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Hey Man, Nice Town

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If I had me a bike I’d be riding like Bronson
Cant never stay in one place for too long
Don’t need no anchor the road is my mistress
She sings to me so I answer her song

Always in motion nomadic and constant
There’s so much of the world left to see
If you want to get out from under the weight
Pack what you can say good bye just like me

Travel’s my code
My life of the road
Kerouac would never slow down
Hop on a freight
Where am I this date
Its like whatever man, nice town

Stepped off the bus not even sure where I am
Just gotta pray the town you’re in has some heart
There are so many cities I get so confused
After awhile you can’t even tell ‘em apart

Neon flashed out more than a chance invitation
Cup of hot coffee to warm lonely bones
Waitress served me a wink with a side of compassion
Plain to see we both suffer a sex Jones

Together we found comfort
In a bedroom of solace
Thought she would never slow down
She asked me to stay
But at the end of the day
I’m like whatever man, nice town

Two lonely lovers in one lonely town
With her stuck in chains I was soaring with wings
Two lonely lovers both searching the stars
Meeting in this town was just one of those things

Where are you going where are you from
What brings us together on this night
You need the comfort of being at home
I need the endless road found in flight

I’ll never stay
I’ll just run away
Never in one place am I found
There’s room for one more
Just walk out the door
Say like whatever man, nice town

The tray that you carry keeps you in prison
Your husband nailing your dress to the shack
Only you can make your pathway to freedom
Escape the prison of love on your back

This time tomorrow I’ll be back on the bus
Heading straight to destination unknown
I’ll have two tickets and a heart full of hope
If you don’t show guess I’ll just travel alone

She felt kinda weak
Couldn’t even speak
Seems like a bug of some kind going roun’
Heart on her sleeve
Just couldn’t leave
Its like whatever man, nice town

If I had me a bike I’d be riding like Bronson
Cant never stay in one place for too long
Don’t need no anchor the road is my mistress
She sings to me so I answer her song

The Censor (In praise of Ginsberg)

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Words are hollow when void of intent
Vehicles of idea’s often removed from the road
Save for the words of sanctimonious incontinent
Orated by contemptuous preachers of pyrite alters
Clandestine crowds scream repent like an empty echo
Indoctrinated by their own fears
My words enjoy freedom
My inner thoughts cannot be dissected or infected
Censure me until I howl
Howl at the best minds of all generations
I will shout from the bowels of my entrails
Fuck you!
Now erase that from your mindless pomposity of egotistic rhetoric my censor
Whence erased I will whisper it thrice more
Fuck you fuck you fuck you!
Let the vulgarity resound across the echoes of self righteousness
For what is a whisper but an echo from the past
Uttered then forgotten
I watched as your angels staggered the hallway of red luminescence
Hoping to be bathed away in sabbatical confession
Winged followers staggering out by the dozen
Damning the practitioners of asexual dreams
Scorning the interracial existence bound for destiny
Yet lifting up the sanctimony of the matrimonial betrayed
Praising the scholars of death by war
In the cathedral of the absurd where hallowed rain murdered vulgarity
Buried its words in a tomb of satin linen
Laced with nylon garters of impropriety
With his blessing go forth
To sin once again
Void of intent

Met A Man

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Met a man without his legs
Guess he hadn’t heard the news
Cause he stood up in front of me
Walked a mile in my shoes
When he got to where he was
He said friend listen to me
It isn’t just the legs you walk on
Take you where you need to be

Met a man without his eyes
Felt his way around the night
Did the same in the light of the day
No difference when you have no sight
Some are blind yet they have eyes
Still they never have the vision
To see the truths for what they are
To make their own decision

Met a man who had no hands
Yet he held me in his esteem
If you need a helping hand
You’ll want him on your team
Its not hands to lift you up
But ones self determination
Then he gave me a double five
Lifted me to my destination

Met a man without his tongue
Used sign language to converse
Said people with too much to say
Seem to always make things worse
Its more the content of the thought
Words are just echoes of your choice
Even thoughts when left unuttered
Can still be strong of voice

Met a man who had no arms
He hugged me with my fears
Told me its not arms my I need
To embrace the right ideas
We all need something to believe
An embracement of strong assurance
It isn’t muscles that measure strength
It’s the integrity of our endurance

Met a man who had no ears
Yet he knew exactly what I meant
Nodded yes in affirmation
Because the message had been sent
He said he knew just how I felt
Because emotions aren’t spoken
He promised he would listen close
A vow he’s never broken

I was bumping into trouble because my life seemed dark as night
I met a man with no hands or eyes who held me up to see the light
Never sure of where I should go or how to cross the many miles
I met a man with no arms or legs taught me to travel on my smiles
So many people with so many tales of people reaching their goal
Listened to every story I heard until I met a man without his soul
Could have been a demon or maybe it was the devil in disguise
But I don’t need to look at him because I can see without my eyes

About that man who had no eyes
His vision brightened up my day
Leave to the sightless few
To teach us how to see the way

About the man who had no legs
Never once led me astray
Leave to the challenged few
To help us find the way

PEACE

Days Too Often Forgotten

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Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it -George Santayana-

Does any one remember when a hopeful generation
Of compassionate human beings made a peaceful presentation

Hell no
We won’t go
Break down barriers
Free Jim Crow
Stop the fighting
Stop the draft
Join the army
Get the shaft
No more murder
No more bombing
No Agent Orange
Stop Napalming

Give us your poor and tired huddle masses
Seeing the world through our rose colored glasses
Bending down to raise the downtrodden
These are the days too often forgotten

Now our friends bicker bitch and moan
Sit at the computer their internet throne
Haters behind the mask of the keypads
Yelling at liberals to put on their kneepads

Heads up their asses those conservative clowns
Those god damn liberals will destroy all the towns
Old white Republicans want us to live in the past
Communist Democrats want rebellion to last

Too many days we have forgotten
Too many riches were ill begotten
Better we let those days remind us
Not let political parties define us

The once united
Counter-culture
Has become
A money vulture
Failed policies
Failed schism
Failure to every
Fucking ism
Anarchy
Breeds not sanity
Are any choices
Left to me?

A decree to jog the memory

Let us not forget
The barefoot, pregnant, and silent
Bought them needle and thread
Chained them naked in bed
Don’t let them vote
Let them clean the house instead
It wasn’t easy but we learned we could find the way
You’ve come a long way baby to get where you are today

Let us not forget
The sight of fibers hanging from branches
People crucified for taking chances
The sound of chains
The promise of pain
That was then this is now
That’s no reason to disavow

How easily we forget the war over cotton, these are the days too often forgotten

Now streets are alight burning with hate
Disingenuous rule makers holding out bait
Its always them against us or us against them
When the hell will this hatred end

How is it we traveled across many so generations yet still can’t stop warring against other nations

Foundations like United Nations taking donations to ease frustrations and improve relations
But continued accusations and insincere declarations bring condemnations from all congregations
They hope deportations and allegations will prevent confrontations by becoming celebrations
Will anything lead to sensible conversations?

The taste of anguish so bitter it makes me cry
We’ve forgotten how and forgotten why
Once we stood a rebellious culture united
But money is the root of all the shortsighted
We need to remember the peace we desired
And go back to being a nation inspired

Condemned to a world dank and rotten if we allow these day to be forgotten

Where are those brilliant minds that forged a union
Who stood firm against wrongs in peaceful communion
Youth’s banded together demanding a voice in their world
While defying all inequalities under a banner unfurled
A nation of families spreading blankets of peace and love
Sharing respect and integrity in the utopia they dreamed of
Days once filled with promise of the best of humanity
When those days are forgotten we’re left with insanity

Capitalism is tradition
Revolution is a mission
Hatred must cease
Increase the peace

PEACE

Counting Stars

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In Search Of Stars
With a mind as clear as a cloudless sky
I peeked at the glow of my horizon
Upon my sunrise I viewed abundance and joy
My sunset filled with precipitations of tears
Grief measured in saline rivulets of unfolding dreams
Obscurity poised hungry in anticipation of emergence
Before the darkness eclipsed dusk in its frenzy I began to count the stars
But how can I see the stars in the sunshine
Dare I stumble about without sight but so I can see
Without the Cimmerian shade I could never have seen sparkle
Without the luminosity of life everything seems dark
Without the darkness of life stars have no contrast
You just can’t count the stars in the daytime
Searching for God’s assistance I ingested heavens mushroom

Swinging On A Star
The spores transcended the thin line of reality
Through squinted eyes I glimpsed one ray of light swinging
I swung on the star to carry a moonbeam home in a jar
Across the vast spatial palace of spiraling nightmares
The moonbeam a cobweb of colors in a circle of currents
All seeing million eyed Cyclops pointing the way
Clouds of confusion cascaded down once pristine thoughts
Settled in with laughter uncontrollable
Once cloudless sky now cluttered with haze
Am I better of than I was

Total Eclipse Of The Star
Before the shroud of darkness encompassed the sun
Ere the sun glared angry in my direction
Enlightenment closed its eyes and bid us good night
I inquired how can I see if you turn off your light
Have I not earned my direction home
Finding my way proved littered of obstacle
Alone and naked behind the shadows cast off by lunar lunacy
I wept
Midnight smiled in recognition of my agony
Laying credence to the ambiguity of my reservations she spoke
The answer you seek shall come out of soot filled inquests
To see the light you must first brave the dark
Amused with hopes promise I ran through the unlit sky
Daytime offered her shadows to cover me
A blanket of sobriety to assuage my fears
I have braved the dark and now see the light, alas what next shall I do
To which the expanse of nebulous evening coyly replied
“Count the stars”

Silver Plated Protester

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Poor little rich girl … Tamara Ecclestone

The poor little rich girl
Fashionista dressed in rags
Sewing on K-Mart labels
Over Gucci couture tags

Silver plated sipping spoon
Plate of 24 counterfeit gold
Visits to the plastic doctor
To keep from growing old

She’s a silver plated protester
Paid from Daddies dividend
A search for pyrite reality
In a world of lets pretend

Stands in union arm in arm
Screaming rights and wrongs
Chanting predetermined words
Overheard in protest songs

Rides on a limo bandwagon
To the issues of the day
Protesting all inequalities
So you think she knows the way

But when reality gathers round
Everybody’s heard her cheers
She flies back home to the mansion
Dining with her diamond peers

She’s a silver plated protester
Stays at home whenever it rains
Even though she could feed the poor
Using the family capital gains

Used merchandise

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Uncle Jake holding his snake puts her in the line of fire
Unzips his hazard until he has her
Chained to his desire

So sad when step Dad adds his dick into the mix
Gets off his heat beneath the sheet
Just to get some kicks

Easy peasy she’s so sleazy will do anything you say
She’ll follow you then swallow you
Screw you night and day

Messed up world for a little girl who thinks she’s just a loser
Seems bout every man across the land
Wants to use her and abuse her

Pass around the merchandise
Share her with all the guys
Bring sex toys and improvise
Come inside and claim your prize
Pay no attention to her cries
Remember to remove your sex disguise
Then go home to wifey with your bucketful of lies

They force her and intercourse her and finally they all pervert her
She begs and begs don’t spread my legs
Don’t you idiots see it hurts her

You lousy bastards just go past her leaving her in pain
It makes me ill that you get your fill
And dump her down the drain

You take her then you break her until you get amused
Make your play then throw her away
Cause the merchandise is used

You won’t even try to hear the cry that’s killing her inside
The child is sweet not a salacious treat
To use and brush aside

Pass around the merchandise
Share her with all the guys
Bring sex toys and improvise
Come inside and claim your prize
Pay no attention to her cries
Remember to remove your sex disguise
Then go home to wifey with your bucketful of lies

Tomb Of Paradise

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Acrid stench of homicide wafting
Through the blurred hazy smoke of death
Bitter taste of someone’s final conflict
Roaring out putrid fetor like Satan’s breath
Another blood dripping body coughed up
From under the earth in some ritual sacrifice
Filling up all of the grisly vacancies of death
In the tomb of my own paradise

Tentacles of chaos are choking my brain
Stinging its poison into furrows of my cortex
Losing control my once alive body collapses
Thoughts spinning wild in a dizzying vortex
In the end I really hope death is its own reward
But I’m afraid its more a roll of the dice
One of the lucky ones escaping the pain
In the tomb of my own paradise

The final journey in reaching up to the sky
To find the eloquence in dying in vain
If I fail to perish on the day of my reckon
Plenty of time left to keep trying again
Join in the masses of Grateful and dead
If someone could help me cover the price
I’ll do what it takes to walk through the entrance
To the tomb of my own paradise

Misunderstood

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No one really knows my chameleon
Am I reelin’ or how I’m really feeling
What I am inside
The me I tend to hide
The me misunderstood
Beneath the darkened hood
Behind the mask I wear
What will my future bear
I wonder
If they lift the mask what’s under

How will I be defined
Once all is left behind
Maligned?
Refined?
Will the foggy reflections from my mirror make it appear any clearer
How they will remember
Worthless dreg of society or just another member
Will the sound of all their claps
Be in mockery of all my mishaps
Perhaps!
Will they say
He was on the dishonor role
He was such a big asshole
Is that what will remain of my name
Ego held in vain
Then again
Maybe at least he tried they’ll say
We really miss him anyway
But truth is he was just a failure
Junkie drug inhaler locked up by society’s jailor
Living fast
Trash without cash

Holding on to an apron string
Never amounted to a thing
Never saved the world like he promised
Never left anyone astonished
Or left his mark
He could have made a journey but he was too lazy to embark
Or maybe they will be more kind
Say he had a genius mind
Dude was somewhat quirky
Sometimes acted kinda jerky
And when it came to being loud he often seemed introverted
But the dude was innovative
Wish I was that creative
Thought outside the box
Played with oddly shapened blocks
Danced to the beat of his own drum
Even though others thought him dumb
Kept on dancing just the same
He wasn’t insane or lame
Respect compassion and love
That’s what he was made of
Maybe he wasn’t perfect but at least he always tried
So beautiful inside
Always had a hand to lend
Tell you one thing that’s for sure I’m proud he was my friend

So in their retrospect:

Will I rise to the top
Or will I be a flop
Failure misunderstood
One who never could
Am I what I was before
What am I remembered for
A shameful disgrace
Forever running in place
Looking up to see down
The life of a clown
Smiling upside down
How will I be remembered
Doesn’t matter why
I was really just a quiet guy
Though I had a lot to say
I didn’t speak it anyway
So what will my legacy say
Not much I’m sure
Some parts bad some parts good
One thing is for sure though
I know it’ll be misunderstood

I Am Me

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Conceived out of love

Born of distress

Scolded and beaten

Then gentle caress

A work still in progress

Script still unwritten

Running for decades

Twice shy and twice bitten

Took years to create me

For better or worse

The right combination

Of blessing and curse

Once I was a lover, a hater a friend
A beggar a bandit my strong arms to lend
A father and brother even a son
I cheated and lied tried to save everyone
Cleaned or cooked whatever the chore
Did what was needed to even the score
A loser abuser of every drug I could find
A kind hearted servant dulling my mind
I’ve been so many people I can’t keep it straight
I’m forever on time or I’m early or late
But who am I now is not who I was then
Constructed destroyed and built up again

So who am I now

Who was I before

The sum of our parts

Life’s revolving door

The whole of ourselves

Half the battle I’m told

Is what we become

Before we get old

But don’t point at me

With scorn and distain

Or judge which I am

Abel or Cain

Once I was a lover, a hater a friend
A beggar a bandit my shoulder to lend
A father and brother even a son
I cheated and lied tried to save everyone
Cleaned or cooked whatever the chore
Did what was needed to even the score
A loser abuser of every drug I could find
A kind hearted servant dulling my mind
I’ve been so many people I can’t keep it straight
I’m forever on time or I’m early or late
But who am I now’s not who I was then
Constructed destroyed and built up again

Motion gets slower

Limbs they grow weak

Thoughts way too foggy

Can’t get enough sleep

The show must go on

That’s what I hear

The suns going down

And evening is near

But make no excuse

Or answer them why

Be the best of yourself

And hold your head high

Peace