Aleena
Zahir – Wake up Africa
The
synergy of a Ugandan woman and a Montclair man. United in the cause for peace.
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The Folk Queen Dream of
By John Kaniecki
I’ve walked the avenue
Sown in the same rhythmic soil of fading blue
Streets submerge bellow bottomed out Lead Belly blue
Not the over pimped tax exempt jail bait whore
You performed a different score
Chords from your treasure box
Folk Rock
Hear the wind whistling harmony
You are never far from me
“And we’re still talkin’ about a revolution”
Suddenly your face appears in the magical music store
Microwave swift promoted synthesized solution
Late night t.v. shows
Career-choking tensions mount as accountants count
God only knows
Business blood leech bloated
By dingy dogs thrice returning to their vomit who noted
To the snorting pigs wearing
Glowing, showing, knowing, first rowing at all your gigs
Yeah you’re a genius hovering, discovering a new Bach
Subtle black shadow of Folk Rock
Sell your soul
Be commercial
If the fine print chicken scratch
Ain’t DNA perfection match
You’re caught in a platinum plated hooked catch
You used to play for a meal
Faded jeans torn from life's tongue-slashing torment
Always a full-blooded member of the tribe
At the back of the bus
Laughing loosing life’s lackluster fickle frown
Getting down
Breaking boards to explore tombstone homes vacated
Before the score another ‘sistah’ seriously hated
Cool lady, tiger growling, prowling
It's Vegas casino venture baby, house always wins, get it?
Don't let them carve up your song to fit their delusions
Forever
And ever
The Folk Queen Dream of
Mister Neal
Well hello there dear Mister
Neal
I wonder if the music is
still real
Are you doing just what you
feel
You know you’re my favorite
by far
You can sing and you can play
guitar
And the words which you
express
Kinda explain life’s dull
mess
Life’s an endless encore
And Mister Neal I want more
So before you leave me
Play just one more melody
Well hello there dear Mister
Neal
Tell me what’s the deal
If I said you were a messiah
Then I’d certainly be a liar
But you are a voice calling
out
If only to increase our doubt
But I know it comes from the
heart
And today honesty is a lost
art
Life’s an endless encore
And Mister Neal I want more
So before you leave me
Play just one more melody
Well hello there dear Mister
Neal
A grunge warrior with great
appeal
If you ever do hear this song
Then you’ll know its all gone
wrong
But you’ll hear it I know for
sure
Take what you are you need no
more
Cause if you try to be what you’re
not
You’ll never hit the jackpot
Life’s an endless encore
And Mister Neal I want more
So before you leave me
Play just one more melody
Neil Young is the greatest artist of the musical genre that ever existed. He has proved mastery over almost every element. Sure some of his stuff sucks but hey who's perfect besides Jesus? So to explain this song the name is spelled purposely wrong. (Wow that was a hard one to figure out!) As an artist, and Neil maybe you could respect this. I don't want anybody messing with my song to f@@@@@@@@@@@@t it all up. Like the seven fat cows and the seven skinny cows. Famine is coming. They fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukced up the weather. Good thing my Cherokee brothers and sisters know how to deal with it. Andrew Jackson, gerrrr. Want's me to unleash the dragon! Hey did you buy my memoirs. What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukced are you waiting for? Anyway, there is fun and seriousness.
We are living in a time where we need the world to come together in peace. I love you, Neil Young. Your music helped a tormented child find peace and believe in love. I would play your albums. All of them. I owned all of them. And I loved almost all of the tracks. Little Wing, Captain Kennedy. The list goes on. I don't think I could have survived without the deep beauty that you blessed me with. I love you. I never met you. You seem selfish but I don't know they say bad things about me too. What you need Neil is to get real. Your best art is ahead of you, I firmly believe that. When I won't blow your mind you come and visit me anytime you want. Love John Kaniecki 19 Sylvan Place Montclair New Jersey. If I ain't home please forgive me I am after all only..... Here's my number 862 485 2856. Try calling maybe you'll get through. I'll only have eight billion people calling.
Redefining
Genocide American Style
By
John Kaniecki
Genocide
a four dollar abstract nonadjective
Diary
of Anne Frank false flag forgery?
Silently
flapping in the wind IBM punch cards
History
a wrenchy wench screwing the bolts of the mind
Till
we are as secure as Peter walking on the water
That
In
1492 but not by Chinese celestial clock ticks
So
much for Aztec perfection precision time monuments
Machu
Pichu a quaint retreat
Pyramids
dwarfing Tut’s tomb
Venomous
infected versions of John Wayne plastic replicas
Gunning
down stereotypical Sioux Plains Indians
Jehovah
forbid we strip naked Moloch’s penny-pinching mercenaries
Bowing
at the gates of the museum in
Leaving
roses in picture-perfect New York Times hypocrisy
Not
venturing downtown to see genocide in the process
A
piper mockingly imitates Pan’s somber symphony
Buffalo
Soldier sprout wings to Tuskegee Institute fighter pilots engineered by
Middle
Passage, a serenade by Robert Hayden
That
is not printed on the required reading of tenement halls
Stuffed
shirt
Papa
Bush out dueling satanic Papa Doc
Why
ain’t they Bo jangles dancing to mastah’s fiddler on the roof ?
I
am not making fractions of six million victims!
But
correcting the calculations of one hundred million!!
Bones
contributing to
Others
whipped far beyond a two-score minus one
Zionists
pursue
Yet
we never discuss undoing
The
Three Card Monte scam that separated the Lene Lenape from
Fair
is fair, excepting
W.A.S.P.’s
saturated red blood stingers
Violent
Gatling gun gore wars
Bayoneted
babies and auction blocks
Cruel
as Zyklon B showers
Do
the Jews know any of the words to blues tunes not crying for self?
Not
to mention
Black
Elk speaks same as Moses
It took courage to publish this poem. Thanx brother C Liegh McInnis
Love Is The Key Copyright 2019 John Kaniecki All Rights Reserved!💀💝
They
bind the mind with their evil lie
Serve
your country in war kill and die
They
train your brain until you’re insane
All
the money of the world is vain
Love
is the key to release
As
ye seek so shall it be found
Come
and join me heaven bound
I
will live a life of peace
Love
is the key to release
Go
to college and get a degree
Major
in the art of agony
Work
behind a desk as a slave
Be
a faithful follower to the grave
Love
is the key to release
As
ye seek so shall it be found
Come
and join me heaven bound
I
will live a life of peace
Love
is the key to release
We
only come down this way one time
If
you don’t live right it’s a wicked crime
Smell
the flowers and resist the higher powers
Understand
you’re in command of all your hours
Take
sweet time to walk off of the path
Let
your words rhyme and ignore the wrath
Let
there be a merry song in your heart
And
never let righteousness depart
Love
is the key to release
As
ye seek so shall it be found
Come
and join me heaven bound
I
will live a life of peace
Love
is the key to release
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For Janine
By John Kaniecki
One day I pray my valentine
We’ll open the sky
Blue
Blowing trumpets divine
I’ll begin a high
True
The bark of the trees is
hazel
And so are your eyes
In the dark dismal drizzle
Beauty lurks in disguise
The forest, the jungle
Ruby red desert sands
A flash!
A roar!
An ovation of thunder!
A grassy green serpent sings
Pouring rain brings
A spell to all who are under
The clouds
Only the eagle soars in
heavens
Highest heights
Janine
Licking stamps and leg muscle
cramps
Don’t let them darken your
dream
Look with your hazel eyes
See truth not lies
Love is not in quoting the
Word
Nor is it in the lesson heard
But love is in the act
Remember in the farthest
reaches of the great beyond
All is black?
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