Societies to blame.
As my stomach starts jerkin'
My brain stops workin'
Starvation alone creates enough pain
Then the roof collapses and it starts to rain.
Your pockets are empty
But pay you must
Fix the car, the roof
It's a boom or bust.
So down and down and down I go
To the sharp rocks far far below.
With stress so high, my hair's gone white.
I've fought for years-no end in sight.
But the time will come or so they say
The rich will lose as to the piper they'll pay.
With Malice Of Forethought
With malice of forethought
In a raincoat and gloves
I killed my dear mother
Her face washed in blood.
With a knife in her belly And an ax in her head
When I finished the slaughter
I knew she was dead.
I went to her funeral
I danced on her grave
When the service was over
I threw a grenade.
She came up to get me
I told her 'no way'
I sent her back permanent
To the devil to pay.
Now mother's happy
She's doing quite well
She's screwing the devil
In the middle of hell.
Heather J. Kintyre
A universal bride used pitch black flowers
To forever mark her grand wedding day
Crystal waterfalls with fragrant showers
Blood was shed, painting the best man gay.
His brain was fired on fermented air
The thunderous boom rocked not the man.
His horse tried to save him from deep despair
The master never moved, so off he ran.
The atoms split as all the music stopped,
Creating an 'accident' inside the wall
The tides of tyme died when the bomb was dropped
The universe could no longer stay a ball.
When Kronos died there was nowhere to go.
The coffin was sent nine feet below.
(Courtesy of William Shakespeare, The Bard)
As an imperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage
Whose strength abundance weakens his own heart;
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine aggressive pen;
Nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense.
But day doth daily draw my sorrow longer,
And night doth mightily make grief's length seem longer.
Lo thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.
Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,
Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.
Why hath thy servant, Opportunity,
Betray'd the hours thou gav'st me to repose?
Cancell'd my fortunes, and enchanted me
To endless date of never-ending woes?
I will not poison thee with my attaints,
Nor fold my fault in cleanly -coined excuses;
My sable ground of sin will not point
To hide the truth of this false poems abuses.
O, Lovely vaporous, and foggy night!
Muster thy mists to meet the eastern light.
Where now I have no one to blush with me,
To cross their brows, and hide their infamy;
But I alone must sit and pine,
Seasoning the earth with showers of silver brine.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.
(Begging Edgar Allen Poe's pardon)
Oh, wild as the accents of lover's farewell
Are the hearts that they bear and the tales that they tell!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
So faintly it came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore.
Alas, for the pleasure of the waves,
And sorrow on the shore!
The smile that blessed one lover's heart
Has broken many more.
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist
Betrothed lovers walk in evening light
I in cold and lonely mist.
One more unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
Look at her garments
Clinging like cerements;
Whilst the wave constantly
Drips from her clothing;
Take her up instantly,
Loving, not loathing,
"Madam," said I, "Truly your forgiveness I implore."
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
If everybody had problems
Throughout the world today
Then everyone would go bankrupt
Like Cal-E-forn-I-A.
You'd see 'em counting their nickels
List all the lawyers too
Who charge too much for their services
Everybody's gone bankrupt,
Bankruptcy U.S.A.
In Adelaide
Bankrupt, bankrupt U.S.A.
And Denver, or in old Cape Cod bay
Bankrupt, bankrupt U.S.A.
All over the whole world
Like Cal-E-forn-I-A
Tell the courts you went bankrupt
Bankruptcy U.S.A.
Bankruptcy U.S.A. (2)
If everybody went in debt
Across
the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be bankrupt
Like Cal-E-forn-I-A.
You'd see 'em counting their pennies
Their cans and bottles too
Or the furry furry fresh road kill
Bankruptcy U.S.A.
You'll catch 'em digging in garbage
Oh that fine red line
Santa Claus won't be coming
Nor your ship's come in
It's all over with credit
And no more weekly pay
Cos everybody's gone bankrupt
Bankruptcy U.S.A.
We'll all be planning out our loot
We're going bankrupt soon.
We're charging up charge cards
We'll be some real tycoons
We'll all be dodging those summons
We're never going to pay
Tell the lender we're bankrupt
Bankruptcy U.S.A.
We'll catch some "Z's" at a park beach
Horrific
debts unpaid
Tan and debt free in Milan
Bankruptcy U.S.A.
Heather J. Kintyre
(Begging Beethoven's Pardon)
Take me to the snow capped mountains
Where no human can invade
Laughing waters flow through sweetly
Blood red roses never fade.
Take me to the snow covered mountains
Where no human can ever go.
Wildlife friends will guard my gravesite
Where I sleep nine feet below.
Travelling through the universes
Cats and dogs circling the skies
Friends forever at my gravesite
Rocky mountains at my sides.
Take me to the snow covered mountains
Where no human can ever go.
Wildlife friends will guard my gravesite
Where I sleep nine feet below.
Music's heard in many stages
Singers dance, musicians play,
Songs that fill the lonely ages
Of times eternal passageways.
Take me to the snow covered mountains
Where no human can ever go.
Wildlife friends will guard my gravesite
Where I sleep nine feet below.
Bears will gather black wreathed flowers
Cosmic oceans move in tides
Wildlife angels fly beside me
Doves will sing by eagles' sides.
Take me to the snow covered mountains
Where no human can invade
Laughing waters flow through sweetly
Blood red roses never fade.
Laughing waters flow through clearly
Pitch black roses never fade.
Heather J. Kintyre
The reference to the number nine
is due to the mirror effect
of its number properties.
Music is as much a part of
my soul as the blood is to the
maintenance of this body. Wildlife
friends refers to the animals
I care so much for. They
are to my soul as the heart is
to the pumping of blood within my
present body.
There are five musician/songwriters
who have inspired me in the writing
of these lyrics. John Denver, John Lodge,
Justin Hayward, David Gilmour and
Paul McCartney. The lyrics
as written can be sung to
Beethoven's 'Ode To Joy.'
Upon my death my wish
is to be cremated and have the words
I've written to 'Snow Covered
Mountains' engraved upon the urn
that contains my ashes.
April 23, 1986 to October 9, 1986
He was a small kitten with a very big heart.
Lancelot was a refined gentleman of a gentle nature.
It was a rare honor to share my life with so noble a cat, even for so short a period of time.
His death shall be reversed and he will live once again in a far better future.