THE HARDCORE (1984)

Sometimes this life
isn’t all you hope.
Sometimes it’s hard
for you to cope.

So don’t push your life
into my world.
Because you don’t understand
the circumstances
of where I stand.

And when I come
it’s only to share a moment.
But you turn the table
and make me your opponent.

Just to add a line
to your witty witty conversation.
And when you turn your back
you leave a cold vibration.

So you wonder if?
And who you are.
But you play it like
you’re a fallen star.

But don’t you worry
about any old thing
because your just a puppet
controlled by string.

And when it pulls
to speak of me,
is it really me
that you think you see?

Because time does start
when you open your eyes,
and all you know
is what your mind thinks of.

So, have you ever been to the moon?
Or into the land of Egypt?
Well it’s a short trip
that will end soon.

So, you get on the nightrain.
You hear the thunder
of a bird.
You the commotion of
a blackball bust.

It doesn’t really matter
what cards you deal.
But when you lay them down
make sure that you’re for real.

Hey, I’ve never said
that you weren’t right.
But I never said
that I was wrong.

And when you hear the words
to this song.
You’ll probably wonder
was it an answer or a question
that I failed to mention.

Then a midst came down.

Hey, sometimes its you.
Sometimes it me.

So,
it has been said.

p.s. This poem was written upon request by a house full of heroin addicts. I had just written Another Time, Another Zone and I recited it to them. Then they said: Write a poem about us. So, I wrote the Hardcore.

© 1984 Michael C. Teniente: San Jacinto, California.