A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 

Late night hush

Silence transcends to heavenly stars

Eternal lights never knowing sleep

Countless secrets they keep

No horoscope, no divination could give insight

And Allmighty God chose not to speak that night

Just like yesterday

Or the day before

And before and before and before

But one day, some day, we hope for more

 

Ten thousand agonies of a heart broken

Emotions overflowing yet nothing spoken

Except for the screaming of her misty tears

And the sounds of creations that have been echoing for years

It is not that there is no voice

It is that we refuse to hear

And that is by choice

 

Who has not known woe?

Or felt the bitter pain?

That nobody could know

Let alone explain

 

And so she remains in her solitude

Cept for the infinite stars above

And thus we conclude

Keeping in tact the mystery known as Love

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She’s The Poetry

She’s The Poetry

 

She’s got silver bells that jingle on her shoes

Happy chords on the guitar mock the blues

Life is a long song and she’s the poetry

Come on baby won’t you come dancing with me

 

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

She’s the poetry it’s how we survive

She’s the poetry rhythm and jive

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

 

Take time to rhyme can you hear the church bells chime?

A heart full of love that’s my only crime

Hand in hand answering a prophetic call

When something rises then something else must fall

 

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

She’s the poetry it’s how we survive

She’s the poetry rhythm and jive

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

 

Angels and demons flying on the winds of peace

Armies stop marching warships come to a cease

Dream of tomorrow dream of a better day

Come and follow the youth let them lead the way

 

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

She’s the poetry it’s how we survive

She’s the poetry rhythm and jive

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

 

Flowers in her hair San Francisco Bay

Hours in care on her knees to pray

See the sunrise before innocent eyes

Peace love and understanding our prize

 

Shaking on shake down street they got subtle moves

The chorus before us got great grand grooves

Joy to the world the moment is now at hand

Take out the music score and strike up the band

 

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

She’s the poetry it’s how we survive

She’s the poetry rhythm and jive

She’s the poetry life’s so alive

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Forty Years

Forty Years (For Leonard Peltier)

 

Forty years

Bound by iron and stone

Many tears

Weeping alone

 

My brothers and sisters slain

Should I have stood

Idle in my pain

Would that have been for the greater good?

This land

It is still ours

Understand

Each of Mother Earth's scars

Rips apart

My soft and tender heart

 

I AIM to be free

It is my dream

So shall it be

Whether by whisper or scream

 

On the horizon there is rising a red storm

We shall never conform

Truth can never fail

We shall prevail

 

Forty years

In defense of what is right

Forty years

I see the dawn breaking in light 

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Is This The Way Its Supposed To Be?

 Is This The Way Its Supposed To Be?

 

Be a good citizen march in line

Dream of heaven mighty fine

Do as mommy and daddy say

You’ll understand one distant day

One day oh yes one day

 

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

Is this hell or is it just me?

A slave in the land of the free

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

 

High schools full of rules

Get good grades avoid the fools

Go to college get a degree

Major in the art of agony

 

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

Is this hell or is it just me?

A slave in the land of the free

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

 

There is a chemical imbalance inside your brain

Clinically practically you have gone insane

Never mind about the illogical disconnect

The lying hate of the state we must protect

 

Jesus Christ He is the Son of God

Crucified and slandered a fraud

Never mind the words that He said

We’ll tell you what to think instead

 

Is this the way it’s supposed to be?

Is this hell or is it just me?

A slave in the land of the free

Is this the way it’s supposed to be? 

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Biztopia

 Biztopia

 

Mister Grumblecock was a traveling salesman

A dinosaur in this virtual age of click and buy

But he is an element in the overall Master Plan

A first hand witness who can effectively lie

All the while keeping a smile upon his face

 

Mister Grumblecock is a man of luxury

Who will not settle for the common whore

While drowning himself with martinis into obscurity

His sole desire is more, more and of course more

Like a false gospel with promises void of grace

 

Biztopian experts desire an asphalt domain

A world where digits on a computer are supreme

“It is good for business” no reason to explain

Efficiency and compliance the ultimate dream

Who cares if Mother Earth has a desecrated face?

 

Mister Grumblecock is experienced in the deal

Weapons, narcotics, sex slaves, it’s all the same

At the end of the day nothing is truly real

Everybody is a piece in a gigantic chess game

What is wrong with keeping the poor in their place?

 

Mister Grumblecock sits riding in a jet plane

Lusting after the stewardess desiring a tryst

He is a fine businessman, what more to explain?

Still in his mind a lingering doubt does persist

Exactly why is he running so hard in this race?

 

Mister Grumblecock died of a heart attack

Not a single person cared enough to mourn

In this world of life we can never go back

It’s a one way street from the day we’re born

Mister Grumblecock always the Jack never the ace

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Baseball

 Baseball

 

The thrill of opening day

We're finally on our way

On the field of dreams

As the crowd screams

Hanging on every pitch

I got the playoff itch

I can recall

Every strike and ball

Sometimes I wish I could fire

The umpire

Baseball is a fair game

Twenty seven outs

To each the same

Some we’ll win

And some we’ll lose

Just come October

I want good news

Golden gloves

And everybody loves

A homerun

When it’s over

It seems like it just begun

Through winter’s snow

Don’t you know

I vividly recall

All

Baseball

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Beyond the Rainbow Song 16

Beyond the Rainbow  Song 16

 

What does it mean my friend

Death is it really the end

I really don’t know

But I think

Something’s beyond the rainbow

 

We buried Sticks today

He’s gone down my daddy’s way

One day it’ll be my turn

Perhaps the answer I’ll learn

 

What does it mean my friend

Death is it really the end

I really don’t know

But I think

Something’s beyond the rainbow

 

Ashes to ashes dust to dust

What doesn’t burn is gonna rust

I don’t wanna rest in peace

May the Music never cease

 

What does it mean my friend

Death is it really the end

I really don’t know

But I think

Something’s beyond the rainbow

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Chancellor Avenue

Chancellor Avenue

 

The stars don't frequent

Chancellor Avenue

But on the odd chance

That they do

It won't be cause

They are flaunting the laws

And counting the cost

No they would be

Simply

Lost

 

In the White House

They have celebrities galore

Every day on the plate

They got some more

Phony and fake

As the politician's smiling promise

 

So why the great divide?

We're all equal

Huh

When they need cannon fodder

Brave patriots

To kill and die

They'll flood Chancellor Avenue

With an impeccable lie

 

But let me get you some related news

About Chancellor Avenue

You can get the best of the best

To be your honorary guest

No matter who

We'll out do you in the blues

It's true

On Chancellor Avenue

  

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Dragonflies Emerging From My Pond

Dragonflies Emerging From My Pond

 

From the nearly silent humming

I know they are coming

An event I find so fond

Dragonflies emerging from my pond

It is a sight

Of wonder and delight

Most majestic of the insects

I hold them in great respect

Their wings flapping fast

Gracious long green bodies

Resembling the behemoths of the past

One by one I see them rise

Until like stars they speckle the skies

Every time it captures my heart

Dragonflies emerging from my pond

It is God’s work of art 

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Powder Keg

Powder Keg

 

She’s got looks everyone wants to know

She shakes it a little and see it blow

Always on the run always on the go

All the men come again to the show

 

She’s a powder keg

Ready to explode

She’s a powder keg

Running down the road

She’s a powder keg

Ready to explode

 

Neon lights advertise sweet delight

She packs em in night after night after night

High heels cherry red and nothing more

She’s a powder keg and her TNT is pure

 

She’s a powder keg

Ready to explode

She’s a powder keg

Running down the road

She’s a powder keg

Ready to explode

 

Softly her childhood dream was born

A Rockette or better yet Broadway

By her step father her virtue was torn

Without voice and no choice a runaway

Port Authority, Forty Second Street very tough

So to survive she comes alive showing her stuff

 

Lust is easy true Love is rare

Hundreds of men but nobody to care

Up on the stage she’s a rage of fire

She fulfills fantasy but no one’s desire

 

She’s a powder keg

Ready to explode

She’s a powder keg

Running down the road

She’s a powder keg

Ready to explode 

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Ona Move

 Ona Move

Dedicated to those slain in the fire from sky

To the men, women and children who did die

By the hands of wicked men insane

May their sacrifice not be in vain

 

Pale invaders from across the sea

Democracy, we shall be free?

The Earth echoes with their cries

Mother mourns lamenting their lies

Red men in peace and harmony understood

To serve the Creator we must do good

A brutal winter to survive

Indians in Love kept them alive

And to repay the kindness done

Each pilgrim picked up a gun

And to those not blown away

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

Arrogant minds lusting for power

A darkness of scourge to devour

Men stolen from African home

Chained on ships to terrors unknown

Victims of a diabolical plan

Beasts of burden transformed from man

Beaten, bound upon fields of cotton

Agonies the system insists be forgotten

And when the chains of iron fell

Chattel slavery deformed to a different hell

No forty acres and a mule

A little better but still infinitely cruel

The master of the opulent plantation

Shares no wealth only tales of salvation

So to those emancipated as they earnestly pray

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

From history that makes no sense

A hypothetical pretense

That we have an unalienable right

To say and do as we might

So we gather, build and organize

What we create they come to despise

For tyrants live in castles of sand

To be washed away when we understand

So John Africa with brilliant mind

Opened his eyes to truths to find

That the government is a slave to money

And humanity is robbed by technology

So to flourish we should live simple

And forsake the nonsense that clutters the soul

Yet darkness seeks to extinguish light

In Philadelphia came many a fight

Until in the city of brotherly love

They dropped a bomb from the sky above

Only Ramona and a child to survive

But from the ashes the dream stays alive

When you kill with a uniform its okay?

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

They lie about everything under the sun

Especially the evil they have done

Still there is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move from hate

Move from useless debate

Move from science

Move from technological reliance

Move from greed

Move I plead

Move indeed

Move from war

Move from Babylon the Whore

I’ll say it once more

For I am sure

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move to peace

Move to release

Move to being kind

Move to free our mind

Move to see

Move to being free

Move to God above

Most of all Move to Love

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

When we Move in this land

When we come to understand

Wicked powers will die

Empty demons tossed from the sky

I cannot Move for you

It’s something we all must do

Be true

And know in all we go through

Love will renew

Love will renew

Love will renew

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Darkness shall decay

Ona Move Ona Move this day

No force shall make us stray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

For we too come in God’s name

We too have a message to proclaim

Our prophecies are not the same

We do not blame

Come the sun, see it rise

Look with your own eyes

Dawn’s first ray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Night is turning to day

Ona Move that’s what we all say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Prove what we got to prove

Ona Move

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