MY one and only
great indulgence
not of liquor
or consuming food
but the air I breath
— the sun I see
Simple and pleasant
such is living life
the great indulgence
a song that some
choose to dance
with partner or alone
::01/05/2014::
Monthly Archives: January 2014
THE GREAT INDULGENCE
IF NOT NATURE THEN WHOM?
WHAT does nature whisper
as she flows through your life
a gentle breeze across the fields
bending blade and stem
and you see such grandeur
through a car window
golden fields across deep blue
who loves you if not lovely nature
the lover who never cheats
showing lasting beauty
within her bosom
if not nature then whom?
::01/05/2014::
TEARS IN THE RAIN
IT wasn’t so long ago
that we meet
inside our minds
Once you had a choice
I gave you more of mine
Now nothing will be
that hasn’t had a chance
living inside your skull
has given me much clarity
because…
Tears in the rain
–get lost
Tears in the rain
–drown you
Does it bother you to know
just how lonely that you are
Silence has a name and more
It’s written across your heart
Years living in vain
–ruined you
Years being insane
–became you
Yes you…
::01-04-2014::
TAKE ME
TAKE me
and make me
with you
— as one
Break me
eat me
consumed
— as one
Shake me
stake me
my life
— with you
dead alive
heartbeat red
raining grey
— let die
An echo
past life
dreaming light
— a wakeful soul
::01/02/2014::
AND WHAT IF LOVE
And what if love
could be given
without fear
or inhibition
and just as easy
to receive —
as loving one another
wouldn’t hearts sing?
And what if love
could be received
without question
or expectation?
To live within a world
without broken hearts
love could thrive
like two close lovers
Lets begin to change
the color of our world
and believe in love
and let it grow…
::01/04/2014::
I WAS WALKING WITH THE DEVIL
I WAS walking with the devil
yeah, on a hot summer’s night
said to me things not heard
in the light of human-day
Moss-throat stuffed my voice
gator breath stole my soul
up yonder is the pearly gate
but you ain’t got the gold
— can’t enter it today
Says I, “cry me a river”
baby, cry me a river
of blood and tears today
Ain’t that the way honey
when the river flows
— it flows the other way
So we be going and going
Across the river’s way
going to make our way
through the night and day
sweat our soul like nothing
until tomorrow’s day-ya!
::01/03/2014::
CADIUM CAR
AND when you’re riding
around in your cadium car
baby you don’t want
to look at me
— I made a wish upon a star
you took it down
with your burning stare
Why is it you don’t care?
When all you do is
beg for more of me?
when you don’t care
We drive along the ridge
of Misspent Youth
And all the while
you blow your bubble gum
— into the air – you don’t care
red high heels and fashion stare
And you’re wishing upon a star
looking for a time machine
to bring back your days of youth
don’t you care…don’t you care???
What’cha do what’cha do what’cha do
Please tell me what to do…
Please tell me what to do…
Tel me what to do!!!
Cadium car…
Cadium car…
wish upon a star
::01/03/2014::
BOOZE AND BRUTE
FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother
The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell
The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many
Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead
Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember
::01/03/2014::
LIFE IS BORING
I DON’T even want to say hello
unless the cat has run away
could you be more explicit
in your demanding ways
I don’t even want to feed the fish
who says the ocean can’t live
if your love isn’t given my way
Life was easy when it was boring
nothing more than schemes of thieving
so it was when I woke up this morning
Life is so blue when colors run south
I don’t’ even believe in the fairy
who says the rabbit likes the eggs
and Santa has it easy with his wife
Rudolph gives more than his red light
Life is boring but when I’m snoring
life has more than just a meaning
life is dreaming without a reason
I can dream of schemes…
when I’m dreaming in my sleep!
::01/03/2014::
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