Yellow Thunder

Yellow Thunder

Yellow Thunder

Life is cheap

Makes me wonder

How you sleep

 

We ruled the plains

Before the trains

Hunted Buffalo

Lived to share

Came to know

God in care

 

More and more your lust does abound

Pollute the skies violate the ground

A road to a destination known well

Hell

 

Yellow Thunder

Six feet under

Still his cries

Electrifies

Our soul

 

You stole our land

With wicked hand

Your tongues still lie

And we defy

Your control

 

Our Great Spirit lives

Wisdom a gift he gives

Wisdom to perceive

Wisdom to believe

Your vain and futile path

Will be repaid with wrath

 

The Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria

Ships numbered three

Once more they shall sail the sea

For the land will be purged by fire

And you shall bow to our desire

You cities, roads, intrusions, no more

Burned Babylon the Whore

And on those ships you shall return

Where you go is not our concern

 

And Yellow Thunder will rock the Earth

And Yellow Thunder shall know rebirth

As countless drops of endless rain

Wash away the bitter stain

Soothing relief from the pain

Our land shall be our land again

Perfect, Pristine, Pure

And Yellow Thunder shall walk once more

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Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 

Misconception in a dream

I notice not a true rhyme

But to me it did seem

A place from another time

I never saw a city in decay

As an old man fading away

Though nature is exquisite

There is far more to it

Why worship the created

While the maker is hated

Yet let me not travel that way

I’ll guard the words I say

For I come not to judge you

Just to say I’ve been there too

With you I sit under the tree

In spirit I feel your glee

Thank God you were not blind

Thank God that He is kind

For what in nature you see

Is but one facet of beauty

Oh master poet long dead

Some worship the words you said

I realize it was not meant so

Each has a separate way to go

To unlock what is within

That is how to begin

For each one is unique

With their own voice to speak

At Tintern Abbey we did meet

As comrades in battle’s heat

The words you have once said

Your cause I have deserted

At Tintern Abbey may you forever rest

For at Tintern Abbey it was your best

At Tintern Abbey you did discover

That nature she is your brother

It may be unnatural your view

But I see it also too

More strange then a circus freak

More beauty then we can speak

In wilderness perfection we find

Yet this perfection is so unkind

Spring the coming of life

Summer celebration of the living

Fall it cuts as a knife

Winter it is so unforgiving

The circle it is then whole

On the circle travels your soul

Past, future, present

Still your life is spent

Your travel nowhere fast

I pray your nowhere to last

So farewell my good friend

At Tintern Abbey we’ll meet once again

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Lolly and the Nun

Lolly and the Nun

 

Friday night begun

Lolly was lookin'

For some fun

Some fine lovin'

To be done

Then there she stood

Looking oh so good

In black and white

What a delight

 

Hey baby, came the jingle jangle

Care to take a little tangle

 

She turned

She burned

The old withered white haired nun

Son

She yelled

I am married to the Lord

Chastity is my reward

I am dedicated

To serving the least

Besides she stated

I get it from the priest

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