Thursday, September 4, 2025

Blues Lady

Blues Lady

 

I’m a blues lady this is my song

I’m a blues lady don’t get me wrong

Cleopatra she ain’t got nothing on me

I’m a blues lady and I’ll always be

 

I’m a blues lady this is my verse

Life could be better life could be worse

On the cross Jesus became a curse

I’m a blues lady this is my verse

 

I’m a blues lady these are my words

I’m a blues lady I will be heard

I’m a blues lady righteously proud

I’ll sing my song I’ll sing it loud

 

I cry with Moses set my people free

I cry with Black Elk for the lonesome Cherokee

I never stopped singing we shall overcome

I’m a blues lady I know where I’m from


I’m a blues lady of African birth

I’m a blues lady queen of the Earth

You stole my mother from the Promised Land

I’m a blues lady don’t you understand?

 

I’m a blues lady this is my song

I’m a blues lady don’t get me wrong

Cleopatra she ain’t got nothing on me

I’m a blues lady and I’ll always be 


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Sunday, August 31, 2025

The Least Of These

The Least Of These

 

"Whatever ye have done to the least of these ye have done unto me"

See the proud man beseeching upon his knee

Before the Lord, the Lamb of God

The God whom he deplored

The businessman looks into the eyes of those he ignored

The half starving homeless vagrants he passed on the way to the office

Where he lived a life of opulence and bliss

The rich man who lived life without a care

Never even approaching God in prayer

He mocked religion as a foolish myth

As evidence cable TV preachers obviously full of it

Besides Loving your fellow man

Would then necessitate conceiving some plan

Certainly to love the masses and then to do nil

Would be a clear violation of God's will

So life digresses into living it up with whores and cocaine

And passing idle time pretending it all isn't in vain

Vehemently protesting any notion of morality

Looking upon suckers who care with a loathing of fatality

All the while like a mouse nibbling on the wedge of cheese

The abstract notion entailing "The least of these"

So you make your martini doubly dry

And every feeling of from the heart you crucify

Behind the dark tinted glass of your limousine

Others perceive that you are living the high life of the dream

Then why is every thought in your mind vulgar and obscene?

You have learned to be comfortably numb

You have won every test but you have never overcome

And so the mogul approaches the Lord on Judgment Day

He tries to speak without a single word he can say

Never come before the Lord of Lords with any empty hand

Bring him jewels of compassion that is what he does demand

For if the God of the universe is the one you seek to please

May I suggest passing the test

That you do you very, very best

To give comfort and aid to "The Least of These" 


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Saturday, August 30, 2025

Peace in the Madness

 Peace in the Madness

 

I hear them first. Their roar peeks my interest and my eyes are redirected to the murky skies. I look at them with a casual spirit relieved it is only a passing passenger jet. It is not so in foreign countries diverse where fiery fury is rained down from above. I hear one or two more as I pen this very sentence. There are no bombs falling from the sky on the streets of America. Meanwhile in the shadowy corners of the hood a police officer guns down some victim on a daily basis. I hear another roar and speculate that this jet is flying at lower altitude base upon the volume of the annoyance. It is however only a momentary bother. My sad thoughts turn to Gaza and their pathetic condition. It is reminiscent of our Native American reservations. Powerless men subjugated as cattle awaiting a moment when the slaughter commences once more. Death will be dealt in the bleak anonymous delivery. I boldly declare any indiscriminate slaughter madness of the supreme degree. In an alleged war on terror one side fights with crude improvised weapons while the other uses sophisticated devices of destruction. But the real battle is for the minds of the masses for therein lies the underlying fundamental power. So I press on writing these subversive words. Know full well my intent is a better Earth for all to share. The organized violence called war must be eliminated. Furthermore it must be replaced by peace and not a tranquility from subjugation. “Weapons with peace is no peace,” spoke Lynette Squeaky Fromme. Even when the devil speaks the truth we must acknowledge the correctness in it. I hear more traffic clouding the heaven’s heights. When o when shall I know peace?




Thursday, August 21, 2025

Fishing

 Fishing

 

Down beneath the waters blue

Await treasures for me and you

Cause in the depths you’ll find

Fishes of every kind

To nourish the body and please your mind

Get line, hook and bait

Cast it into the water and patiently wait

Soon you’ll have a nibble or two

I think you know what to do

On a good day when all is done

You have food for everyone

Let alone a whale of fun

Once the fish seemed infinite in number

But the protectors began to slumber

Now the rivers are polluted foul

And islands of plastic are on the prowl

The ocean in life’s womb

No our mother lurks in gloom

But we can unite to turn the dirty tide

The clean the waters broad and wide

If we do not turn and repent

Gone will be the treasures heaven sent

And as we perish we will be wishing

That we could once again

Go fishing. 

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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

I Shall Rise

I Shall Rise

 

Meat and bones dollars and cents he takes a chance                         

Here’s a dollar baby do you do more than dance?                            

Sparkling eyes tomorrow dies in yes and no                                     

Let’s make the trick quick I gotta do a show                                    

 

I’ve been cheated by men full of greed

They take and take but have no need

But I shall rise you can’t keep me down

I shall rise you can’t deny my crown

 

My past of a fool fuels the rocket to fly

I declare beware I ain’t gonna take a lie

Look hear mister I got my fighting shoes on

Have no sad tear sweet sister my life ain’t gone

 

I’ve been cheated by men full of greed

They take and take but have no need

But I shall rise you can’t keep me down

I shall rise you can’t deny my crown

 

On La Rue Avenue there’s a comic store

Batman and the Joker fight in eternal war

Can you sleep at night sir that’s the real score?

It’s easy to get high but it’s hard to soar

 

I’ve been cheated by men full of greed

They take and take but have no need

But I shall rise you can’t keep me down

I shall rise you can’t deny my crown

 

Scum of the Earth Jesus died for you

What is your worth one and one is two

The calculus of capitalism is pain

Like a crook you took from the insane

Let me explain you’re a carnal crook vain

 

There’s a cop waiting to stop your red corvette

You’re a real prince but even the kings regret

I’m going in the dungeon to find my gold

Life is a tale and the future’s still untold

 

I’ve been cheated by men full of greed

They take and take but have no need

But I shall rise you can’t keep me down

I shall rise you can’t deny my crown 


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Monday, August 18, 2025

Lorca

Lorca

 

Before I read Lorca

My words were blunt swords for

Slicing rotted wood

Constructing

Rackety trellises

To fortify

Pathetic castles of sand

Praying never the waves

Or even harsh winds

Ascend to my feeble heights

Where from above with disdain

Cupid mocked

My juvenile sonnets of adoration

Before I read Lorca

My muses imploded

Like small delicate fish

Swimming in a shallow stream

Scatter

As a rude rock rapes

Their calm tranquil waters

Before I read Lorca

I had never truly lived  


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Friday, August 15, 2025

Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 

Misconception in a dream

I notice not a true rhyme

But to me it did seem

A place from another time

I never saw a city in decay

As an old man fading away

Though nature is exquisite

There is far more to it

Why worship the created

While the maker is hated

Yet let me not travel that way

I’ll guard the words I say

For I come not to judge you

Just to say I’ve been there too

With you I sit under the tree

In spirit I feel your glee

Thank God you were not blind

Thank God that He is kind

For what in nature you see

Is but one facet of beauty

Oh master poet long dead

Some worship the words you said

I realize it was not meant so

Each has a separate way to go

To unlock what is within

That is how to begin

For each one is unique

With their own voice to speak

At Tintern Abbey we did meet

As comrades in battle’s heat

The words you have once said

Your cause I have deserted

At Tintern Abbey may you forever rest

For at Tintern Abbey it was your best

At Tintern Abbey you did discover

That nature she is your brother

It may be unnatural your view

But I see it also too

More strange then a circus freak

More beauty then we can speak

In wilderness perfection we find

Yet this perfection is so unkind

Spring the coming of life

Summer celebration of the living

Fall it cuts as a knife

Winter it is so unforgiving

The circle it is then whole

On the circle travels your soul

Past, future, present

Still your life is spent

Your travel nowhere fast

I pray your nowhere to last

So farewell my good friend

At Tintern Abbey we’ll meet once again

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Thursday, August 14, 2025

Davis 305

 

Davis 305

 

Chasing the dragon. Having a six pack of Old Swills and a few hits of reefer in preparation; except we never called it reefer only marijuana and pot. So unable to face reality soberly we self medicate and take another step into the great oblivion. As we stare up at the crescent moon confident no human being ever came close to landing on it. The orchestration of lies well that’s the Dragon’s grand design. He allows you to chase him not out of fear. Rather you embolden yourselves to merge deeper into the darkness. So when your pathetic lives slip into monotony and the emptiness is complete you can always remember those gold old days. Davis 305 huh Ed? Yes sir, salute the hierarchy because you own a nice house and have a wife who gave you a few little ones. Meanwhile the world is plummeting in a spiral as the hungry jaws of the abyss lie gaping open lubricated with the lustful drool of desire. Getting wasted. A black celebration. I come to you once more in the spirit of freshness and vitality. The cool spring breeze shall fill your sails as you journey to the land of purpose and fulfillment. I am a soldier in the army of the Lord. I was once one with the void. I have surrendered mind, body and soul. In giving all I attained all. So with the entire universe in my hand I gently toss it into the collection plate a free will offering to the God of Love. 






Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Cruel Shoes

 Cruel Shoes

 

I’ve been kicked so many times

I know your shoes by first name

In a city full of crimes

All they say is what a shame

I have been kicked and stomped on

So much I have forgotten

What life really feels like

Without that high heel spike

 

Cruel shoes

Blue suede shoes

Black and blue

Crushed by you

Cruel shoes

 

I’ve got to get off the ground

To escape that marching pound

All I need is one big break

One try is all you can take

I hope I do not loose

I already have them blues

I’ve been kicked so many times

I know your shoes by first name

In a city full of crimes

All they say is what a shame

 

Cruel shoes

Blue suede shoes

Black and blue

Crushed by you

Cruel shoes

 

Some people call me a looser

But that crowd is growing fewer

With each passing day I do pray

That I can carry on my way

With a promise that I’ll beat

The agony of the feet

 

Cruel shoes

Blue suede shoes

Black and blue

Crushed by you

Cruel shoes


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Saturday, August 9, 2025

A Poet's Peace

A Poet's Peace

 

 

I perceive, therefore I mourn, my spirit torn, a new life reborn

Waves of light, shine bright as shimmering leaves of trees in the breeze

I color outside of the lines and quite often not even in the book

Life is never black and white, I always take more than one look

 

The ink used to create this poem is the blood from my veins

In the asylum robbed of freedom, torment fermented my brains

I was drunk on righteous thoughts, caught in messiah syndrome

Mother Earth cried in anguish, beseeching for personal redemption

My mind rotted by clicks of whispering memories, too evil to mention

 

I was a Navajo a billion years ago and knew the secrets of the universe

But man, violated the plan and creation was subjugated to a curse

The water broke, I awoke, I trembled in utter terror as I heard the Word spoke

In exaltation I cried "I Am here to liberate you" but everybody thought it was a joke

 

Padded walls and straight jackets, psychiatric hospitals little more than rackets

Thorazine shuffle, thoughts they muzzle, a few pieces missing from the puzzle

Committed to the cause, committed by their laws, a danger to society

Meanwhile merchants of death massacre masses efficiently, proficiently

Dare not question or mention the absurd contradiction

Serve the institute, salute the flag, they're always looking for a raw recruit

 

But Love touched me as a gentle rain on a parched land coveting relief

In my helpless state of dire need I could forsake hatred and greed

Four stars on the uniform or a business suit doesn't make you less of a thief

But on my journey, God turned me around and do you know what I found

In abandoning carnal desire and allowing the fire to inspire

In my mind I find I can be kind and even love my very enemy

You see when you release darkness and allow hatred to cease

If you truly believe you too shall achieve A Poet's Peace 


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Friday, August 8, 2025

Time to Turn the Tide

 Time to Turn the Tide

 

Gather round young and old

Try to brave the bold

The time for war is gone

Take some love and carry on

Take some love and carry on

The world is collapsing

Hate is what’s happening

It’s time to turn the tide

It’s time to turn the tide

 

The time of Love is here

Let that Love conquer fear

Take your girl by the hand

On the way to the Promised Land

On the way to the Promised Land

In the ocean of existence

Why does Love meet resistance

It’s time to turn the tide

It’s time to turn the tide

 

People, people, people

Proclaim it from the steeple

The time for war is gone

Take some Love and carry on

Take some Love and carry on

Can this world live in peace

This Earth needs some release

We should act unified

It’s time to turn the tide

Don’t get lost in your pride

It’s time to turn the tide

Too many tears have been cried

It’s time to turn the tide

It’s time to turn the tide

It’s time to turn the tide

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My Decision

 My Decision


 (An chapter from CAN I GET A WITNESS)

            Becoming a Christian was the best decision that I have ever made in my life. I want to show the dynamics of my conversion. Everybody’s decision of faith comes about differently but I am sure there are also similarities.

            First and foremost I was convinced that Jesus Christ was the Son Of God. This conviction came solely from the reading of the Bible, in particular the New Testament. In fact I hadn’t even read the Old Testament when I was baptized. My friend Frank always liked to rave about a book he read called, “Lord, Lunatic or Liar.” I never read it but Frank may have given me a copy of it. The basic premise of the book is that if you dissect Jesus’ words there are only three conclusions that you can come to. That he is either the Lord or a lunatic or a liar. I believed He was the Lord.

            Secondly Frank’s Bible studies taught me the plan of salvation at least in a primitive form. The study he shared with me was something he developed as an offshoot from his experience with the International Church of Christ. I can’t remember much of it. However I did discover a study when I was searching in the basement. I had to laugh at the simplicity. The study presented a scripture and then there was a question regarding the scriptures. Then four answers were presented making it multiple choice test. I recall reading a question, “When the Eunuch heard the gospel how did he respond?” One of the answers was to say the sinner’s prayer, another was of course baptism.

            Frank also used the book of Joshua to help me understand the nature of the gospel. It just so happened that we were studying the book of Joshua in Bible study at the time. In particular we talked about the walls of Jericho falling. God gave Israel what seemed to be some outrageous and illogical commands. They were to silently walk around the city day after day and then on the final day shout. Israel obeyed God’s command and they were successful. The principle is that if God commands you to do it then we are to obey, even though it doesn’t make sense. So getting immersed in water for the forgiveness of sins and the gift of the Holy Spirit, (Acts 2:38) might not make sense to us but it is what the Bible teaches. Now I understand that at baptism we join Jesus on the cross and the blood washes us from our sins, Romans 6. (We will look at this in depth using scriptures.)

            Thirdly I had a lot of people who were great Christian influences in my life. They were warm and accepting and showed me genuine Love. I cannot overemphasize the importance of this. If the Love wasn’t present I may not have accepted Christ.

            I had announced to Frank that I had planned to hitchhike across the country. So what he did was teach two studies on one night. I believe it was a Thursday. As a result of the studies I was convicted that I needed to get baptized. My motivation was to get my business right with God and to do what He wanted in my life. I remember driving to Patty’s apartment who was Frank’s girlfriend at the time. I was praying with all my might that I wouldn’t die along the way. When I got to Patty’s the bathtub was full of water waiting for me. I was baptized.

            Frank said something to the effect, “When you got baptized you shoulder wasn’t under but it doesn’t matter.” This statement always pricked at my heart from time to time. I certainly didn’t believe I wasn’t a Christian. My life had drastically changed for the better. However from time to time, the devil would torment me with those haunting words. Then I said to myself, ‘why are you being so foolish?’ I simply went into the water once more making sure I was completely buried in the water. Now all doubt is settled in my mind about my baptism.

            Three important things happen at baptism. As we mentioned before one’s sins are forgiven and the new Christian receives the gift of the Holy Spirit, Acts 2:38. The third is that the person is reborn and enters the kingdom of heaven, or the Church of Christ. “Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God,” John 3:5. No matter what the age of the Christian they are a babe in Christ spiritually immature.

            Babies of course must be treated with special care. If ever a Christian needed the love and the support of the congregation after baptism is the moment. The presence of a young Christian should make us use our tongue with care, especially when talking about others and church problems. A new Christina needs to be fed with milk and not meat. The Bible in Hebrews 6:1-2 defines what milk is. “Therefore leaving the principles of the doctrine of Christ, let us go on unto perfection; not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works, and of faith toward God,  Of the doctrine of baptisms, and of laying on of hands, and of resurrection of the dead, and of eternal judgment.”

            Even if you do your best to help a new Christian some are going to leave the faith, it is what scripture teaches. Luke 8 depicts the conversion process as planting seeds in four different soils. The first seed lands on the way side and there is no conversion. That is the person who doesn’t believe. The second falls on the rock. These people start to grow but have no root. They eventually fall away. The third group falls among thorns. These grow but are eventually choked by the cares and riches and pleasures in life. Only the last group consisting of those with a ‘good and honest heart’ hears the word and keeps it bringing fruit, so based on that if one out of three people remain faithful you are doing well.

            Mind you that it is not your position to determine who is a genuine Christian and who is going to fall away. Some of the strongest Christians I know had a shaky start in their faith. Personally, several months after my baptism, I was committed to a psychiatric hospital. I am very glad not everybody gave up on me. Also you have to understand that not everybody in the church is a genuine Christian. Mathew 13 depicts the ‘kingdom of heaven’ as being full of wheat and tares. The wheat is the children of God and the tares are the children of the devil. Over time it may become evident as to which member is wheat and which member is a tare. People are known by their fruit. So we can go to Galatians chapter 5 and see the works of the flesh and the fruit of the Spirit. Those who do evil are for the devil and those who do good are for God. But we are not to judge, that is Jesus job. We don’t know the heart. The parable of the ‘wheat and tares’ commands us to let them grow together. At the harvest, or Judgment Day they will be separated. The reason giving is that if we pull up some tares we might inadvertently pull up some wheat in the process. Also when wheat and tares are young they are indistinguishable in appearance when compared to the wheat. Best policy is Love everybody and hope for the best.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Crown Of Thorns

Crown Of Thorns

 

HAIL THE KING!!!

 

Cries the voluptuous blonde

Edgar’s lustful eyes gaze upon


Hail the king!

 

With pleasure those words sing

Edgar sits upon a throne of gold

What is your wish?

Asks the blonde with fire

Tell me your secret desire

Edgar smiles content

“Surrender” Edgar commands

The blonde beauty she understands

The  i n t e n t

 

“But first” she does proclaim

A crown worthy of your fame

Trumpets BLAST in unison

Crowds cheer as if victory won

The blonde returns

Her face full of mocking scorn

In her hand a ‘crown of thorns’

“NO!” Edgar tries to resist

The beauty transforms to hideous beast

Slimy green skin and large sharp teeth

“NO!” Edgar does insist

The monster raises the symbol of pain

Edgar screams vain

 

“It was good enough for My Son”

Booms the voice of the Holy One 


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Monday, August 4, 2025

True Love’s Call

 True Love’s Call

 

I hear at night my true love call

I know not any more precious sound

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

 

My beauty, my soul, my passion, my all

I look to you for in you I’m found

I hear at night my true love call

 

I beg of you a kiss if but small

Let me help you to where you are bound

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

 

You are a dream so fondly I recall

I perceive a whisper I chase round and round

I hear at night my true love call

 

Heaven without you stands not so tall

The essence of love now walks the ground

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

 

On the cross for water they gave you gall

Why have you forsaken me, the words resound

I hear at night my true love call

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

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