God, You Can Really Piss Me Off

God I get pissed at you
for causing reminders of death
and illness to children
to be found in my Sunday paper

You are the omnipotent one,
so the onus is on you
Silly sick humored man,
or indifferent sailor of the ether
Your laugh on us is not appreciated by me -
your humor the least bit funny

The 'buy anything people' tell me that 'it's for a reason'...
'it's all in the book' they say.....ooh fuck yes!
that is all that is left to answer I suppose
when your back is up against the bullshit wagon
I look at my poster board in my music room
I keep it there to keep me grounded - to keep me honest in my blues
a ghoulish endeavor perhaps, but my chosen path...not to ignore
Clippings of children in a hospice ready to die
while Wall Street, Bush and the Dick walk away
to yip pie ki yi yeah little doggies (or however a good cowpoke spells that)

where did you learn your sense
of what you perceive is funny...old man
of what is just and fair
your time I fear has came
and gone with the last wagon train west
your bullshit smells clearly now to all
...except for those who cling to faith of Nada

God - John Lennon....I think he may have been right!

This has really been no poem...
just a rant surely to raise the ire of some and piss yet others off...but you know what....I'm sick of posting yet one more picture of one more dying child on this bulletin board of mine. Just sick of self-interested folks who care not a damned until it hits home...and then the shoe feels a little uncomfrotable on that foot. Reality Check!

One Step Away

one step away from cardboard camp
and then is her
one step away from a mansion on the hill
and then is me
common denominator I am it appears
to me a problem I never wanted to be
the problem of this world that envelops me
that has a strangle hold on the my jugular
of my gut
Midas touch of everything turns to shit
100 watt bulb going green to black
in a dark room of must and web
dank and damp air - hand invisible
one step away from reaching the rotted string
that pulls the timeless switch without a cover
to the light to the light to the light boys
to the light

The Blues

gotta' live the blues
before you can play the blues

I Am One

I cannot pose for what I am not
I only am what I am
I am one
and one is impure
one is imperfect
one is alone
one is unique
one is perfect
one is pure
it is up to one
and I am one
to make me who I am
I cannot pose for what I am not

God sees who I am
Man need not

The End Game

Just when I think
the shit can get no worse,
along comes Dane...
This cat has a story
that puts mine all to shame –
Seems we've walked
a parallel path,
in life, Dane and I,
- tried all the illicit, but
paying the 'cabbie' now,
for the meter
we never stopped...
Yeah, we've seen music
and heard color too...
'Synesthesia' they named it
...we called it a trip
Dane and I, well
we seen Jesus too –
and a ghost or a few –
hell man, it's all the same...
when escape
is the name of the game
always climbing
for the highest high
never wanted to land
...again
we'll fall off early
is the price we'll pay
for not looking down,
see me and Dane,
we lose 'cause we played...
the end game