Unending Gaza Genocide

 Unending Gaza Genocide

 

Jet fighters fly

Soaring miles high in the sky

Two-thousand-pound bombs fall

Guided in sin with laser precision

Men, women, children die

The evil invaders don’t care at all

Destroying all the infrastructure

In this misnomer called war

Just like pilgrim pride

This is genocide

 

A world away in the USA

The politicians say all is okay

We got the new Nazis back

Cause we’re paid off by AIPAC

So we will ship off ample ammunition

Ignoring mass devastation

 

Meanwhile in every nation on this blue sphere

The message is loud and clear

TOO MANY HAVE DIED!!

End the genocide

On the streets we protest

On the streets we resist

The evil cabal

Desiring to consume all

 

“I really love war”

Laughs Lucifer

See my servants they’re as sick as I

See my servants they’re living in a lie

After all it is a well-known fact

Jesus was black

And these ‘Jews’ are a fraud

And don’t serve the true God

And as for the land of the free

They are the true enemy

If they just got the courage to do what is right

The genocide would end overnight

But don’t hold your breath

For these lords of mammon live to serve death

 

But still the struggle will never cease

Until the whole world is at peace 

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Sweet Salvation

 

Sweet Salvation

 

Sin

The devil’s deuces in my hand

I could not understand

Or begin to comprehend

Lost in a manic maze without end

In a starless moonless night

Full of fright and haze

 

Love

A sweet hello

A world I didn’t know

A light beyond the mist

Something I could never dream to exist

I heard the Word

And in my heart stirred

A fainty ray of light

 

I was lost in sin most vile

Life a pointless vain trial

Barely able to fake a smile

I was wondering if there was something more

If somehow I had missed the door

Then I heard the gospel story

Of Jesus, God and glory

How on the cross of Calvary

He paid the price for me

 

Faith commeth by hearing and hearing by the Word of God

God be true and every man a lair

Grace pricked my heart

I began a quest

A new start

I could not rest 

Until I made things right

With the Lord of Light

I learned the gospel lesson

Accepted it without question

And in baptism buried in the blood deep

The good Lord my soul to keep

Thanx to sweet salvation

My destination heaven above

What great love

 

Born again!

Thank God for saving me from sin

CAN I GET A WITNESS

Barcelona Blues

Barcelona Blues

 

The sin and pain

Of heroin and cocaine

In empty flats

Where rents aren’t paid

Deals are made

To immigrants poor

Looking for a score

With danger so near

Neighbors live in fear

Bad news

These Barcelona Blues

Addiction

It is a disease

One of many woes

Poverty intimately knows

Searching for solutions

Goes beyond institutions

We must view all

As part of the whole

And answer the call

Of heart and soul 

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I Loved A Woman

I Loved A Woman

 

I was searching churches for something divine

I heard about love and I wanted mine

There was your face a picture of grace

Singing a hymn it was grim in this place

 

I loved a woman she made me rejoice

I loved a woman and oh what a voice

I loved a woman it seemed the thing to do

I loved a woman and she was you

 

Rocketship ready and it’s all systems go

We’re headed wherever the wind will blow

It’s just the two of us off into infinity

I hear the view on Jupitar’s real pretty

 

I loved a woman she made me rejoice

I loved a woman and oh what a voice

I loved a woman it seemed the thing to do

I loved a woman and she was you

 

In class we were reading First Samuel in Greek

It’s always better to think before you speak

The fluent poet chimes in perfect rhymes

You stole my heart the foulest of crimes

 

I loved a woman she made me rejoice

I loved a woman and oh what a voice

I loved a woman it seemed the thing to do

I loved a woman and she was you

 

The economy is collapsing fascism is on the rise

The myth of superiority is merely complicated lies

I’m the son of the son of an immigrant Pole

Rock and Roll is the expression of your soul

 

If I asked you to marry me what would you say?

We could head for the hills right now today

Under the Grand Canyon are temples of gold

My fantasy is you and me together growing old

 

I loved a woman she made me rejoice

I loved a woman and oh what a voice

I loved a woman it seemed the thing to do

I loved a woman and she was you

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Culligan Water

 Culligan Water

 

Hi I’m the water guy

You know 

The stuff that falls from the sky

Rain

Sometimes snow

 

Hi I’m the water guy

I am here to ensure

That your water is pure

As sure as you love your daughter

You’d best use Culligan water

You know what I mean

H two O pristine and clean

I came here to sell you a righteous machine

 

Hi I’m the water guy

And I’d be glad to give you a free demonstration

It’s second on God’s list

Right after salvation

So why not give it a try

After all I am the water guy

 

Listen to what I say

Culligan water

Drink away

And have no worry

About filth or bacteria or whatever

Oh, my we are just so clever

It’s easy as can be

Just ask me

I don’t lie

Cause I’m the water guy

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Yellow

 Yellow

 

Headed out west until concrete became dirt              

Words of the best poets confessed my same hurt      

The radio played a song I didn’t know                      

When love is laid strong it’s hard to let go                

 

She was a blonde naturally dyed

With a golden cross crucified

Yellow is the color of the stars

Yellow is melody of my guitars

 

I saw the sun set on the deep blue ocean

Judgment is done while we keep true emotion

Seagulls’ song so strong over the crashing waves

To whatever we serve we become slaves

 

She was a blonde naturally dyed

With a golden cross crucified

Yellow is the color of the stars

Yellow is melody of my guitars

 

I sought redemption in a lab making meth

For a formidable fee we dealt double death

I found religion while at a garage sale

If you never try well then you never fail

 

Checking out the checkout girl I was wrong

I offered salvation in the form of song

The witch queen of the dream had a crystal ball

You only want nothing when you got it all

 

She was a blonde naturally dyed

With a golden cross crucified

Yellow is the color of the stars

Yellow is melody of my guitars

 

I recall how I held you in the cold night

There is something deeper beyond wrong and right

Mysteries and wonders why did I let you go?

You were everything you were my yellow

 

She was a blonde naturally died

With a golden cross crucified

Yellow is the color of the stars

Yellow is melody of my guitars

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A Poem for an Owner Name Joe

A Poem for an Owner Name Joe

 

Arrogant

It is the word

If I had to choose one adjective to describe Joe

But it is based on speculations from whispering stories

Like how a worker in the warehouse was taking a five

Unbeknownst he came upon the owner smoking

“Do you have a light?” the worker inquired

“Sure,” said Joe handing him a box of matches

Supposedly the two had a nice chat

And at the end of the day the worker found his job terminated

They speak in fear of Joe

I have never seen him

But I’ve seen the stretch limousines

Full of important clients and Joe’s family of cronies

We are told they can’t raise our scant salaries

They’re not making enough profits

To me stretch limousines are for weddings and funerals

To Joe they are overhead

And the blatant racism that Joe fosters

The warehouse physically divides the building into two sections

The well paid desk jobs are all European or Asian

Asian only because Joe is from China

The warehouse and support are all Spanish or Black or Asian

We never intermingle except once a year on the holiday for a potluck meal

Sometimes they will put the excess food from their meetings into our lunch rooms

Like throwing their table scraps to the dogs

I could prove bias simply by a photograph

However judges are also prejudiced by color

They bow to the green of money

And Joe has plenty of that and the workers don’t

I could talk of injustices for a long, long time

But this is Joe’s poem

And like I said I’ve never met him

I can only guess at why that was

Perhaps because I wasn’t worth five minutes of his precious time 

In conclusion I’ll call him something worse than arrogant

A capitalist 

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