Thursday, March 23, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
those we call animals
those we call animals
are people to me
they are just different
than we human types
and are often treated poorly
as so few of us respect them
wild just means free to me
untamed and untrained
are people to me
they are just different
than we human types
and are often treated poorly
as so few of us respect them
wild just means free to me
untamed and untrained
a woman face
a woman face was all it took
to launch this bold crusade
up till then i did my job
i thought i had it made
then i saw her standing there
my heart went all a'flutter
but all i got was empty arms
next i found the gutter
self-pity took me to its breast
i fed with such delight
it seems to me that i'd been wronged
this brought me some respite
in time i learned and now i'm free
or maybe on parole
those want things sure do drag you down
they always hurt the soul
to launch this bold crusade
up till then i did my job
i thought i had it made
then i saw her standing there
my heart went all a'flutter
but all i got was empty arms
next i found the gutter
self-pity took me to its breast
i fed with such delight
it seems to me that i'd been wronged
this brought me some respite
in time i learned and now i'm free
or maybe on parole
those want things sure do drag you down
they always hurt the soul
once before
once before the trust was broken
when the truth was freely spoken
men were free and knew lifes way
life was not some game to play
now our heads are hollow vases
stupid looks on all our faces
respect for life not to be found
pride in self does so abound
selfish ways will be our doom
for love of life we have no room
truth could yet redeem our lives
yet greed so far is all that thrives
kindness is what most have lost
frustration rules at such a cost
a selfish heart can not see clearly
and love's the gift we need so dearly
when the truth was freely spoken
men were free and knew lifes way
life was not some game to play
now our heads are hollow vases
stupid looks on all our faces
respect for life not to be found
pride in self does so abound
selfish ways will be our doom
for love of life we have no room
truth could yet redeem our lives
yet greed so far is all that thrives
kindness is what most have lost
frustration rules at such a cost
a selfish heart can not see clearly
and love's the gift we need so dearly
there was a time
there was a time i thought love dead
ghosts and goblins filled my head
life was very bleak and old
all the fires of youth grown cold
then one night as i lay sleeping
a vision to my soul came creeping
and a voice so soft and clear
began to speak inside my ear
you yourself cause all this pain
gloom and doom the fall like rain
it's your reactions drag you down
and twist your heart into a frown
judge not my son all that you see
you must leave that up to me
rejecting life is not the way
on others all the blame to lay
all are free - i made them so
it's not your place to judge this show
you think too much and that's not good
it fills the mind with old dead wood
why not give yourself a break
give truth a chance for heavens sake
an open heart and mind that's clear
will find that love is always near
ghosts and goblins filled my head
life was very bleak and old
all the fires of youth grown cold
then one night as i lay sleeping
a vision to my soul came creeping
and a voice so soft and clear
began to speak inside my ear
you yourself cause all this pain
gloom and doom the fall like rain
it's your reactions drag you down
and twist your heart into a frown
judge not my son all that you see
you must leave that up to me
rejecting life is not the way
on others all the blame to lay
all are free - i made them so
it's not your place to judge this show
you think too much and that's not good
it fills the mind with old dead wood
why not give yourself a break
give truth a chance for heavens sake
an open heart and mind that's clear
will find that love is always near
Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
can we be
can we be who we are
instead of who we think we are
or who we think we want to be
awareness is not a product of thought
instead of who we think we are
or who we think we want to be
awareness is not a product of thought
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
joan baez
been listening to an old album of hers
quite an experience
if your me
diamonds and dust
i've already paid
she and bob spoke to me
it ain't dark yet
but it's getting there
and the answer is blowing in the wind
quite an experience
if your me
diamonds and dust
i've already paid
she and bob spoke to me
it ain't dark yet
but it's getting there
and the answer is blowing in the wind
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
with golden hair
with golden hair and eyes of green
such beauty i had never seen
yet from my gaze you quickly ran
i cannot look upon you man
for then i could not play this role
if i don't run you'll touch my soul
and wake me up from this deep sleep
i'll blush at first and then i'll weep
for it's hard to face the truth
that was abandoned in my youth
i fought well but they were many
of friendly faces - no not any
now it's safe - i do not feel
this final refuge you would steal
and bring me back again to life
take me for your loving wife
but that would bring the longing back
the freedom that my heart did lack
when i was young and tried to fight
the darkness here with my small light
but love died
now i fear it greatly
to live again -
i have thought of it lately
god it scares me
love is defenseless
war is so senseless
the violence is so hard to bear
i stood once alone
and for a while shone
they beat that out of me
can't you see
i'm one of them now
please go away
please don't love me
don't make me remember
that final december
when i broke -
and the pain went away
now i do what they say
no more price must i pay
i fought them
but finally lost
yes - my heart
is now dark
you awakened
some spark
but -
damn you
you bastard
you reminded me of
who i once was
but she died
let her be
it hurts to feel
what a place to be
you're there -
how can i not see
that's just not my way
i hear what you say
but death is not what i embrace
you're still so alive
tho you valiantly strive
to repress all that
you're meant to be
now you hate what i am
say you can't - but you can
i'll not die to make lies
be more easy
it was wrong from the start
you belong to your heart
damn
such beauty i had never seen
yet from my gaze you quickly ran
i cannot look upon you man
for then i could not play this role
if i don't run you'll touch my soul
and wake me up from this deep sleep
i'll blush at first and then i'll weep
for it's hard to face the truth
that was abandoned in my youth
i fought well but they were many
of friendly faces - no not any
now it's safe - i do not feel
this final refuge you would steal
and bring me back again to life
take me for your loving wife
but that would bring the longing back
the freedom that my heart did lack
when i was young and tried to fight
the darkness here with my small light
but love died
now i fear it greatly
to live again -
i have thought of it lately
god it scares me
love is defenseless
war is so senseless
the violence is so hard to bear
i stood once alone
and for a while shone
they beat that out of me
can't you see
i'm one of them now
please go away
please don't love me
don't make me remember
that final december
when i broke -
and the pain went away
now i do what they say
no more price must i pay
i fought them
but finally lost
yes - my heart
is now dark
you awakened
some spark
but -
damn you
you bastard
you reminded me of
who i once was
but she died
let her be
it hurts to feel
what a place to be
you're there -
how can i not see
that's just not my way
i hear what you say
but death is not what i embrace
you're still so alive
tho you valiantly strive
to repress all that
you're meant to be
now you hate what i am
say you can't - but you can
i'll not die to make lies
be more easy
it was wrong from the start
you belong to your heart
damn
what now lord
what now lord
i said to myself
i know you're there
as i sit on this shelf
i know not the way
don't yet hear your voice
here i sit all alone
without making a choice
spirit must move me
i'll not run in distress
i must stay open
try not to repress
truths of the heart
tho i think it sleeps
so i must be patient
as my heart leaps
the mission of life
is a code in us all
the only safe way
is be true to its call
i said to myself
i know you're there
as i sit on this shelf
i know not the way
don't yet hear your voice
here i sit all alone
without making a choice
spirit must move me
i'll not run in distress
i must stay open
try not to repress
truths of the heart
tho i think it sleeps
so i must be patient
as my heart leaps
the mission of life
is a code in us all
the only safe way
is be true to its call
a pisces moon
a pisces moon
did crown her head
and by the spirit
was she led
forever true to
life i am told
her heart was pure
and soul unsold
few knew her secrets
for little she spoke
but the touch of her hand
for me tears did evoke
her beauty and grace
were a blessing to all
and no one said no
if she happened to call
she seems so alone
and yet not the least sad
the spirit of life
was the gift that she had
i remember her smile
and know i always will
the love that we shared
still my heart does fill
did crown her head
and by the spirit
was she led
forever true to
life i am told
her heart was pure
and soul unsold
few knew her secrets
for little she spoke
but the touch of her hand
for me tears did evoke
her beauty and grace
were a blessing to all
and no one said no
if she happened to call
she seems so alone
and yet not the least sad
the spirit of life
was the gift that she had
i remember her smile
and know i always will
the love that we shared
still my heart does fill
what is love
what is love
at times i have wondered
we speak the word often
but mostly we've plundered
power is what
we most seek today
do what i tell you
get out of my way
i try to forgive
and treat others well
yet still i relapse
to respond - go to hell
it bothers me some
that we're being so mean
and beauty and grace
are so rarely seen
perhaps we're afraid
to have love for another
it's just not in fashion
to cherish your brother
mostly it seems
we just think of ourselves
i'm back where i started
not sure where love dwells
at times i have wondered
we speak the word often
but mostly we've plundered
power is what
we most seek today
do what i tell you
get out of my way
i try to forgive
and treat others well
yet still i relapse
to respond - go to hell
it bothers me some
that we're being so mean
and beauty and grace
are so rarely seen
perhaps we're afraid
to have love for another
it's just not in fashion
to cherish your brother
mostly it seems
we just think of ourselves
i'm back where i started
not sure where love dwells
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
greetings
greetings my friend
i've not seen in so long
tho here in my heart
you have never been gone
and i wish to say
in a personal way
just to have known you
does brighten my day
the love that you share
where ever you go
reminds all around you
that love is the show
that brings us together
with its own special gift
and it's the true healer
that mends every right
i might have forgotten
had i not met you
of all of the blessings
yours is most true
i've not seen in so long
tho here in my heart
you have never been gone
and i wish to say
in a personal way
just to have known you
does brighten my day
the love that you share
where ever you go
reminds all around you
that love is the show
that brings us together
with its own special gift
and it's the true healer
that mends every right
i might have forgotten
had i not met you
of all of the blessings
yours is most true
each must choose
each must in his own time choose
both how to win and how to loose
for all must learn in time you see
what is right for them to be
although the road is long and tight
and the forest filled with fright
there is but one way to live
with open heart that's free to give
blessings come for those who share
who hold back nothing - without care
for the gift of life is free
tho this is sometimes hard to see
for love is not held in the hand
and that which is is only sand
truth and love are both a part
of what's found only in the heart
only love can heal this land
and redeem this weary band
for you get what you do give
open up your heart to live
both how to win and how to loose
for all must learn in time you see
what is right for them to be
although the road is long and tight
and the forest filled with fright
there is but one way to live
with open heart that's free to give
blessings come for those who share
who hold back nothing - without care
for the gift of life is free
tho this is sometimes hard to see
for love is not held in the hand
and that which is is only sand
truth and love are both a part
of what's found only in the heart
only love can heal this land
and redeem this weary band
for you get what you do give
open up your heart to live
Monday, March 6, 2017
the soul cries
the soul cries out from stoic faces
all bound up in plans and chases
seeking more and getting less
in every way no truth confess
some new dream would feed me better
all thought out - yes to the letter
on and on the quest is run
in search of some new source of fun
still the wails fill every plane
so much loss for so much gain
your plan in truth is poorly made
there is no love in your parade
the way of life is still an option
there's something more than your concoction
the life that is the source of all
still sends its eternal call
one must take the time to hear it
to share its love - no more to fear it
life's one purpose is to serve
to live it's perfect love takes nerve
this special gift of life is free
there is no purchase price you see
love abounds for those who let it
a willing heart is how you get it
all bound up in plans and chases
seeking more and getting less
in every way no truth confess
some new dream would feed me better
all thought out - yes to the letter
on and on the quest is run
in search of some new source of fun
still the wails fill every plane
so much loss for so much gain
your plan in truth is poorly made
there is no love in your parade
the way of life is still an option
there's something more than your concoction
the life that is the source of all
still sends its eternal call
one must take the time to hear it
to share its love - no more to fear it
life's one purpose is to serve
to live it's perfect love takes nerve
this special gift of life is free
there is no purchase price you see
love abounds for those who let it
a willing heart is how you get it
Friday, March 3, 2017
Monday, February 27, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Friday, February 24, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
there she stands
there she stands - so full of fear
tho it's source is not quite clear
sometimes she blames it all on me
yet i don't see how that could be
feelings seem to slow her down
turn her smile into a frown
perhaps she fears just what she is
would rather be what she calls his
all of this just makes no sense
the pain i see just makes me wince
i know that this could not be right
for all of us to be uptight
it's said that truth will set us free
an open heart can clearly see
that all must be just what they are
no more to wish upon some star
the gift of love is found within
in our own essence all are kin
but this is never found in thought
that's the scam that we all bought
life and love are all ways giving
that's not how we have been living
greed and fear now rule our lives
and it gets worse with all our tries
peace is never found through war
it brings more hatred to our door
one must love all life in kind
it's ourselves we must remind
tho it's source is not quite clear
sometimes she blames it all on me
yet i don't see how that could be
feelings seem to slow her down
turn her smile into a frown
perhaps she fears just what she is
would rather be what she calls his
all of this just makes no sense
the pain i see just makes me wince
i know that this could not be right
for all of us to be uptight
it's said that truth will set us free
an open heart can clearly see
that all must be just what they are
no more to wish upon some star
the gift of love is found within
in our own essence all are kin
but this is never found in thought
that's the scam that we all bought
life and love are all ways giving
that's not how we have been living
greed and fear now rule our lives
and it gets worse with all our tries
peace is never found through war
it brings more hatred to our door
one must love all life in kind
it's ourselves we must remind
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
times of conflict
in times of great conflict
like these that i see
it's hard to make judgement
like just what to be
confusion and chaos
will keep us uptight
that by itself
makes it hard to know right
perhaps if we slow down
and just clear our head
give up the ideas
that make us brain dead
cause when this one says this
and another says that
we settle the issue
with fist and with bat
most think they know something
but i think we don't
we outsmart ourselves
with ideas that won't
fit in with nature
which has it's own plan
which we disregard
because we now can
it we took the time
and gave life a look
it just might not be
as we read in some book
a mind that's not made up
and fused with belief
might find something more
and provide some relief
but if no one will face
that they just might be wrong
we may someday look up
and find our world gone
Thursday, February 16, 2017
i went to a party
i went to a party on saturday night
and the sights that i saw gave my heart such a fright
the masks that we wore were so ghastly to see
i stood there in silence - how could this all be
the noise was so great and the smiles so untrue
most were afraid and the others just blue
i watched for a while then did go away
but soon i returned - still with nothing to say
the din was still growing and the music so loud
soon i was into the mood of the crowd
we're here to forget just how lonely we feel
for a while to pretend it's not such a bad deal
the wine it's a flowing and the smoke is so thick
a sane person by now would lie down and be sick
but not me - i'm so tough i can take it all in
as we strut for the girls and pretend we're still men
now it's over at last and i'm home here alone
all the girls turned away - no one threw me a bone
in a while i will sleep till the sunrise again
and try to remember just where all i've been
the head full of aches and a sadness inside
to be such a fool and so full of pride
maybe in time i'll grow up and reform
but it's hard in a world where conform is the norm
and the sights that i saw gave my heart such a fright
the masks that we wore were so ghastly to see
i stood there in silence - how could this all be
the noise was so great and the smiles so untrue
most were afraid and the others just blue
i watched for a while then did go away
but soon i returned - still with nothing to say
the din was still growing and the music so loud
soon i was into the mood of the crowd
we're here to forget just how lonely we feel
for a while to pretend it's not such a bad deal
the wine it's a flowing and the smoke is so thick
a sane person by now would lie down and be sick
but not me - i'm so tough i can take it all in
as we strut for the girls and pretend we're still men
now it's over at last and i'm home here alone
all the girls turned away - no one threw me a bone
in a while i will sleep till the sunrise again
and try to remember just where all i've been
the head full of aches and a sadness inside
to be such a fool and so full of pride
maybe in time i'll grow up and reform
but it's hard in a world where conform is the norm
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Monday, February 6, 2017
Sunday, February 5, 2017
the hair that comes out of my face
have decided not to interfere
with that situation
will just wait and see
with that situation
will just wait and see
Saturday, February 4, 2017
men and women
there was a time
they worked together
in this game we call life
but not any more
capitalism is based
on divide and conquer
they worked together
in this game we call life
but not any more
capitalism is based
on divide and conquer
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
let it all go
it is a pisces thing
let it all go
pisces ain't a thing
but probably all things
and no thing
let it all go
pisces ain't a thing
but probably all things
and no thing
mr. mark knopler
his work is a national treasure
if you're me
and the fat girls
got left by the wall
punish the monkey
let the organ grinder go
and i'll just go
where the lady takes me
if you're me
and the fat girls
got left by the wall
punish the monkey
let the organ grinder go
and i'll just go
where the lady takes me
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Monday, January 16, 2017
rossie bea
am pretty sure
she probably saved my life
have wondered if she would remember me
but am pretty sure she would
she probably saved my life
have wondered if she would remember me
but am pretty sure she would
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
what do you do
what do you do
when you don't want to be
who you are
what do you do
when you just seek to be
who you are
what to do
we all have to work that out
for our self
when you don't want to be
who you are
what do you do
when you just seek to be
who you are
what to do
we all have to work that out
for our self
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Saturday, December 24, 2016
as i see it
as i see it
the top and the bottom
no longer work together in harmony
which ain't natural
and probably not in our best interests
the top and the bottom
no longer work together in harmony
which ain't natural
and probably not in our best interests
Friday, December 23, 2016
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
vulnerable
if we can't face our vulnerabilites
how will we ever be free
all those wars
ain't really
done us all that much good
the bombs are bigger
but we still have to be
somewhere
and hiding somewhere
ain't all that much fun
how will we ever be free
all those wars
ain't really
done us all that much good
the bombs are bigger
but we still have to be
somewhere
and hiding somewhere
ain't all that much fun
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
gratification
many confuse love with gratification
they love getting what they want
which is transitory gratification
love is a permanent state of being
perpetual would be a better word
they love getting what they want
which is transitory gratification
love is a permanent state of being
perpetual would be a better word
Sunday, December 18, 2016
sexuality
we humans
don't seem to be
very comfortable
with our sexuality
that seems to be
where i am
don't seem to be
very comfortable
with our sexuality
that seems to be
where i am
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Sunday, December 11, 2016
love
life is not about being a verbal affermation of the word love
life is about being love
and if your thinking about that
you don't get what was just spoken of
life is about being love
and if your thinking about that
you don't get what was just spoken of
the natural world
we modern humans are more and more
a long way from the natural world
which seems pretty wierd to me
and more than a little dangerous
a long way from the natural world
which seems pretty wierd to me
and more than a little dangerous
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Monday, December 5, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
truth
if you can face truth
your are free
i have seen it so
accepting life
is the only way
to be with life
the only way
to be with life
is to be life
your are free
i have seen it so
accepting life
is the only way
to be with life
the only way
to be with life
is to be life
Friday, December 2, 2016
our sense of adventure
that which first comes in conflict
with our sense of security
i guess wanting to return to the womb
and hide
with our sense of security
i guess wanting to return to the womb
and hide
dying
dying is as natural as being born
we get to be who we get to be for a while
then we move on
all that stuff about heaven or eternal hell
is just bull-shit
we all have to face our self
but life ain't cruel
only fucked up humans are cruel
and some cats
we get to be who we get to be for a while
then we move on
all that stuff about heaven or eternal hell
is just bull-shit
we all have to face our self
but life ain't cruel
only fucked up humans are cruel
and some cats
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