Words

 Words

 

Around town the sound found on the street has a funky beat

Rappers and girl slappers struggle for victory or defeat

Politicians pontificate policies perpetuating pure hate

Their truth is lies in disguise how passionately they debate

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie

 

Bums out in the cold surviving from dumpster diving

A chicken in every pot they forgot who they’re jiving

Rich men never go to jail if they fail they pay a fine

See the priest feast he got some line about being divine

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie

 

Put letters together and move your tongue

In fuse the blues a song is sung

Rock and roll refugees with long hair

In the land of the free they don’t care

Debt slaves till we enter our graves

In the end my friend only Jesus saves

 

Propaganda penetrates a panoply of pretense

Killing and war is evil it’s a matter of common sense

The Vodka is strong you belong if you drink it straight

Don’t wait articulate what you think try to relate

 

Words- they make up this song

Words- They define right and wrong

Words- Hear the poor man cry

Words – They sell you a lie 

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Blondie

Blondie

 

Sunday Sally died her hair to red and yellow                        

She said to the bass player you’re a nice fellow                    

Why don’t we go on a rock and roll tour?                             

Why don’t we take it all and take some more?                     

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

Once she was an acrobat flying with no net

Living all the way today forgetting to regret

The circus was fine except for the clown

He stole all the money and rode out of town

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

Camera flash grab the cash before you perform

Playing Hyde Park in the dark during a thunderstorm

Sunday Sally sung out her heart for pay

The drummer laughed out loud he had nothing to say

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

The ink on the contract was scarcely dry

Words are words and money’s a lie

The machine I think was pink

Floyd was annoyed and went to the shrink

 

And Sunday Sally struggles writing down a song

The words don’t rhyme all the time and the rhythm’s all wrong

Her heart’s set on the chart maybe number one

Suddenly she shrieks “Wasn’t this supposed to be fun?”

 

She was a blondie front row

High on uppers always on the go

She was a blondie front row

What more is there to know?

 

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Reasons To Be Thankful Part 61

 Reasons To Be Thankful Part 61 

 

Thank you, Jesus!

It’s done

One more trip around the sun!

Seems like life has just begun

But here we go

Reasons to be thankful, part sixty-one

 

Well, I reckon it appears

I’m up there in the years

I am told

Some would call me old

Perhaps I’m old then

But then again still too young for heaven

My gentle God

I would like to get my three score and ten

And if I could implore

A few more

 

Thanx for the sunshine, for your hand divine, for family church and blood, for a path through the mud, for the help in doubt, in hard times a way out, for gentle sleep, for the promises only you could keep, for the roof over my head, for kind words said, for every breath of air, for you answering prayer, for the strength in the fight, for the glory of the light, for saving my soul, for reaching my goal, for a sound mind, for people being kind, for the food to devour, for each and every hour, for the rain divine, for the sunshine, for making each day a new start, for the love you put in my heart, for every tick of the clock, for the steadfastness of the Rock, for the blood shed on the cross, for the gospel seeds I toss, for my ministry, for the truth hidden in history, for this very day, for hearing the words I pray, for your holy spirit, for the evil that I don’t have to fear it, for the unnumerable blessings so many unknown, that I have grown, that with utmost certainty that this list would go on and on into eternity…

 

One more thing I ask of you

May I please see sixty-two

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Thoughts On Adam

Thoughts On Adam

 

We all live under an eternal blue sky

Entering in birth 

We wander this Earth

Giving this thing called life a try

Too many questions to mention

If we are a fortunate one

We learn a thing before our short time is done

The joy in living

The righteousness in forgiving

The essence of the dream

That Love alone is supreme

 

There is a season for everything under the sun

A time to be born

A time a time to exist

A time to mourn

A time to persist

A time to die

A time to cry

A time to repent

A time to pray

And in one glorious moment

A new day

 

You are a seed planted in fertile soil

Watered with the good deeds of your toil

I firmly believe

As you give so shall you receive

May the Good Lord have mercy

None can resist His call

None at all

And when you see His face

May He smile with grace

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Eye Of The Minotaur

 Eye Of The Minotaur

Chaos That Is Life

Chaos That Is Life 

 

A trillion quadrillion quantum infinitely pure

Respect the Googleplex

Bow down genuflect

Dancing quarks superbly agitated

What was will be once more

And thus, the universe created

In the absolute anarchy

Somehow one and one became three

And what we know as reality

Came to be

Physics fails

Randomness prevails

Go fill your sail

With the soft winds of a gale

Search for Atlantis

Search for the land of the free

It matters not as long as you are with me

So, slip on my lips a gentle kiss

Together husband and wife

In this chaos that is life

Falling off the edge of the Earth

To the realm where the gods were given birth 

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The Last Rhino

The Last Rhino

 

His eye is on the sparrow

Your song says that is so

Your Creator He created me

I was born

                Born to be free

Like the lions who hunt pray

Like the monkeys who jestingly play

Like the ants who march in line

Like zebras running so fine

 

Adam he was your first

I have known your worst

They have slain me in scorn

My body desecrated

My spirit hated

Their prize---my horn

 

What shall they do with it?

That cost my life to forfeit

Hang it as a trophy upon their wall

To tell glamorous stories to recall

How in an utmost cowardly act

They shot a gun from behind my back

 

I am animal yes it is true

Far different we are from you

True we kill, some of us to feast

But you, you are the beast

On Africa’s fields I lay rotting dead

As assassins bullet inside my head

 

His eye is on the sparrow

I know that is so

He enjoys their song in morn

It was the reason they were born

In me too He had His delight

I too was precious in his sight

Once our herds were without number

Now in death, extinct we slumber

I of all creatures would surely know

For you see I am the last rhino

Hear my words let them not be vain

Humanity is captive by those insane

Hear my words as softly I explain

Your job it was to tend the garden

But greed your heart it did harden

Take your prize that you lusted for

A notch on your belt, another score

And I, I am no more

 

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

A horn for a horn

In fire creation it shall die to be born

On that day you shall weep, wail and mourn

Feel the horror of your wicked woe

These words are true they are so

Spoken by the last rhino 

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