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 nutrition

Who stands to explore alternatives to barbarous merciless sadistic tradition?

Create compassion, humanity –

Be the change we want to see …

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

If one was well enough to do everything one needed to do, to get relief one sought,

then one wouldn’t need the help he needs in the first place, would he?

Life is Catch 22 of the universe

He said, “I don’t understand why you insist on helping him,”

“I want to,” I said, “It’s a feeling I have and want to.

What difference does it make to you?”

While we waste time on bullshit,

Epiphany strikes suddenly, a new sight, an oversight

The answer to the question to make evil disappear

warnings served years ago come into play with global warming

Ignoring criticism about forefathers back in the day of humanity

Helps me glimpse the truth that we’ll never get away

Now technology makes it impossible to hide away

Know our religion, know when we pray

Tracked by GPS, our cell phones, credit cards tracked, petition signing

Usage tallied and compiled daily

Threats to control humanity

Spread the word today

Trickle down abuse flourishes

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

Who's 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 red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

Desires Proliferate

Live in the closet of my love.

Live together in love

Live alone in society

Live in the lap of luxury.

Live on the dark side of time

Live in reality and live in a fantasy world

Create regions of legions in my mind

Dream conversations that never occur

My mind is a blur

Anticipate reversal, life’s controversial

June frost instead of blooms

A foreboding sense of doom looms

Casts a spell and dispels the gloom,

Sweep the room of yesterdays away
Use a brand new red broom to chase away my blues

I’VE GOT TROUBLE IN THIS LIFE

Life’s rife with strife,

got my share of strife

impossible to ignore life’s blights

nightlife trying to hide jive,

strife despite gripes to deny

life on test drive, clamoring to survive

outlive the overdrive,

contrive to connive to stay alive

don’t attempt to outlive the clouds into which we dive

only to insist our offspring live the lives we try to give them

nine to five aint all life’s meant

work all day & strive to survive

day after day, fill our lives with what we must do to survive

Our lives are not always such  

a pleasure drive

I’d much rather do what I love

Instead of what I have to do
I’ve got double trouble in this life

No Looking Back

No sorrow or regrets

Get with the flow

Get where u got to go

Get where you want to be

Sounds pretty hip-hop to me

Battery operated society

Words fade into the past

Meanings and connections lost

Let the world know, it’s time to grow

Leap forward into a world we don’t know

Time to plough through the garbage

Quid pro quo, it’s our planet here

My words like music, fill your ears

My lips, soft like rose petals touch your lips

Words fill you with sounds I don’t hear

Rhymes I spout fill your heart

Be political, keep making art!

Do You Think I’m Paranoid?

My water tastes funny

I think they put hallucinogens in there

Who is they, I wonder in prayer

Could be anybody out there, anybody, anywhere

Put a little drugs in water, a little in my tea

I feel funny, like life is a dream, I don’t feel real;

I feel like a puppet swaying in the wind

Doing what I’m supposed to

I don’t know what to do

We know who or why they are who is they

Can do what they want to

Dew drops fall on my head I heard them and they go where they want to too

I don’t know what I mean

Put a little love in my heart

I’m afraid the world’s not just about art

I’m afraid because Edward Snowden said it’s so

They can do what they want to you and me though

Cause we’re nobodys just losers on the highway to nowhere,

a road so obliterated by time I can stop on a dime

There’s a reason to rhyme, it’s a paradigm

Plus it’s so sublime

Stop and suck on some key lime pie – don’t let this line of thought be new show time in your heart

They’re going nowhere too & it’s a different nowhere, 

somewhere other than where we are, or

where we want to be