Commitment

“ FLINCHY  QUOTES “

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I’VE  MADE  SUCH  A  COMMITMENT

TO  NOT  COMMITTING  TO  ANYTHING …

THAT  IT  HAS  BECOME  A  TREMENDOUS  COMMITMENT ….

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Final Sale

“ FINAL  SALE “

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THE  KINDEST FACE ….. AND  EYES  YOU  TRUST…….

BUT THE  FINAL  SALE ……. IS  THEIR  ONLY  LUST……..

THE  WARMEST  SMILES ……. AND  GENTLEST  TOUCH …..

NEVER  TOO  LITTLE ….. AND  NEVER  TOO  MUCH …….

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HER  FOOT’S   IN  THE  DOOR … MAY  WE  COME  IN …

HE  SHAKES  MY  HAND …. HOW  HAVE  YOU  BEEN …

IT’S  SOMETHING  YOU  NEED …. AND  CAN’T  LIVE  WITHOUT ….

SO  KIND  AND  SO  TRUE … GOOD  PEOPLE  NO  DOUBT…

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SHE  SAYS  IT’S  A  DEAL  … YOU  WON’T  WANT  TO  MISS …

THEN  IN  CHYMES  THE  MAN … I  HAVE  TO  INSIST …

 YOU  REALLY  MUST  BUY …. SHE  TOUCH’S   MY  KNEE …

TRUST  ME  DEAR  FRIEND ….. AS  HE  SMILES  AT  ME ….

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SO  I  SIGN  ON  THE  LINE …. THE  FIRST  OF  MY  SINS ….

AND  SLOWLY  THEIR  SMILES  … TURN  INTO  GRINNS …..

I  KNEW  RIGHT  AWAY …. I’D  JUST  BEEN  HAD …..

BUT  IT  WAS  TOO  LATE …. AND  I  START  TO  GO  MAD !!!!

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TWO  GOOD  SALESMEN …. THAT  MADE  A  GOOD  SALE ….

BUT  THEY  NEVER  LIVED … TO  TELL  OF  THE  TALE …

 THEY  HAD  NO  IDEA  ….  THEY’D  BOTH   END  UP  DEAD ….

FOR  NOW  THEY  LIE  BURIED ….  UNDER  MY  SHED …..

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Bad back

“FLINCHY  QUOTES”

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LATELY  MY  BACK

ISN’T  DOING  TOO  GOOD …..

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COME  TO  THINK  OF  IT

MY  FRONT’S  NOT  DOING  TOO  GOOD  EITHER ……)

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Social Conditioning

“ FLINCHY  QUOTES “

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SOCIAL  CONDITIONING

  IS  LIKE  A  HEAVY  OVER  COAT

THEY  PUT  ON  YOU  WHEN  YOUR  BORN …

AND  YOU  WEAR  IT  AROUND

FOR  THE  REST  OF  YOUR  LIFE ….

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AND  THE  WORSE  PART  OF  IT  IS ..

  YOU  DON’T  EVEN  KNOW

YOU  HAVE  IT  ON ….

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The Crazy Man

“ THE CRAZY MAN “

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ONE NIGHT I MET A CRAZY MAN …..

 A SMILE OH SO  KIND …..

SO WHEN HE ASKED ME FOR THAT RIDE ….…..

 I SAID I WOULDN’T MIND ……..

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WE DROVE ABOUT A MILE …..

 WHEN HE SAID  IT’S  JUST  AHEAD ….

THEN IN THIS CREEPY WHISPER …..

 HE ASKED IF I WAS  DEAD ! ! !

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I SHOT A NERVOUS LOOK AT HIM …….. 

HE DOESN’T CRACK A SMILE …..

JUSTS LOOKS AT ME AND SOFTLY SAYS …

 JUST DRIVE ANOTHER MILE …

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 I TELL HIM NO,  THAT’S FAR ENOUGH …

  HE THANK’S ME FOR THE LIFT ……

THEN IN A TAUNTING  WHISPER …….

 SAYS  HERE’S  A LITTLE GIFT …..…

IT HAPPENS FAST…..  I LOSE MY BREATH ….

 WHAT HAD THIS MAN DONE ! ! !

HE TURNS HIS HEAD AND LAUGHS AT ME …..

 AND SAYS, IT’S JUST FOR FUN  ….

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 A SICKLY FEELING IN MY GUT…

  AS BLOOD RUNS DOWN MY COAT …

IT’S THEN I FINALLY REALIZE ……..

 THIS MAN … HAD SLIT… MY THROAT ………

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Nut House Blues

    “ NUT HOUSE BLUES “

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The funny farm… Aint that funny… When it’s late at Night… 

The walls get close… The air gets Thick… My chest starts feeling Tight…

People sneaking in my room… Pissing on the floor… 

Yelling Screaming, down the hall… But I can’t shut the Door

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I slow my breath another time… Just trying not to think…

But fear is running through my chest… What’s that fucking Stink…

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The Smell of Crazy in the Air… Women pulling at their Hair

Windows Closed with Metal Bars… People Staring at the Stars…

Nurse’s laughing… Doctor’s lying… people sighing… Woman crying…

Does anybody give a Crap… That woman’s ripping up his Back…

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 Guards are posted at the doors …. Blood stains on the dirty floors…..

Another night, there goes the light… Again my chest starts getting tight….

 I’ll have to do another night……. Just better keep the end in sight…….

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On A Halloween’s Night In Twenty Fifteen

“ ON  A  HALLOWEEN’S NIGHT  IN  TWENTY  FIFTEEN “

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ON  A  HALLOWEEN’S  NIGHT…… IN  TWENTY  FIFTEEN …….

THE  LAST  TIME  ALIVE ……. I’D  EVER  BE  SEEN ……….

I’M  POWDERED  IN  SNOW ……. ON  A  BED  OF  ICE …….

  THAT’S  WHERE  I  PAID ………… THE  MAD  MANS  PRICE …….

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FOR  WITH  HIS  KNIFE ……… MY  THROAT  HE  SLIT…………..

AND  WITH  A  ROCK ………. MY  HEAD  HE  SPLIT………

AND  NOW  MY  BODY …… LIES  FROZEN  HARD ………

COVERED  IN  SNOW ….… IN  AN  ICEY  YARD …………

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ON  A  HALLOWEEN’S  NIGHT ……  IN  TWENTY  FIFTEEN ……..

“  HAPPY  HALLOWEEN  YOU  ALL  “

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A Hair’s Brush With Death

“  A  HAIR’S  BRUSH  WITH  DEATH  “

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A  BRUSH  WITH  DEATH ……..

IS  NO  CLOSE  CALL …….

WHEN  YOUR  HEART ……

BEGINS  TO  STALL ……

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SO  WHEN  SHE  CLAIMED …….

IT’S  MY  LAST  STRAW …..

I  KNOCKED  HER  HARD …..

ON  TO  THE  FLOOR ………

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BUT  WHEN  I  GRABBED  HER  ……

BY  THE  HAIR ….…

SHE  MET  ME  WITH  …..

AN  ICE  COLD  STARE ……

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   AND  WITH  BRUSH  IN  HAND …….

CARVED  TO  A  SPEAR ……

SHE  DROVE  IT  HARD ….

IN  TO ….. MY  EAR …..

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A  HAIR  BRUSH,  WITH  DEATH …..

 

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The Man Who Bought The Farm

  “ THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE FARM “

He said a train, would come right through, our farm of 80 years …

But when he said, we’d have to leave, my Mary wept no tears …

He said he’d come, with lots of gold, and papers we would sign…

Then turned his back… and walked away… paying us no mind…

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Off to sleep my Mary went, her gown of tattered lace …

A funny twinkle in her eye’s, a smile on her face … 

I guess it must be time to go, the last words she had said …

For on the following morning, I found her cold and dead…

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 I wrap her in her favorite drapes… her pillow for her head…

I put her in a wheel barrel… and roll near the shed…

I dig a hole wide and deep… then sit to take a rest…

And as I turn… I see the man… In his fancy vest…

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He brought his gifts… as he said… three spikes of solid gold !

I sign his dirty paper work… and then the farm was sold…

What happened to your wife, he asks … I said, she died in bed…

Then I took that golden spike … And drove it in his head…

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I watch the blood run down his face… and on that fancy vest…

Then I took another spike… and stuck it in his chest…

Falling down … upon his face … I’m sure his world went black…

But then I took that final stake… and drove it in his back…

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I had to laugh… This man is dead… I know he meant no harm…

He was just a simple man…

The man… who bought… the farm…

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