Big Man On The Block

Big Man On The Block

 

Back in sixty two the sky was blue turning gray                   

Something about evil in people won’t go away                    

Down in southeast Asia Vietnam was smoking                     

The Soviets were red and nobody was joking                       

 

He was the keeper of the sacred clock

They called him the big man on the block

He knew how to roll he knew how to rock

He was of course the big man on the block

 

Dob Bylan was singing folk songs chasing his dream

Napalm was setting heaven on fire with a scream

Propaganda machine was searching for a perfect phrase

Preacher on the corner screeching about the last days

 

He was the keeper of the sacred clock

They called him the big man on the block

He knew how to roll he knew how to rock

He was of course the big man on the block

 

I was born into a world lacking love and grace

Evil was the denomination of the human race

I weep for the hope of what this world could have been

Look around it will be found the wages of sin

 

He was the keeper of the sacred clock

They called him the big man on the block

He knew how to roll he knew how to rock

He was of course the big man on the block

 

In the recording studio we turn the dial of the reverb to ten

When the good reverend speaks the truth he gets no amen

We are all casualties of the truth there are no exceptions

I was reading a book and a crook with great expectations

 

At the end of the day we all pay the piper’s due

What would you do if all of your sweet dreams came true

Bankers and engineers play of the fears of war

We’re living in the bosom of Babylon the Whore

 

He was the keeper of the sacred clock

They called him the big man on the block

He knew how to roll he knew how to rock

He was of course the big man on the block 

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After the Fire

  After the Fire

 

 

Books burned as Alexandria was looted

Furious fires full of choking smoke polluted

Knowledge of millenniums consumed in the flame

What a shame

Voices, guardians of civilization, a guide

Denied

 

From the furious fire always to remember

To straggling pockets of hot ember

A soft reddish glow

Now only ashes to know

Gray dust for the wind to blow

To the corners of the Earth to and fro

 

Do you mourn for the secrets lost

Treasure gained at such a high cost

What was learned before

We can learn once more

Of that I am sure

 

So what remains after the fire?

Strange

Mankind did not change

He still contains his desire

After the fire

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D-I-R-T

 D-I-R-T

 

Well you daddy is a millionaire

And you don’t even have a care

All you gotta do is give a ring

And the servants will get you anything

Oh miss princess proper and elite

To you I’m the ground beneath your feet

I know what you think of me

D-I-R-T

Maybe it’ll always be

D-I-R-T

But if you wanna know what’s true

Baby I’m too good for you

 

Well I make an honest living

I ain’t rich I take what their giving

I’m not wealthy it can’t be denied

But I’m good and decent deep inside

Now some may say that’s a great worth

Not you princess you call me dirt

I know what you think of me

D-I-R-T

Maybe it’ll always be

D-I-R-T

But if you wanna know what’s true

Baby I’m to good for you

 

Cocktail party caviar

Limousine with a bar

Oh so well read

Got a king size bed

You love fancy art

But you ain’t got a heart

Look in the mirror and see

It’s you who is D-I-R-T

Cause all you hold precious

Is really useless

I see all you do

But still Love you

Foolish heart of mine

It’s a crime

Who can help me

D-I-R-T

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A Poet’s Words

 A Poet’s Words

 

If I was a sage

I’d say something wise

If I was the devil

I’d whisper sweet little lies

If I was a prophet

I’d tell of things to be

If I was your master
I’d set you free

If I was a singer

I would sing you a song

If I was a judge

I’d forgive you of your wrong

But I am just a poet

Simple and plain

So I won’t say anything

Because words are vain

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Canto 1

 Canto 1

 

Poetry without a word

The look in your eye heard

Gently I kiss your lips

Slowly we sway our hips

In and out, out and in

Where do you end and I begin?

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Long After the Gold Rush

Long After the Gold Rush

 

Miracles beyond conception coming true

Fulfilling more then we ever knew

Inca Queen in glory, smiling in dance

God gave us a second chance

We came in rags and tatters

It is the heart that matters

Given more then we could conceive

Beyond blessing to believe

The clown in a permanent smile

And we laughed for a while

We were headed for a new home

And we rejoiced in style

We were headed for a new home

Something we have never known

 

I was sitting on a pure golden throne

The sun is the moon in disguise

I was coping hoping for demotion

When I understood reality is full of lies

There was an angel whispering in my ear

Heaven it was never so near

And my dream so crystal clear

I was thinking about what a friend had said

He was not a friend at all

I was thinking about what a friend had said

So many issues I could not recall

 

I thought on the days of our landing

How joy exalted our spirit so high

We thought we had understanding

And a love and wisdom none could deny

Life itself kissed us in romance

God gave us a second chance

We came in rags and tatters

It is the heart that matters

Given more then we could conceive

Beyond blessings to believe

And we cried for a while

Living in our brand new home

It was then we became aware

We couldn’t do it here if we didn’t do it there

Such sorrow had never been known

The tears washed the makeup off the clown’s face

We looked and it was not the look of grace

When can we really go home? 

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Sylvia’s Garden

 Sylvia’s Garden

 

Before the sun rises in the end of winter’s death

With chilly hands and frigid breath

Working the soil with rake and hoe

Knowing come summer a blessing to grow

 

Carefully placing precious seed in pot

Each cherished child never forgot

Watered and watched until they sprout

Green little creatures coming out

 

Early spring, past the last frost

Praying to God not one to be lost

In the soil measured apart

With cautious hands and loving heart

 

Early morn to water with hose

Fulfilling expectations the garden grows

Repeating the watering in the eve

Love is doing what you believe

 

In summer heat a bounteous place

Smiles all over Sylvia’s face

Fresh lettuce and tomato to pick at will

Mother Earth sharing her thrill

 

Fall comes and we harvest more

Sharing with Trevor and Ron next door

Resting now as the labor is past

How the season has gone so fast!

 

Looking over the garden leaves in decay

I am confident of another day

Sylvia’s garden will reappear

As long as the Lord gives us another year

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