Death Machine

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 

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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

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Black Star

 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

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Beautiful But Powerless

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 

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Nostalgia

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” 

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Cold War Blues

 Cold War Blues

 

Capitalism is marching dreaming of mammon

The depths of Africa is suffering from famine

The Russian bear wants to tear the world apart

Because communism exists in the core of his heart

 

There is a time you must pay your dues

Sitting in fear singing cold war blues

Insanity it comes in a myriad of hues

Angel of death bringing cold war blues

 

You’re damned if you don’t and you’re damned if you do

There’s going to be a battle to divide the world into two

And all I want to do is sing my songs of peace

May God brings us the love to make all this hatred cease

 

There is a time you must pay your dues

Sitting in fear singing cold war blues

Insanity it comes in a myriad of hues

Angel of death bringing cold war blues

 

I’m leaving on a jet airplane

Gotta go or I’ll go insane

Off to America the land of the free

Off to America and opportunity

Fair well Uganda fair well

About my future who can tell?

It may be heaven it may be hell

Fair well Uganda fair well

 

Nuclear stalemate terrorizes the strongest of men

It seems that Armageddon is coming round again

When will we learn the lessons of a love pure?

When will we be able to sleep in a place secure?

 

There is a time you must pay your dues

Sitting in fear singing cold war blues

Insanity it comes in a myriad of hues

Angel of death bringing cold war blues

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Gravy Train

 Gravy Train

 

                                                                           By Richard Wolffe and John Kaniecki

                                                  Copyright 2007

 

 

Chorus

Wooohoooooooo Wooohooooooo

Here comes the gravy train.

Racking your brain driving you insane,

Here comes the gravy train.

Wooohoooooooo Wooohooooooo

 

Coming down the tracks, full in all its racks

Here comes the Gravy Train.

Man I know I’m sane

And life ain’t in vain.

Here comes the gravy train.

Wooohoooooooo Wooohooooooo

 

I’ve got me that hunger

And I’m not getting any younger.

It’s just another day

And life will be okay

Let me explain.

Here comes the gravy train.

Wooohoooooooo Wooohooooooo

 

Chorus

Wooohoooooooo Wooohooooooo

Here comes the gravy train.

Racking your brain driving you insane,

Here comes the gravy train.

Wooohoooooooo Wooohooooooo

 

Its evening time, five-oh five

I’m happy to just be alive.

Where is that coming foretold?

My bones ache and I’m not old!

It’s five o’ five in the evening,

And I’m still believing.

I’m still believing,

Still believing,

Believing.

Here comes the gravy train.

Wooo Ooooh!

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The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki

The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki

I guess the first question regarding “The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki” is where did they go?

“The Lost Cantos Of John Kaniecki” were written about twenty years ago. The collection was placed in my parent’s attic where they survived the ferocious heat. Next they went to my basement where they survived the flooding of Hurricane Sandy. Perhaps “The Lost Cantos” would be better labeled “The Misplaced Cantos” but that wouldn’t be as dramatic would it?

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Canto 10

From the window I saw an eagle fly

Soaring in the heaven’s azure blue sky

Said my friend with pipe in his withered hand

The universe’s mysteries I do understand

My gaze lowered to view his wrinkled face

If I wasn’t high I would leave this place

But the Earth pipe he passed to me

And I inhaled then I did disagree

To admit omnipotence is a fatal sin

Humility is the place to begin

For knowledge alone solves no mystery at all

True understanding is answering God’s call

Then the wind whipped and sang a moan

And I understood, yes I alone

I looked upon the fool with great pity

How futile is the chase to infinity

Counting one by one is how they go

Me I simply divide by zero

It’s nothing special and nothing at all

True understanding is answering God’s call

The wine in my glass was once full to me

But long ago I have made the vessel empty

My friend was stoned and stoned I should be

For to some being high is heresy

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In Memory Of Frank Peoples

 Frank Peoples was a friend of mine.

Sadly he committed suicide. He suffered from mental illness and he was off of his medicine. He threw himself in front of a subway in New York City. He was buried in a potter’s field and we never had a ceremony celebrating his life.

Frank was a vibrant person full of life, friendly and outgoing. He would enthusiastically lead the congregation in songs.

Year ago I was trying to create a poetry magazine called “Stop And Listen”. It never came to fruition. But at that time Frank sent me the following. I had forgotten about it until now.

Blue Bird

By Frank Peoples age 10

A streak of blue

I saw it fly

As blue as any

Summer sky

As blue as

Any violet

How clearly I

Can see it yet

Nor am I likely

To forget

The streak of blue go wingin’ by

Like some small kinfolk of the sky

I wrote a piece of poetry in remembrance of Frank.

In Memory Of Frank Peoples

By John Kaniecki

You’re home among the stars

Christ’s blood washed away your sin

Now God can begin

To heal your scars

You were a troubled soul

Who dared to dream

Beautiful, wonderful

Always had some scheme

Triking all about

Trying to figure life out

We shared a similar cross

And your death

Is humanity’s loss

You loved to sing songs of praise

Even in your hazy fuzzy craze

Now you have endless days

To walk in the Spirit’s ways

Perhaps in the universe to soar

For ever more

A captain of your own starship

Giving the Klingons the slip

Live long and prosper

What more can I offer?

Life truly has no end

And you Frank Peoples

Will always be my friend

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Going To Grenada

 Keeping on the Caribbean theme I am most happy to present to you “Going to Grenada.”  This song lyric was written in that sunny paradise inspired by the journey of my wife and me to her home. Maurice Bishop was perhaps the greatest political mind of the twenty-first century.

You will find this gem and many others in my book of song lyrics called “Without The Music.” If you have are a singer and what some material it is a must. Or from a purely poetic point of view, it is a work worthy of exploration. 

Going To Grenada

JFK was miles away to catch the plane

City in fright, security tight what a pain

Took off my belt and I mooned the guard

Never knew going to Grenada would be so hard

Going to Grenada

The Island in the sea

Going to Grenada

With my Love with me

Landed in the sun, really felt the heat

Maurice Bishop airport that name’s a treat

Long ago the man fought for all our dreams

Rose like an angel only to fall in screams

Going to Grenada

Revolution does survive

Going to Grenada

Our hopes are still alive

Family, friends, we are kinfolk one and all

Calypso, hip hop, reggae, prophets call

Times hard, money tight but hopes run high

Maurice is dead but dreams can never die

Music puts the Love in motion

Sunny beaches by the ocean

Riches here beyond compare

For all of us to share?

Going to Grenada

Can you read between the lines

Going to Grenada

Everything will be fine

My throat dry, belly empty, where is righteousness

Jesus was well until Judas gave his kiss

On that hill on that cross blood was shed for peace

The world could use another man like you Maurice

Going to Grenada

God I beg you for your grace

Going to Grenada

Help the human race

“Without the Music”