Hiroshima by John Kaniecki

I recall a discussion with somebody from the Church of Christ. I contended the command to love, not only our neighbor but our enemy as well forbids a Christian to participate in war. This ‘brother’ objected. Never mind the Bible says “they won’t study war no more.” So trying to keep an open mind I watched a video presented by this brother of another brother in the Church of Christ. This video twisted scriptures where it said that the attack with atomic bombs was not only acceptable but also pleasing to God. 

We as human beings must organize and resist to fight this blight called 'war'. It is absurd the nuclear weapons were built in the first place.

Hiroshima

The day the sun kissed the Earth

Agony and despair in twin birth

Thousands incinerated

The logic debated

All for the greater cause

We transgress God's laws

Cruel death of burning flame

The world never to be the same

For the door was kicked in

A baptism of fire

A surging of sin

At the brink of apocalypse

Hear the reaper hiss

Bush the button red

And we'll all wind up dead!

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The Mushroom Musical By John Kaniecki

For your reading entertainment. 

The Mushroom Musical

By John Kaniecki

People, people, people

Huddled cold

Young and old

Under the church steeple

Envying the mouse

For his fine, fine house

No angelic choir

Only croaking frogs

And barking dogs

Scaring the kitty cats

While mothers admonish

Their spoiled brats

Cursing words obscene

We are all awaiting the creature green

To enter the scene

With tail a wagging

Where is the dragon?

Sometimes the truth is lies

Just ask the flies

For their alibis

They will blame the wizards

For casting spells

Or horrific lizards

Raging hells

Here’s something new

A goat dancing with an emu

Now silence permeates

As everybody awaits

In enters the milk cow

We have frozen him somehow

For in our dream

We are hoping for ice cream

Ah the illusion softly dies

As we all melt into butterflies

That’s all I can recall

Of The Mushroom Musical 

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Cat's Whisper song by Dave Flagman lyrics by John Kaniecki

Dave Flagman has done me the great service of putting some of my lyrics to music. Well, that’s not really correct; rather he used my lyrics for his existing music.  Our relationship began when I responded to an advertisement by on Facebook. Dave was looking for somebody to work with his music. I quickly knocked out thirty-three lyrics in several days.

Working this way was different than creating a lyric from nothing. Now I had not only the music but the title of the song as well.  These limitations only enhanced the creative process. You can see that Dave tweaked the lyrics with minor changes. I am a firm believer in synergy and think he improved the song.

I am looking forward to hearing what Dave is going to do with the other lyrics I gave him. I expect great things out of Dave, he's a young man with a lot of potential. 

Check out Cat’s Whisper. 

The Cats Whisper

She’s strolling just like she’s the queen

The solitary star of the movie screen

She’s a perfect ten just short heaven’s high

Everybody notices her as she walks on by

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Say mister turn the other cheek

Everybody listen’s when you speak

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Her man own the banks and much more

He’s the rude dude who creates war

Some say she’s nothing but a high class whore

But they can’t pay the fee that’s for sure

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Say mister turn the other cheek

Everybody listens when you speak

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Her furs have pearls see the diamonds shine

Of all the girls I wish that she was mine

Sexual wonderful I’d die just for one try

Fantasy may be glorious but it’s a lie

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Say mister turn the other cheek

Everybody listens when you speak

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Her head don’t turn to check out the scene

She just slips into her black limousine

A puff of smoke and the tires they squeal

All the men wonder if what they saw was real

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

Say mister turn the other cheek

Everybody listens when you speak

The cat’s whisper is soft and meek

I am always looking for somebody to collaborate with. If you have music please feel free to get in touch with me. It doesn’t matter what level you’re on. You can see a lot of great and diverse stuff in my book of song lyrics “Without The Music”.  

"Madre No More" by John Kaniecki

This was written before the talk about the wall but it is more poignant today. The idea of tearing children away from their parents and the exploitation of undocumented workers never grows old. 

Madre No More

by John Kaniecki

What is this insanity?

What is life for?

Mothers belong with children

Of that I am sure

You stole these lands

Concocted devilish rules

With harsh demands

You play us as fools

Deported

Dismissed

Banished

A child, in agony hear her cry,

Why?

Why oh why?

When we clean your house,

It is fine

When we slave in your sweatshops

That is divine

If we tend to your children

There is no sin

When we care for the aged

It is tolerated

But when there is no longer a use

Comes the cold foot of abuse

So long senorita out the door

And to your child

Madre no more

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"Inner Toil A Of Rapid Cycle Bipolar" by John Kaniecki

The world of mental illness is wide and broad. It does not discriminate but inflicts all equally. There are of course many who are vilely sick who gravitate to positions of power and control, whether it is the teacher on a power trip or politicians with super inflated egos.

Some form of mental illness is so severe that the person’s behavior is so unacceptable that there is no alternative to a hospital stay. In my years of struggle with bipolar, I have seen many others who were terribly ill. This poem is about rapid cyclers. 

Inner Toil A Of Rapid Cycle Bipolar

By John Kaniecki

I can I tell

Of the rollercoaster from Hell

Down then up

Thirsty with an overflowing cup

Demons shout

An angel sings

It is all about

Swift mood swings

Full of distortion

In massive proportion

King of the universe

Then crushed by the curse

Sometimes the high is fun

But when the crashes come

Suicidal temptations

Where is salvation?

All the while

From frown to smile

In times when I contemplate

Comes the self hate

Fighting the undeniable dignity

Common of all humanity

The ultimate damned Holy Roller

Inner toil of a rapid cycle bipolar

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The Folk Queen Dream of Sub City (Dedicated to Tracy Chapman) By John Kaniecki

The Folk Queen Dream of Sub City (Dedicated to Tracy Chapman)

By John Kaniecki

I’ve walked the avenue

Sown in the same rhythmic soil of fading blue

Streets submerge bellow bottomed out Lead Belly blue

Tracy

Not the over pimped tax exempt jail bait whore

You performed a different score

Chords from your treasure box

Folk Rock

Hear the wind whistling harmony

You are never far from me

“And we’re still talkin’ about a revolution”

Suddenly your face appears in the magical music store

Microwave swift promoted synthesized solution

Late night t.v. shows

Career-choking tensions mount as accountants count

God only knows

Business blood leech bloated

By dingy dogs thrice returning to their vomit who noted

To the snorting pigs wearing Washington era replica wigs

Glowing, showing, knowing, first rowing at all your gigs

Yeah you’re a genius hovering, discovering a new Bach

Subtle black shadow of Folk Rock

Sell your soul

Be commercial

If the fine print chicken scratch

Ain’t DNA perfection match

You’re caught in a platinum plated hooked catch

You used to play for a meal

Faded jeans torn from life's tongue-slashing torment

Always a full blooded member of the tribe

At the back of the bus

Laughing loosing life’s lackluster fickle frown

Getting down

Breaking boards to explore tombstone homes vacated

Before the score another ‘sistah’ seriously hated

Cool lady, tiger growling, prowling

It's Vegas casino venture baby, house always wins, get it?

Don't let them carve up your song to fit their delusions

Forever

And ever

The Folk Queen Dream of Sub City

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"A Better Day"

For the New Year, I am wishing you all a better day.

This is from a new batch of song lyrics. 

A Better Day

I awoke as the bombs fell

Tell me again why we need hell

Wondering if I am going to die

Wondering about the reason why

Jesus loves you so they say

And God hears when you pray

I keep hoping for a better day

Tomorrow will be a better day

Across the world the land of the free

What do they know about me?

On the tele the dirty infidel

Ratings go up and weapons sell

Jesus loves you so they say

And God hears when you pray

I keep hoping for a better day

Tomorrow will be a better day

Scavenging on the ruins of the street

If I’m lucky today I’ll eat

They say God is in heaven above

I look up to see missiles not love

Jesus loves you so they say

And God hears when you pray

I keep hoping for a better day

Tomorrow will be a better day

Do I need to tell you something is wrong?

Do I need to sing you this song?

Alternative facts and double speak

The prize is to the violent screw the meek

It’s a holy war divine

The mantra of make it all mine

Gain the world and lose the soul

I say the banker’s in control

Jesus loves you so they say

And God hears when you pray

I keep hoping for a better day

Tomorrow will be a better day

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