Show me a man
without a dream
And I’ll show you
— no man at all
(James River Writer’s Conference: October, 2016)
[Youtube clip attached as the source of my ‘copper through your
letter box line... and because I just love the song!]
Don’t slap a copper with a kipper
Don’t catch your todger in your zipper
Don’t put the peas on if you cannot watch the pot
And if your wife should ask don’t say the weather girl is hot
And don’t play Twister with a hippo
Or light a firecracker with a zippo
Don’t date a sure bet if you’ve got holes in your socks
Don’t try to post a copper through your letter box
For that will be a squeeze but you won’t get past his boots
Don’t pull you’re little sister’s hair out by the roots
Don’t hold a bank up with a plastic BB gun
Don’t ski down K2 just because it sounds like fun
Don’t drive a Datsun in Stetson
And don’t wipe your visor with a wet one
And don’t quarrel with your wife, or venom she will hurl
She’ll say why don’t you run off with your little weather girl
And don’t dress like Lennon at a Rolling Stones revival
If you have inside your head the notion of survival
As I see, heretic. Sense the smell.
Judge the Blue Sky. Living for tomorrow.
Sensing the blue, accomplishing the black.
While I fly, an eagle stays in my vision.
I sense life falling apart and a sense of vision.
Whilst life goes on I feel hurt.
I can go forward with rhythm
Silence comes beyond the K2.
I live and live and live with no conclusion.
The lights shadowing the earth. My soul bright like a crystal.
Tomorrow life will unfold. Still unfold the dark sky.
Once I judged life with an empty glass.
I go forward with the kicks of sense.
With the upward mobility of action.
Turning to be a strong lover.
Whilst this happens, I feel sick.
Sick as sick can be.
Then I dream like these, happening in dust.
The upside down planet earth, upside down but not lifting up.
The sun burns us, the moon shadows us.
Living a pilot ride.
What is privacy?
When prostitution is made public
When lesbians bring their sex in the courts
When Homosexual cannot
Enter into the Kingdom of God
What is privacy when little
Babies and teens a raped and sold for sex
When a door at DHS is broken
To see the bodies of women when they barge in
The rooms without our permission
What if we're not dressed?
What is privacy?
Why are laws made when private right are taken?
What is privacy when the gossips
Don't tell their business?
And don't tell what they do when they
Smoke up weed,cigarettes,and K2
We're homeless,but we're human
What is privacy?
When your faith in Christ is unleashed
As a joke,but in privacy Jesus' name as a joke
So what is privacy?
Oh disbelief that He is real?
When He returns
Devil,your hands will forever be chained
I have never climbed a mountain
or have I wanted to climb one,
to be perfectly honest.
I have watched others climb
I watched ten men climb a mountain
named K2,
strange name it seemed to me -K2.
One of these climbers died,
It was on TV –Discovery Channel.
I sit in my recliner with my remote control,
eating chips and drinking a Diet Coke
and watching this man die.
They had a phone! They called his wife
in Oregon, she begged him to get up
get moving and come back to her.
She cried, he cried, then he told her
he loved her but he could not go on.
So he lay there, out of air and died,
his dream was to climb this mountain.
His body is still there frozen, frozen as I
as I watched him die -on TV.
I turned off my TV -It is still off,
I go for walks in the park and watch birds.
I think about this mountaineer,
him laying a few feet from his dream
on the summit of K2,
how his passion complete consumed him.
how he died -how he lived and
I think this mountaineer
was a very, very lucky man.
Today is a nice warm day
not too much wind,
I hear a Lark -on wing.