Crimelda

 Crimelda

 

Crimelda was the fairest of the fair

A vixen with whom none could compare

Many a dark night in musing thought

My sweet Crimelda I had caught

But morning always brought despair

As my dreams vanished into air

And Crimelda whom I held so dear

Was never near

In life Crimelda had no time for me

I was an undertaker sad and lonely

My job was humble, vile and grim

And then there was of course him

The one who stole Crimelda’s heart

The one I envied longing for his part

He was Michael a handsome lad

It seemed laughter he always had

And his father was a man of money

And thus Michael captivated my honey

Time passed for it has no choice

To Crimelda I dared not raise my voice

Not even a good morning or a hello

Though I truly loved her so

And Michael adorned her with attention

In a million ways too many to mention

And Crimelda she seemed happy in life

To one day become Michael’s wife

But fate is cruel in many ways

And Crimelda was cut short in her days

The plague inflicted her soul

And festering sores took control

From rotting flesh Michael fled

And soon Crimelda was dead

There was no funeral for the lass

The village was glad for her to pass

For despite Crimelda being so dear

The sickness brought panic and fear

And I in my lonesome role

Gained Crimelda’s body in my control

At last I had gained my greatest desire

But Crimelda’s body was destined for fire

For only flames would purge the ill

But such was not my will

I played myself a clever ruse

Another corpse I did use

And thus Crimelda’s body was spared

To risk it all, yes I dared

If the whole world died I cared not

I was an outcast one forgot

So Crimelda found a home brand new

I was in heaven yes it was true

But soon hell broke its chains

The village was inflicted with pains

A baby was stillborn the color blue

Others got fevers the sickness grew

The wise doctor was humbled to a fool

But the village deserved their fate so cruel

For I was long ridiculed and mocked

When I confessed the truth how they were shocked

In a roar they arose to investigate

I was bound and gagged with utter hate

The deed was so foul they thought I lied

But the truth could not be denied

As a swarm of locusts they descended

I fathomed my time had ended

Bursting down my door they entered in

Only to hear curses full of sin

“That hell of an undertaker”

“He is one royal joker, a true faker”

And I was released to be free

For truly my house it was empty

Perplexed I wondered of their find

Had it been that I lost my mind

For Crimelda was nowhere to be seen

What in heaven’s name did it mean?

So late that night I lay on bed

Crimelda was there in my head

Lovely as in the prime of her youth

Until then I discovered the truth

I heard a knocking upon my door

In fright I stalled, but it came some more

With caution I opened the portal

To view the most wonderful soul

There Crimelda stood shining in grace

A wicked smile encompassed her face

For silent moments did she linger

Then she beckoned with a skeletal finger

I had no will I could but obey

I wanted to speak but found no word to say

We walked into the night under the moon

The cricket and owls sung an eerie tune

The two of us we made no sound

We walked together in familiar ground

Into the cemetery that I held so dear

For once it struck me with greatest fear

Together Crimelda led with no hesitation

I knew for certain our destination

It was to the tombstone that bore her name

I pondered what was my true love’s game?

At the sight of the grave our journey did cease

I read the marker saying ‘rest in peace’

Then I finally came and understood

I did evil though I meant only good

For though I loved Crimelda the best

I had deprived her of her blessed rest

For truly I should have rightfully known

That heaven would have been Crimelda’s home

In truth with saddest words I tell

In my desire I had delivered hell

But why I wondered such a long delay

And what perchance was the price to pay

For keeping one so fair from paradise

Then cold wind blew and my soul it did slice

I then understood my part

That I had truly captured Crimelda’s heart

That from a distance she loved me from far

And my broken heart burst from the scar

The wound roared and raged

On the day Crimelda and Michael were engaged

For Crimelda’s family were meek and poor

How could I not see the truth before?

She came Crimelda and planted a kiss

I felt rapture and a thrilling bliss

Darkness twirled inside of my head

And of the matter there is nothing more said

For Crimelda had inflicted her pillage

On the lonesome and wicked village

Who allowed true love to perish

For Crimelda in her last wish

Prayed a prayer that we be wed

And thus happily I joined the world of the dead

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Barry No Moore

Barry No Moore

 

School boy infatuation

Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask

Stretching the prominent nose

Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release

A metaphor on life

Norma called

In a round about diplomacy she declared

Our comrade Barry is dead

He’s better off was the diagnosis

WTF?

Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?

Masturbating in lustful ego and influence

Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom

Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick

Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed

Herd together the entire collection of despots

And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of vile

No true warrior celebrates glory in death

Unless their humanity has been X’d

Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard

Take a group Polaroid

After it is fully developed in techno color

Strike a match and set it ablaze

Just cause you can

Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask

Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man

Observe a tormented toddler

Wounded beyond point of view

Never to comprehend

The most precious words

I love you

Like Barry would pronounce

But no longer

He is fading fast into forgetfulness

Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory

Inquiring minds come across this pome

English a vanquished dead language

Babylon banished

Tyre toppled

And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes

The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean

As we pronounce bold words in caution

We walked the winding way once before

Of whom Barry was one

Demand in meekness

No more

May all wars cease

Then Barry

You may rest in peace

One you participated to create

Where Love rules over hate 

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Riding My Emu

 Riding My Emu

 

Allen Ginsburg

Moloch was the matriarch of madness

A male giving birth?

Are we not the byproduct of the Earth?

Cancer says the doctor with hands trembling

A scary diagnosis resembling

The final, Final Solution

Take the butcher’s knife and cut a slice

Shall I spew forth a mouth of sperm?

If you want to get the big fish

To eat on your fine china dish

You need to use the correct worm

And for the final time

I am not Jesus Christ

Though I shall be crucified with my only crime

Telling the truth

And warning the youth

Not to enlist

RESIST!

I’ll be riding my emu

Cause I’m one cool cat

I’ll be riding my emu

Provided I don’t get too fat

But the blubber blues

Will be diffracted with strict refinement

When I go into solitary confinement

There with my Bible

And my sweet imagination

Contemplating salvation

And every vixen lustfully laden with sin

Spirit wrestles with carnality

Double duality

It’s true! It’s true?

Black can be white if you just look at it right

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Au De Restaurant (k29)

Au De Restaurant (k29)

 

Last night I saw Jim Morison’s twin brother

It had to be him it could be none other

He was singing blues in a little French café

And boy did he sure parlez vous francais

The waiter came by and said bonjour

I pointed to my beer and said some more

Then I spotted a sweet mademoiselle

I knew she wanted me I could just tell

 

Au de restaurant

You got what I want

Au de restaurant

You got what I want

 

Well I saw mademoiselle staring at me

She came by and said je m’appelle Marie

The dame sat next to me right at the table

I tell you I was willing and able

I told her you are a beautiful lady

She looked at me and said no speaka anglais

Then she said something with the word l’armour

That word meant love I heard it before

So I hastily said my au revoir

Then I left Marie and went to the bar

 

Au de restaurant

You got what I want

Au de restaurant

You got what I want

 

I was sitting next to long dead Jim’s twin

He was drinking from a bottle of gin

He whispered no one hear gets out alive

I laughed in his face and said you’re full of jive

He gave a quick chuckle and smiled a grin

He said to me they way you talk it’s a sin

I said who appointed you God and Lord

He took a swig of gin and said no word

I was fairly drunk my head started to swim

I said Mister who do you think you are Jim

 

Au de restaurant

You got what I want

Au de restaurant

You got what I want

Yes all that stuff happened to my yesterday

At a French place called the Dead Man’s café

They got what you want

Au de restaurant 

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One For the Poets

One For the Poets

 

Only poets read poetry

Polite friends purchase

Books to be forgotten

Destined to be donated

Or sold at garage sales

For twenty five cents

 

But I am typing these words

Letter by letter

In the context of the absurd

Hoping one day to be heard

 

I visited the book store

Poetry had three cases

One dedicated to Shakespeare

From Macbeth to King Leer

And all the others throughout history

Had two

So there is something to be said

For iambic pentameter

Containing a meaningful message

With thrilling metaphor

 

Us poets are vain

The best of us insane

For despite our obscurity

A kernel of corn hidden in Iowa

We will change the world! 

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Cigarettes and Psychosis

 Cigarettes and Psychosis

 

Puffing upon the front steps

Multiple diagnosis

Cigarettes and psychosis

Hocus pocus

Life's role

Years became a marvelous magician

Once a young man

Abounding in ambition

Studying engineering

Now appearing

Broken down

Face full of a frustrated frown

Shadows under his eyes

An appearance pale in pain

Learned life's lustful lies

Now insane

 

Society

Stigma

Ostracized

The man in the mirror

Mesmerized

Socially crucified

Brunt of a cruel callous joke

See him smoke

Fear, hatred upon which the focus

Cigarettes and psychosis 

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Brooke

 Brooke

 

Hey little girl

You’ll always be daddy’s world

From the time you entered my life

I dreamed dreams for you

I wished for nothing less than the best

Happy times and strength for every test

Now today those dreams are coming true

It’s you’re wedding day, you’re soon to be a wife

Where did the time go?

Seems like it was yesterday

We were laughing in play

Doing the silly things that silly people do

Laughing under the sky blue

Playing games to pass the time

Living life like a happy rhyme

Learning to read and write

Teaching you wrong from right

Time marches on and on

And now yesterday is gone

May I tell you that you are beautiful?

That you are wonderful

So precious, so special

Spread your wings it’s time to fly

Forgive this foolish old man as I cry

I just want to tell you how much you mean to me

You’re daddy’s little girl and you’ll always be

Sweetest Brooke

Let me have one last look

Before we walk down the aisle

You beaming with a precious smile

And me to give you a way

On your wedding day

You’ll make a promise before the great Divine

And you’ll no longer be mine

Days will come sunshine and rain

There’ll be laughter of light and tears of pain

Hold on steadfast

For life is a long wearisome quest

Don’t be allured by the gold before your eyes

For truly love is the greatest prize

Brooke know it is true

I love you

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Song of My Heart

 Song of My Heart

 

I’m searching for the right words to say

To make it all okay

Could you lend me your ear in the cool autumn breeze?

It would put my mind at ease

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

Spent the night haunted by confused memories

Churned by a twisted history

Different players in an identical game

But the song remains the same

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

In a deep dark valley with a cool running stream

I see a princess in a dream

I’m feeling the rapture I’m sensing the bliss

I will be free with your passionate kiss

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

My thoughts turn to the memories of the days that we spent

Living off of the love that we lent

If you take the love I give I’m sure you will see

The truth is you’re just like me (X3)

 

I can’t remember the words that I wrote

So take what you value and leave what you don’t

Let the music do its part

Then you’ll understand the song of my heart

 

You know you’re just like me

You’re just like me 

Girl you’re just like me

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Mumia

Mumia

Mumia lives in a place that should not exist

A result of a mockery they call a trial

The world proclaims injustice, many insist

Still the system is in defiant denial

I do not glory in the death of any man

Yet how much can we take?

We rise against oppression to do the best we can

Day after day you inflict us with your lies

The cause for justice we will never forsake

Allmighty God, He hears our cries

Allmighty God, Him you cannot fool

Or shut him out with your actions cruel

 

So Mumia lives, three stone walls and an iron gate

These are the manifestations of America’s hate

When you want us to kill for the flag we are brothers all

Come serve your country that is the call

And in return you make us sit and wait

Herded in your ghettos you try to educate

And when we act on the lessons you teach

When we speak our mind and practice free speech

You send in the police, the FBI and CIA

And heroes like Mumia are taken away

 

An honest day in court

Is what we require

That would retort

And quench this fire

 

Instead Mumia sits condemned on death row

In a tormented existence that few do know

A political prisoner an unwilling symbol

You can bind the man but not the soul

Mumia these words I write

And promise never to give up the fight  

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Here You Go Ben

Here You Go Ben

 

The hot sun is yellow and the sky a perfect blue

Our special star giving kisses saying I love you

We are all beautiful and everyone is a gift

There you go hitchhiker let me give you a lift

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

 

See the midnight heavens the stars are shining bright

I’m here by your side holding you tight

There are a lot of things in the world that just ain’t right

But we ain’t giving in Ben we’re gonna fight

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

 

I left sugar mountain you know it wasn’t so sweet

Forever on the roam my only home was the street

See the cool kids smoking joking laughing away

When you toss the dice sometimes you gotta pay

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

 

In life there are lessons to understand

We get dealt the cards only one hand

I wish I was a singer in a rock and roll band

But today folk music ain’t even in demand

 

See all the losers lost in their martini escape

Their life of misery is an endless repeating tape

But Ben I have some mighty dreams just for you

Here you go Ben sometimes dreams come true

 

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again 

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The Wind

 The Wind

Who taught the wind to blow?

Do you know?
Was it the birds?
Was it the trees?
That’s not what I heard
Could you tell me please?

Who taught the sun to shine?
Its warmth and beauty so fair
It’s not yours it’s not mine
It’s for all to share

Who taught the rain how to fall?
To bring life to one and all

Isn’t it plain to see?
It was the God of Eternity

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