Damn it all.
This is driving me mad.
Like dogs and Englishmen
under the broiling summer sun.
I do not enjoy summer.
Slow shimmering burn
of your clingy moist heat.
I do not enjoy simmering cremation.
The rancid smell of my sweat oozing
between bodily cracks and crevices.
Clearly I am no Sam McGee for
I truly believe:
It is much nicer to have ice
in my boots and toes.
This is my song
It isn’t very long
In fact, it’s kinda short
Cause this is all I wrote.
I could have made it longer
But then it would be even wronger
Cause then this damn song
Would be way too long
And now that I am done
I must say it was rather fun
This reble act of creation
Brought me much elation
Fini.
Funny.
Run.
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no matter how stable
no matter how calm
somehow you manage
to turn it all wrong
one moment we’re laughing
the next moment you’re gone
leaving me to wonder
where I really belong
I don’t need the turmoil
of a daily crisis du jour
where the sad end result
is this same tired song
no matter how crazy
no matter how odd
somehow you expect
I’ll just go along
Well here’s a surprise
for you to enjoy
I’m done with the battles
I’m sounding the gong
I’m escaping your vortex
that is keeping me down.
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Can you imagine
a world united in disbelief?
a world where we love one another
instead of an invisible sky god?
Can you imagine
where we’d be if we took
the time to help each other up
instead of wasting time on our knees?
Can you imagine
the word living as one?
Unified without being crucified
dignified because we realized?
Can you imagine?
Come on let’s grow up –
let go of those fairy tales
and make the world a better place.
Will you imagine?
Prayer never changed anything
without real action and effort
moving muscle and dripping sweat.
Imagine!
and be the change.
Imagine!
and feel the change.
Imagine!
not what is – but what can be.
Imagine!
And the world will live as one.
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Paris is burning
I can see the smoke
smell the reek of flesh
and charred remains
From far away
I watch
I weep
I pray
In the name of the father…
and of the sons
and of the daughters
– scarred by hate.
In the name of the light…
my faith is dying
– brilliance fading to black.
In the name of reason…
smoke smothers my soul.
– breaking down all logic.
.
In the name of the law…
mercy turns to suspicion.
– rules shattering like glass.
In the name of fraternity
love turns inward
– breaking all trust.
My spirit is broken
beyond all healing
beyond the keening of words
our voices have no meaning
we have become the croaking of crows
swarming in murder
blackening the skies
In the name of art…
beauty is vanquished
– canvas tattered in the wind.
In the name of speech…
how can one write
– these pages red with blood.
In the name of poetry
mocking all prophets
– poets weep ink.
In the name of enlightenment
We now ashamed to be human
– remember we are born of mud.
And to mud we return
dust and ashes
we are not gods
we are but flesh
born to die
If your god tells you to kill to prove your faith
then your god isn’t very good.
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