What A Beautiful Brain

What A Beautiful Brain

 

                                                                                                              By John Kaniecki

                                                                                                               Copyright 2007

 

This ain’t no school boy fantasy,

This is for real.

I’ve learned the lessons of history,

I know the deal.

 

Take it brother, take it all the way.

Its bitter cold but I wanna play.

 

 

Einstein made the bomb,

So he could blow up his mom.

Einstein he was insane,

What a beautiful brain?

 

Oh God how I love the night.

Oh God how I love the fight.

Dirt and shit and slime and grime,

Twisting the arms of Father Time.

All to get just one more dime.

And they say Wall Street ain’t a crime.

 

Einstein made the bomb,

So he could blow up his mom.

Einstein he was insane,

What a beautiful brain?

 

So if you believe in Love,

If you worship God above,

If you got one more song,

Sing it Brother, sing it strong.

 

Einstein made the bomb,

So he could blow up his mom.

Einstein he was insane!!!!!!!!!!!

What a beautiful brain……………………………………………………

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Ghetto Blue

 Ghetto Blue

 

A little girl on the street

Trying to find some food to eat

Can’t you see her cryin’

Can’t you see she’s dyin’

Why don’t you help her Lord above

All she needs is a shot of Love

People pass with their heads turned

They should all want to learn about the

 

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

 

This concrete jungle’s a mess

It churns feelings hard to express

It’s time to open our eyes

How many more must die

As I sit and sing my song

Hoping it can right a wrong

I share my soul for all to see

To those that don’t act kindly to the

 

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

 

I long for the day

When the children can play

No worry of evil near

Live a life without fear

Maybe if we worked together

We’d be able to make things better

No more blood will be shed

No more tears will be shed by the

 

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

 

No more blood will be shed

No more tears will be shed by the

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

Listen To Ghetto Blue

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A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

 

Bad news she softly said

Chairman Fred is dead

What was his crime?

What did he do wrong?

Being ahead of his time

And fighting too strong

 

The wind blows harsh in Chicago

Wailing woe

For the secrets it does know

We just wanted to be free

And live decently

She says between tears

As she hangs low her head

This is the worst of our fears

Chairman Fred is dead

 

Revolutionaries in truth cannot die

The question will persist

Why?

 

I insist

That we carry on

Though like so many others

Chairman Fred is gone

 

I salute you sisters, I salute you brothers

Let us not give up the fight

For one day darkness will be vanquished by light

That is the hope that is the dream

That is the motive supreme

Countless sorrows my heart has bled

Our martyrs’ blood like rivers flow

Oceans of agony is the pain we know

Chairman Fred is dead

We too must be willing to give our lives

That is how the struggle survives 

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The Hollow Men

The Hollow Men

 

They sleep but never do they dream

Angry men afraid of their own scream

What little they have they gladly share

With all their hearts so do they care

 

These are the broken men the hollow men

The thought after the prayer the soft amen

These are the broken men the hollow men

The huddled masses you have forgotten

 

Hopeless they are full of desire

Kindle awaiting a sacred fire

Ignored deplored the victims of hate

Soon is their moment just wait

 

Lies and truth we mix them so well

They offer heaven and deliver hell

It’s not the words but how they are uttered

It’s not the meal but that the bread is buttered

Come salute the flag and don the uniform

The streets are cold the barracks are warm

 

These are the broken men the hollow men

The thought after the prayer the soft amen

These are the broken men the hollow men

The huddled masses you have forgotten

 

Minds molded shaped as if they’re clay

For glory there is a price to pay

For the homeland we shall fight and kill

To our master we bend our will

 

These are the broken men the hollow men

The thought after the prayer the soft amen

These are the broken men the hollow men

The huddled masses you have forgotten 

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To my Sistah

 To my Sistah

 

Assata

Who defined good hair?

Or defines the styles

That we wear

 

And Assata

I believe that revolution

Is the solution

But sister I say

Not your way

No not with violence and hate

Hear my voice and contemplate

 

Assata

One day they’ll read this poem at my trial

And you’ll laugh like heaven and smile

For I have found the way to victory

Loving my enemy

 

Assata

When the time comes

And the generals are beating their war drums

Believe it to be true

I Love you

And keep control

Cause even Richard Nixon has God’s soul

A youth to speak the truth

And a song sung by Young

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Sylvia’s Garden

Sylvia’s Garden

 

Before the sun rises in the end of winter’s death

With chilly hands and frigid breath

Working the soil with rake and hoe

Knowing come summer a blessing to grow

 

Carefully placing precious seed in pot

Each cherished child never forgot

Watered and watched until they sprout

Green little creatures coming out

 

Early spring, past the last frost

Praying to God not one to be lost

In the soil measured apart

With cautious hands and loving heart

 

Early morn to water with hose

Fulfilling expectations the garden grows

Repeating the watering in the eve

Love is doing what you believe

 

In summer heat a bounteous place

Smiles all over Sylvia’s face

Fresh lettuce and tomato to pick at will

Mother Earth sharing her thrill

 

Fall comes and we harvest more

Sharing with Trevor and Ron next door

Resting now as the labor is past

How the season has gone so fast!

 

Looking over the garden leaves in decay

I am confident of another day

Sylvia’s garden will reappear

As long as the Lord gives us another year 

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Marlene

Marlene

 

Hey Marlene heaven is no longer a dream

And the journey ain’t what it seems

The old rugged cross lies at your feet

The struggle now sensationally sweet

Gone are the turmoil, pains, and strife

In the Promised Land

You come to understand

The true meaning of life

Not a worry, not a hurry, not a care

You can personally deliver every prayer

Forever seventeen

In a place where numbers mean

Nothing

Infinite days to give God praise

Infinite hours to enjoy the reward

Reclining, laughing at the table of the Lord

Your cup overflowing

Intimately knowing the bliss of righteousness

Infinite seconds to simply enjoy

A perfect peace none can destroy

 

Walk around the streets of gold

See wonders too marvelous to behold

Take your beloved Eddie by the hand

Slow dance to the music of the angel band

Life itself is at your command

 

In heaven there is love at every bend

In heaven there are no strangers

In heaven there are no dangers

In heaven everyone is a friend

In heaven you are never alone

And God is the Light upon the throne

Heaven is an eternal joy which none can destroy

In heaven we are free

Heaven is beyond eternity

A place of grace where all the Faithful will be

So long and take care

We hope to see you there 

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