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An Answer for Larry concerning my song:
My life is many songs my life is a church hymnal my life is “Sing A Simple Song”, My life is ...Earth Wind and Fire. My life in a ***** spiritual, like “keep a inching along”. My life is a blues song imitated, loving the blues before I ever had the blues. Like Odessa...My life is a folk song.
A song that assures me ...That in exchange for my “Blood Sweat And Tears” the lyrics hit me “that when I die and when I am dead,dead and gone; I am guaranteed that “That there’d be - at least “One Child Left To Carry On”.
My Song is he’s got the whole World in his hands... and Although No body knows or cares about the Troubles I’ve seen. This “mean ole world” is temporary. My song carry’s me away from captivity And delivers me to my heavenly Bliss.
So I sing off key so you’ll know it’s me.
We are the world... We are the Children... as I Stand in the need of reparation; My song is an invitation to share in the Victory of salvation.
My song lets me wind my behind,or bump and grind. My song lets me praise him,fall on Church floors, feeling assured that Jesus if he be; “Be mine”.! And my somebody done,done me wrong song; Is just a sing along. Cause we all been done wrong, and need a healing song. And so I sing ... Lyrics that fit me in my songs. And melody’s that hit me in my moods. I was told to look up at the sky ... and go the way the crow flies : So, I put one foot in front of the other thank my God ...and move on.’!
A ship’s last voyage
The tank ship that looked like a schooner finally
made it from the black sea to Reykjavik in Iceland
The ship dry as the dust of the Sahara surrounded
by undrinkable water, the crew was eager to go
ashore and find a watering- hole selling beer.
Back then, Reykjavik was a dark town with few
streetlights and in the throes of temperance
There was no booze or wine, only watery beer that
was awful but in our situation better than nil.
The first café we came to was full of individuals
reading books in silence; we didn’t know Iceland
is a literate place everyone reads or write
books when not talking about literature but for
us it was a boring café we wanted fun and light.
We found a café selling beer, and the crew got
hold a bottle of homemade booze; in a country
where alcohol intake is restricted, people make
their own wine or liquor.
The voyage had been long and arduous; the ship
and her captain had survived the war and hoped
their voyage would last forever; it didn’t last
Of all ironies, the ship returned to Odessa and sold
as scrap iron.
It was dusty, dry and endless
Stretched beneath an empty sky
From horizon to horizon
Where the turkey buzzards fly,
Like a landscape meant to warn you
Just how far a man can fall.
Except for Ruby in El Paso,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Took a powder in Fort Stockton.
Crossed the Pecos makin’ time.
San Antone gave way to Austin
On the Travis County line.
Shot a rattlesnake in Waco
With my back against the wall.
Except for Bobbi-Jo in Beaumont,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
I’ve seen Lubbock and Laredo,
Seen Odessa/Midland, too.
Met a sweet young thing in Brownsville,
Just another déjà vu.
Didn’t tell her I was leaving,
But I promised her I’d call.
Except for Emmylou in Houston,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Learned to do the Stockdale two-step
In the local Lone Star style.
Danced a Galveston fandango
With a Corpus Christi smile.
Set a sucker up in Dallas,
But my partner dropped the ball.
Except for Jill in Amarillo,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
The brits most popular surname
Is varying each year
In 50s popular was Jones
Our time it is Patel
Nguen will soon take over Alabama
New Jersey represents Odessa Mama
Adolf exaggerating slightly bit
But humor this implies you learn Ivrit
Ivrit is Hebrew transliteration
All this the studies serves the healthying the NATION
System and Nature balance demands
If we attacked by ANT the servers
SO they are tasked
What do we task them with
Preservation of cultures important
Diasporas, gardens,
INDEPENDENCE at least
Teaches us dropping black white BIPOLAR
And solve problem
BUMPING OUR CYBER FIST
If you felt joyful
Your LIMIT would be met
The cyber is more clever
Do and
TAKE PART in OUR INIT
ODESSA & LISBETH
(A Bedtime Story)
And ...
Her wings spread
Broad and black
Folded on her back
Her feet bare
Gripped the narrow ledge
Naked, her breast hung slack
Her long dark hair
Hung to the side, in a knot
She knew the shadows fall
Her sanctuary, she watched
Eyes and flesh as grey as clouds
Days not so fair
The plague had run it's course
The skies warn, a faraway storm
But the tempest below
Has finally passed
The cries have died
The clocks have stopped
Their mechanical wine
And all for not
It shall disappear
A thousand times a thousand years
No care stirred, inside her heart
But there was one
Her heart so cried
There was one ...
Umongst her and her sisters was an unwritten sacred code wrapped in myth, mystery, and half truths. The general consensus amongthe believers is that each and every one of us has a Guardianwho watches over us. Who keeps us safe until that time our soul is called back through the Great Rift. This has only been the case when this dimensional sphere was first formed and all the souls created here were new. Once a soul crosses over and crosses back in a reincarnated host they no longer have a being who watches over them. But even though this dimension is many millions of years old and has witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations, there are still new souls that incarnate to this plain of existence. Another misunderstood truth is that the coupling of soul and Guardian occurs at the birth of the host. Actually, the coupling can take place at any time in the life of the host. It is not something so easily explained ...
A Guardian feels a magnetic pull, a calling, if you will, which leads her to one in need of watchful guidance, and the bond is so made and is kept until the death of the mortal host.
And so it was with,
Odessa and Lisbeth.
........... Continued
Visiting my father
I met my brother in the town where he was
on his way to see our father and wanted
me to tag along
He, our dad, lived in an old house and
surprised to see his youngest son also
He brought beer from the kitchen and
my brother and he spoke about labor
politics
I was at the time a communist and had
contempt for those not sharing my faith
After all, I had spent several days at
a hospital in Odessa, where doctors wore
tall white hats, a chef would envy
My father avoided looking my way
I sat reading a newspaper, looking him over
He was of middle height and still had dark
hair, slim, I wondered if he was a kven
The first time I saw him in 1948, he was
drunk gave me a bar of chocolate with
photo of a female film star inside the wrapper
He was much older now, rolled hand-made
cigarettes and had a cough
That was the last time I met my father
when he died at seventy-five, I was as
usual absent
Spain, France, Turkey or Athens, Greece
Where can he travel where they will not fleece
A Yankee who knows not one single tongue
Save the English they defile, as they serve him filet of dung
Libya, Jordan, Egypt or Baghdad, Iraq
Is there a country in that region that'll cut him some slack
A place where he can be himself, just "be who I am"
Where vendors won't endlessly hound him with petty scams
Poland, Moldava, Belarus or Odessa, Ukraine
Does anyone there think he has half a brain
In his head to differentiate right from wrong
The capacity to resist a painted strumpet's siren song
He's traveled the world from Pole to Pole, from East to West,
A Yank seeking a country, besides his, that with decency is blessed.
My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
crossing Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports unknown
throughout Lake Odessa Highway.
Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for Earth's day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of SunGod force
to please titillating whims
of Lake Odessa's middling class czarinas.
I can't go home again
to straight places never born.
My mind can wavey roam
and try to swim
and fly to where and what
and whom and why
we might have been
if we had built
a fine fair fortress
for peace that loves to rock
and sing sad songs
of what brilliant sights have been
in resilient Lake Odessa.
Instead of gangs
and clicky clacks
we learn monopolistic quacks
to flap and honk
like disturbed Canadian geese
Transubstand she ate
where great America
begins to end
through Lake Odessa's mean clean streets
Not too busy
self-righteous
sleep deprived
and deprogrammed lose to lose
to win our way
back home again
where Lake Odessa healthy meets
and wealthy greets
Love's polyamorous EarthMother role
as played by odysseys of We
writing comic operas
only eros kids can consensually see
was what Me loved
most secretly
in long lost Lake Odessa.
We need a better god for now
bringing peach tree jams
singing immortality
of love as healthy wise
Reframes lost unwealthy loves
to live in jesting jarring jokes
of honeyed sweet corn
thorn tested streets
tasting ancient salad Greeks
on shores of Lake Odessa.
We reunion back
to save each other
from what might have been
without sly rudders
Tipping posts from wu wei mothers
restoring crystal castle love
of unformed flows
that buzz with lifetime mystery
and retiring tours
that sag with straightline history
Spinning sprays
bewitching licking waves
lapping soft and sandy
on long gone sacred skies
of sanguine Lake Odessa.
MY FONDEST MEMORY
("MY HOMETOWN - ODESSA, UKRAINE/MY FAVORITE PLACE")
I wake up to the crispness of the air
Nature is still
Outside the snow has formed into perfectly shaped mounds
The frost has framed the windows into decorative designs
Branches sway in a rhythmic pattern
There’s a stillness inside
My grandma is preparing bouillon and hearty beef stew
I look outside and catch the smiling rays of the sun dancing on the snow banks
Trees scrape the sky as they stand like an army line receiving its orders
There’s a comfort and familiarity in the air as the day is beckoning to start
Nature smiles
Winds sway in unison moving to the undulating rhythm of the atmosphere
I marvel at the tranquil scene as I immerse myself in a novel
The story takes me away to a far-away destination
I feel safe and content as I wrap myself in a cushion of comfort
I am at peace….
December 7, 2016
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