Winter white snowflakes falling down
On a sea of green
Dancing violets hazy blue
Lost inside a dream
Children’s laughter high and light
Circles all inside
Fill our ears with happy bleam
And save this turning tide.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Hope
Winter white snowflakes falling down
On a sea of green
Dancing violets hazy blue
Lost inside a dream
Children’s laughter high and light
Circles all inside
Fill our ears with happy bleam
And save this turning tide.
On a sea of green
Dancing violets hazy blue
Lost inside a dream
Children’s laughter high and light
Circles all inside
Fill our ears with happy bleam
And save this turning tide.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
She's Gone
It was a hot and dry September morn
When they locked lives and she was born
Sun was beating on the ground
What once was lost can not be found
It’s gone.
Red light ‘bove the street below
The clock struck 12 it’s time to go
Broken viles and sweat and tears
Broken wings and angel fears
It’s gone.
He’s in her heart
Under one sky
She’ll never live
To hear his lies
It’s gone.
Brilliant green reflects the day
Night keeps demons far away
Rainbow ‘neath the pot of gold
Story new but ages old
It’s gone.
Remember her when he walks by
Remember not and don’t ask why
Take her home if in your mind
And in his heart a peace you’ll find
Only it’s gone.
When they locked lives and she was born
Sun was beating on the ground
What once was lost can not be found
It’s gone.
Red light ‘bove the street below
The clock struck 12 it’s time to go
Broken viles and sweat and tears
Broken wings and angel fears
It’s gone.
He’s in her heart
Under one sky
She’ll never live
To hear his lies
It’s gone.
Brilliant green reflects the day
Night keeps demons far away
Rainbow ‘neath the pot of gold
Story new but ages old
It’s gone.
Remember her when he walks by
Remember not and don’t ask why
Take her home if in your mind
And in his heart a peace you’ll find
Only it’s gone.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Mole People
Deep under the catacombs
Of train and subway tunnels
That run the span of the city
Eighty times and back again
And seven stories deep.
Dark, damp and abandoned
Live a people
Derelict, dirty and isolated.
Self-exiled from the dangers above
Ranks in the thousands
Mole people
Never counted
Never count
Ask and they don’t exist
Least fear creeps above
Glowing eyes under trains.
What if that were you?
Of train and subway tunnels
That run the span of the city
Eighty times and back again
And seven stories deep.
Dark, damp and abandoned
Live a people
Derelict, dirty and isolated.
Self-exiled from the dangers above
Ranks in the thousands
Mole people
Never counted
Never count
Ask and they don’t exist
Least fear creeps above
Glowing eyes under trains.
What if that were you?
Monday, February 9, 2009
Future
What is the next step
When the factories have gone
And the steel mills have closed
And the mighty smoke stacks of Allentown
Cease to billow and blow?
When Flint is a ghost town
And Sacramento is gridlocked in red ink
When prisons reap more than schoolhouses
And a dollar won’t buy a cup of coffee
Here or in a third world country?
The next step is to stand
To rise above the masked oppression
The next step is to take back our freedom
And live the lives our forefathers intended…
Or is this it?
When the factories have gone
And the steel mills have closed
And the mighty smoke stacks of Allentown
Cease to billow and blow?
When Flint is a ghost town
And Sacramento is gridlocked in red ink
When prisons reap more than schoolhouses
And a dollar won’t buy a cup of coffee
Here or in a third world country?
The next step is to stand
To rise above the masked oppression
The next step is to take back our freedom
And live the lives our forefathers intended…
Or is this it?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Auntie Maya
On the corner
Outside the market
Near the trash can
Where the needles land
Sits Auntie Maya.
Regal as her name
Mighty in her stature
Five foot nothing
And just as wide.
She’s got change
For the faded gumballs
The after school crowd likes so much
They take her change
Or give her theirs spare
Buy the balls
Then dip ‘um in X
Float in the clouds o
Red, blue and green.
Outside the market
Near the trash can
Where the needles land
Sits Auntie Maya.
Regal as her name
Mighty in her stature
Five foot nothing
And just as wide.
She’s got change
For the faded gumballs
The after school crowd likes so much
They take her change
Or give her theirs spare
Buy the balls
Then dip ‘um in X
Float in the clouds o
Red, blue and green.
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