Thursday, January 30, 2020

Let Us Be Free


Waiting on a revelation about the coming revolution 
It’s a slow go, no one wants to know we’re just a bunch of good little soldiers
Doing what we’re told to
I’ve made no resolution to begin a revolution 
I want to see people treated fair
I turn to me say see me free to be fair to me
Set me free outside myself
Set me free let me be me
 “my bad” will set me free
deny the naysayers, haters and dis abusers

See me
An angel cast from heaven 
originally 
and because of my big mouth, sentenced to hell on earth
fallen from grace a casualty for being me
Set me free from this insanity, this rat eat rat culture
We waifs wander the street like 
abused common yard rats we want to be set free. 
Even rats are drawn to starlight and love to feel the earth beneath their feet 
instead of the hard city pavement where we are caged together
dining on musical words helps me while away my days 
whilst I sit here and await my fate in the next genocide, an autolytic sourpuss

pray, permit me to continue
in a prison, I sit awaiting sentence
my pitiful existence pale compared to thee
cast me from your kingdom
wandering, searching far from home
am a product of your fear and cast-off genius combined
disowned and disavowed
Wings stolen while I awakened from a nightmare to discover
I lived a life not mine
Worrying didn’t help
Accepting unfair demands didn’t help either but what if you don’t have a choice
easy for you to say let it go and let it be
Let it go and let me free, let it go and set me free
On wings, I flew once with you as an angel, now cast from your grace
Laugh as you look down upon me pleading to be set free
And you say, girl, you had it the way you wanted to be
And you asked to be set free

I set you free and now you wanna come back to me.
Pity about those set free who wanna come back to me
Being me who’s no longer me is no fun
even when you think you wanna be free
Once you rode on wings you could spread
but you prayed me to let you be free 
Now you beg to come home and
it’s too late to let you back in my grace
Let it all go, daughter, let it all go so you return to be 
an angel spreading her wings – 
wings fashioned from dreams - wings with kaleidoscope colors

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Purple Haze (Updated Version)

I live my life in a purple haze  
Not just a faze, a way of life in the 60s, 
purple haze was an LSD craze 
asleep in my heart's gaze 
Lost in my mind's maze
Spouse Blissfully unaware, doesn’t care 
Can’t get a social security raise
Keep wondering about ways 
To enjoy the sun’s rays
To get out of this malaise
Can’t get ahead, just move sideways
I’m only human, feel so blasé after so many days
unexcited with exceptions to every rule I face
Lost in a different kind of haze not knowing where I am in this phase of my life, not trifle
Rephrase the question which is the answer to why I live this way, 
I’m only human, so screw you too
You flex your money while
I flex humanity. only a few own all the money
I agree, must be the end of days
Why else would it be this way?

Take a plane get off in the next state, 
Turn on the TV and see the same shit
My soul ablaze, am I a hypocrite?
Humanity says it’s democracy
Free market enterprise, capitalist economy
It’s all lies – otherwise, we’d all be the same size,
And all that jazz
Disenfranchised, the poor get less than ever before
I flex humanity, the world is ending 
Hate to be pessimistic – 
hard to possess a future that’s slipping away
In overflowing seas, rivers ceasing to be 
Becoming more than we are meant to be