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WE CAN STILL DREAM
“In a world where the stakes are higher”
We can still dream of living a calm existence
and know that when it comes time to say farewell
we can grin and take our memories with us to
where there is a heavenly paradise waiting for us
where there are no risks but love and all are similar
accepted and included.
So, in a world where the stakes are higher
why can’t every person be susceptible to compromise
in all regards and never prompt others to dislike them
nor for that matter turn around and despise those who
they caused to hate them?
Why can’t relations be had with out any kind of meddling
With out ruse and even with out duplicity of any kind
especially if one person has a child who needs more than
training and actually needs aid which a lone parent
might never be able to give? - for that matter why can’t
we all trust each other despite the conviction that some
citizens of this planet are not as honest as the rest of
us? – We can still fantasize, but why is that all we can
do?
PUPPETMASTER
I am not the hat on the white face clown,
nor the leather from my boots screaming in quarantine.
The ancient maize recoils with thoughts of its collusion.
Nowhere in the scriptures does it say…follow me, and your
path will be strewn with water in flames.
Faces in stone grin beneath the midnight sun,
a pallor cast over the frozen words of our fathers.
Jugglers in the bazaar disappear, the weight of their
burdens turn to ashes.
The past lies littered with soiled heroes, warnings
echoed from deep within the walls of shame.
In daylight, even laughter fails to lift the rock that crushes
the morning sun….forever blind.
Still, the birds sing from tree to tree, their songs
a reminder of goodness that never dies.
In this late hour, the sun returns to set, sunshine bows in
grand gesture to the darkness, as my strings are forever cut.
11/15/10
9:22pm
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You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes,
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.
An all too thorough pondering
of mundane thought comes to naught
as vulgar words don’t necessarily wax poetic.
Talking, writing, hurl, polysyllabic words
across a dot matrix screen in a pixel fight with the Lord
don’t made you a prophet or a prophetess
You just scream now, scream…
show your pain across a global terrain in a globular dream
‘Cause I know, you know, NOTHING is as it seems.
Rebel, rebel hell, damn good for nothing navel watcher
pick the lint out, start a fire, you don’t have to die to mean something
you have to do something, damn, it's not enough to just BE
ACT don’t just bite the dirty hand, green with the bile of your blood
eat the whole arm…chaw of a chunk and spit it in the systemic eye
of a postulate system which MAKES have and have nots.
See that fading grin wink from existence and the twin terrors of
DUMB and DEE saying “Howdy and Fiddle Dee Dee” to the
arses who claim to KNOW, ‘cause I know, you know,
NOTHINGS as it seems………..
*Dedicated to Jeffery Cohen from one anarchist to another
**This would be my Alice poem ;)
New city street
With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes to look good
with no chance it would clash
Their carts were adorned
with ribbons and beads
And funny designs
made of cantaloupe seeds
They hollered and bellowed
and beckoned us near
And when we did stop,
they let out a loud cheer
They offered us products
like peanuts with cheese
And daffodil handkerchiefs
in case we sneeze
Belts made of feathers
with buckles in red
And weird little cones
you could wear on your head
We bid and we haggled
but always were nice
To get a good deal
and a much better price
The street lined with houses,
most two stories high
With windows like shamrocks
reflecting the sky
The balconies all featured
ribbons and bows
That hung from the railings
such colorful throws
Where women were calling
to neighbors across
For clothes pins and hampers
they hoped they would toss
They spoke in a language
so funny to hear
For what they were saying
was not always clear
The men were all mending
and tending the place
Their hats cockled sideways,
a grin on their face
The knees of their jeans
were all covered in patches
While they polished the brass
on the handles and latches
It seems they were singing
an old fashioned song
We tried to join in
as we walked right along
We laughed and we giggled
so much fun was had
But we had to leave
and that made us both sad
So we promised each other
that we both would meet
Again very soon
on this new city street
The Cape Cod Museum of Art had a show
And we caught it the very last day,
Displaying the various works of Bob Staake
In a can’t-help-but-grin type of way.
If you don’t know his work, you must catch up at once
For each piece is a total delight.
There are mobiles and posters and sculpture galore,
Plus the many kids’ books he did write.
In addition to works, what he really does best
Is to illustrate, so you may find
That his fabulous artwork accompanies, too,
Others’ story books that he designed.
If you read The New Yorker, you won’t be surprised
That his covers have often appeared
And each one is a gem with a sly kind of wit
That is perfectly, charmingly weird.
Luck was shining on us, for the day we were there,
We were in for a most special treat.
Mr. Staake paid a visit and we got to join
An impromptu but sweet meet and greet.
What a wonderful way to be able to share
Your esteem with the one who inspired
So much joy; it was thrilling to let someone know
Face to face just how much he’s admired.
Charlie McKee against wise advice,
Went into Lucas Swamp cold as ice,
Told of savage beast that kills on sight,
Thought he was day’s true king and dark’s bold knight.
He held the Swamp’s risks were oversold,
But threat of dangers had been foretold,
He yielded to his gigantic ego,
And misjudged the Swamp’s vile entrapment pro.
There are eyes on you, a vile fiend,
Dark probing eyes of livid green,
O'er the jaws of a razor-sharp grin,
Pearly whites much like needle pins.
On windy nights, folk can hear howling,
From out of Lucas Swamp, loud growling,
Bloodcurdling screams fill their souls with fright,
Charlie went in the Swamp, but didn’t come out.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
My grief was brief ; he was a heartless fake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
He flew in on a steed, a soul cocksure,
A vision that I even now can’t shake.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
No humble cavalier, but saboteur,
He bore a two-edged blade and was a rake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
A grin, black eyes that burned me through - his lure.
And when he spoke, I felt my body quake.
My love for him I’d finally abjure.
My sense of what was right, though grown obscure,
I managed to maintain and not forsake.
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
Could passion that he breathed have been my cure?
Unlikely. . . but I reveled in the ache.
My love for him I’d finally abjure,
But what my dark knight wrought will long endure.
Advice has no use to the ‘know all’
But pride often precedes a fall
Crass indignation when questioned
Denying each truth that is mentioned
Evidence he calls refutable
Facts, he says, aren’t indisputable
Grey is the colour of dubious knowledge
Hark at the novice as he enters college
If one week of lectures makes him feel all knowing
Just grin politely at ignorance showing
Kith and kin revel in such peace and quiet
Life is so peaceful, it’s almost a riot
Motor mouth’s gone for a couple of years
No doubt he’ll grow something between his ears
Or will he just come home as bad as before
Pounding our eardrums until they are sore
Quoting past monarchs that once held dominion
Recited - ignoring conflicting opinion
So if you know someone who ‘knows more than God’
Tell him that learning’s no sprint but a plod
Utter confusion may darken his face
Vitriol, soon will take confusion’s place
“What do you know, you’re so uneducated,
X-Ray your brain; you’ll find you’re overrated.”
Yet, when it’s back off to college tomorrow
Zero shame shown when he says, “Could I borrow…..”
When you smile my life seems brighter
It lifts the borders of my mind making me lighter
When I see the outlines of your face
They take me away to a far off place
I shall follow you from land to sea
Wherever you are will be the whole world to me
You turn to me to show your lovely grin
It sends a shock felt throughout my skin
Love me forever and envelop me with your smirk
With your tender expression that never requires any work
I shall follow you from land to sea
Wherever you are will be the whole world to me
Your simper is a cure for what ails me inside
I shall pursue your laugh forever worldwide
You are clarity when I’m down and confused
My soul is free to roam when your heart is amused
I shall follow you from land to sea
Wherever you are will be the whole world to me
As The Claws Dig Deeper
I lay with my lips to the floor
I can feel the agony seep through my veins as the blood begins to pour
As i Gnash my teeth i hear them crack
I can feel the claws as they dig deep into my back
I am Distraught with anger and the substance of pain
Voices yelling "from this strength you will gain"
My eyes closed as i breath out in anguish
Yearning and screaming these tears i wish to banish
My fingers scratching at the tiles beneath my skin
My nails splitting as the torture spreads i begin to grin
Embracing the sorrow to make my heart black
As it becomes nothing more the a beating blood sack
Beware as i begin to rise to my feet
The gaze in my eyes no longer for the meek
As the claws of vivacity dig deeper into my soul
I gaze in the looking glass as watch my eyes grow cold