This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.
The mountain of beauty is a sight to behold It's slender trails and waterfalls A pure white hawk of immortality In the echoes it calls She sleeps in the bosom of nature Deep crevices that hold the sea In her arms are the crescent moon The whispering winds in the tree Let it be-let it be-can't you see The untouched beauty of innocent skies That look upon the meadows below With graceful virgin eyes Everything in its own place Like a child that sleeps in a crib Listen to the call of the pure white hawk Taken from the first man's rib It was meant to stand by his side Of equal stature and grace Not below but yet not above Together in nature's embrace Standing in the gap as a bridge That links the world together Bound unto all upon a great wall Known as mankind's tether
His name is the Boogeyman who hid in the closet When I was a boy of age eight After the lights went out at night He would stay awake and wait I pulled up my blanket over my head But I could hear his heavy breath My father rescued me many times From the close calls with Boogeyman death You couldn't depend on him being in the closet At times he would be under my bed Waiting for me to hang my legs down Past the edge of my bedspread Sometimes he'd hide in the corner of my room In the shadow of a tree from outside Or he might be out in the hallway waiting Just as had been prophesied I would tap the end of my bed frame 'til our dog heard my call of distress Here she would come to my bedside To relieve me from all of my stress The Springer Spaniel named Dutchess She was fearless and vicious and bold Climb under the covers with me Dutchess Bite the boogeyman if he comes near us And chase him out into the cold
Their visitations upon the earth This time they come as three Events that occur in these moments Are observed by recorders Taking due notice thereof In acts; be it hate or love Time travelers who have no words Who appear like fire birds In trails of smoke and white fire They are as if made out of clay A mold has been broken A gesture of a token Sampling the ways of the people High do they fly above the steeple Where lightnings jump from rooftops Carrying voices in the electric waves Rising up in rebellion Defying undug graves Populations grow and are stacked in a row Fire consumes the bones and flesh There is no more room for markers The names that appear have no meaning Man is leaning upon man With no power to raise the dead Comes the day when all will dread When the sun turns a blood red The blind will lead the blind Into the alleys to grind Their molars will cease Their pain will increase The back doors shall be opened Unto the streets When the silver cord shall be loosed The wheel shall be broken at the cistern The golden bowl shall be broken Fear shall be found in the way Where desire shall be no more The music shall be low But yet a single beating heart shall grow All is not lost but shall be at great cost The sifting is like sand in the wind
Not withstanding the change in seasons Below the surface of soil and dust Seedlings will bear their selves in spring Sprouting in nature's trust Many will germinate becoming tall trees Others will be fragile flowers Some as corn which yields in the fields In the life giving springtime showers Birds that gather straw for their nests The dam lays her eggs so gently They turn within their yolks ever so slightly As skies watch ever so intently A songbird sings and calls to its mate Unaware of its own fate There is no sense of time-they know not age Or how to sense a storms pending rage Exposed to the elements fair they may weather Until their heart beats no more Death in their eyes beneath the skies After the children they have bore
I beg of you sir-madam please I can no longer stand on my feet My work in the fields of thirty years Gathering the winter wheat Just as my mother had done before Back to the days of the Czar Her sisters and mother also worked They drank from the samovar From tea leaves gathered in early spring Mint leaves also were kept I watched my baby brother in his crib As he peacefully slept Little did he know that one day would come When he would learn the total sum Now I have worked my fingers Until they can work no more I beg of you sir-I am no whore Just enough for some bread with my tea To get me off of this desolate street I want to sleep the peaceful sleep And die in my silent retreat I will think of my mother and dream of the days When we worked in the fields of wheat When my eyes shall close for the final time I shall refuse my own defeat
It's never too late to smell the flowers Through these tired old eyes They were planted in spring At a time with my mother-many years ago Since that day I have tended To all their needs and whims It is the way I connect to mother As my own sight dims To close my eyes and imagine Through the frangrances That they do bring Memories of my mother's love In a long forgotten spring A ribbon tied into her hair At her work in the garden She was like a Shakespearean maiden In the forest of Arden
Clicking shoe heels Upon the cobblestones Little does the time of day matter Echoes upon these silent walls A jumble of senseless clatter Streams of sunlight-my stomach flutters She waits for me to quench my fear Her sweet voice will soon be upon me Pressing to my ear Leaping heart deep inside In this secret I abide She can not know of it yet Yea-still though there is no regret She sees the nakedness of my mind For I have let her see Yet there are no words beyond A certain point where I must flee Where no one has yet followed This bramble bush path from whence My heart shall burn 'til I return From thickets that are so dense In places where no other has been My silence place in retreat Asleep upon her sweet bosom Forgetting a past of the bittersweet
His name is Oscar He's a sensitive guy Sometimes he gets so depressed He's a one man dog who's really a human Who gets a little obsessed I tickle his feet with a twist of paper He looks at me with eyes so wide All I have to suggest to him Is that we go outside It doesnt take long for him to get ready Once he gets out he wants in A few bites of food then off to the bed And that's all he does from therein Under the covers he sighs in relief Waiting for his afternoon nap Oscar is my little buddy He is quite an amusing chap Sometimes he lays on his back with his feet Sticking straight up in the air Making a hissing noise like a vacuum cleaner With a grin on his face that is rare It's a waiting game until nap time is over Unless it is time for a treat Then it's time for some fun until he is done And he is once again beat No big deal-its nap time again Oscar is a guy who is clever Every day is another adventure He thinks it will go on forever
The lady of concrete waits in the background Upon her pedestal she patiently waits Here in the rain's patter I contemplate In thought of rain that saturates As often times my walks in storms Produce patterns that flow in me Raindrops are like tapping fingers Making their intervening plea Like minute voices who say to me Get your mind on your life The beat of a heavy marching tune To the sound of the drum and fife An airplane soars in clouds above As I am below in motion of thought People walk around me and glance Knowing my mind can't be bought Go against the flow baby Rub against the grain Emerge from the shell that encompases your hell In this demeaning relentless rain
Submerged they ride the crest of waves Doric columns in ruin His steed of pace in their embrace In marble their faces hewn The mermaid grasps her rider As jackals gasp in awe The last of its kind that remains standing Decay begins to gnaw In days of yore citizens gazed They sit now to decompose In a gallop of wild frenzy A jaded single rose In the temple of their minds Entwined in each forever Amongst the ruins of Doric columns In their plight to endeavor The endless journey that goes forward Into a place called eternal bliss Two lovers upon their steed in gallop Kisses upon eachother's cheek Neither can ever dismiss
I like to come here and sit by the ocean The boats that dot the seascape This is my place where I forget disgrace I think of his grace the Pape There is great strength in his words of hope I ponder his meanings in my mind Gulls fly by to let me know That I'm not hard to find Still this place gives me solitude Where I am safe from harsh words It is wonderful to be by myself In the midst of the sea and the birds Little cheese crackers that I share with them As I dream of the flotila beyond Where I will sail the many oceans In my mind where exsists the bond Of many harbors in many ports Where no one can know of this time I will talk in the paradigm language As I make my solitare climb Words that are spoken Their many meanings Not meant for all to hear For those who see the real me They will feel no fear But they will see the gesture And regard it as being kind My feverent prayer is for all In their journey to find The real self-their true purpose I know my journey will be good I planted the seeds and spoke the words Doing what I could Alas there is peace to be found I am once again upon solid ground Sailing to and fro upon the oceans within my mind
On the side of a rock strewn mountain Sits the elder of trees Fog acsends to the mountain bends On a cliff where it must appease Blades of grass who raise their voice Complaining to the silent clouds Solitary flowers who give ear In small crowds The single tree who sits as sentinel Is never regarded Rather it's exsistence is resented It is constantly bombarded Out in the open it fends for itself Resisting the wind and the rain It's roots hold it steadily As it observes the distain There is no contempt or aversion Except from the others who bear They seek shelter under the competition Never giving a care The elder tree looks down upon them Knowing his place by the watery fount He is the sentinel who watches over all Equality to all is tantamount
My friend is always by my side I love her very much I think about her day and night And long to feel her touch It never occured I'd have a friend Like this in all my dreams There used to be a cat I liked Odd as all that seems Then one day she went away My heart grew very sad I looked for her almost every day And missed her really bad Then this little girl was born I used to watch her in the crib She looked at me with shiny eyes I didn't want to like her too much Just in case she went away like the cat did And my heart would be broken once again
In a world of difference Their minds are innocence They know not a difference Except what is taught Behind closed doors Where the action is Can it be the sound of Jazz On a street filled with people Of untold cultures Their future is in the hands Of the music players Who decide what tunes will be played Upon their ears and into their minds Or will it be the wild sounds A calliope with horses who have additudes The platform goes around in circles Delerium tremors that circumvent the mind Is it such a hard place to find Like booze that fills the shoes As those who walk the streets stumble I want to see the crack of dawn With the nooks and crannies shining Hidden shadows that incubate in someones brain As I sit on a train and take notice That nobody is aware of what is around them Their necks are crooked looking into books That seem to have no meaning Others stare as the Ipod hides them The eyes of the innocent children are looking about Looking into the eyes of the musicians Searching for the beat that is in the street Someone to make sure to tell That they are not in hell And that it's safe to feel lonely Until the new dawn rises where all Will not recognize Johnny Come Lately sword bearers Who refuse to change into humans In their Prima Donna ways Eventually there will be those Who beat their swords into plough shares Let them keep on staring as I sit on the subway They know by the look in someone's eyes That a different beat is in the street All will croon to the tune When the notes of the music change
My tears were silent until you left me My heart was filled with joy I already missed you Before you had parted It would have been a sin to complain In the refreshment of the rain Under the walnut trees Where there was no unease To know you were close to me Until you had to go I glanced at clouds that took form Before the impending storm How could you ever know My heart had not spoken of it yet You could not peer into my soul Nor I into yours Return unto me and stay Out of harms way Look up at the Sea of Tranquility And know I am glancing at it as well
She was the girl who lived next door I've known her most of my life When we were kids it seemed as if Our days were filled with rife We walked the fields and played with frogs Skipped stones across the pond She was always better than me Her ways had gone beyond What times were had in laughs and smiles Here I am upon the road I am miles and miles from home In my destiny to roam ~ I used to beat up other boys When they would make her cry And when they called her names To see her deeply sigh I lay awake in bed at night And wonder of her tears Upon her pillow she would weep In that which interferes She was my solitary friend Who would meet me around the bend She would wait by the old post fence Until I came in times of whence It was just her smile but it came from her heart The sun would shine upon her hair When we were young and innocent Now she is the lady of fair ~ Upon returning home last moon The news what she had done My chances gone in the wind Her heart belongs to another The road had gotten tiresome I had realized where my real love was It had fled from the place it resided I was once standing alone in memory To find that someone kinder Had stumbled on to find her It was treasure kept up for me I wandered the country and traveled the roads Until it could wait no longer I will remember in sweet memory Her heart that was much stronger Too late to lean upon her shoulder Or remember the time that we kissed by the boulder The only picture in my mind Is that of her sitting upon the fence Behind the trees in a slight breeze Down by the stinky creek where we skipped stones And told eachother about our dreams
Parched with the spirit's thirst, I crossed An endless desert sunk in gloom, And a six-winged seraph came Where the tracks met and I stood lost. Fingers light as dream he laid Upon my lids; I opened wide My eagle eyes, and gazed around. He laid his fingers on my ears And they were filled with roaring sound: I heard the music of the spheres, The flight of angels through the skies, The beasts that crept beneath the sea, The heady uprush of the vine; And, like a lover kissing me, He rooted out this tongue of mine Fluent in lies and vanity; He tore my fainting lips apart And, with his right hand steeped in blood, He armed me with a serpent's dart; With his bright sword he split my breast; My heart leapt to him with a bound; A glowing livid coal he pressed Into the hollow of the wound. There in the desert I lay dead, And God called out to me and said: 'Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see, And let my works be seen and heard By all who turn aside from me, And burn them with my fiery word.' ~ Longing for spiritual springs, I dragged myself through desert sands ... An angel with three pairs of wings Arrived to me at cross of lands; With fingers so light and slim He touched my eyes as in a dream: And opened my prophetic eyes Like eyes of eagle in surprise. He touched my ears in movement, single, And they were filled with noise and jingle: I heard a shuddering of heavens, And angels' flight on azure heights And creatures' crawl in long sea nights, And rustle of vines in distant valleys. And he bent down to my chin, And he tore off my tongue of sin, In cheat and idle talks aroused, And with his hand in bloody specks He put the sting of wizard snakes Into my deadly stoned mouth. With his sharp sword he cleaved my breast, And plucked my quivering heart out, And coals flamed with God's behest, Into my gaping breast were ground. Like dead I lay on desert sands, And listened to the God's commands: 'Arise, O prophet, hark and see, Be filled with utter My demands, And, going over Land and Sea, Burn with your Word the humane hearts.'
I wear the mask for ease in my task I am the faceless voice of words Who visits them upon their ears My face is not hidden from my fears But rather from those who read the prose There can be no point of reference In my being I am the unbiased part of the soul Which can be a delivery of light Or an executioner's helper Upon the timeless clock Perhaps by chance the axe man's block In the rotation of motion Upon its own axis in the commotion Circumference gives way to depth There is no measurement of time In the limelight of visions of the inept Quickly goes out the flame that flickers Extinguished before curious eyes Who procrastinate on which path to take The words are right and most agreeable Action speaks louder than words To post a snipet and mention love Because it is the fashionable way What is true love but a steadfast Following of a commandment Not to cause insult to the Origins of Life In any manner of which it may seem It is either in variance or in harmony There can be no in between Murder is commited in many ways Causing death to someone's mind Theft can be done In stealing away the dignity In the infinity Of all that exsists under the sun Until the last day is done Where there can be no more Man has become his own whore In a plain toned voice like that Of something between a childs utter It is a flat unemotional voice of reality Without justification it must be accepted There can be no bargains struck For the voice is the smokeless fire In an unending pyre Of the fools smoke that rises Unto all that comprises Worship of false ideologies Is as if in its place We lend to our disgrace In material possessions Of which none have to do With the beauty of the mind Which many will never find We are all cast upon the sea To find the place to be Give harken unto the written words Carried in on the wings of birds Laid upon the naked feet Innocent as a lamb's bleat Some will curse its exsistence Others will indulge in resistance Very few will ever accept Yet all will be inept Unless it is done under the sun A revelation is laid upon the mind All should hope to find For the sacrifice made unto mankind In the Origins of Life upon the earth That came from another place Which was laid upon the human race What is done unto one another Is to the disgrace of the original Mother Yet it is not of late quite yet There is still time to get It can be done right in the righteous fight Why bother with words upon deaf ears Everyone hears just fine But chooses to ignore the writing upon the walls
Up the stairways path In my own rath Daggers in my eyes I must wear my disguise Simple words that are too strong For absorption by the masses Separation always exsists Between the many classes Ascending up the stairs People who are in the street above Who profess love The psychopaths blend in To hide among the cultures Fancy words upon paper Like teething vultures They cannot feel real emotion With exception to primal fear The rest is wrapped around it Although they seem sincere Always a work that will be revealed For all their own sake Much is concealed They would take such work and make Weapons with words so they can take Innocent hearts who know no better Of the exsistence of the psuedo fakes Who climb on as parasites Hiding in the shadows like hungry snakes In the pit where they shall slither To and fro upon the Earth Their personalities shall wither For there is no emotion They cannot feel Only through the acceptance of others Yea! Though they have also mothers But they cannot feel real love Blood is upon the pure white dove As it falls to the ground below Death is in its wings Believe not the whiporwill Hear not unto the song it sings Remain in the places below the city Do not allow your own self pity To indulge in the missing parts of a brain Listen for the sound of the departing train Their goal is to make a smoke screen To cause a rift between What is real love but a respect As an insect Is pulverized into the pavement Much as a mans dreams are done When the true battle is won Mind over matter-matter over mind Fear not and you will find Dead eyes that look through space All can see it in their face A corpse with a beating heart That does not give so that all may live But absorbs all in its path To circumvent their own rath They thrive off the energy of others Social vampires who steal the mind No idea is safe from their resentment It is their path to total contentment Living off of others dreams Beware of their impending schemes Cast salt into their eyes Offer them only stale urine to drink So that they may return to the bowels Of the earth from whence they came
Won't you come and sit with me Upon this wall of stone I am the child of innocence Of my father's blood and bone Won't you tell me stories Of things I want to hear Tell me of the worldly things And how it must appear I won't comprehend too much But still I'll gladly listen As we sit and laugh and talk And in my eyes will glisten It's not hard to please me A smile is quite enough I am the precious jewel A diamond in the rough
So much pent up emotion inside Beyond this veil of silken black Rapid eye movement sleep evades me My constant vigil to take up the slack All things in order as it should be Ne'r is there time for a smile Deep sensual orgasm is an afterthought Placed in a heap upon the pile Outward appearances are closely watched To keep me from peering inside The inner child remains in prison Its cries muffled and cast aside Decathect is the chosen exsistence It is much easier that way Nobody sees my tears Emotions are kept at bay So as never to betray All things in order and neatly arranged In perfect lines in perfect rows Inside a part has died Nobody else knows Of my inner woes In observance I see children Who walk down the street That I will never know I must be discreet To keep my anger at bay inside There is no real God who has seen when I cried A leap of faith is a fools way I cannot feel any amount of pity As I peer out my window with no place to go In this unpredicatable place of my own solitude In the concrete walled silent city Where skyscrapers have no personality Neither do the windows that are peered through I have condemned my womb to doom Exit stage left when comes my queue Twenty seven skips to the tune of skidoo
This is my place of refuge Although in the silence of water No amount of it can make me clean Since the time of the gentle lamb's slaughter In the shearing of sheep amongst the bleating I was a newborn ewe I heard the cries of the others Who met with their rendevous Shaven clean in chilled air In the dew filled meadow trench Wolves in sheeps clothing lurked My fists remained in tight clench In other places I was loosed The wolves were ravenous in their way In dire memory under the clouds Of that unmerciless day The flow of blood gives its stream To the nightmare within a dream My place of refuge in the water Inside myself I scream
Capture a soul lost in rapture Mingled with the flaming fire Taken from the scrying Let it die upon the heap Words that linger That will not keep A light burns late in candle flame Flickering spark within the mind The juggernaut remains In all that distains Moving forward with brute force In the only way it knows To let it run its course Many souls that will keep In the eons of time Under the skies filled with stars They bear the many scars The apothecary ponders Simplistic minds that do not feel Naked flesh with no elasticity Flacid refusal to reveal It is crass upon the nested furrows Pretentiously forbidding as it grows Nourishment is rejected for its own sake Self pity as it grinds upon the stake It abolishes its ownself In fruitless actions that betray the mind Struggling to understand the equation In the utter persuasion Alchemists search for ways To turn them into gold In never ending bittersweet days The pendulum swings to either side Like a metronome in its own beat Endless clicking to the mechanical noise Chaff that grows amongst the wheat It remains in frozen poise In pious ways of its defeat In the vortex of a journey In the tangled web of deceit Fear not for the crying souls Who reside submerged in vessels At the mercy of a turning world
Across the great expanse of time In fiords on an ocean's rift Broken dreams in forgotten themes Upon the waters my hopes will drift From seashore edges to mountaintops On slopes where I may sit A reflection of recollection Sudden evenings in moonlit Passage ways upon my mind In hopes that I will never find An end to thought in my reaction To life and nature's attraction I am but a lonely soul At the mercy of earthly power I sit upon the throne of grace Inside the stately tower Where I listen and closely watch Ways that life may unfold My conscience now at mankind's feet And place my trust at His threshold
My mother searched the countryside To look in places I might hide Her journey would end to no avail Her fingers numb-her face so pale Her only child who wandered Of whom she hoped to find Down those winding tracks she walked The many roads that wind A twisting motion in her steps Might she prevail in the end I hide from her in all my places To her love that I do send Turn back dear mother was my message You cannot look and see me now Not this way in light of day This my heart will not allow And her reply was in my eye She sent her thoughts of love She would not go away Until the call came from above She walks and chases after me From shining mount to lulling sea Her song is heavy on my mind For in her hopes are she will find I know her love for me is deep But I pray that she will keep A picture of me in her mind Her hopes that she will find A facsimile of what I was Before I tasted devil's brew If only mother understood If only mother knew Her search will fail to bring me home I will stay-destined to roam I sent a message but I lied Telling her that I had died Now she sits upon the steps Near her lonely porch She silently weeps for my return And holds the burning torch
In the midst of crowds I am still lonely Alone I am in the crowds of the street Lights are glaring-horns are blaring My feet are pounding the cold concrete The clucking noise of a thousand geese Who gather in Central Park I feel closer to them than to people The geese will eventually disembark They will ask no questions and tell no lies From this I can watch and learn As they form the familiar triangle Becoming specks in the sky Until their return The weaker and oldest remain at the rear To enjoy the created airstream The leaders provide in their graceful glide In nature's grand scheme For this I walk the streets in solitare I have no flock to follow There are no leaders in glide for us My world feels as if it is hollow
Nothing exists except for my eyes I sit in the darkness of my soul Nothing resembles the world I am in This is the grand wormhole Out in space where no direction exsists Not even time resists There are no words or spoken language Detachment from even the stars Where there is no body shackled to me There can be no exsistence of scars Pain can neither feel death For there is no breath I cannot cry or even die It is the megadeath The atomic chain reaction within my mind Where the clucking is upon the cuckold stool There can be no genius where there is no fool Andromeda is far off in the distance And I may not loose the bands of Orion Or come to know the morning star My heart hides in the cluster of Pleiades I am the concealed one of the seventh star
Ivory the rat isn't scared of the cat She'll nip him on the nose She sleeps in the quilt upon my bed She is the white primrose She nibbles on corn and pieces of cheese If you listen closely she snores I call her like a dog and she comes scampering Across my wooden floors Her sister Ebony hides in my quilt Until I call her as well Unless we decide to take a nap She's the curious madamoiselle Sometimes they yawn-sometimes they sleep Both of them snore just a bit They wait in their cage until I get home And then it is lickety split Into their house-they play hide and seek Until it is time to come out They want to play by the bars on their cage And make funny faces with their snout
A single flower blooms for me It tells me life is still worth living Many roses never bloom But come back in reliving Their seed will spread to give instead Another bulb will thrive When life is devoid of energy No hope of yet to revive A single flower will reveal Itself in all of life's own zeal To gaze upon it's gentle petals Revealing all its beauty Tears shall flow for thee will know Nature has its duty The world turns in strange ways In many times it brings sad days Without the sadness there is no joy And for this it must employ The single flower shows its power Upon its gentle gaze
He's a big dive bomber Who flies through the air Without a moments notice He will dive Sometimes you'll find him Sitting on a pier Better feed him some minnows Or he'll give you some jive Don't mess with that pelican Old baldy will get you Sooner or later in the air Before you know it He will baptise you properly The evidence will be in your hair
This is death in solitude Blowing winds by darkened skies Against a wheat field which thrives Death is quietly wise Silent in its own exsistence It comes not until the time When it has been called To mete out its purpose In the unfamiliar paradigm Doth it enter the intellect To have a moment or two It sits in the minds of all it takes In retrospect of what it must do Delivery of what it must To know death you may trust Is not a fearful thing to know When the time has come to go She will extend her hand so slightly No spoken words as if to say I will hold your hand in mine This journey is my ballet It merely is a migration From womb to tomb in lands Tombs unfold back into wombs Life always commands Reciprication of many sorts Another day will come A chapter ends-another begins Rebirth is the total sum
Even angels cried this day
For he was gifted to the people
Ebeneezer Baptist Church
The place without a steeple
Sweet Auburn where leaves on trees
Seemed to bend their way
Towards the place of the black race
Where the sun shined each day
Spoken words of eloquence
That fell upon deaf ears door
Until there were no more spoken
And then forever more
The dream was seen and realized
A helping hand he gave
Now we take for granted all
His words we do not save
It is merely just a day
In which some recieve their pay
For work that's done under the sun
While some will curse him under their breath
But still take payment in honor of his death
He was the man who had the plan
Bend a knee and bow your head
Is your mind really that dead
He still resides in the hearts of many
It's hard to forget a friend
Just a moment of your time
Of good thoughts you might send
People like that don't happen often
Get your mind on life and out of your coffin
The radiator clangs in the middle of the night The refrigerator hums along I'm writing words in lucid sleep Listening to the combos song Sweet moonlight enters in through the window A cat meows loudly on the rooftop At least there are no flies around today Who try to eavesdrop Papers on the table from a scribbling whim Coffee stained a bit with the odor of tobacco The radio plays stale music In the middle of this metropolis burough Sebastian Leone was a good man Long gone from his place in power He only appears as a name in memory No less than a wallflower A bird in a cage causes a ruckus It is forgotten most of the day Except for my voice through the walls I have nothing else to say I am the invisible friend of the bird Who listens for my voice To break the silence of monotony There is no other choice Everything is in a cage of sorts Even the ideas on tables Ideas grow stale-principles become frail Inspiration to go on with the fables Clattering fists pounding upon my mind The crowds cannot resist temptation It is kind of like masturbating buzzards at the door Who demand that I spend the duration Invoking spirits to enter my brain To jump on and then off of the moving train I want to become a bramblebush That wanders the praries freely
Arbeit Macht Frei The gate with the lie The place of hell Where all will die Whether in body or in mind It shall claim all who enter They tried to claim mens souls The pileage of the great tormentor The yellow star upon the arm Until the tattoo ink shall flow Numbers upon arms of flesh The masses continue to grow Decayed flesh that rots in ditches The Yellow Star still remains The reminder in times that are kinder Denial of the truth runs aloof It tells not of the pains Destruction of souls in ovens Shoveled bones in undertones Silent buildings stand Where was the killing hand History tries to remove the scar Yet remains the Yellow Star!
Dustfilled shafts of sunlight Penetrate the rails In wait for the trains rolling motion When all else fails Roaring in the shadows A recollection of thoughts In silence upon the platform Music from the calliope in the distance It is only music that is meant for my ears In my weeping of tears Only I can see what is put before me In silence I keep the images to myself Then place them upon the shelf Into the archives amidst the shafts of sunlight That permeate the wooden platform As I wait upon the beast of steel To roll along the plains I am destined to be like an uprooted tree Spreading its branches for all to see The seasons of my mind
You got a problem? This is my porch Oh you want to pass? Not just yet bud-you got anything for me to eat Hey-watch your feet I been around here for quite awhile All the worms in the yard are mine too I'm not afraid of you Up yours buddy and your dog also Oh-your putting up a feeder filled with seeds And a bird bath for my needs Oh well I guess its ok for you to be here Just remember who was here first I got babies to raise in my nest I won't be coerced The last ones who lived here fed me well They kept their cat inside Once I pecked that cat on his ear I could have sworn I saw a tear Emitted from his swollen eye Ok buddy-hello and goodbye Welcome to the neighborhood
By the shores in contemplation The tides lapping the waves Upon my feet They are discreet Knowing what my soul craves Where sky and ocean shall meet Enveloping me in its cradled space Of all the songs where my heart longs I can never hope to embrace The slightest whim of nature's ways Its sheltered plan regenerates Energy flows in many directions It always seems to correlate Beginning to end where neither flows All are one and in the same There is no darkness without light There is no quenching of the flame Desire burns to those who know Gentle are the ways In graceful days As creation plays adagio
Cultures of people gathered about A bouquet of humans who feel and see Everywhere in our daily lives At every level of degree Without the difference in our presence The absence of variety Streets would be barren and silent In a limited society Every flower under the sun Recieves what it needs to exist All that is done under the sun Has the right to persist Until its roots have taken hold Its foliage shall be bold To take the extra when it is in need It shall overcome the greed To block its growth in its own being It shall survive the test Until it shall flourish as was intended This is the promise to the oppressed
Maddening crowds jeering a name Adversity will be the ending fate An entire nation hypnotized Effectively attempting to cultivate He could have raised his hand to good But chose to fill his own desire Burning books and ideas Upon the bonfire Megalomania ruled the day In such a magnificent way Upturning his hand to direct the masses In all that surpasses Hidden meanings to reach a goal That could never hope to be reached Lies and death under his breath Were what he piously preached A nation laughed and changed its ways Until the ending of its days When all its places lay in decayed desolation No more words from the oration Upon the podium of fates he stands A nation in denial of soiled hands Covered alibis of all who participated Discovering that their cause was underated All things are soon to be forgotten In the light of a new day of all begotten Sons are not liable for the sins of their fathers A generation of corruption passes into oblivion And dissapears into the smoke that rises
Her name is Ebony She's my favorite I like the way she plays She waits for me to come home And never ceases to amaze The things she does Are pretty funny She's one of my close friends When I call her she comes scampering And often she intends To remain outside of her little cage To snooze upon my quilted bed Until I pick her up gently And place her on my head She jumps right off into her cage Then looks around a bit Then its off to bed she goes Until I will permit Her next time out when she will play And run around the room But first she must get her treat She lifts me from my gloom For all the ways a little thing Can bring me such a smile Ebony my rodent friend Has made my life worthwhile
Playin' the tunes as they come to me Harmonica Man is what they call me I started out playin' when I was a boy Down on the Mississippi Delta Chopped that cane all day long Played my harmonica all night long Heard that music in my head All day long and all night long It kept things buzzin' in my head Even when momma was layin' in bed Don't know how to play by note Plenty o' them songs that I have wrote Used that harp to get my girl Used that harp to pay my way Used that harp to say what I wanted to say Down in them towns where I used to play Pure music flowin' from the Mississippi mud I'll play til the music won't play no more
Now she's mad I don't blame her She came down all this way To get me and take me home From my place in New Orleans Three more days are all that's left She agreed to ten days with me I listen to the jazz which reminds me of her I been roaming four months now I want to get lost in the music by the sea I want her to be in the music with me Down in the Quarter where my soul survives The music in my heart that revives Three more days-today is seven Then it will be time for me to leave heaven It's not so bad in the other place At least she's there to steady my pace I don't want to grow up and forget The place where the music plays My lady is my song though I must admit Who fills my waking days In this place without a care-it is my love affair On the street where I feel the beat Electrical impulses invade my body I can deeply feel every note played And all it may embody The music and my lady are part of my soul To do and be done are part of my role I will keep the music of the streets in my head And return to home and sleep in my own bed My lady will be my music for me I will smoke my cigarettes and caress her hair And think of New Orleans and the love affair Since I was a young boy on a roll Looking for the place to fill my soul I got three more days to be myself With the music and my lady under the sun Before this roll I'm on is done
In retrospect I am a man Who does alot of thinking I am my mother's child In shallow depths of sinking To reach the end as I search Vast arrays of prisms Those who oppose as I rose To voices of the schisms Colors that were not yet discovered I saw in visions clearly I am also my father's child In whom I loved so dearly Blood runs thickly through my veins I am the flesh that thrives Walking amongst all that flourishes That either withers or survives In darkness I contemplate What I will do in light My mind and heart shall meld together Into primary insight
When I was thirteen mother died The rung I clasped by her left side Closest to where her heart laid Memories of her shall not fade Brother and sister stood nearby Filled with tears and sorrow Under skies of coldest grey In fields made of yarrow Time had seemed to stand still A fight against my inner will Her burden was light for she was frail A slight lifting of the veil Where I could peer beyond horizons A view of yonder days I walk the path without her voice In the silent maze All that looks down upon me For I am small indeed With humble heart the journey ends All my hopes and dreams were dashed For this I must concede I will rise above my rank My slow ascent where I must go To meadows where my mother's voice Can clearly be a guide In my mind she lives so brightly As if she never died
