Literary Chronicles

By Craig A. Best

Welcome to the ultimate sabbatical where you can relate with the life that journeyed through all. This entails inspirational songs/poetry that you can ponder your profound thoughts and senses to. Relating to what literary chronicles has to offer, a 13 year span that witnessed everything in worldly ways with worldly views, evolving from every moment and person either good or bad. So enjoy all at once, or over a period of time. May the lord bless all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 29, 2010
• ISBN: 9781469114538

Book preview

Haight Ashbury

1960’s where LSD is the LCD

when love and peace ran rampant for the future of u and me

communes superseded to provide every day needs

woodstock signed the end of a generation of baby boomers

the music described the finesse of young entrepreneurs

the drugs hit the landscape of the connoisseurs

creation of the next generation struck with an X

the world wondered what could happen next

divorce rate soared it was free love and sex

the table did turn and we’ve given up the rep

we subsidize and NAFTA the market to fill uncle Sam’s cup

the money trail unheard the government swears were in debt

land of the free and our bravery lacks respect

the new land will come without contracept

then our nation will believe without regret

some super sect an eye for a spy

that can show our economy no more neglect

E-Volve

adhere to the cynicism

your life was tall tables called fables

with perfection as your label

with god the father born in a stable

my crimes are the staple

an ominous sign leads your cradle

of subjection you sit unstable

nature combine this theory of mine

evolution run mine unordinary mind

creation persists reality causes fits

temptation is the elevation

my sin is the realization

of this time on earth merely a vacation

ELIJAH inspires, religion conspires

Catholicism was hired

the poet I am the ultimate man

stick a fork in your ham

let the shit hit the fan

I’m not your summer of Sam

or sip of Chris, this ingestion causes fits!!!!

Deceive me

I just won’t ever fucking forget

how you left me with no regret

noone ever truly new how I felt for you

not the type to ever show my real emotions

probably why I have no devotion, towards you

you left my mind twisted

feeling trapped in a cage

in a confined space—stuck with the image of your face

you knew you had the key

but refused to unlock me

so I could feel free

you damned bitch just should’ve let me be

so I could feel free you damned bitch just should’ve let me be

(believe me’ you deceived me

you better believe me you fucking deceived me

believe me ‘ you deceived me

you better believe me you fucking deceived me)—chorus in ( )

we were miles from seeing eye to eye

I would rather die than cry for you

just didn’t ever get to be on your page