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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

Monday, December 1, 2025

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

Sunday, November 30, 2025

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

Friday, November 28, 2025

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

Thursday, November 27, 2025

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

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

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

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Every Generation Got a Fire

Sitting singing outside of kings

Skies thundering, I’m wondering

What the weather brings

Playing songs back from sixty two

Sometimes gray sometimes blue

Every generation got a fire

See the system is a liar

Stand up brave stand up bold

Proclaim the truth it must be told

Vietnam is from a history book

I stop to take another look

Iraq and Afghanistan

Going to kill the yellow man

I can only see through my eyes

Seems to me it’s the same old lies

Every generation got a fire

See the system is a liar

Stand up brave stand up bold

Proclaim the truth it must be told

I swore I’d never ever be

Cold and heartless in agony

The songs or wrongs they change

But one thing is so strange

A common theme a common dream

Of the power of Love to redeem

Every generation got a fire

See the system is a liar

Stand up brave stand up bold

Proclaim the truth it must be told

So I sit hoping it won’t rain

So I cry out it’s not in vain

The music, the music hear it explain

World’s gone crazy but the song is sane

Gather round raise your voices in a choir

Every generation got a fire

See the system is a liar

Stand up brave stand up bold

Proclaim the truth it must be told

Monday, November 24, 2025

Death Machine

It’s life on the funny farm

Safe away from life’s harm

Tell me what can you do

When the world’s crazy like you

The whole world is insane

It really racks my brain

Death Machine

Keep that motor clean

Got that nuclear power

To end it in an hour

Tell me Mr. Preacher

Predict the future

Are we lost

To nuclear holocaust

What about Jesus

Won’t he save us

Before I go

I need to know

Death Machine

Keep that motor clean

Got that nuclear power

To end it in an hour

They’re destroying the Amazon

Soon it’ll be gone

Just another memory

Like the Navaho and Apache

Man sings like the rains

With each drop he complains

When will man see

To let things just be

Death Machine

Keep that motor clean

Got that nuclear power

To end it in an hour

It’s life on the funny farm

Safe away from life’s harm

Tell me what can you do

When the world’s crazy like you

The whole world is insane

It really racks my brain

Death Machine

Keep that motor clean

Got that nuclear power

To end it in an hour

Tell me Mr. Preacher

Predict the future

Are we lost

To nuclear holocaust

What about Jesus

Won’t he save us

Before I go

I need to know

Death Machine

Keep that motor clean

Got that nuclear power

To end it in an hour

They’re destroying the Amazon

Soon it’ll be gone

Just another memory

Like the Navaho and Apache

Man sings like the rains

With each drop he complains

When will man see

To let things just be

Death Machine

Keep that motor clean

Got that nuclear power

To end it in an hour

Sunday, November 23, 2025

In Memory Of Zyon Brooks

In Memory Of Zyon Brooks (2002-2021)

Zyon is a mountain never washed to the Sea

Zyon is memory wildly free

Laughter after the tragedy

Embracing the racing memory

And there is no sense and reason

I would accuse God of treason

But that would not serve the cause

Or help at all

Adam too had a tremendous fall

Where do we go from here?

When cheeks moisten with fresh tears?

And the pale ghost of agony appears

On the day he turns thirty?

Will the dagger hurt me? (I know it will, still)

The sin of what could have been

I reflect in all the honesty I can embrace

A bike rolling strolling down the road in a race

Children are children even at nineteen

Where have we been?

In Memory of Zyon Brooks

Read it now in the history books

A tragedy that could have been adverted?

What purpose has it served?

Beyond the fact that we are aware

That so many care

With kind word or prayer

Or even a shot of bliss

In a poem such as this

For I am facing the long goodbye

No stranger to tears a human being will cry

The bell tolls we’ve heard that line

But the sound is different when you claim it as mine

I hope Zyon your wings are strong enough now

To fly and even soar

Wherever you are there is no poverty, starvation or war

We’ll see you on the other side somehow

As gentle saints in remembrance take a bow

What is done is done

Farewell our beloved son

There is so much left to say

But that is left for another day

Saturday, November 22, 2025

Black Star

Marcus Garvey is wandering the universe

There is a Black Star

Radiating with rhythmic verse

Jimi Hendrix playing a burning electric guitar

With his raw white teeth

While Sekhmet is rousing from her dark domain underneath

And it will take but a single anomaly

To permanently alter our reality

As we reach that fateful final hour

See the shifting of the power

For Satanic weapons shall not prevail

The ‘Evil Empire’ will fail

For good hearted people from all the Earth

Will collectively give birth

Turning the page

To a righteous age

You know who you are

Black Star

You don’t need years of college

To attain reasoning and knowledge

As the sculptor shapes the mountain

The man whose throat is dry

Drinks from the crystal pure fountain

In heights on high

Remember we only live until we die

And we shall succeed if we but try

So listen near and far

Black Star

Don’t you know

An idea is the deadliest foe

Invincible as the soul

So to those in control

You shall see in the end

There is much more than you can comprehend

So take my hand as we sail the cosmic waves

Jesus saves

The battle of the cross was not a loss

Into the black hole all the Earth’s money I toss

Soon we’ll be firing the boss

I whistle as I sharpen the guillotine

I think you know what I mean

There are lines to read between

Do you find this bizarre?

Black Star

Friday, November 21, 2025

Beautiful But Powerless

She is a crystal dove

See her glitter

See her shine

Sweet is her Love

Angelically divine

Look

But never touch

Or call her mine

Gaze upon the beauty of her face

But God forbid

You should embrace

For she would shatter

Into an infinite number of fragments

You see in life

Some were meant

Only to be gazed upon

Like a falling snowflake

Melting

To live but one moment

And then be gone

Thursday, November 20, 2025

Nostalgia

A time warp caught my seventy eights

Mondale Reagan debates

Dialing a phone

Working our fingers to the bone

Taxes on paper with ink

We could really think

Coffee for a dime

No high-tech crime

Playboy magazine

Backyard trampoline

Talking into the late Saturday evening

The future would be better

We were believing

Hope

Striving to cope

Saying hello

Watching a television show

Movies in a theatre

Friends near

The police cars proper and blue

Saying “I love you”