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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