Keeping up with RJ

Hard times have fallen

But the sun will shine again

It’s going to be all right baby

But I can’t say when

Well it’s hard times now

But the sun will shine again

Don’t know where I’m going,

But it’s better than where I been

Phone rang this morning,

Woke me out of bed

A hand came through the receiver

Shook me upside my head

Well there’s hard times people,

Getting worse every day

Bad luck’s got hold of me,

Every which way I turn

Should sell my soul to the devil

People say don’t talk that way

Hard times have fallen

But the sun will shine again

I'm a steady rolling woman

I roll both night and day

But I haven't got no sweet thing

To roll along with me

No one to roll along with me

Makes me feel so lonesome,

Can’t keep from crying, 

Can’t keep my eyes dry

Losing love’s tough that way,

Got to keep on struggling to get by

No time to worry if my life’s been in vain

Felix gone, left me behind

Been on my mind, left me quite blind

Life and death entwined

I’m a steady rolling woman

Staying on my grind

Hoping the stars stay aligned

Boarding that train

Not high on cocaine

Holding off the pain, feigning delight,

Got to slay these blues tonight

I'm a free-rolling woman

Heading down life’s highway

A steady rolling woman

Standing at the crossroads

Lost track of time, 

brain out of whack

A turning tempo of time

Expecting the devil by & by

With his bag full of illusions

Want to find out why

Got my eyes on the prize,

Devil got his eyes on me

Lost love along the way

Don’t know night from day

Rolling along singing my song

Not too lonesome to

Write a poem in vain

Soul trains coming,

Looking for a ride

To follow my dream

Follow them along

My mind’s going for a ride tonight

The blues are on my soul tonight

Got to keep struggling, rolling along

A rolling stone gathers no moss,

Fight those blues

Trying to stay right

I’m a steady rolling woman

Rolling to the crossroads

Keeping time with my hand jive  

Making up my mind

Where I’m going this day in time

*  I wrote this song some time ago, way back in 2012, and somehow it never made its way here.  Of course, it's for Robert Johnson. I own his complete collection and I love RJ. Everyone knows the story about how he went to the crossroads and the devil took his life. If not - look it up. Pretty fantastic stuff. 

Foster Peace In a World of Abuse

Propagate hope, knowledge widens the scope,

Many see trickle down abuse encompassing earth

Come see, you know whom I mean!

They ~ the big they, you know who they are,

They will not give us back this glorious great land.

They fight for coin and silver.

Slowly we go to slaughter, 

Like pigs, goats and cows,

We kill ourselves in their sham.

Forced to pay more than our share of taxes

It’s only paper you know, 

No more gold in Fort Knox.

All the gold owned privately

They're in charge of our government

Symbols lurk every place you see

Small, insidious, devious concerns surround us, 

Controlled by society, daily news, 

TV, our jobs families, forget our conscience

Our desires prevent our seeing

Facebook and twitter rule you can’t see

Enough to spin your head, dizzy,

Can’t comprehend why Facebook

Warns you not to add more friends,

You can only add so many each night

Isn’t adding friends a boon to Facebook?

Every day it becomes more difficult

to understand the world I’m living in

They are not going to give our land back

If we don’t fight for our rights,

if we don’t take earth back from the usurpers

who have stolen our planet,

We can’t inherit the earth by common assent,

agree our land is not sold for gold,

this land is god’s gift,

is not ours to give or buy,

but to love and care for 

like we do our children …

This land is your land,

This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for You and Me.

GOT THOSE HEEBIE JEEBIE BLUES FROM WAY DOWN YONDER IN NEW ORLEANS

I’ve got the all kinds of bugs blues,

Got rid of bed bugs

Then fleas got a hold of me

Got all kinds of bug blues

Either way I lose

Insects invade my house like

Squatters who refuse to pay rent

Invade my space from all angles

Fruit flies fly into my eyes & ears,

Fly around my computer screen

Fear drives me, makes me see

Bedbugs aren’t the only parasites  

More afraid of how we live

Our entire lives invaded consistently

Sign petitions on the Internet

Fear instills me with those bedbug blues for sure

Stinkbugs threaten to enter,

Cling to my 16^th floor window screen

Insects invade my heart & soul

Posttraumatic stress syndrome sets in

Obsessed by the insect kingdom

Imagined their numbers grew and grew

Because all the all kind of bug blues

Bemusing I clench my fist

Capture what first seems a Knat

Inspecting it in my palm and transfer to a bottle,

Can’t make heads or tails of it. Excuse the pun.

I visit the bug shop on the corner.

Give my sample to the shop’s proprietor

Ms. Young Lady declares she’s an expert,

In her eyes, definitely not bedbugs-

I breathe a sigh of relief

She affirms it’s a kind of mealy bug – whom eats food

I watch as stink bugs crawl through my window

Climb right in between the glass and screen

All the way up to the 16^th floor

I wonder how they do it

Why do they pick me?

These Stinkbugs fly, buzz around my head

Help me get rid of them

Please explain, where do 

All these bugs are come from?