Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Making Lemonade


I got my own sour songs, my own sour wrongs,
My own damn right to sing the blues
Catch me if you can because I’m elusive conclusive

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon tree is impossible to eat
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

One day beneath the lemon tree I realized I’d been fooled from the start
Make it a point to fool myself regarding matters of the heart
Love is very pretty to see
adrenalin runs thickly through my veins
tries to convince me I cause the sour taste
so I swallow the bitter trying not to wallow in self-pity,
To regain insight without blame trying my best to believe love exists

Our great nation is at the mercy of another oppression
a rising recession a looming depression of immense proportions
like we’ve only seen once before.
I’m tired of making lemonade with so many lemons
I want to leave the bad behind, keep an open mind
I’ve come to like the taste of bitter lemons discovering its better than nothing at all
Search for direction a solution to the pollution, the destruction of humans and planet looking for a way out of the confusion, the inevitable destruction giving up human rights, praying for evolution some simple solution another revolution

In a rhapsody of blue dreams unable to define, blowing in the wind
The planets aligned provide piece of mind
a little peace of mind to help hope stay alive to dream
about fresh ground and brewed java served with a little steamed cream each morning
Sunlight steams though the window blinds provide a remnant of peace.
A world where everyone’s kind, people refuse to be blind truth dominates

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat




Saturday, December 30, 2017

WHAT’S GOING ON



Why blame me for all the pain
Credit me for all the gains you’ve had
For years and years
Credit me for fame
Who wants the blame for what you said I did
That I didn’t do
I know your name
It’s ok for you to jump in my game
  
Stop acting like we’re Cain and Abel
Or like we’re both rebels on opposite sides
In line for the same resources
I’m your friend not your enemy
Don’t confuse me,
I won’t excuse you
Don’t play this game today
My name is your name
Let’s put us in a frame
It sounds a little lame
But it’s true not contrite
We’re staying tight
Don’t give up the fight
I’m trying to keep you alive
Finally saw the light
Left behind the blight
Left me in such a fright
Really not trite
I assure you
The value of my life depends on fame, on my name, my game and gain
Spread the word
Don’t blame me for the pain
For not seeing the way you claim
To see I can’t pretend to be or see what I don’t see
I’d like to play that game sometimes, would make life a little easier and I admit I took that turn several times – went down that path knowing the truth had left me there, alone and bereft
So I try again and again
Help, help me please





Sunday, November 26, 2017

For The Thrill Of It All



Hugs and kisses, velvet wishes
Come to an end and what’s left
Change husbands, like changing an old pair of shoes for new
Like to buy a new pair of shoes
Sudden change to my heart’s colder weather
Gets cold outside, feel blue, another breakthrough
Work to get through the next day
Everyone says they’re coming through
Can’t believe what anyone says
It’s a new day and I’m
one flew over the cuckoo’s nest
Hard pressed to think I messed up again
Trying my best to stay compressed, so distressed
My heart thumps in my chest
Please God let me be Mae West
Life’s work a contest, possessed by desire to conquest
Impressed by old things finessed, dressed to kill
Live in an all frills world
Cotton candy clouds
Are worth more than riches         
And more delicious too

Death gnaws at my life
Fret at changes in this body I no longer know like I used to
No longer own
This body betrays me and does whatever it wants to do
It’s not me just a shell, like a tortoise I will shed
My body like a garden hose, thrown around and carelessly mistreated till it grows holes
Neglected, abused, torn inside out, rife with strife
Can’t get away from myself
This body ages without grace
Thoughts seclude me
Nostalgia eludes me
Randomly search inside to know this body that is mine
Life’s burrs consume me
Soul is youthful, yearns to learn, to see the unseen
Physical pains don’t belong to me, only this body I am forced to carry
It can’t all be bad - We all get old
Some of life glows with rhythm like sudden golden shimmers of a glad song
Words are the answer to my body.
Return to my roots, go slow with the flow, my words – this body begins to control what I do
I swear this body is not me and struggle to see what I
truly am made of – sugar and spice, so nice
Destiny tugs at my heart’s strings
I sing my way through the valley of my soul

Friday, October 13, 2017

The Planet Completes One More Spin Around The Earth

A pleasant fresh chill fills the air
Evening sings, temperature drops
Season's preview, pull out winter socks
Dark at four thirty, tranquilized
Sun arrives at six forty five
Clocks schedule set back an hour
Quarter moon mesmerizes me
Fragrant mists flower
Bloom in autumn's last hurrah,
Sun salutations drive us, survive one
More rotation around our earth
One more round of death and birth

Monday, October 09, 2017

Show and Know - Kiss me now

Give me a little kiss will ya huh
I promise not to tell
No one will know
I won’t tell and show

Give me a little kiss will you huh
Don’t worry I won’t yell if you do what I tell you
Put your lips close to mine, Baby
I won’t let on, come a little bit closer
Put your lips right on mine Babe

Give me a little kiss, will you huh
Is a kiss love or desire
Put your hips close to mine
Feel the electricity flow

Through my fingertips when I touch you

Friday, September 08, 2017

Is it worth it? You decide




My love for you is deeper than the deepest sea
Softer than the softest breeze
Higher than the tallest tree
Don’t ask me why this prize was yours
Not mine to decide

Not what’s said but dread of unsaid
Written words make me become undone
Much more than spoken do
You don’t need this shit called love any more than I do

Move to the beat, broken souls reject
Healing, sift through broken bones
As though the answer lies in our wishes
We become lies we live
Buried in solitude, create a fortress
Make us prisoners
Of our own demise

Hearts like silver need polish
Troubled and cautious, need to demolish
Striving to forget unpunished deeds
Our souls create a fort for faith
Hide away, survive wounds, lost battles, day after day
Feel like I’m a rash or allergy, out of control

Think before you speak or
Forever hold your peace
Like shame from tarnished childhood
Secluded from the sun
There’s nothing won in fighting
Tell me give up
I’ll stop hoping

My love for you, stronger than a hurricane
More powerful than an angry storm at sea
Baby don’t make me explain
Feelings I have for you
My heart stuck on you like glue
Love like morning dew


Monday, September 04, 2017

FACTORY FARMING BLUES



Hear my song of woe
Look well; see the flow
Life’s lusting for survival
Rivals reaching for revival
In competition for resources
Desire to find recourses
Consumerism’s lust thrust upon us every step
Creates a schism in our humanity
Strive for sanity
Search for an end to succumbing
To become better before death comes …

Fame, riches, voices no one hears, too busy with wanting to get what they have  
Yet somehow never did
Passion and poetry flow in my veins, Poetry makes us see more than we want
Examine, consider anew
Like a sudden cloudburst, rain can’t be avoided
Get wet even if you didn’t want to
Hear my pleas, please, hear the crying of all factory-farmed animals scream, cry for help

Production methods for meat is a disgrace to humanity
Make conscious beings suffer in rounds from birth to death, lives unlived, shortened drastically, live in constant pain tragically
Brutality can’t possibly have redeeming qualities
Follow like the livestock we are, allow immorality to flourish
Need to be free from barbarity lest we become the suffering we imbibe

Our earth requires compassion
Consciousness and cruelty don’t get along
Pain sears through my brain
Soul Secrets rip through me
Stand outside my head observe
Bleak reality
Surrounded by pollution
Needing a solution
No absolution through brutal lives led to slaughter – is this really nutrition
Who stands to explore alternatives to barbarous merciless sadistic tradition?

Create compassion, humanity –

Be the change we want to see …