Here we are
Naked monkeys
Over six billion strong
Being taught everything wrong
Trying to cure defects in Einstein’s relativity
With dark matter and black holes we
Struggle to understand UFO’s
Flying through our skies
Why did I come here in the first place
Out of darkness into this light
Where nothing ever goes
Completely unnoticed
Let it all fall into the river
Hold nothing back from God
Waiting on the other side to see
What we’ve fashioned from our clay
Friday, October 23, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
My Poems
I want to make words fly
Like birds from my lips
Up into the sky to disappear
From my sight into your minds
Then down brain-stems into hands
Helping you fashion new truths
And on into your feet making steps
Follow one after another to help
All those beggars who can’t read the
Signs saying their waters poisoned
Like birds from my lips
Up into the sky to disappear
From my sight into your minds
Then down brain-stems into hands
Helping you fashion new truths
And on into your feet making steps
Follow one after another to help
All those beggars who can’t read the
Signs saying their waters poisoned
Friday, October 9, 2009
It's Done
My brisket cooked to charcoal
My glass’s full of uranium
Philandering about in
This monkey suit
Some old heads poking above
Those carcinogenic clouds
Where we saw a future
Expanding in spades
Unfolding slowly over decades
After Kennedy and King are
Forgotten about and dead
Inside all of your heads
My glass’s full of uranium
Philandering about in
This monkey suit
Some old heads poking above
Those carcinogenic clouds
Where we saw a future
Expanding in spades
Unfolding slowly over decades
After Kennedy and King are
Forgotten about and dead
Inside all of your heads
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Ant People
Live deep under the surface
Of the Earth where they
Do many things with
Their large brains
Here we are
Boys and girls
At the end of time
How funny the Nazi’s
Lost in their bid to control
The rest of the human race O Navajo
Of the Earth where they
Do many things with
Their large brains
Here we are
Boys and girls
At the end of time
How funny the Nazi’s
Lost in their bid to control
The rest of the human race O Navajo
Friday, October 2, 2009
Missing Crane
I have to find my self again
Among the bull rushes
And fluttering red
Robes of their
Matadors
I am sorry to have wandered
So far away from home
Where I have to ask directions
From children playing on
Sidewalks near parks
Along snake river
Built up or dug deep into banks
Where small furtive birds
Constantly fly and
Play with me
Now beside myself with new fears
Swimming upwards through
The salt of so many tears
I find the right way into the woods
Where out of the forest stood
A grove of kissing cranes
Among the bull rushes
And fluttering red
Robes of their
Matadors
I am sorry to have wandered
So far away from home
Where I have to ask directions
From children playing on
Sidewalks near parks
Along snake river
Built up or dug deep into banks
Where small furtive birds
Constantly fly and
Play with me
Now beside myself with new fears
Swimming upwards through
The salt of so many tears
I find the right way into the woods
Where out of the forest stood
A grove of kissing cranes
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