Monday, March 30, 2020

That’s What You Are (Dedicated To John Prine)


That’s What You Are (Dedicated To John Prine)

The notes ring from your guitar
A melody free
That’s what you are
Never played Vegas
Still
In the night high above
With words full of love
I see a bright shining star
That’s what you are
Over the lyrics you stumble
Get angry and grumble
Between the grand mountains
Lies a green valley deep and far
That’s what you are
Before it began
The song like a river
Ran its course
I seek the source
You never were a king or czar
A common man
That’s what you are


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Sunday, March 29, 2020

I Once Was a Fascist


I Once Was a Fascist

By John Kaniecki

I once was a fascist
And thought I was supreme
I was presented an eternal quest
Called the American dream
I was instructed to prosper and succeed
That accomplishment was to satisfy one’s greed
That money brought eternal bliss
Wealth was something not to miss
America too was noble and grand
Far superior to any land
We never lost in war we were far too strong
And we were always right incapable of wrong
From kindergarten on I saluted the flag
And of all of our glory I would boast and brag
Then observation testified I learned a lie
Irrefutable evidence came I could not deny
And inner torment raged in my brain
The agony surged and I went insane
I once was a fascist
But that man no longer does exist
He is dead, nailed to a tree
I once was a fascist but now I am free



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Friday, March 27, 2020

Answering The King Of Fools


Answering The King Of Fools

By John Kaniecki

There you go singing your sad song
About God in glory and all that went wrong
In the middle of the end of all
You send out your sweet bird call
The hawks are circling with the doves
And you’re the one everybody loves
Lookie here Bob’s got another rhyme
Trying once more to define the time
Say in all your searching for salvation
Have you ever reached you destination?
Once you held Jesus as savior and Lord
But you have traded in your sweet reward
I got treasures in heaven piling high
I suggest humility sir give it a good try
I think back to our friend Woody Guthrie
Singing with Peter Seeger wild and free
When in living red the truth was said
And for freedom’s cause blood was shed
Seems like the world has taken a great loss
Cause Zimmy looks like you dropped your cross
Now is not the time to be lukewarm
These are but the whisks of the coming storm
You’ve never heard of me you don’t know my name
But I live in all men’s hearts just the same
How could you look at this world of pain
And not understand that God went insane
Hypocrite, do you know the definition brother?
It’s saying one thing and doing another
That about includes all but the Chosen Few
They ain’t on cable t.v. you know that’s true
If you want to be perfect give all to the poor
Love your enemy that means no war
I went to heaven once it was mighty grand
I saw things that nobody could understand
He who weeps shall reap joy in tomorrow
God knows we had an ample share of sorrow
So I am reaching out you’ll hear it in your mind
See what I see says the man who was born blind
I’ve known great hatred but it made me kind
We’re marching ahead leaving none behind
Pretty soon some of us are learning a new song
That’ll happen after everything goes wrong
By then I’ll be gone to my home in the sky
Love is the answer I suggest you give it a try
And don’t lean on Neil he’s a broken staff
But he’s better than the rest at least half a laugh
Alas the river is meandering and flowing slow
Have I said anything you don’t already know?
Forsake your idols clever creations of gold
Refuse to obey just don’t do as you are told
Release the songs you hide in your black book
It’s time for the Revelation take a deep look
Our enemy is only found inside of the mind
The best cure is common decency and being kind
Truly minstrel of madness be more forgiving
Some of down here have to work for a living
I learned to embrace my deep and dark fears
While stocking the paints on the shelves of Sears
The prophets are all shot up with Thorazine
Can you be honest can you speak to me clean?
What have you heard and what have you seen?
I not trying to cause a ruckus or some scene
Now I’m sitting here waiting for the invitation
Let’s pop the corks on the bottles of celebration

Round and round
The merry-go-round
In the abundance of words
No truth is found

Once you were young full of dreams and hopes
Now you sing before the kings and the popes
Do you do it for money; do you do it for fame?
Do you have some scapegoat to cast the blame?
You may be a giant standing tallest of the tall
But compared to my Jesus you are nothing at all
Save precious and special in His wonderful eyes
But we’ve come full circle and back to your lies
In the future your clever words will be cliché
Just like every dog seems to have their day
I could write these words of indefinite length
My fingers are fresh and my spirit far from faint
But Bennet needs me to work and earn my pay
Regardless I said the words that I happened to say
Don’t be angry with me and please don’t be sore
You’re an enigma and this poem a metaphor
If you happened to knock for entrance on my door
You would just be like those who came before
But please stay away in your galaxy of stars
In a world where they sing and play guitars
I seek not fortune I seek not a measure of fame
I have no desire for the fire known as the game
Cause I have come the learn the flame will burn
You do what you want that is not my concern
It was not I who wrote these complex rules
All this is, is Answering The King Of Fools

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