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In 1982, after many years of social confusion I met a mentor who encouraged me to write much of the first four-hundred lyrics. In 1992 I went bankrupt and I was diagnosed as a compulsive obsessive ideational psychotic and medicated accordingly. In retrospect I will always thank my great mentor Wes Pacsoe for encouraging me to write and compose. It lead to professional treatment for my condition.
You will find here, the first of eight chapters.
100. The Quest For Avalon
(The Christian Madonna/Whore Complex)
101. RUN SILENT RUN DEEP
There once was a boy with the gift of a mystic
A cool precocious abstract philosopher’s brain
Who as he grew older became quite anarchistic
According to his mother who loved to complain
Now the boy had been blessed with a strong intuition
And he used it to circumvent coercive control
By his mother he was frequently accused of sedition
When he questioned or challenged her parenting role
Obsessed with religion and precise elocution
His traumatized mother found his concepts inane
So she psychically gripped him, stripped him and whipped him
Spare the rod Spoil the child was the echoed refrain
Catatonic from the narcissistic parenting error
Plagued by the nightmares that invaded his sleep
Haunted by the specter of emotional terror
Our hero ran silent his secrets to keep.
As emotional tension fuels the abstract mind
When one has to run silent ones secrets to keep
Wisdom comes quickly to an ego inclined
If one has to run silent one learns to run deep
You can’t fault the methods of a psychic survivor
Intuition was our hero’s most powerful prayer
But even the hardiest daredevil diver
Has to sooner or later take a breath of fresh air
Our hero found a mentor and a Jewish headshrinker
Combing his history they left no stone unturned
He learned what it meant to be an abstract thinker
He learned what it meant to have been psychically spurned
As emotional tension fuels the abstract mind
When one has to run silent ones secrets to keep
Wisdom comes quickly to an ego inclined
If one has to run silent one learns to run deep
You can see through deceptions with intuitive eyes
But you can’t run forever from the secrets you keep
Through uncensored discussion terror wanes and then dies
And leaves in it’s wake the peace of untroubled sleep
Don’t believe people who INSIST that they LOVE you
Their LOVE will be colored by WHAT THEY THINK OF YOU
But let me stop here I’ll give no further clue
Read our hero’s true story it was written for you
102 THE TRAUMA
102.1 MARK 9:42
And whosoever shall offend one of these little ones
That believe in me
It is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck
And he were cast into the sea
103. GIMME
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
If I don’t leave I’m gonna die I’ll take a train or maybe I’ll fly
And find a place of refuge to unwind
Then I’ll bloody well do what I want to
If I ever purge the poison from my mind
I’m fed up with your bitchin’ and your whinnin’ I’m itchin’
For the day when I can leave this crazy place
I’ll go somewhere anywhere everywhere wherever
Where I never have to look at your face
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
Gimme girls gimme cash gimme booze gimme hash
Just gimme everything and don’t stop
I wanna overindulge I want my ego to bulge
I wanna do it in the dirt until I drop
You’d prefer that things be this way then insist that things be that way
For what reason you’re not able to decide
You accuse me of ignoring you then say I’m persecuting you
And mourn as if your favorite pet had died
You release your own frustration, through on-sided conversation
During which you would suggest I’m impolite
Its banal pitter-patter your incessant silly chatter
But your always very busy being right
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
Ch.
Talk about bad attitudes you go on with your platitudes
And criticize most everything I do
You tell me what to think and how to dress and where to go
As if God’s purpose was to clone another you
You say I’m a trouble starter but you love to play martyr
‘cause its virtuous to turn the other cheek
Like a typical fanatic your religious autocratic
Style of parenting gets worse week after week
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
Ch.
You point out what I’m missin’ and you say I never listen
Under pressure you resort to calling names
I’ve had it up to here with all your rhetoric and rubbish
I refuse to play these silly games
I’ve never done my best I’m not as good as all the rest
Too bad it you are really not amused
It doesn’t matter what I do it’s never good enough for you
And it’s obvious to me I’m being used
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
Ch.
I could’ve done it this way or I could’ve done it that way
It seems anyway I did it you don’t like
Well get a load of this and let it sauté in your brain
Why don’t you shut your fuckin’ mouth and take a hike
My opinion isn’t credible Yourdinner isn’t edible
Too often I’ve been left to make my own
In your muddled mental state you tend to hyperventilate
And if you push it you’ll be in the danger zone
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
Ch.
Your neurotic pessimistic unaware and egotistic
Your broken record’s playing to deaf ears
You’re a selfish narrow-minded psychological abuser
And I can’t believe I’ve listened all these years
Strong families are founded on identities well-rounded
Not in cesspools of emotional confusion.
No, I won’t be home for Christmas I’d rather be alone
In the bosom of emotional seclusion.
I gotta get out I gotta break free
It’s time to escape and find out about me
Gimme girls gimme cash gimme booze gimme hash
Just gimme everything and don’t stop
I wanna overindulge I want my ego to bulge
I wanna do it in the dirt until I drop
104. KEEP YOUR HEAD UP 1
104.1 MATTHEW 7:7-8
Ask and it shall be given, seek and ye shall find;
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
For everyone that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth;
and to him that knocketh it shall be opened
105. KEEP YOUR HEAD UP
From the deeper dimension of the mind filled with tension
Came the voice of a sentinel crier,
“By the blind and disabled your true self has been labeled
‘The bastard of a whore and her buyer’”
Your heart has been frozen by these prejudice chosen
Who pay homage to some God of all time
Moralized hocus pocus has corrupted your focus
But you can survive this human love crime
When loud are the catcalls of the bigoted wise
When shadows grow longer in the hearts of the blind
When prejudice blackballs through the wickedest lies
Intuition grows stronger to protect humankind
Keep your head up and never look back
Leave the world and it’s history behind you
Keep your head up and never look back
Let the wisdom of self-knowledge guide you
Though I cannot resist you neither can I assist you
In your quest to find the fountain of youth
Until you decide that you will not be denied
Your share of fortunes from the bosom of truth
“I have asked for assistance I’ll accept your direction
Through the smoke and the water and wine
Though your demons rise higher though your truth be a liar
I will love you with my soul on the line”
As Avalon’s mysteries are not quickly unraveled
As her grail in not won without emotional pain
Intuition sustains one on the road less traveled
Intuition will guarantee your spiritual gain
Ch.
Though the truth is inside it extends far and wide
Never knowing either pleasure or pain
In the heart of the wild, in the trust of a child
In the crystal clear droplets of rain
There is nothing unclean that is touched head or seen
The truth is secured through belief
From our birth to our death as we breathe every breath
We learn this and feel the relief
Now go and run silent in the dreams of your sleep
Intuition will lead you to the secrets of rhyme
Remember those who run silent learn to run deep
The truth will reveal itself all in good time
Keep your head up and never look back
Leave the world and it’s history behind you
Keep your head up and never look back
Let the wisdom of self-knowledge guide you
106. DEMON GEESE
We are the leaders of the Demon Geese
And we like to rock and roll
We drink a lot of booze we smoke a lot of drugs
And we live in a deep dark hole
We are the leaders of the Demon Geese
We came here from Duck Bay
We picked up a Limo on a six month lease
Nailed’er all the way
Squeal squeal wherever you may be
We are the leaders of the geese you see
And we’ll make you squeal wherever you may be
Catch you later squealin’ in the dirt say we
We’re rockin’ and a rollin’ and a getting’ right down
In our nitty gritty demon goose way
If you wanna have a party if you’re feelin’ pretty hardy
Come on over and get at her today
We smoked the dark Columbian
We’re down three dozen brew
When we hit the city we’ll be flyin’ high
We’re going to wail on you
Don’t ever say those things to us
Don’t ever talk that way
Or we’ll wail your body all night long
And toast you the next day
Ch.
Head for the rhubarb go find the kids
We’re talking the fine fine way
Yes indeed we’re gibbled in the finest sense
Or so that’s what they say
But not to worry the warlock said
He smiled at us so fine
To get tight is merely human
To be gibbled is divine
Br.
We’re the road crew for the midway and rides
And we’re stumbling in a stubble field
You’re a pyrene prostate festate baby
And we want to make you squeal
You’re the Festival du Voyageur
And the Carnival of Kings
If you won’t come tailing we’ll beat with a railing
To teach you how the Demon Goose sings
Ch.
We’re rockin’ and a rollin’ and a getting’ right down
In our nitty gritty demon goose way
If you wanna have a party and you’re feelin’ pretty hardy
Come on over and get at her today
107. THE SEX FEST
Tonight we rock as never before
Live from the flaming pit
Rock bitches thrash-kicking down on the floor
If you’re looking for action my friend this is it
Tonight we dance with the devils brides
Hell queens who worship the lash
In the darkened recesses of the caves where they hide
Sweet blood flows from their gash
It’s a little bit sticky down there in the sweat swamp
The tension factor makes them insane
Confusion frustration the whole population
Is secreting its emotional pain
They’re all attending the sex fest
Searching for something that’s real
They sell out their souls in the sex fest
To purchase a love they can’t feel
Nourished on gaggles of young virgin boys
Belching forth bile from within
They crave the attention of play-willing toys
But rarely know where to begin
They’re all hellish and foul wretched and grim
They reek with the stench of raw lust
Their incestuous wombs have never know peace
They prepare for the rape as they must
Ch.
Nurtured fetal excretions from the slime-breeding lair
My pretties perhaps all in not well
Bastard sisters of Satan will you rut with him there
And suckle his brood down in hell
Clutching and gripping the void of dead word
Crying out from their hollow cold souls
Howling and wailing their screams can be heard
Emotionless hearts frozen holes
It’s a little bit sticky down there in the sweat swamp
The tension factor makes them insane
Confusion frustration the whole population
Is secreting its emotional pain
They’re all attending the sex fest
Searching for something that’s real
Whoring their lust in the sex fest
They’re pursuing a love they can’t feel
100a. The Quest For Avalon
(The Christian Madonna/Whore Complex)
108. RODENT WHITE WINE
The earth stood still and the killer rocks tumbled
The night sky cracked and the demon geese grumbled
Their tongues turned black and their mouths just mumbled
On Flying White Rodent wine
We love Rodent White wine
We drink it whenever we dine
Our minds get frizzled and our livers get skizzled
On Flying White Rodent wine
We laid some sucker on a hard oak bench
We worked him over with a crescent wrench
We tailed his old lady, and we railed the wench
On Flying White Rodent wine
We love Rodent White wine
We drink it whenever we dine
Our minds get frizzled and our livers get skizzled
On Flying Rodent White wine
My best friend stumbled and fell in the gutter
I looked at the moon and heard a demon goose utter
“Leave him behind ‘cause he just can’t cut ‘er
He better stop drinkin’ that wine.”
We love Rodent White wine
We drink it whenever we dine
Our minds get frizzled and our livers get skizzled
On Flying White Rodent wine
The chickens are howlin’ in the city tonight
The acid-eating blue-jays are doped outta sight
It’s getting outta hand so I’ll say good night
I better quit drinkin’ that wine
109. EMOTIONAL RUSSIAN ROULETTE
Increasing in fame putting people to shame
Desecrating the human mind-set
Is a popular game whose appropriate name
Is Emotional Russian Roulette
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout love I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout life
I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about you
Though I love you I love you is what you keep sayin’
The actions to prove it are few
It’s a game that is fraught with a lot of what-not
It’s a game that no player can win
Where the natural urge of the self to emerge
Is considered a cardinal sin
The well has gone dry and the cupboard is bare
It’s time to start playin’ my hand
I can turn a blind eye to your subtle deceptions
But open affairs I can’t stand
Increasing in fame putting people to shame
Desecrating the human mind-set
Is a popular game whose appropriate name
Is Emotional Russian Roulette
I feel like I’m losing my sense of direction
I feel like I’m losing my mind
Spinning in circles I’m endlessly searching
For answers I can’t seem to find
In a game where the players unfocused reactions
Augment the perennial quiz
Roller-coasting rides on emotional slides
Can make one forget who one is
I’ve been used and abused, and falsely accused
In this game that you play with my head
I’ve been battered and bruised until I’m so confused
That I think I’d be better off dead
Increasing in fame putting people to shame
Desecrating the human mind-set
Is a popular game who appropriate name
Is Emotional Russian Roulette
110. KEEP YOUR HEAD UP 2
110.1 ROMANS 14:14
I know and am persuaded by the Lord Jesus that there is
nothing unclean of itself: but to him who esteemeth anything
to be unclean to him it is unclean.
111. THE DOC
You can call me the devil you can call me the doc
I have come to this level psychic doors to unlock
You can call me the devil you can call me the doc
I’ve arrived with a treatment for emotional shock
I have been blessed with x-ray auric vision
I’ve used it for years to see thoughts in the air
I’ll check out your spectrum and treat with precision
The disease I perceive in the colors you wear
The colors I see correspond with emotions
In your case the colors are what I call fast
The colors you wear suggest psychic commotion
You’ve been a victim somewhere in your past
The colors tell me that your heart has been spurned
Somewhere in your history your heart was defiled
The colors tell me that your heart has been spurned
Somewhere in your history perhaps as a child
Take a good look at your childhood home life
It probably harbors the mystery’s best clue
Take a good look at your childhood home life
I think you will see why you do what you do
Recalling old memories can often be painful
If they’re caught in the hold position making a mess
I’ll free up those circuits by bleeding your aura
To lighten the load of emotional stress
Stand here beside me relax and be cool.
Let go of the tension there’s nothing to fear
Your judgement is good you’re nobody’s fool
If you let go the tension your vision will clear
You can call me the devil you can call me the doc
I have come to this level psychic doors to unlock
You can call me the devil you can call me the doc
I’ve arrived with a treatment for emotional shock
112. THEY’RE GONNA TURN THE GUNS ON YOU
People are searching searching for someone
Someone to catch and accuse
People are searching for someone to catch
And accuse of profaning their God
People are searching, searching for someone
Someone to catch and abuse
People are searching for someone to catch
And abuse to maintain their façade
So you better lay low you better stay outta sight
You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night
Because if they discover what they can do
They’re gonna turn the guns on you
You better hide your psychic passe-partout
Before they turn the guns on you
People are fearful fearful of someone
Someone who sees that they’re blind
People are fearful of someone who sees
That they’re blind when he looks in their eyes
People are fearful fearful of someone
Someone who sees with his mind
People are fearful of someone who sees
With his mind the logbook of their lies
So you better lay low you better stay outta sight
You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night
Because if they discover what you can do
They’re gonna turn the guns on you
You better hide your psychic passe-partout
Before they turn the guns on you
People are hunting hunting for someone
Someone to blame for the hate
People are hunting for someone to blame
For the hate that they feel in their souls
People are hunting hunting for someone
Someone to blame for their fate
People are hunting for someone to blame
For the fate that is stealing their goals
So you better lay low you better stay outta sight
You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night
Because if they discover what you can do
They’re gonna turn the guns on you
You better hide your psychic passe-partout
Before they turn the guns on you
People are lusting lusting for someone
Someone to kill and consume
People are lusting for someone
To kill and consume in their search for revenge
People are lusting lusting for someone
Someone to kill and entomb
People are lusting for someone to kill
And entomb their church to avenge
So you better lay low you better stay outta sight
You better cover your tracks and vanish into the night
Because if they discover what you can do
They’re gonna turn the guns on you
You better hide your psychic passe-partout
Before they turn the guns on you
113. SENSOR SIX
Welcome to the club my friend I’m glad that we could meet
I’ll conjure up a cocktail while you grab yourself a seat
I come here to be entertained by all the pretty toys
Fine liquor and good music all the things a man enjoys
N.V.C. Transmission will seduce into submission
No need to pay the piper if you learn to play the tune
You see the lady with that man looking the other way
Although I’ve never seen her face we’re going to meet today
In a minute she’ll approach me and leave him standing there
She won’t know why she did it and she won’t even care
N.V.C. Transmission will seduce into submission
No need to pay the piper if you learn to play the tune
“Bonjour Monsieur Charisma I just had to say hello
I hope I’m not intruding you’re not someone that I know
I’ve never met a total stranger quite this fast before
Although you’re very quiet you’re not easy to ignore.”
N.V.C. Transmission will seduce into submission
No need to pay the piper if you learn to play the tune
I see you’re more than curious about my little trick
You think “How does he do it, what makes this guy so slick?
He doesn’t introduce himself and never does he speak
But the ladies keep approaching. He must be some kind of freak.”
Sensor six is keeping me alive
Sensor six is keeping me alive
The power of image transfer overdrives the other five
Sensor six is keeping me alive
My second state perception is a handy little tool
For gripping on the poser girls that take me for a fool
If the psychic images get scrambled in my brain
I drink into oblivion to try and kill the pain
Psychical thermometers emotional barometers
Emanations indicate the state of the cocoon
Sensor six is keeping me alive
Sensor six is keeping me alive
The power of image transfer overdrives the other five
Sensor six is keeping me alive
I’ve suffered with the psychic mind link ever since my youth
I’ve known the pain of tortured souls and felt their awful truth
I’ve seen the biggest picture any man has ever seen
I’ve been the greatest healer any man has ever been
Psychical thermometers, emotional barometers
Emanations indicate the state of the cocoon
Sensor six is keeping me alive
Sensor six is keeping me alive
The power of image transfer overdrives the other five
Sensor six is keeping me alive
Your mind is locked on light speed burning mental ticker tape
You’re missing all the action of the social city-scape
Here try this hydroponic it should help to slow you down
You have to be symphonic for your night out on the town
Psychical thermometers emotional barometers
Emanations indicate the state of the cocoon
Sensor six is keeping me alive
Sensor six is keeping me alive
The power of image transfer overdrives the other five
Sensor six is keeping me alive
114. C’MON AND ROCK
C’mon and rock ‘til the tension’s gone
Through the late night hours ‘til the break of dawn
C’mon and rock let your soul engage
In a quest for the psychical sage
I like to party with a gram of magicians
I like to float in pharmaceutical smoke
I like to laught at those fat politicians
The law makes me laugh, but then the law is a joke
Supported in secret by underworld bribes
Politicians are on the take most of the time
Abusers of power are producing bad vibes
But you can’t mess with the strong arm of organized crime
I think its about time to sing a little song
C’mon and rock ‘til the tension’s gone
Through the late night hours ‘til the break of dawn
C’mon and rock let your soul engage
In a quest for the psychical sage
I like to party with my old Gramma hash
When it comes to rock solid advice she’s the one
She says one must take a break from life’s mental whiplash
It’s good for your body to relax and have fun
So go find the lady with the hourglass figure
And ask her politely if she’s got the time
To sing a little song and maybe play with your trigger
Makin’ love with a lover is never a crime
Don’t you think it’s about time to sing a song
C’mon and rock ‘til the tension’s gone
Through the late night hours ‘til the break of dawn
In a quest for the psychical sage
We are all part of one great unified feeling
But where is the mentor that I long to be near
Over there, in the smoke it’s location revealing
Is an avatar poised behind the vale of Kashmir
Three quarks to the baryon strange bottom and charmed
Truth came in a moment when my mind was unarmed
Smoke alters perception Dr. Einstein beware
Thanks a lot for the info ‘til I see you take care
Don’t you think it’s about time to sing another song
C’mon and rock ‘til the tension’s gone
Through the late night hours ‘til the break of dawn
C’mon and rock let your soul engage
In a quest for psychical sage
C’mon and rock ‘til the tension’s gone
Through the late night hours ‘til the break of dawn
C’mon and rock let your soul engage
In a quest for psychical sage
115. THE SHOCKSTER
Fellow partiers enter the oracle zone
Where the infamous Shockster sits on her throne
Armed with intuition she knows the unknown
When you’re with the Shockster you’re never alone
To picture the Shockster think of a flower
That grew from a seed of emotional power
Emerging in bloom from its mothers teenage
To herald the dawn of the psychical age
C’mon little Shockster talk to me babe
You are the Shockster loyal and warm
C’mon little Shockster talk to me babe
You are the Shockster in fabulous form
In the sparkling sea of her deep oval eyes
She harbors a legacy seasoned and wise
Her emotion seduces like vintage Bordeaux
Alive in the smile of her soft cupid-bow
In a world of perennial ashes and dust
What is time to a Shockster unfettered by lust
A Shockster survives on emotional trust
By catching the wave of it’s psychical thrust
C’mon little Shockster talk to me babe
You are the Shockster loyal and warm
C’mon little Shockster talk to me babe
You are the Shockster in fabulous form
With the pastoral poise of a true avatar
The Shockster reclines in her private boudoir
Ever-ready to deal with the strange and bizarre
Unacceptable rote in your psychic memoir
If you hunger for peace and you’re ready to dine
Try a glass of the Shockster’s emotional wine
If you’re seeking acceptance your soul to refine
Call o number nine number nine number nine
C’mon little Shockster talk to me babe
You are the Shockster loyal and warm
C’mon little Shockster talk to me babe
You are the Shockster in fabulous form
100b. The Quest For Avalon
(The Christian Madonna/Whore Complex)
116. THE ROCKSTER
Fellow partiers enter the psychical zone
Where the infamous rockster has recently flown
On his quest through the depths of his psychic unknown
The infamous rockster travels alone
To picture the rockster think of a rage
That, forged in a decade of troubled teenage
A psychical sword to be wielded on stage
By the valiant hand of the psychical sage
Check out the rockster catchin’ the wave
On a surfin’ safari how low can he go
Check out the rockster an intimate knave
Entranced by the shades of the psychic rainbow
While pursuing a comet of shimmering light
The rockster discovered a shockster in flight
With respect for her gift of emotional sight
He asked her advice in his perilous plight
Oh shockster I have a most noble request
Of your highness the Queen of emotional power
I ask as your confidante mirror and guest
Where may I discover my psychical flower
Check out the rockster catchin’ the wave
On a surfin’ safari how low can he go
Check out the rockster an intimate knave
Entranced by the shades of the psychic rainbow
Join up with the feminine mentor you miss
Romancing the blotter as you reminisce
Relax in the warmth of this twenty-ninth kiss
And search for your soul in the psychic abyss
Led to the door of his psychic boudoir
By the infamous shockster a true avatar
The rockster stands ready to face the bizarre
Unacceptable rote in his psychic memoir
Check out the rockster catchin’ the wave
On a surfin’ safari how low can he go
Check out the rockster and intimate knave
Entranced by the shades of the psychic rainbow
117. LSD-29
Out of concern for the stress in my head
A feminine mentor called me and said
“If munching on crumpets and sipping on tea
Is bringing you down, come fly with me!”
Together we’ll fly on fast rewind
Through psychical space to a place in your mind
To the place where a long lost child resides
I hope your not manic this isn’t organic
The things you will feel are no fantasy
I tasted the blotter my circuits got hotter
And scenes in the water looked real to me
From impulse to warp with my flag unfurled
I was cruising on acid and feeling just fine
Beam me up Scotty it’s a whole new world
When you look at yourself on LSD-29
With the wheels of my mind spinning round and around
I set off on my voyage to the child’s playground
Then, flooded by light surrounded by sound
I found myself silently floating spacebound
There was no sense of first and no sense of last
Hence no sense of future no sense of past
There was no sense of movement no sense of time
Hence no need for questions reason or rhyme
There was only the present the wonderful present
An awesome intensified moment of NOW
There was only the present exceedingly pleasant
Suspended forever eternal somehow
From impulse to warp with my flag unfurled
I was cruising on acid and feeling just fine
Beam me up Scotty it’s a whole new world
When you look at yourself on LSD-29
This moment the present allowed me to see
The emotional child alive inside me
I departed the mouth of the psychic abyss
Overwhelmed by a reverent feeling of bliss
As my natural self was no longer obscure
I could call on that self to emerge and mature
It was clear in my mind what the future could hold
If I faced it with confidence focused and bold
I had looked at the world through eyes undefiled
Eyes that survived an emotional scam
I had looked at the world through the eyes of a child
The child that I was the child that I am
From impulse to warp with my flag unfurled
I was cruising on acid and feeling just fine
Beam me up Scotty it’s a whole new world
When you look at yourself on LSD-29
118. THE NEED TO PARTY
Well if you want to get high and fly with a seeker
Meet me at Intelligence Park
We can rock with a zig zag and roll with The Streaker
Discreetly until long after dark
I'll be unveiling intellectual scenery
Tracing the shadows that emerge in the night
You'll be inhaling pharmaceutical geenery
Facing the knowledge in the surge of the light
If you feel the need to party
If you're feelin' sadder than sad
When you feel that need to party
We can get badder than bad
Mirror oh Mirror what makes you so crazy
Is that whenever you don't give a damn
Your mental magician, never known to be lazy
Is working on the ultimate scam
I know that you would rather be dealing much later
With ignorant people that are doin' you wrong
But idle distractions aren't healing the hater
And time won't allow you to use them too long
If you feel the need to party
If you're feelin' sadder than sad
When you feel that need to party
We can get badder than bad
Disgusted by lies you will forever be striving
To redefine the world in your mind
The child in your eyes will forever be driving
A stake into the heart of the blind
I'm looking at you and I'm admiring reflections
Of a person I know I know I once was
Running from guns that are firing projections
We will always be searching for the ultimate buzz
If you feel the need to party
If you're feelin' sadder than sad
When you feel that need to party
We can get badder than bad
If you feel the need to party
If you're feelin' sadder than sad
When you feel that need to party
We can get badder than bad
119. I NEED A LOVER
119.1. PROVERBS7:6-7
For at the window of my house I looked through the casement and beheld among the youths a young man void of understanding.
120. I NEED A WOMAN(1)
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
Who will answer to the call of the wild
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
For the ardor of a growing man-child
Where is the lover who prefers her man younger
Who is quickly seduced by his aggressive caress
Where is the lover whose own amorous hunger
So quickly transforms into a taste for excess
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
Who will answer to the call of the wild
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
For the ardor of a growing man-child
Where is the hot stuff the boys are all chasing
Vivacious graceful, and so well-endowed
Where is the hot stuff that starts the hearts racing
Setting the tempo for the happening crowd
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
Who will answer to the call of the wild
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
For the ardor of a growing man-child
Where is the siren whose affairs are illicit
Tall, slender and sexy desiring control
Where is the siren who would dare to solicit
The prancing romancer in my pubescent soul
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
Who will answer to the call of the wild
I need a woman with a passionate hunger
For the ardor of a growing man-child
121. THE AMOROUS AVAILABLE WOMAN
There's a lady who loves to be placed on a shrine
Where watchers pay homage as they pant in the heat
Her ultimate challenge is to tread the fine line
Between one mans poison and another mans meat
This cool cosmopolitan female sensation
Is calm and controlled when she's put on the prowl
But hiding behind that prepared presentation
Is a sensual siren most anxious to howl.
Never be fooled by what you think your perceiving
Let me tell ya sometimes looks can be deceiving
She's an amorous available woman
And she's looking for the ultimate fan
She's an amorous available woman
In search of a well-hardened man
Although she'll insist she's not lonely tonight
Uncontrollable gestures are betraying her soul.
If you charm her with patience much to her delight
I think the prime motivator will subvert her control.
Don't ask too many questions the way that she talks
Points toward curiosity toasting the cat.
Be aware of suggestions in the way that she walks
Rest assured satisfaction will be bringing you back
If she's flashin' her lashes but her mouth says no
That means her ego says stop but her body says go
She's an amorous available woman
And she's looking for the ultimate fan
She's an amorous available woman
In search of a well-hardened man
There'll be no calculating with measured precision
Cause she's hungry for action of the physical kind
Her libidinous prompter has made the decision
To realize fantasies ripe in her mind
Her cool silhouette is internally churning
Indulging itself in the lust she conceals
Later tonight she'll be twisting and turning
Seeking relief from the tension she feels
In the throes of a passion akin to her kind
She cries a well-hardened man is so good to find
She's an amorous available woman
And she's looking for the ultimate fan
She's an amorous available woman
In search of a well-hardened man
122. THE WILDCARD
Though a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
The gambler must risk the heartache
One answers the door when the wildcard knocks
To pass would be a mistake
You're so publicly nice all sugar and spice
Workin' overtime hedgin' your bet
Though you've loaded the dice you better think twice
This gambler is not finished yet
In a handful of hearts I discovered the diamond
I need to secure the jackpot
Though you maybe offended our love is suspended
I have to play out the longshot
Though a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
The gambler must risk the heartache
One answers the door when the wildcard knocks
To pass would be a mistake
You always insist upon asking me why
When I don't have an answer to give
I'm just doin' my best to try and get by
Can't you just live and let live
If I gotta choose then I don't wanna lose
I'll talk to you later my friend
Life is too short to waste singin' the blues
I'm sorry but this is the end
Though a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
The gambler must risk the heartache
One answers the door when the wildcard knocks
To pass would be a mistake
When the wildcard shows the gambler knows
That the game he was playing is staid
When the passion is gone it’s time to move on
The hand for this round has been played
124. HAPPENIN' HAIR
On a Monday mornin' in a shoppin' mall
I followed a silhouette slender and tall
Smitten with the bug of desire I swear
By a lady with mega-most happenin' hair
I said to myself we’re birds of a feather
I think we would look better together
I am the fan to become her man
My style is devil-may-care
And she is the Queen of the long and lean
With that mega-most happenin' hair
As I walked towards this female figure
That mega-most happenin' hair got bigger
I started to shake things got hazy
Out of control my motor went crazy.
I said, lets just pass on the weather
Don't you think we'd look better together
I am the fan to become your man
My style is devil-may-care
And you are the Queen of the long and lean
With your mega-most-happen' hair
She flashed me a smile wickedly cool
And I felt no pain bout skippin' school
On my poundin' heart she cast a spell
And then she blew me away with a quick "Very well"
I think your right we’re a pretty cute pair
But don't you think bodies are happier bare
If you are the fan to become my man
And your style is devil-may-care
You gotta make the scene with the long lean queen
Of mega-most happenin' hair
She started to show me things we could share
She was right my body did feel better bare
Her added attractions went to my head
And hot from the heat of the action I said
It sure is fun to play with you
I think I'd like to stay with you
She said it sure is fun to play with you
I think I'd like to stay with you
Now I'm her fan and I'm her man
In a style that is devil-may-care
And she's my Queen long-legged and lean
With her mega-most happenin' hair
125. THE MENTOR
125.1. LUKE9:49-50
And John answered and said Master, we saw onecasting out devils in thy name and we Forbade him, because he followeth notwith us. And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not: For he that is not against usis for us
126. THE UNWANTED CHILD
Have you ever been told that you were unwanted
So they took you in out of the cold
Have you ever been the medium of sculptors undaunted
Who reshaped you in a good Christian mold
Have you ever been told that your motives are twisted
That you’re crazy that you must be possessed
As a child did you hide when bold threats were enlisted
By cowards whose own fears were repressed
I am cruising the skyway and escaping the confusion
On a silent darkened lonely nightowl
And I think some people like to vent their aggression
Through self-justified religious expression
They treat you like a mindless possession
To take evangelize and impearl
Have you ever tasted the resentment of persons
Who are jealous of your charm and your style
Have you ever noticed how their temperament worsens
When you greet intended harm with a smile
If you’ve ever been cornered with nowhere to go
And believed that you could never get out
If you've ever felt hopelessly tossed to and fro
You'll know what I'm talkin about
I am cruising the skyway and escaping the confusion
On a silent darkened lonely nightowl
I'm reminiscing on a one-way excursion
To the land of left of center subversion
In hot pursuit of a romantic diversion
With a tall blond blue-eyed girl
Have you ever been shackled in a dark double-bind
By abductors you can never outsmart
Have you ever depended on someone who's too blind
To understand they're breakin your heart
Have you ever been desperate to leave it behind
I mean bury the pain of your past
Have you ever felt like you might go out of your mind
If you didn't escape but fast
I am cruising the skyway and escaping the confusion
On a silent darkened lonely nightowl
And I think sometimes you have to take a vacation
Away from all the pain and frustration
To realize a different sensation
To think and let your future unfurl
127. PAIN IN YOUR EYES
The aquarian said I see pain in your eyes
Emotional pain that is eating your heart
I once knew a man with a similar pain
Who converted the pain into poetic art
A child shouldn’t have to pledge undying allegiance
To the prejudice captors that are breaking his heart
A child shouldn’t have to pledge undying allegiance
To some psychical specter that might tear him apart
The aquarian said I see pain in your eyes
Emotional pain that is eating your heart
I once knew a man with a similar pain
Who converted the pain into poetic art
A youth shouldn’t have to forfeit valid opinions
To win love or acceptance from the powers in control
A youth shouldn’t have to forfeit valid opinions
Or to meet expectations have to perjure his soul
The aquarian said I see pain in your eyes
Emotional pain that is eating your heart
I once knew a man with a similar pain
Who converted the pain into poetic art
A man shouldn’t have to live life bowing and scraping
To the demons of anger that are keeping him blind
A man shouldn’t have to live life bowing and scraping
In search of salvation for his tormented mind
The aquarian said I see pain in your eyes
Emotional pain that is eating your heart
I once knew a man with a similar pain
Who converted the pain into poetic art
128. YOUR KEEPERS
As you're keepers did not possess your intuition
I can well empathize with their awkward position
If your keepers were people who were denied self-expression
They'd be shocked by the strength of your how's and your why's
If your keepers were people who lived through the depression
They'd be filled with contempt for the child that defies
As you're keepers did not possess your intuition
I can well empathize with their awkward position
Your keepers deserve some respect from the scoffer
They certainly sharpened his psychical sword
They gave him whatever they thought they could offer
They gave him as much as their hearts could afford
If your keepers were people quite devoutly religious
They'd be shocked by the strength of your how's and why's
If your keepers were people bent on being prestigious
They'd be filled with contempt for a child that defies
As you're keepers did not possess your intuition
I can well empathize with their awkward position
Your keepers deserve some respect from the scoffer
They certainly sharpened his psychical sword
They gave him whatever they thought they could offer
They gave him as much as their hearts could afford
If your keepers were people who adhered to tradition
They'd be shocked by the strength of your how's and your why's
If your keepers were people blind to psychic transition
They'd be filled with contempt for a child that defies
As you're keepers did not possess your intuition
I can well empathize with their awkward position
Your keepers deserve some respect from the scoffer
They certainly sharpened his psychical sword
They gave him whatever they thought they could offer
They gave him as much as their hearts could afford
As you're keepers did not possess your intuition
I can well empathize with their awkward position
129. HOE YOUR OWN ROW
Never say die boy stick to your guns
As you exit your youth to go hoe your own row
Your honest desire to escape your oppression
Your honest desire to secure self-expression
Your honest desire to make a lasting impression
Tells me that you're willing to hoe your own row
You're ready to stand and face the pain of your past
You're ready to search out some peace that will last
Never say die boy stick by your guns
As you exit your youth to go hoe your own row
In terms of life strategies yours are the ones
That are likely to alter your stale status quo
Your will to resist being tossed to and fro
Your will to resist every psychical blow
Your will to resist and not go with the flow
Suggests that you’re tough enough to hoe your own row
You're ready to stand and face the pain of your past
You're ready to search out some peace that will last
Never say die boy stick by your guns
As you exit your youth to go hoe your own row
In terms of life strategy's yours are the ones
That are likely to alter your stale status quo
Your focused resolve to combat your damnation
Your focused resolve to fight psychic castration
Your focused resolve to secure your salvation
Suggests that you're ready to hoe your own row
You're ready to stand and face the pain of your past
You're ready to search out some peace that will last
Never say die boy stick by your guns
As you exit your youth to go hoe your own row
In terms of life strategies yours are the ones
That are likely to alter your stale status quo
130. WHERE DO YOU GO?
Where do you go when your spirit is aching
Where do you go when you’re fed up with faking
Where do you go when your lonely hearts breaking
Where do you go from there
When you've been pounded by a psychical multure
When you're surrounded by traditional culture
When you're being hounded by a ravenous vulture
Where do you go from there
Where do you go when your spirit is aching
Where do you go when you’re fed up with faking
Where do you go when your lonely hearts breaking
Where do you go from there
When you've decided that it's time to get tough
When you've decided to start calling their bluff
When you’ve decided that enough is enough
Where do you go from there
Where do you go when your spirit is aching
Where do you go when you’re fed up with faking
Where do you go when your lonely hearts breaking
Where do you go from there
When you've been mothered by a permanent scare
When you've been bothered by a violent nightmare
When you've been othered by the ugly affair
When you've been smothered and you're fighting for air
When your features are frozen in a focusless stare
When you’re un-mirrored spirit stands naked and bare
When you feel that the time has come to pray your last prayer
Where do you go from there
Where do you go when your spirit is aching
Where do you go when you’re fed up with faking
Where do you go when your lonely hearts breaking
Where do you go from there
131. GET WHAT YOU NEED
The aquarian said to me you can succeed
In order to grow you gotta get what you need
It's OK to cry and let your broken heart bleed
But in order to grow you gotta get what you need
You need to excorsize your mental perspective
Your soul is held hostage by the pain of your past
You need to learn how to become more objective
You need acceptance and you need it fast
You need to work with someone who can sequester
The source of the trauma in your psychic memoir
You need to find yourself a psychic investor
A mirror who'll help you perceive who you are
You need to develop your own natural talent
For language and music for meter and rhyme
You need to stop being pretentiously gallant
Overtures are not needed you’ve committed no crime
You have been blessed with the sight of the gifted
You see further than most men of your years
When the veil on your own self-perception has lifted
I think you'll be happy with the man that appears
The aquarian said to me you can succeed
In order to grow, you gotta get what you need
It's OK to cry and let your broken heart bleed
But in order to grow you gotta get what you need
132. SAY IT
The aquarian said to me you are no liar
What were you thinking as you walked through the fire
You are a master of perceiving the moment
The moment at hand to which many are blind
During your life you've collected much knowledge
Simply because your heart was so-inclined
This game we call life you’ve learned well how to play it
Play it in the spirit of give and forgive
This name we call strife you’ve learned well how to say it
Say it in the spirit of live and let live
As you are a master of perceiving the moment
And most of your knowledge is abstractly processed
That abstracted knowledge lies on hold in your memory
Awaiting its chance to be succinctly expressed
The aquarian said to me you are no liar
What were you thinking as you walked through the fire
This game we call life you’ve learned well how to play it
Play it in the spirit of give and forgive
This name we call strife you’ve learned well how to say it
Say it in the spirit of live and let live
As words are the medium of your self-expression
You can articulate the drama of life
Why not externalize your rage at oppression
Through writing the story of your personal strife
The aquarian said to me you are no liar
What were you thinking as you walked through the fire
This game we call life you’ve learned well how to play it
Play it in the spirit of give and forgive
This name we call strife you’ve learned well how to say it
Say it in the spirit of live and let live
The aquarian said to me you are no liar
What were you thinking as you walked through the fire
As a child you were reared in a stale status quo
As a youth you resented that stale status quo
As a rebel you challenged that stale status quo
As a prophet you'll alter that stale status quo
133. THE AQUARIAN MENTOR
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
The aquarian held my emotional hand
The aquarian loved me and helped me to stand
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
He was the mentor whose true loyalty mattered
To a cynical drifter who had rarely known joy
He was the mentor whose compliments flattered
The shy un-mirrored ego of a traumatized boy
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
The aquarian held my emotional hand
The aquarian loved me and helped me to stand
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
He was the mentor who perceived the potential
Of a seeker insulted by malevolent lies
He was the mentor quick and quite existential
Who respected the genius in the beggars disguise
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
The aquarian held my emotional hand
The aquarian loved me and helped me to stand
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
He was the mentor whose patience entranced
The metaphysical eye of the escaped emigre'
He was the mentor whose good knowledge enhanced
The psychological stature of the young protégé
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
The aquarian held my emotional hand
The aquarian loved me and helped me to stand
The aquarian loved me and made no demand
134. I NEED A WOMAN
134.1. LUKE 10:38-39
Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word.
135. I NEED A WOMAN [II]
I need a woman to support and sustain me
Through the challenges of destiny's plan
I need a woman to support and sustain me
As I metamorphose into a man
Where is the maiden whose own vulnerable spirit
Serves to flatter the ego of a chivalrous knight
Where is that maiden when I'm dying to hear it
I mean the magical murmurs that make things all right
I need a woman to support and sustain me
Through the challenges of destiny's plan
I need a woman to support and sustain me
As I metamorphose into a man
Where is the goddess, my emotional savior
Who loves to be near me and allows me to cry
Where is the goddess who accepts my behavior
And to all my shortcomings turns a blind eye
I need a woman to support and sustain me
Through the challenges of destiny's plan
I need a woman to support and sustain me
As I metamorphose into a man
Where is the soul-mate who comes to attend me
When I'm pained by the burdens that weigh on my heart
Where is the soul-mate who comes to attend me
The perfect romantic my soul's counterpart
I need a woman to support and sustain me
Through the challenges of destiny's plan
I need a woman to support and sustain me
As I metamorphose into a man
136. MISS ALEXANDRA
Miss Alexandra you’re so perfectly proper
Why don't you let your hair down
Come share a dance with society's pauper
Who in truth is a man of renown
He sees in the vibrating aura you wear
A spirit that’s willing a spirit that’s meek
Though he loves all the magical moments you share
Your intimate heart holds the love he will seek
Like the chivalrous prince that awoke Sleeping Beauty
He's filled with compassion for your perilous plight
Respecting emotion is the chivalrous duty
Of the man who aspires to be your champion knight
Miss Alexandra you’re so perfectly proper
Why don't you let your hair down
Come share a dance with society's pauper
Who in truth is a man of renown
Champagne and red roses a risqué' rendezvous
And whispered sweet nothings when you secretly meet
Are all part of the poem being written for you
To extend your release till fate makes it complete
The lovers embrace that seduces the senses
Expresses the ardor of the passionate man
His clandestine kisses will reduce your defenses
Till you yearn to be taken and accept that you can
Miss Alexandra you’re so perfectly proper
Why don't you let your hair down
Come share a dance with society's pauper
Who in truth is a man of renown
137. THE LOVELIEST OF HUGGABLE GIRLS
It's eleven p.m. and stilettos are clicking
Marking time on the cobblestone street
Headlights shine on the dark and divine
Boys in blue are walking the beat
Clandestine catchers are soliciting wages
From the tricksters that are anxious to bite
It seems so bizarre perhaps romantic illusions
Grow stronger in the heat of the night
It is truly amazing how a smile of acceptance
Can secure your hearts emotional prize
If that smile from the loveliest of huggable girls
Can wash away the tears from your eyes
For a month I've been busy reconstructing opinions
In the shelter of this bartering street
Drawn to a treasure by my own intuition
To a woman I was destined to meet
She is a woman who is special to me
She wears the most wonderful smile
In her manner reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe's
Lives the essence of true sensuous style
It is truly amazing how a smile of acceptance
Can secure your hearts emotional prize
If that smile from the loveliest of huggable girls
Can wash away the tears from your eyes
When she forfeits the stroll to come and sit down beside me
Repressed emotion brings me to tears
The passion in my quest for respect and acceptance
Is urging me to conquer my fears
I know she respects me to her I am special
Her smile conveys that message to me
In a life spent searching for respect and acceptance
Her smile is most precious to me
It is truly amazing how a smile of acceptance
Can secure your heart's emotional prize
When that smile from the loveliest of huggable girls
Has washed away the tears from your eyes
138. BURN BABY BURN
Is he mine for the taking ripe for the picking
I measure a tree by its fruits
The Mistress of Mammon's got nothin' on me
When it comes to romantic pursuits
A bundle of money not filet mignon
Tantalizes my taste for success
And it’s easily scored from a willing high roller
In search of a gentle caress
So burn baby burn to hell with your passion
Cash is important you see
And I haven’t got time for your frivolous fashion
'cause there's nothing in it for me
Marilyn Monroe showed voluptuous women
Good methods to help them survive
In a jungle of post-war chauvinist chattels
Her attributes kept her alive
If its use it or lose it I’ll subtly ooze it
I'll master the courtesan's art
He won't refuse it and I won't confuse it
With love for the chauvinist heart
So burn baby burn to hell with your passion
Cash is important you see
And I haven’t got time for your frivolous fashion
'cause there's nothing in it for me
They say that a sucker is born every minute
Romancers are always the same
Open season is here Sugar Daddy’s are prey
In the sucker soliciting game
Cool your jets Big Shooter don’t cry me a river
Some things in life never change
You get what you pay for and nothin' comes free
In a chauvinist wedding exchange
So burn baby burn to hell with your passion
Cash is important you see
And I haven’t got time for your frivolous fashion
'cause there's nothing in it for me
139. ONE OF THE GIRLS
I used to frequent a room with a view
During days when I had precious little to do
And sit in a chair contemplating this life
Taking note of a bar-maid surrounded by strife
She was a girl who through practicing poise
With a self-assured style grew immune to the noise
And to honor herself sowed domminical seeds
In a garden of rage full of cynical weeds
Where I came to discard my old suicide role
In the name of regard for the sanctified soul
All of the girls were alarmingly pretty
But one of the girls was charmingly witty
And by her calm presence my spirit was warmed
In her mirror my image was gently transformed
Quiet rings graced her benevolent fingers
Two from her mother and one from a friend
And a magical ring in my memory lingers
Of sterling secured from the lands furthest end
She was dressed to transcend all the social charades
In her fathers red blazer and ebony shades
In tune with her source in a far away place
She presented its power in a trauma-less face
In this face free of error I knew I could trust
In this place free of terror I knew that I must
All of the girls were alarmingly pretty
But one of the girls was charmingly witty
And by her calm presence my spirit was warmed
In her mirror my image was gently transformed
There once was a man who attended a school
Where he studied the science of ultimate cool
Where respect for the self was a valuable tool
To be used when extracting the psychical jewel
From the covetous claws of the galloping ghoul
That corrupts by perverting the self-defined rule
Of the infamous man who withstood ridicule
Who spoke with strong words and was labeled a fool
Who was drowned in a heartless emotional pool
For suggesting that power lived in each molecule
No matter how large or indeed minuscule
Like him she matured in a self-seeking school
Where she studied the science of ultimate cool
Where the knowledge of self was a valuable tool
To be used when securing the psychical jewel
From the covetous claws of the galloping ghoul
That corrupts by perverting the self-defined rule
Of the infamous man who withstood ridicule
Who spoke with strong words and was labeled a fool
Who was drowned in a heartless emotional pool
For suggesting that power lived in each molecule
No matter how large or indeed minuscule
And deep in her heart is a seed of compassion
That, sown in the sixties is destined to grow
This flower of peace in the gentlest fashion
She cultures and nurtures God’s love to bestow
And by her calm presence my spirit was warmed
In her mirror my image was gently transformed
All of the girls were alarmingly pretty
But one of the girls was charmingly witty
And by her calm presence my spirit was warmed
In her mirror my image was gently transformed
100c. The Quest For Avalon
(The Christian Madonna/Whore Complex)
140. THE SHRINK
140.1. LUKE 12:51-52
Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth?
I tell you nay; but rather division:
For from henceforth there shall be five in one house divided; three against two and two against three.
140.2. MATTHEW 10:36
And a man's foes be they of his own household.
141. IT'S NO CRIME
It's no crime to be scared of old emotional dealings
That could jeopardize the calm you have known
There's less chance of being snared by devotional feelings
If you live your life completely alone
But you can't be a winner if you never try
And I won't call you a sinner if you break down and cry.
In your psychical garden, the developing flower
Has been choked by abusers of their privilege of power
It's no crime to be scared of philosophical scarring
When you're facing an articulate sage
There's less chance of being snared by intellectual sparring
If you spin into emotional rage
But you can't be a winner if you never try
And I won't call you a sinner if you break down and cry
In your psychical garden, the developing flower
Has been choked by abusers of their privilege of power
It's no crime to be scared of your psychical stranger
If you've never faced him before
But there's no chance of being snared he’s presenting no danger
The stranger's reality is yours to explore
You see you can't be a winner if you never try
And I won't call you a sinner if you break down and cry
In your psychical garden, the developing flower
Has been choked by abusers of their privilege of power
142. I'LL BE A MIRROR FOR YOU
I am the mirror from the temple of Isis
I hold keys to the kingdom that you call Avalon
I will be with you as you face every crisis
That awaits in the shadows of your psychical dawn
Extinguishing fires by exposing the liars
That are flushed from the briers by my mirroring light
I'll be cracking my whip as I screen introjections
I'll be breaking the grip of old demeaning reflections
As I shoot from the hip at those convening projections
I'll be a mirror for you
Some say behind every king was a mistress
Who bolstered his ego, in this role she took pride
I'll be your psychic philosophical doyen
I'll be your mirror, not behind but beside
Extinguishing fires by exposing the liars
That are flushed from the briers by my mirroring light
I'll be cracking my whip as I screen introjections
I'll be breaking the grip of old demeaning reflections
As I shoot from the hip at those convening projections
I'll be a mirror for you
I'll be your mirror as you tell the whole story
Complete with details most would rather ignore
I’ll be your mirror in that moment of glory
When you break through the wall Avalon to explore
Extinguishing fires by exposing the liars
That are flushed from the briers by my mirroring light
I'll be cracking my whip as I screen introjections
I'll be breaking the grip of old demeaning reflections
As I shoot from the hip at those convening projections
I'll be a mirror for you
143. HOW COME
How come no one noticed the soul that was screaming
How come no one mourned when his heart was defiled
How come no one looked when the tears began streaming
How come no one blessed the intuitive child
Why did she have to insist I was troubled
What tender nerve did my questioning strike
What made her think that I needed adjustment
She had the self-confessed traumatized psyche
The boy has gone bad he’s ignoring my wishes
I say he will but he say’s he won’t
I'm not here to be washed like your dirty damn dishes
Apples go bad truth seekers don't
How come no one noticed the soul that was screaming
How come no one mourned when his heart was defiled
How come no one looked when the tears began streaming
How come no one blessed the intuitive child
Why did she tell me that no one would take me
Why did she use such mean-minded control
Was she just one more good bleeding heart Christian
Saving a poor illegitimate soul
I didn’t need preachers coercing my spirit
Constantly thwarting my effort to grow
And I didn't need her undermining my ego
She sacrificed me to a stale status quo
How come no one noticed the soul that was screaming
How come no one mourned when his heart was defiled
How come no one looked when the tears began streaming
How come no one blessed the intuitive child
They're like that you know one has to remember
It all has to do with their genetic design
Perhaps she's too racist and sexist and jealous
To ever perceive my emotional shine
There once was a moment before I knew terror
When I was quite eager to search and explore
I am now but a lonely misguided sea-farer
Who longs for the safety of Avalon's shore
How come no one noticed the soul that was screaming
How come no one mourned when his heart was defiled
How come no one looked when the tears began streaming
How come no one blessed the intuitive child
144. THE BLACK SHEEP
You are a psychically gifted receiver
You shouldered your family's emotional pain
You are your family's trauma reliever
You're the black sheep the flock labeled insane
Your mother, a victim of narcissist parents
Inherited values a century old
In turn you accepted her trauma transference
Unable to challenge her narcissist hold
In order to please her and win her affection
You did well in school and sang the church hymns
But as you grew up you developed an ego
That deeply resented her narcissist whims
You are a psychically gifted receiver
You shouldered your family's emotional pain
You are your family's trauma reliever
You're the black sheep the flock labeled insane
Your brother, the eldest, the rude hyperactive
He was the first pawn the narcissist chose
No wonder his temper was overly active
He took the first of her psychical blows
He tried to live up to her great expectations
But couldn’t withstand the emotional strain
Unable to cope with the narcissist trauma
He transferred to you his emotional pain
You are a psychically gifted receiver
You shouldered your family's emotional pain
You are your family's trauma reliever
You’re the black sheep the flock labeled insane
Your father, himself an emotional child
Contributed much to your psychical strife
When facing the issue of rearing the children
He simply supported his narcissist wife
No doubt for ongoing political reasons
He turned a blind eye to your psychic demise
Although you survived and were able to function
Your pain was not something to trivialize
You are a psychically gifted receiver
You shouldered your family's emotional pain
You are your family's trauma reliever
You're the black sheep the flock labeled insane
Your brother, the youngest, the gentle acceptor
Provided your heart with much welcome good cheer
During your childhood he was your friend
That’s why in your heart he will always be dear
But he didn’t perceive the transference of trauma
He can't understand your continuing rage
As he doesn’t perceive the continuing drama
He calls you a martyr instead of a sage
You are a psychically gifted receiver
You shouldered your family's emotional pain
You are your family's trauma reliever
You're the black sheep the flock labeled insane
145. NARCISSISTIC DISTURBANCE
This trauma is labeled narcissistic disturbance
It’s one of the emotional disorders of selves
When the mirror says forcefully do as I tell you
Never mind asking me why
I never questioned the words of my parents
My parents I didn’t defy
The mirror shows a fundamental lack of respect
For the sensitive spirit of an innocent child
We’re dealing with a case of psychological incest
Whereby a child’s ego can be quickly defiled
This trauma is labeled narcissistic disturbance
It’s one of the emotional disorders of selves
The unchecked spread of this neurotic disturbance
Results in the cloning of emotional elves
When the mirror says what do you think you are doing
You’d better do as I say
I will not tolerate such disrespect
From such an ungrateful valet
The mirror shows a narcissistic taste for abusing
The power inherent in the parenting role
We’re dealing with a case of psychological incest
Where psychic coercion can get out of control
This trauma is labeled narcissistic disturbance
It’s one of the emotional disorders of selves
The unchecked spread of this neurotic disturbance
Results in the cloning of emotional elves
When the mirror says what are you crying about
You have it better than I
Listen to me here’s what my life was like
You’ve got no reason to cry
The mirror shows a narcissistic need to unload
The trauma by which it’s own heart was beguiled
We’re dealing with case of psychological incest
Where parents transfer their trauma into the child
This trauma is labeled narcissistic disturbance
It’s one of the emotional disorders of selves
The unchecked spread of this neurotic disturbance
Results in the cloning of emotional elves
When the mirror says what sort of nonsense is this
Radicals aren’t to be praised
What you are saying is ridiculous boy
Considering how you were raised
The mirror has a narcissistic need to persist
At intimidating souls that are trying to grow
We’re dealing with a kind of psychological incest
That insures the survival of a stale status-quo
This trauma is labeled narcissistic disturbance
It’s one of the emotional disorders of selves
The unchecked spread of this neurotic disturbance
Results in the cloning of emotional elves
146. MIRROR OH MIRROR
As a child I was placed in the hands of a mirror
Whose narrow perception my dimension exceeds
Adopted to service her selfish indulgence
I learned to fulfill her emotional needs
A mirror that’s bent is unlikely to render
A balanced reflection of someone it can't see
If a mirror is twisted or broken or blind
Its projections likewise must be
Mirror oh mirror don’t come any nearer
Your presence paralyzes my heart
Mirror oh mirror the truth becomes clearer
Your projections paint the blackest of art
I was forged in the fire of a narcissist liar
Who religiously leaned on the moral church crutch
My amnesia unwinds and my blazing rage blinds
As the clandestine memories venture forth from their hutch
Her church was a haven for infantile mirrors
Scarred by the whip of psychological pain
Exploiting the weak is a regular practice
Of churches that pursue their own gain
Mirror oh Mirror don’t come any nearer
For your timely demise the bell tolls
Mirror oh Mirror the truth becomes clearer
Your church is an eater of souls
Fanatical mirrors are endlessly busy
Reflecting the truth of what they think they perceive
But they see what they want to and hear what they wish to
Immersed in the squalor of the lies they believe
Beware of the mirrors that forward projections
Their miserable lives to thereby justify
They consistently issue distorted reflections
To culture a mote in your eye
Mirror oh Mirror don’t come any nearer
Your motives too well I now know
Mirror oh Mirror the truth becomes clearer
Take your projections and go
147. ADOLESCENCE
Roll with the punches roll with the dice
Ignore the harsh glances as you skate on thin ice
For the ego to grow ones parents must be devalued
In terms of the power they wield in ones life
If you're ego-dependent on parental approval
You'll always be the victim of their psychical strife
Adolescence means leaving your parents behind you
Through the psychic process of re-defining yourself
Adolescence means breaking the patterns that bind you
By re-writing the books on your psychic bookshelf
Find a mirroring mentor your soul to sustain
In the face of the critics who love to complain
A mentor who'll counter the cynical stares
With solid support for your psychic affairs
Roll with the punches roll with the dice
Ignore the harsh glances as you skate on thin ice
Adolescence means leaving your parents behind you
Through the psychic process of re-defining yourself
Adolescence means breaking the patterns that bind you
By re-writing the books on your psychic bookshelf
Find a mirror to grace with romantic devotion
Someone to receive your life-giving emotion
Laugh, sing and shout as you toss it about
Don't keep it inside when its gotta get out
Roll with the punches roll with the dice
Ignore the harsh glances as you skate on thin ice
Adolescence means leaving your parents behind you
Through the psychic process of re-defining yourself
Adolescence means breaking the patterns that bind you
By re-writing the books on your psychic bookshelf
Develop a skill at which you can excel
If you do what you like you’ll for sure do it well
Remember these words as your getting down to it
If you do it well someone will pay you to do it
Roll with the punches roll with the dice
Ignore the harsh glances as you skate on thin ice
Adolescence means leaving your parents behind you
Through the psychic process of re-defining yourself
Adolescence means breaking the patterns that bind you
By re-writing the books on your psychic bookshelf
Don't be the victim of parental trauma
You are a free spirit entitled to grow
As you are a part of life’s ongoing drama
Learn to share with the world the things that you know
Roll with the punches roll with the dice
Ignore the harsh glances as you skate on thin ice
Adolescence means leaving your parents behind you
Through the psychic process of re-defining yourself
Adolescence means breaking the patterns that bind you
By re-writing the books on your psychic bookshelf
148. ROMANTIC ILLUSIONS
In an effort to grow at the spirits behest
In search of some fine philosophical fruits
I embarked on a rich reminiscent conquest
To recall and asses my romantic pursuits
If beauty lies in the beholder’s perceptions
Then I am a man with a generous heart
I perceived in each painted romantic conception
Wonderful feelings of psychical art
As I studied the scenes of emotional fusion
Recalling the warmth of each psychic caress
I realized then that each passing conclusion
Increased my desire for romantic success
As I sampled the scenes in my psychic seclusion
My long dormant un-mirrored spirit was thrilled
The flattering strength of each passing illusion
Was matched by the pull of the needs it fulfilled
Romantic illusions are foregone conclusions
Projected from the eye of one’s mind
Created to feed the famished un-mirrored ego
By the focus of a spirit maligned
For lovers the line between loving and needing
Is often obscure, not clearly defined
Though inherent in this a warning I’m heeding
Romantic illusions persist in my mind
They are to my soul energizing transfusions
Affecting the pain of my psychic heart ache
I welcome the joy of romantic illusions
Respecting the fantasy for it’s own sake
Obtained through the focus of psychic devotion
Ordained in the mist that enshrouds Avalon
Sustained by the power of timeless emotion
Memories of romance forever live on
149. I NEED A MIRROR
149.1. LUKE 10:41-42
And Jesus answered her and said unto her Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
But one thing is needful and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
150. I NEED A WOMAN III
I need a woman who is willing to mirror
The beauty of my abstract mind
I need a woman who help me see clearer
The duty of a sage to the blind
Where is the woman who perceives that tradition
Holds her destiny captive in the chauvinist tower
Where is the woman who believes that ambition
Is the personal focusing of psychical power
Where is the woman who won’t cry on my shoulder
In a clandestine effort to seduce my heart string
Where is the woman who won’t quickly grow colder
When she’s faced with the anger in the songs that I sing
I need a woman who is willing to mirror
The beauty of my abstract mind
I need a woman who help me see clearer
The duty of a sage to the blind
Where is the woman who will use her volition
To develop the style of her own psychic finesse
Where is the woman who will use precognition
To assist and defend herself in moments of stress
I need a woman who is willing to mirror
The beauty of my abstract mind
I need a woman who help me see clearer
The duty of a sage to the blind
151. THE HOLOGRAM VISION
Deep in the heart of the hologram vision
The cosmic creator has fashioned a stage
Where dancers transcending the psychic division
In psychically balanced communion engage
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In the twinkling heavens of psychic projection
There lay a lost vision for which my heart yearned
I relaxed into sleep and secured its reflection
Alone in the silence where lessons are learned
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I saw myself climbing a spiraling staircase
Pursuing a maiden with boundless resolve
Like a sly private eye on a life and death chase
Obsessed with a self-induced mystery to solve
Deep in the heart of the hologram vision
The cosmic creator has fashioned a stage
Where dancers transcending the psychic division
In psychically balanced communion engage
In flowing white muslin her spirit was dressed
Glowing and floating translucent and pure
And there in the silence my soul was caressed
By her loving expression of patient demure
And oh how her luminous diamond tiara
Did sparkle reflecting my infinite love
And oh how that light put to rest a dark era
Unchaining my spirit, releasing the dove
She twirled on the stardust as light as a feather
Spinning a web to subvert my control
And I thought we’ll be dancing forever together
Sharing a focus on similar goals
And then I perceived that I could never own her
Control by possession would cause my demise
Then I perceived that I have always known her
A man doesn’t have to grow old to be wise
152. THE ARIEN PRINCESS
Chasing the secrets of emotional power
Empathic vibrations and the virtues thereof
Seeking the fragrance of a fresh freesia flower
To shower his heart with unconditional love
Willing to pardon old psychic intrusions
Anxious to aggrandize his psychical sword
Leaving behind his old romantic illusions
Risking it all came the flower child lord
A seal of approval, a kiss of protection
A mark of acceptance is what the soul needs
The specter’s removal, a truthful reflection
A genuine romance is what the soul needs
Enter the warm spring psychical mistress
In simmering sensuous fire sign form
Demure yet ever so slightly sinistrous
When facing the gale in a psychical storm
A bright star of David a consummate jester
A sharpening stone for a psychical sword
The Arien princess emerged to sequester
The un-mirrored soul of the flower child lord
Approaching the princess to offer his question
The flower lord queried, ’Could you be the one?’
The princess replied with a subtle suggestion
If you’re always so serious you’ll never have fun
He entered her palace lured by her emotion
Sporting a razor sharp psychical sword
As he drank from her chalice a magical potion
Be-smitten by love was the flower child lord
153. THE SOLICITATION
As you walked across the room my glances followed you
Questioning a riddle that offered me no clue
So I waited with the shadows that gathered in the wing
The company of shadows that had come to hear you sing
And there in the spotlight on a parapet stage
Appeared a princess well-disguised but prepared to engage
In revealing the pain of her bitter sweet heart
Through images of musical art
Singing in a haunting voice her tortured soul to purge
She was searching for acceptance so her spirit could emerge
The princess looked into my eyes and thought my love was true
For mine were deep enamored eyes that said I came for you
And I saw behind her veil of defensive control
A beautiful vulnerable sensitive soul
Shackled in the dungeon of a chauvinist tower
Imprisoned by her sensuous power
For a crime she committed through her innocent trust
Of complimentary opinions motivated by lust
For this crime against the nature of her sensuous power
She was locked in the chauvinist tower
And something stirred inside of me and I was hypnotized
By passion for the princess with whom I sympathized
Again she looked into my eyes and thought my love was true
For mine were deep enamored eyes that said I came for you
The most passionate of images of bodies intertwined
And illusions of romance began to mesmerize my mind
Illusions of a princess and a dashing handsome prince
Brought together and forever the cynics to convince
If only I could find the key and penetrate the tower
I’d help the princess to perceive the essence of her power
I solicited my passion to produce for me the key
In the surging of that passion this thought occurred to me
If I could only meet her I know what I would do
I’d tell her as I kissed her lips there’s none so fair as you
And when she looked into my eyes she’d think my love was true
For they are deep enamored eyes that say I come for you
But a memory surfaced reflecting my role
I remembered in sadness and shame
How I once had seduced such an innocent soul
With illusions of fortune and fame
And then in a vision a woman appeared
And I started to cry as her audience cheered
She discarded the veil of her psychic disguise
By rejecting the lust in my eyes
And the woman transfigured by the truth of her sensuous power
Transcended the depths of the chauvinist tower
The vision departed and left in its wake
A desire to help heal the princesses heartache
I envisioned the princess in the eye of my mind
And projected a message to all woman kind
Misperceptions of self of your sensuous power
Keep you locked in the chauvinist tower
I heard her cry out from the chauvinist tower
In ignorance I’ve honored your lust
Through the expression of self she regained her lost power
Transforming the rage to self-trust
Of all the paths that one can walk this thing I know is true
The path of self-discovery is the destined path for you
And as you walk along this path you’ll know my love is true
With compassion and acceptance I will always walk with you
It’s not my wish to take from you it is my wish to give
No longer here to bargain I respect your right to live
According to the dictate of the conscience which is yours
For therein lies the key that will unlock the tower doors
By a strange twist of fate you affected my life
And my spirit replies to you call
It is never too late to rebound from the strife
That has caused one to stumble and fall
For deep in the flame of my orange kundalini
From whose vortex comes the ultimate plan
You drew forth the predestined foreshadowed emergence
Of the psychically androgynous man
Standing in the shadows forever silently
I will passionately love you, love you endlessly
And when you look into my eyes you’ll know my love is true
For they are deep accepting eyes that say, “I came for you.”
100d. The Quest For Avalon
(The Christian Madonna/Whore Complex)
154. THE PROPHET
154.1. MARK 6:4
But Jesus said unto them, a prophet is not without honor but in his own country and among his own kin and in his own house
155. THE PROPHET
On the road to Avalon a wise man said to me
I believe you are a prophet who can help the blind to see
So do not be afraid to sing the songs that you will sing
For in the valley of the blind a one-eyed man is king
In every age a prophet comes to mirror those who stray
And challenge the authoritative powers the powers of the day
And rarely is he liked by those who thought they knew him best
For when he becomes a prophet his old self is put to rest
Take heart and descend into the valley of the blind
Learn to censor the reflections of the liars that you find
Recognize your own projections in the mirrors of mankind
Then focus your attention and consult the deeper mind
Reconciled to be a mirror with intentions so inclined
Free of introjections with his focus well refined
A king retains the wisdom and leaves the pain behind
He has become a prophet in the valley of the blind
156. MATTHEW 5:14-15
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid.
Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel but on a candlestick and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
157. BENEDICTION
Existing as pure energy, preceding human history
Beyond the veiled periphery where nightly sleepers roam
Patrolling superconscious rings promoting esoteric things
We bear the truth on spirit wings your heaven is our home
We are the psychic spirit knights who guard the kingdom of the lights
We guide you on your destined flights along the paths you chose
Our quest is your enhancement so we'll nurture your advancement
Through the ocean of enchantment ‘til this age draws to a close
You are the mirror full of light who rode the magic moonbeams
To this great time-space illusion known as earth
So let your life reflect the truth of silent silver sweet dreams
From the spirit source that celebrates your birth
The riddle of your destiny, forgotten from antiquity
Will surface from the psychic sea through interlocking minds
So move out of the left lane, accelerate the right brain
To us, your intuition will provide the tie that binds
To live your life in confidence solicit our benevolence
Our blessing is your best defense against the deafening noise
Glory to the man who hears and contemplates throughout the years
The merging of the hemispheres in search of mental poise
CH
Remove the shackle of your lust discard the jackal in the dust
Before you can emerge you must seduce the storm you're in
As you drink the karmic potion, learn to temper your emotion
Feel a gentle healing lotion calm the rage within
Focusing an open mind will cure the blight that made you blind
Enabling you to search and find the birthright which is yours
The learned wise man knows that as his effervescence grows
Its everlasting essence flows into the cup from which God pours
CH
Take time for introspection and exercise affection
When you ponder the reflection of the man you were before
Discard your mental stigma and savor the Kerygma
Gods mystical enigma will be yours for evermore
Then sail out on the psychic sea past those who sail it aimlessly
Know that your final destiny lies on a distant shore
Our constant love sails with you our gifts of grace will guide you
We'll be here waiting for you when you knock on heaven's door
Sail forward mirror full of light upon the magic moonbeams
Through this great time-space illusion known as earth
And let your life reflect the truth of silent silver sweet dreams
From the spirit source that celebrates your birth
Be gentle with yourself, until we meet again
158. LUKE 22:54-62
Then took they him and led him and brought him into the high priest’s house. And Peter followed afar off.
And when they had kindled a fire in the midst of the hall and were set down together, Peter sat down among them.
But a certain maid beheld him as he sat by the fire and earnestly looked upon him and said, this man was also with him. And he denied him, saying, Woman, I know him not.
And after a little while another saw him and said, Thou art also of them. And Peter said. Man, I am not.
And about the space of one hour after another confidently affirmed, saying, Of a truth this fellow also was with him: for he is a Galilaean.
And Peter said, Man I know not what thou sayest. And immediately while he yet spake the cock crew.
And the Lord turned and looked upon Peter and Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how he said onto him,
Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.
And Peter went out and wept bitterly.
159. A MAN AFRAID OF DYIN'
Often seeds of childhood pain give birth to weeds of lifelong terror
Mental myth assumes a form supporting human thinking error
Those who know their deeper minds will see the truth and not fear death
Grim reaper is mere fantasy for spectres breathe no living breath
There is no fear but fear itself, “Be Free" the wise man said.
A man afraid of dyin' is a man already dead
I contemplated what he'd said the mystery of Grim Reaper's power
How is it that his menace grows this fear of death the final hour
We fear what we do not perceive out of our mental ignorance
Grim reaper sprouts from solid roots in such a fertile circumstance
There is no fear but fear itself, “Be Free" the wise man said
A man afraid of dyin' is a man already dead
All that glitters is not gold your world is subject to decay
While you seek to soothe your soul temptation steals your heart away
Where rust corrupts and moths destroy illusions flourish in full measure
Seek the truth inside yourself, you’ll find a fountainhead of pleasure
Take no thought for food or drink don’t worry for a bed
A man afraid of dyin' is a man already dead
I thought of all the worldly trappings cars and clothes and diamond rings
Perhaps he's right true ecstasy cannot be found in worldly things
Distractions by the tangible convince the mind to search amiss
In solitude we learn to find the path of truth to mental bliss
Take no thought for food or drink don't worry for a bed
A man afraid of dyin' is a man already dead
Accept your destiny for your creator does not make mistakes
There are no three sides to each story truth is not a side one takes
Things are always as they should be that’s the truth you'll come to know
Every moment offers you the opportunity to grow
Don't be afraid to venture forth where angels fear to tread
A man afraid of dyin' is a man already dead
When you can perceive your beauty in the mirrors you embrace
You will see how self-acceptance leads one to the state of grace
Harbinger of power grace is fear not to follow sound advice
This greatest gift the gift of grace does not come without sacrifice
Don't be afraid to venture forth where angels fear to tread
A man afraid of dyin' is a man already dead
160. MATTHEW 18:19
Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven.
161. POWER OF PASSION
You, the seductress waif-like and tragic
I, the lone wolf with my mountain to climb
Together discovered through mutual magic
The power of passion surreal and sublime
There’s a power produced through the merging of lovers
A passionate ecstasy true hearts can find
When their mutually sensuous urging uncovers
The spirit of love that sustains humankind
Like the sparkling beauty of quality crystal
Your shimmering radiance captured my glance
I was stopped by a shot from an amorous pistol
Seduced by illusions of raptured romance
CH
We talked as we walked and we walked as we talked
About fantasy freedom fulfillment and fun
We walked hand in hand through a door that unlocked
Revealing a moment where two become one
Responding to me with a ravenous reflex
Your consummate passion was liquid and warm.
We descended into the emotional vortex
Of masculine ardor and feminine form
You the seductress waif-like and tragic
I the lone wolf with my mountain to climb
Together discovered through mutual magic
The power of passion surreal and sublime
162. MATTHEW 5:16
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
163. YOUR OWN PSYCHIC FLOWER
Release the perfume of your own psychic flower
Pay attention and listen to the songs that you sing
And remember the impact of emotional power
When you think of John Kennedy, Lennon and King
The murder of sages and prophets reveals
The desire of a nation to conceal its own lies
But premature death only strengthens ideals
In the face of the censors who seek their demise
Its the dawn of an age where the man of the hour
Can sample sensations of ubiquitous power
CH
Have you followed the Christ, Mohammed or Moses
Have you studied the Veda's is Bhudda the man
Intuition tells me what the seeker supposes
You get what you ask for you create your own plan
In the dawn of the long awaited psychical age
The true self-seeker becomes his own sage
CH
Serendipitous gifts aren’t bestowed on a liar
So focus your mind on your hearts true desire
You'll make it happen if your spirit survives
The emotional trauma of incarnate lives
So drop your defenses and get ready to ride
The telepathic transporter to the treasure inside
CH
164. MATTHEW 6:24
No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.
165. MISTRESS OF MAMMON
Mistress of mammon is at work everyday
Seducing wherever she can
Mistress of Mammon’s avant garde expose
Is fleecing the spirit of Man
This material thriller enslaves with her dictum
She’s a daughter of hell and a breaker of souls
Like a serial killer she craves a new victim
To slaughter and sell to the taker of tolls
Her devious methods are very consistent
Slyly deceptive and strangely persistent
CH
She’s an argus-eyed snake that itches to kill your
Hearts quest for the love of the meekness within
She rides in your wake like a witch’s familiar
Hard pressed to discover your weakness for sin
Her devious methods are very consistent
Slyly deceptive and strangely persistent
CH
Her coercive technique is both cruel and obscene
Through her tryst with Grim Reaper her goal is achieved
You curse and you shriek what a fool you have been
By the kiss of her keeper your soul was deceived
Her goal is control energized by dissension
Her spouse is deciding the fate of us all
Woe to the soul traumatized by Grim’s mention
Its house is divided and slated to fall
Her devious methods are very consistent
Slyly deceptive and strangely persistent
CH
166. MATTHEW 24:28
For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together.
167. TAKE COVER
I’ve got information that I can’t conceal
Valid information that I must reveal
I’ve got information ‘bout guns and tanks
It implicates governments and the banks
There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’
There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’
There’s a scam going down when the bank reports
Validate the lie that elect supports
The shylock is watching all the hollow blank stares
And he’s growing concerned about the state of affairs
Take cover my friend before the brimstone falls
Take cover my friend cause they’re after your balls
Take cover my friend and make the mole
Take cover my friend and pray for your soul
I’ve got information that I must impart
Sordid information that would break your heart
I’ve got information ‘bout the parish priest
That indicates the presence of the numbered beast
There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’
There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’
There’s a scam going down with church and state
A psychological scam that will seal your fate
The shylock is watching all the hollow blank stares
And he’s growing concerned about the state of affairs
CH
I’ve got information ‘bout what’s in store
The kind of information that you can’t ignore
I’ve got information ‘bout the star war scare
Secret information that would curl your hair
There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’
There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’
There’s a scam going down behind a closed door
The church is in bed with the political whore
The shylock is watching all the hollow blank stares
And he’s growing concerned about the state of affairs
CH
I’ve got information from a pious monk
Confirming information from the local drunk
I’ve got information sealed and signed
This kind of information overwhelms the mind
There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’
There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’
There’s a scam going down in a system that’s built
On acute paranoia empowered by guilt
And the shylock is waiting with the angel of death
To collect from a world that has run out of breath
Take cover my friend before the brimstone falls
Take cover my friend cause they’re after your balls
Take cover my friend and make the mole
Take cover my friend and pray for your soul
168. MATTHEW 6:14
For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you
169. QUEST FOR AVALON
The quest for Avalon is a quest for salvation
That leads the truth-seeker to a kingdom within
The quest for Avalon is a psychic sensation
That flatters the fighter who never gives in
In the mind’s eye of our valiant hero
His guardian angel the sentinel spoke:
You’ve not been coerced you refused to conform
Young man you are ready to see Avalon
There is but one task you have yet to perform
Before you can witness your psychical dawn
An act of forgiveness is all I require
To draw back the veil that conceals Avalon
Will you bury the hatchet you wave at the liar
Isn’t it time to forgive and move on
Our hero considered the angel’s request
And accepting the truth feeling somewhat depressed
Conceded that parents whose selves are repressed
Don’t deserve condemnation if they’ve done their best
Addressing our hero’s old demon of rage
The sentinel cried, “Slinking prompter be gone
The soul you have shackled has now come of age
He is no longer a narcissist’s pawn.”
Our hero’s heart stopped for the veil had been rent
The pain and the internal dialogue ceased
From the grip of self images twisted and bent
From the grip of the liar his soul was released
Cursed by the liar condemned by the blind
Yet graced by the light of his psychical dawn
Rising up from the depths of his subconscious mind
Was the island of peace that is called Avalon
The quest for Avalon is a quest for salvation
That leads the truth-seeker to a kingdom within
The quest for Avalon is a psychic sensation
That flatters the fighter who never gives in
The sentinel smiled and blessed the young man
Then bidding our hero a final farewell
Dispensed a few words about destiny’s plan
For all of life’s children wherever they dwell
Though one never forgets one must learn to forgive
In order to exit the shackles of rage
A prudent man willing to live and let live
Stands a very good chance of becoming a sage
As crosses are borne by the humble and proud
From whence cometh destiny no man can tell
Yet preserved in the linings of a given life’s cloud
Is redemption for those who would study it well
Perceiving the truth of this final shalon
Our hero rejoiced at his psychical dawn
Sensor six intuition had guided him home
To the place in his heart that he called Avalon
The quest for Avalon is a quest for salvation
That leads the truth-seeker to a kingdom within
The quest for Avalon is a psychic sensation
That flatters the fighter who never gives in
Then a shadow appeared and he smiled through his tears
At the one true romance of his wandering years
For the arien princess who entered his life
In search of emotional fortune and fame
Had followed him there to resolve her own strife
And mirror his heart as a psychic twin flame
Borne by the winds of emotional weather
She too had arrived Avalon to explore
Bound by an auric emotional tether
They’ll be together forevermore
The quest for Avalon is a quest for salvation
That leads the truth-seeker to a kingdom within.
The quest for Avalon is a psychic sensation
That flatters the fighter who never gives in
170. MARK 11:23
For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain,
Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea: and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass: he shall have whatsoever he saith.
171. JOHN 8:32
and ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free.
172. MARK 4:22
For there is nothing hid which will not be made manifested; neither was anything kept secret, but it should come abroad.
2. The Psychically Androgynous Man
201 Anxiety
201.1. WHAT IF?
What if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
What if people laugh and turn their backs and walk away
I think I've got it figured I think I've got it aced
I think I've got it figured from the errors I have traced
I think I've got it figured from the terrors I have faced
There's power in attachments that have never been erased
But what if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
What if people laugh and shake their heads and walk away
What if people do prefer to fight instead of play
What if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
There's method to the madness wherever hearts have yearned
There's method to the madness wherever souls have burned
There's method to the madness I left no stone unturned
There's method to the madness the process I have learned
But what if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
What if people laugh and shake their heads and walk away
What if people do prefer to fight instead of play
What if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
What if I'm deluded though I think I've got it aced
Can men become deluded by the memories they have traced
That man becomes deluded if they cannot be erased
But what if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
A man who is distracted by the terrors he has faced What if people laugh
and shake their heads and walk away
What if people do prefer to fight instead of play
What if people aren't impressed with what I have to say
201.2. FOOLS CRITICIZE
The Aquarian told me that fools criticize
Observations that threaten to open their eyes
Fools criticize observations that threaten
To open their eyes to the depth of their lies
Fools criticize when they don't have the answers
Fools criticize what they can't understand
Fools criticize like cuckolded romancers
Fools criticize when they lose upper hand
Fools criticize when they're backed in the corner
Fools criticize when you turn on the heat
Fools criticize when they can't face the picture
Fools criticize when they think they've been beat
Fools criticize when they don't have it figured
Fools criticize out of low self-esteem
Fools criticize when their temper is triggered
Fools criticize till they're ready to scream
Fools criticize till the dialogue's over
Fools criticize what they can't realize
Fools criticize and you have to forgive them
Their plight is pathetic you must empathize
The Aquarian told me that fools criticize
Observations that threaten to open their eyes
Fools criticize observations that threaten
To open their eyes to the depth of their lies
201.3. INDECISION
Sometimes in the circuits of emotional abstractors
Glitches will appear and interrupt the cosmic flow
Sometimes in the circuits of emotional abstractors
Indecision waxes to maintain the status quo
Sometimes in the circuits of emotional abstractors
Glitches will appear to help one sit upon the fence
Sometimes in the circuits of emotional abstractors
Indecision is an abstract thinkers best defense
Sometimes in the circuits of emotional abstractors
Glitches will appear and steal one's sense of self-control
Sometimes in the circuits of emotional abstractors
Indecision can create a psychical black hole
Now if the mainframe overloads from glitches in the circuits
Indecision takes the state of mind from bad to worse
Fear becomes a crippler in the slipstream of those circuits
Indecision is a diehard abstract thinkers curse
Though indecision can restrict the ego motivated
Indecision doubles as a pacifist's best friend
Indecision’s nature can forever be debated
Indecision paradoxes 'til the bitter end
201.4. SOMETHING TO SAY
If you've got something to say you better say it
Share with me the secrets you keep
If you've got something to say you better say it
I'll wipe away the tears that you weep
Don't be afraid of the pain you’re concealing
You’ve survived this long and you will endure
Don't be afraid of what you'll be revealing
The source the pain provides clues to the cure
Don't be ashamed of the rage you're concealing
Guilt only deepens the hole you are in
Don't be ashamed of what you'll be revealing
Remember that feeling rage isn’t a sin
Together we'll pool our collective resources
Tell me your story I will lend you my ear
Together we'll tackle those old negative forces
Sifting through memories 'til the truth becomes clear
If you've got something to say you better say it
I'll wipe away the tears that you weep
If you've got something to say you better say it
Share with me the secrets that you keep
201.5. YOU CAN THRASH
You can thrash all day and thrash all night
You can thrash till you’re blue in the face
But sooner or later no matter what happens
You’re gonna have to find your own space
You can thrash at crime and violence
On pills that make no noise
You can thrash and burn in silence
From thrills of big war toys
You can thrash at the lack of awareness
You can thrash at the terminal pain
You can thrash at the gross unfairness
Till you feel like you’re insane
You can thrash ‘til he shows like a thief in the night
You can beg, buy, barter and sell
But you better damn well be ready
When the devil comes up from hell
You can thrash with all of the dweadles
Sluts to pretty maids
You can thrash with others needles
Till your body rots from aids
You can thrash ‘til your heart is crapping
Sex drugs alcohol
You can thrash ‘til your brain is snapping
Full tilt balls to the wall
You can thrash at the lack of awareness
You can thrash at the terminal pain
You can thrash at the gross unfairness
Till you feel like you’re insane
You can thrash ‘til he shows like a thief in the night
You can beg, buy, barter and sell
But you better damn well be ready
When the devil comes up from hell
You can thrash all day and thrash all night
You can thrash till you’re blue in the face
But sooner or later no matter what happens
You’re gonna have to find your own space
201.6. THE WAY THAT YOU PLAY IT
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
Play it and smile it's natural jazz
I've watched you for ages and envied your style
Yeah you with the bottomless barrel of tricks
What's with the devilish cheshire smile
You make it run faster with hickory sticks
Spirits in tune with a hammering beater
Will quickly succumb to a master of meter
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
Play it and smile it's natural jazz
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
So play it with style with punch and pizzazz
In a battle royale where they fight in a blitz
It's not the best fighter that walks with the win
The winner's the toughest man chalking up hits
The last man standing, who wouldn't give in
Spirits in tune with a hammering beater
Will quickly succumb to a master of meter
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
Play it and smile it's natural jazz
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
So play it with style with punch and pizzazz
I know you're committed you'll win at the wire
And you won't need luck if your motives are pure
Success is the product of honest desire
Success is awarded to those who endure
Spirits in tune with a hammering beater
Will quickly succumb to a master of meter
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
Play it and smile it's natural jazz
It's not what you play it's the way that you play it
So play it with style with punch and pizzazz
201.7. TRUE PHILOSOPHERS
Never mind the preachers bent on personal gain
Forget about the teachers who have called you insane
Never mind the screechers who live to complain
True philosophers dance in the emotional rain
Never mind the keepers bent on personal gain
Forget about the sleepers who have called you insane
Never mind the weepers who live to complain
True philosophers dance in the emotional rain
Never mind the cheaters bent on personal gain
Forget about the beaters who have called you insane
Never mind the bleaters who live to complain
True philosophers dance in the emotional rain
True philosophers dance well-schooled in the art
Of intellectualizing the emotional rain
True philosophers romance the protégés heart
By intellectualizing his emotional pain
201.9. I’M FED UP
I’m fed up with tax on tobacco and booze
I’m fed up soap-boxers cryin’ the blues
I’m fed up with toxins dioxins and rain
The worm is a squirmin’ inside of my brain
Gotta do something to satisfy me
Gotta do something to set my soul free
Gotta do something ‘cause nothing comes free
Gotta do something to satisfy me
I’m fed up with breathing the smoke-laden breeze
I’m fed up with hearing about the disease
I’m fed up with being strung out on cocaine
The worm is a squirmin’ inside of my brain
Gotta do something to satisfy me
Gotta do something to set my soul free
Gotta do something ‘cause nothing comes free
Gotta do something to satisfy me.
I’m fed up with flat headless sour tap draft
I’m fed up with lying and government graft
I’m fed up with feeling emotional pain
The worm is a squirmin’ inside of my brain
Gotta do something to satisfy me
Gotta do something to set my soul free
Gotta do something ‘cause nothing comes free
Gotta do something to satisfy me
201.10. NOTHING COMES FREE
In this lifetime nothing comes free
I gotta make my own life how I want it to be
Pay dues and live up to the image I see
In this lifetime nothing comes free
I guess I gotta do it I gotta do it
I gotta satisfy me
I can't bitch forever with my finger extended
I gotta satisfy me
I can't bitch forever with my finger extended
That doesn't alter my personal strife
I can't bitch forever with my finger extended
If I want the most out of life
Why should I wait on a fantasy future
Success is not something to fear
If I wait forever on a fantasy future
That future will never appear
I guess I gotta do it, I gotta do it
In this lifetime nothing comes free
I can't bitch forever with my finger extended
I gotta satisfy me
201.11. RESPECT FOR MYSELF
Audible heroes are creating the murals
With spinal tap sarcasm thunder thump rock
Respect for the smokin' man cool innovator
Respect for the broken man sad terminator
Respect for the beauty and grace of ballet
Respect for the sensitive psychic valet
Respect for the seeker whose flag is unfurled
Respect for the spirit who waits on the world
Twenty-one cities in twenty-five days
Respect for the passion with which a man plays
Respect for the genuine carnival clown
Respect for the music go lay it down
This is the music I want to pursue
This is the music that I want to do
Too much is done for us by powers outside of ourselves
201.12. I GOTTA STRIKE
Have you ever felt the need to kick a dog in the teeth
Have you ever felt the need to escape from beneath
Have you ever felt the need to long walk a short pier
‘Cause your simply fed up with sustaining your fear
Have you ever felt the need to curse political rot
Have you ever felt the need to curse the church’s what not
Have you ever felt the need to play your pre-destined role
By exorcising demons that inhabit your soul
Have you ever believed that you were marked for success
Have you ever believed that you could feel her caress
Have you ever believed that the ultimate win
Was secured through the harnessing of tensions within
I gotta strike, strike while the iron is hot
I gotta strike with it like it or not
I gotta strike with the tools I’ve got
I gotta strike while the iron is hot
201.13. IS THIS CROWD READY?
This crowd is in need of a listener to hear it
It is swollen with tension, this emotional crowd
This crowd is in need of a listener to hear it
It's voice is insistent unfocused and loud
But is this crowd ready, ready to welcome
An audiences favorite fan
Is this crowd ready, ready to welcome
A new voice proclaiming destiny's plan
This crowd is in need of a jester to cheer it
Sad is the face of this emotional crowd
This crowd is in need of a jester to cheer it
And cause it to smile stand tall and walk proud
But is this crowd ready, ready to welcome
An audiences favorite fan
Is this crowd ready, ready to welcome
A new voice proclaiming destiny's plan
This crowd is in need of a mirroring spirit
It is blind to its beauty this emotional crowd
This crowd is in need of a mirroring spirit
To challenge to specter to which it has bowed
But is this crowd ready, ready to welcome
A new voice proclaiming destiny's plan
Is this crowd ready. ready to welcome
Yet another philosophical scan
Is this crowd ready, ready to welcome
An audiences favorite fan
Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome
To the psychically androgynous man
201.14. I'LL WRITE WHAT I WANT TO
While the heart of this world is burning
Many lost souls will drown
As the pages keep on turnin'
I might as well write it all down
Oh I'll smile and wave to the public
I'll laugh at ridiculous jokes
I'll bite my tongue when I'm angry
Till the rage inside me chokes
Then I'll write what I damned well want to write
About what appears to me
I'll write what I damned well want to
Because that is what I see
And I'll not know fear as I walk through the fire
The fire of destiny's plan
In the fire I'll be protected
By my love for my fellow man
I'll love through self-expression
Respecting my talents in life
I'll love through self-expression
Till Aquarius ends the strife
And don't tell me that it always has been
I've never seen such rage
Thank God it'll soon be over
Thank God it's the end of the age
While the heart of this world is burnin'
Many lost souls will drown
As the pages keep on turnin'
I might as well write it all down
I'll smile and wave to the public
And I'll laugh at ridiculous jokes
And I'll bite my tongue when I'm angry
Till the rage inside me chokes
But I'll write what I damned well want to write
About what appears to me
I'll write what I damned well want to
Because that is what I see
201.15. WHO MIGHT THIS PHILOSOPHER BE?
They all sat and stared at the patron long haired
Who always ordered Earl Gray tea
As if to say, "Where did this tea totaler come from
Who might this tea totaler be?"
Locked in the cells of their private little hells
The audience was staring at me
As if to say, "Where did this tea totaler come from
Who might this tea totaler be?"
As I followed my burgers with the Earl Gray chaser
In an effort to cast their presumptuous votes
They stared at my little white drawing eraser
And they stared at my little black book full of notes
And they stared at my point five millimeter
Japanese made cassette style retractable pencil
Loaded with two H leads which smudge to a far lesser degree
Than a regular HB lead(which if I may be so bold as to say
Is much too soft of a lead for my purposes)
And they stared at the 8 1/2 x 11 inch sheet
Of three hole punched, lined paper placed squarely in front
Of me on the bar next to my cup of Earl Gray tea
Which I sipped as I silently gold fished potential phrases
Whilst focusing my gaze on whatever waitress
Happened to pass my field of vision, available to be used
As a focal point for my(oh so intense yet removed
From this dimension 'cause I'm floating in the ozone layer
Dealing with the abstract) facial expression
And they stared at me while the waitresses one of whom
Has the most demure smile in the universe mused about
How she thought she had seen every strange duck that ever
Swam the ocean blue until I arrived smile politely at me
To help me feel welcome
And then they approached me one by one
And consistently without fail asked me the same question
"Are you a writer?"
And though the urge to reply by saying,
"No, I'm an intellectual vagrant, are you a genius?"
Often overwhelmed me I always answered
YES! WELCOME TO THE PRESENT!
Congratulations on having been able to shift
Your focus of attention away from your past
(which you were hoping to drown in sorrow anyway)
And into the present
In doing so you have correctly guessed that I am a writer
Which is commendable considering the few obscure clues
You had to work with
Locked in the cells of their private little hells
The audience was staring at me
As if to say, "Where did this philosopher come from
Who might this philosopher be?"
They came big and small, loud, shy, short and tall
To the cocktail lounge in the shopping mall
They ordered their drinks from a man named Paul
And told me their stories one and all
I told them that in order to live in the present
One has to leave emotional memories behind
One has to stop living in a fantasy future
To perceive the real NOW with ones emotional mind
Some were runnin' from strife some from runnin' from shame
Some were lookin' for life some were lookin' for fame.
Some were lookin' for love and a place to lay blame
Some were lookin' for another way to play the same game
I told them that in order to live in the present
One has to leave emotional memories behind
One has to stop living in a fantasy future
To perceive the real NOW with ones emotional mind
Locked in the cells of their private little hells
The audience was staring at me
As if to say, "Where did this philosopher come from
Who might this philosopher be?"
201.16. I’M A PHILANTHROPIST
Some call me publicist, some call me journalist
I do it for love I don’t do it for money
Deep in my heart I guess I’m a philanthropist
I do it for love I don’t do it for money
I’ve written and listened until my eyes glistened
My life is spent studying stars
I’ve felt them magnetic I’ve seen them pathetic
Obsessed with drugs women and cars
I’ve known them cathartic eclectic and hectic
I’ve known them eccentric yet kind
I’ve known them dramatic erratic and frantic
I’ve known them creative yet blind
I’ve seen in their smiles the duress of long miles
On the road from hotel to hotel
From Seven Eleven to rock and roll heaven
Some tell me it’s lonely in hell
Some call me publicist some call me journalist
I do it for love I don’t do it for money
Deep in my heart I guess I’m a philanthropist
I do it for love I don’t do it for money
202 Urban Society
202.1. CLOUD NINE
Few major streets no metropolitan freeways to cruise
Short on the bridges insufficient public transit to use
Tension is rising in a city dedicated to schmooze
As fast come the foreigners kicking ass with nothing to lose
Water's polluted from the sewage pumping into the bay
Landfill is toxic 'neath the Expo site fools gave away
Reaper is smiling at a culture in a state of decay
Got to do something but hey then again who's gonna pay
Water is poison there's no place to park
Can't safely walk the west end after dark
You can see the big picture
If you take the time to float on Cloud Nine
You can see the big picture
If you take the time to float on Cloud Nine
Government funding that's the answer so the people all say
Scream at the government “Hey we can't stand it this way”
Banker says no when the PM requests that he play
The perennial prime-rate policeman is not lending today
We're out of cash and now we're busy searching budgets to trim
Let's make it easy for the west to come east on a whim
Since selfish America is gonna have to get cash from him
Roll out the royal red carpet for Pacific's west rim
Hookers from Thailand, Guns from Hong Kong
Poppies move east to sing their heroin song
CH
Jackhammers pummel to the rhythm of the overhead cranes
Skyline is growing due to active architectural brains
Harbour is busy full of foreign ships and pontoon planes
Economy's jumping thanks to souls who seek material gains
Watch all the terrified escaping from the growing World Wars
Watch how they scramble as they vacate all those faraway shores
Watch how we scramble to escape the pain of harsh city cores
When the world comes to kick in selfish bankrupt North America's doors
Best sign a contract on digs you love best
Rents will be rising when Manhattan moves west
CH
Small microcosm of a world growing stranger than strange
Small microcosm of the wild west riding the range
Small microcosm of a specie in the vortex of change
Small microcosm of traditions kids will soon re-arrange
Wake smell the coffee if you're not too busy hedging your bet
Bitch about tax on booze and smokes while busy feeding the pet
Bow to the butcher you fat pompous North American set
Have another burger and a beer you're not quite fat enough yet
Swim in the morning, play tennis at noon
Ski on the mountain and you're home again soon
Grab a snack and a nightcap
As you watch it all and float on Cloud Nine
You can see the big picture
If you take the time to float on Cloud Nine
202.2. RIDING THE RAIL
I see everyone's riding the rail
Riding the rail down the great white trail
Riding the rail down the great white trail
Where to who can tell
Yes, everyone's riding the rail
Riding the rail at the pace of a snail
Riding the rail at the pace of a snail
With a great white sense of smell
Everyone's riding the rail
Riding the rail in the great white hail
Riding the rail in the great white hail
Getting whipped in the billowing swell
Everyone's riding the rail
Riding the rail they wail and flail
Riding the rail they wail and flail
And so from grace they fell
Everyone's riding the rail
Riding the rail with the heat on their tail
Riding the rail with the heat on their tail
On a one-way ticket to hell
202.3. THE RACE OF THE LEMMINGS
They say:
Go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
That shelters life from death
Dance on the edge, the edge of the ledge
'Til you feel the reaper's breath
They say:
Maybe today I'll come back
Maybe today I won't
As life is lived by risking
Dead are the souls who don't
Cocaine schools
The material fools
Cookie cutting in a world getting rough
Coke is our choice
Cries the spoiled yuppie voice
We want the white stuff and we can't get enough
We eat it we hoot it
We snort it and shoot it
We cry to the beat of its bite
We love it we hate it
We can't live without it
We're frying in the heat of the fight
We gotta go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
That shelters life from death
Gotta go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
'Til we feel the reaper's breath
Maybe today we'll come back, maybe today we won't
But life is lived by risking
Dead are the souls who don't
She's a fast talkin' miss
His hot blond priss
No prisoners taken by her street-rap thing
She can pound like a tank
When she's slammin' the crank
Yeah when she's amping you should hear the bitch sing
Blackest widow divine
When she's trolling the line
Smooth tequila with both lemons and limes
But she didn't say please
So he broke both her knees
Crank gets them all a bit excited sometimes
Gotta go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
That shelters life from death
Gotta go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
Till we feel the reaper's breath
Maybe today we'll come back
Maybe today we won't
But life is lived by risking
Dead are the souls who don't
They say:
Tear down the border
Install the new order
Strong laws are the answer to this
Is order instilled
By the wishes fulfilled
Of smelly liars sniffing which ass to kiss
Make no mistake my friend
They're all on the take
From high court judge down to the prison guard whore
Social conscience denied
They're pumping dope on the side
At rotting souls thirsty for more
No one's policing
While the crime rate increasing
Sets new records in its insult to man
Cops are now sharing
With crooks that are daring
Come on catch me Mr. Catch as catch can
People can't fake it
System can't take it
Cracks are showing 'neath the frilly white edge
Is this how the lemmings
Free their souls from the hemmings
When they're racing for the edge of the ledge
Gotta go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
That shelters life from death
Gotta go to the edge, the edge of the ledge
'Til we feel the reaper's breath
Maybe today we'll come back, maybe today we won't
But life is lived by risking
Dead are the souls who don't
202.4. COPS AND CROOKS
Crooks in six-packs crooks on horseback
Crooks with the power to live and let die
Crooks in sleaze bars crooks in fast cars
Crooks with a taste for things they can't buy
Cops in six-packs cops on horseback
Cops with the power to live and let die
Cops in sleaze bars cops in fast cars
Cops for the purpose of protecting a lie
Wherever there's tension you can bet there's a cop
Searching the scene for a crook to stop
Cops and crooks different only in name
Play similar roles in the time space game.
Good cops bad cops happy cops sad cops
Cops killin' prime time keepin' the beat
Bold cops shy cops wet cops dry cops
Cops for the purpose of crankin' the heat
Good crooks bad crooks happy crooks sad crooks
Crooks killin' prime time out on the street
Bold crooks shy crooks wet crooks dry crooks
Live for the whip on the run from the heat
Wherever there's tension you can bet there's a cop
Searching the scene for a crook to stop
Cops and crooks different only in name
Play similar roles in the time space game
Old cops young cops smart cops dumb cops
Vary in nature from honest to liar
Blessed cops cursed cops best and worst cops
Fuel the emotional time space pyre
Old crooks young crooks smart crooks dumb crooks
Vary in nature from honest to liar
Blessed crooks cursed crooks best and worse crooks
Fuel the emotional time space pyre
Wherever there's tension you can bet there's a cop
Searching the scene for a crook to stop
Cops and crooks different only in name
Play similar roles in the time space game
The wise make the best crooks
They live to insult illusionary man made security systems
Fools make the best cops
Like sheep they are easily led when their focus is secured
202.5. NARC ON YOUR NEIGHBOR
Narc on your neighbor narc on a friend
Who gives a damn it's more money to spend
Get paid for the hot tip paid for the name
Of the neighbor who cheats in the government game
Get paid for the hot tip paid for the name
Of the neighbor who cheats 'cause he can't feel shame
Narc on your neighbor narc on a friend
Who gives a damn it's more money to spend
Get paid for the hot tip paid for the name
Of the neighbor who screams in emotional pain
Get paid for the hot tip paid for the name
Of the neighbor who does what he does to stay sane
Narc on your neighbor narc on a friend
Who gives a damn it's more money to spend
Get paid for the hot tip paid for the name
Come and copy cat Judas for money and fame
Get paid for the hot tip paid for the name
Come perjure yourself in the government game
Narc on your neighbor narc on a friend
Who gives a damn it's more money to spend
Narc on your neighbor narc on a friend
Who gives a damn it's more money to spend
202.7. PAIN IS THE MAIN ATTRACTION
This ain't the time for apathy baby
The stage has been set for action
This ain't the time for apathy baby
Pain is the main attraction
Come to the cities come one and all
To the rooms where the young studs giggle and drawl
Come to the cities come one and all
To the rooms where the girls wiggle jiggle and crawl
Come to the cities come one and all
To the rooms where the deviants scribble and scrawl
Come to the cities come one and all
To the rooms where the traumatized quibble and brawl
Come to the cities come one and all
To the rooms where the drunks come to free fall
Come to the cities come one and all
To the rooms where the broken hearts curse protocol
Where long repressed rage plays a prominent role
Where the frustrated soul can go out of control
This ain't the time for apathy baby
The stage has been set for action
This ain't the time for apathy baby
Pain is the main attraction
202.8. SURVIVAL ISN'T EASY
Survival isn't easy in a jungle if your will isn't able
Survival isn't easy if the best of your intentions aren't pure
Survival isn't easy in a population growing unstable
Survival isn't easy if you haven't got the strength to endure
Survival isn't easy if you're spotted by a passerby shooting
Survival isn't easy where your sacred life can burn in a flash
Survival isn't easy if you're victimized by B&E looting
Survival isn't easy in the system if you haven't got cash
Survival isn't easy if your focus of attention becomes loose
Survival isn't easy if you're bent upon the shortcut win
Survival isn't easy if your outlet is through substance abuse
Survival isn't easy if distractions cause your heart to give in
Survival isn't easy if your destiny has cursed you with trouble
Survival isn't easy if you haven't got a place to unwind
Survival isn't easy if reality is bursting your bubble
Survival isn't easy if you're crucified for speaking your mind
As survival isn't easy on a planet fast decaying
Where abuses lead to personal fame
Perhaps the time has come to say Goodbye to mankind's Gods
Since more than two have gathered in his name
202.9. BLOOD ON THE STREET
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t shine
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t shine
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t shine
If there’s too much flotsam in the psychic brine
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t glow
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t glow
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t glow
If sex is just another way of saying Hello
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t warm
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t warm
The eyes can’t smile ‘cause the soul won’t warm
If abuses of power persist as the norm
There’ll be blood on the streets
When the straw breaks the camel’s back
There’ll be blood on the street
When the straw breaks the camel’s back
When the sky turns gray, when the sun goes cold
When hearts full of tension grow ragged and old
There’ll be blood on the streets
When the straw breaks the camel’s back
202.10. POPULATION DECIMATION
Population decimation
Virus strikes the mighty nation
Population decimation
Sorting wise from fool
Population decimation
Nature cleaning up creation
Population decimation
Jungle law will rule
Population decimation
Ends in raging war sensation
Population decimation
Nothing comes for free
Population decimation
Nature cleaning up creation
Population decimation
Death by land and sea
Population decimation
End of mass manipulation
Population decimation
Struggle to survive
Population decimation
Nature cleaning up creation
Population decimation
Strongest left alive
202.11. THE TIME TO WALK
When the streets are home to homeless
When the murders rise
When the thefts from break and enter
Come as no surprise
When young children packing weapons
Wax, a common sight
When the violent brutal raping's
Curse the neon night
When the power brokers
Start to spout their useless talk
That's the time to pack your bags
That's the time to walk
When the search for soul support
Degenerates to sleaze
When the health care system fails
Inviting in disease
When mass paranoia
Starts to sweep the maddening horde
When the average citizen
Starts living by the sword
When the power brokers
Start to race against the clock
That's the time to say goodbye
That's the time to walk.
When the lying politicians
Have no more to say
When unfocused chaos
Is the order of the day
When to kill or be killed
Starts replacing social plan
When the system crumbles
From the selfishness of man
When the power brokers
Start to panic from the shock
That's the time top hit the road
That's the time to walk
203 Abuses of Power
203.1. HEY LOOK!
Hey look check it out on the Big screen
Through real live action the damage is done
In the family den for kids women and men
High resolution TV is too fun
Hey look check it out on the Big screen
It's a real live horror show
Courtesy of corporate sponsors
And puppet politicians with nowhere to go
Hey look check it out on the Big screen
Shiploads of soldiers and guns
Courtesy of corporate sponsors
Sporting the best of the nation's young sons
Does anyone really expect me to swallow
All this crap about how hard done by Americans are
America is just one more self-indulgent sow
Turning in her own wretched mire
America is just one more corporate slut
Busy whoring her children to feed her selfish desire
Good old America valiantly built
On slave driven foreigners' toil
Great America can't keep her wicked lies fueled
Without premium Arabian oil
Kids if you don't relax you're gonna kill each other
Sorry I forgot that's the whole point of your game
See you in the next world fools
Nobody gets out of playing in the time-space illusion that easily
203.2. ABUSES OF POWER - TECHNOLOGY
Technology, Technology
Cannibal by birth
Technology, Technology
Eating mother earth
Technology, Technology
Feeding human lust
Technology, Technology
Breeding moth and rust
Technology, Technology
Saviour in the cape
Technology, Technology
Spawning global rape
Technology, Technology
Blessed bloody God
Technology, Technology
A waning thin facade
203.3. ABUSES OF POWER #1 - WAR
This game's called Abuses of Power
You don't need hearts to play
Praise Beelzebub the trump card is a club
In the game called Abuses of Power
The goal of the game is riches and fame
For the infamous man of the hour
Who rises to fame 'cause he feels no shame
When abusing his privilege of power
This is a game where one's lust for fame
Plays an uttermost critical role
This is a game where no excuse is too lame
For the play to get out of control
You'll need guns and tanks and regiment ranks
To station on foreigners' soil
You'll need boats and plans and for fanning the flames
You mustn't forget about oil
You'll need plenty of rage 'cause you'll have to engage
In a fight says the power mad man
You'll need martyrs to burn their legends to earn
And last but not least a plan
Here's the plan says the power mad man
Now children you must not cry
You have to perfect your gross lack of respect
To win when it's do or die
Feel the pain of the scene on the TV screen
Feel the pain of the blind and the dumb
Feel the crushing dead weight of their miserable state
'Til your own fucking heart grows numb
Then pack up your notes load the tanks in the boats
Fuel the planes and get ready to fly
Massive disgrace is about to take place
In the desert where innocents die
Won't it be great releasing your hate
For the media's ravening eye
This game is a breeze when you catch the disease
From that other bad power mad guy
Won't it be fun cooking guts in the sun
Oh joy this is such a good plan
Think of the thrill as you butcher and kill
As you murder your own fellow man
Now don't be sad to kill isn't bad
What's the difference you mustn't feel shame
Hate is no sin it's the cardinal win
In this hellish destructive game
Remember the fight is a fight for the right
The right of an overrun state
Hey it's OK I mean that's what we say
When our social lifestyle is at stake
In truth it's a foil for a fight over oil
You see oil is of ultimate worth
It fuels the game of riches and fame
So what if we're raping the earth
And speaking of rape while your mouth is agape
Did I hear a knock on the door
Why it's something for you, something you can do too
Come here take a good look at war
You can fuck all the people, fuck up the land
You can fuck to your heart's content
War's a good deal it offers the feel
Of a home for the twisted and bent
I mean don't you adore, don't you love a good whore
You can fuck 'til the well runs dry
Well open the door to the world's best whore
War's a whore you can fuck till you die
OK kids time to hit those skids
Do your thing for the media's eye
The camera will roll when it's out of control
When "wolf" is the mass human cry
This game's called Abuses of Power
You don't need hearts to play
Praise Beelzebub the trump card is a club
In the game called Abuses of Power
203.4. ABUSES OF POWER #2 - PERJURY OF THE SELF
In this game called Abuses of Power
It's very important to lie
Lie to yourself and to everyone else
Lie 'til you fucking well die
When selfish desire cries Are you for hire
Of course says the world's best whore
It's pointing the finger where said "threats" linger
That leads the best liar to war
By misplaced accusing, the liar is reducing
His stature to that of an elf
One perjures one's soul when one forfeits control
To a power outside of oneself
For in error one sees what he thinks he perceives
As a threat though in truth it's unknown
When believing the power of the man of the hour
Is greater than that of his own
If you forfeit control of your personal soul
Out of fearing a man with no shame
You'll die in the fire set ablaze by the liar
And have but yourself to blame
203.5. ABUSES OF POWER #3 - RICHES AND FAME
This is a game called riches and fame
From the series Abuses of Power
Its alternate name is Pride and Shame
Of the most corrupt man of the hour
Man of the hour
In search of power
Through money won accolade
Man of wealth
Through cunning and stealth
Revering his lust obeyed
When you look at the game of riches and fame
Detached from the harsh earth plane
It seems to be lacking in humour these days
As the players are screaming in pain
Screaming in pain
Cause they're going insane
From the pressure of lust within
Lust for the rush
Of the big time gush
In the rich--fame accolade win
Some players come up winners
Others are sure to get burned
All play saints to sinners
'Til everyone's lessons are learned
Lessons on life
Through joy and strife
Lessons from hate to love
Lessons direct
On self-respect
Learned from below and above
The whole game's played on credit
Something that doesn't exist
Except in the minds of the players
Who simply can't resist
Can't resist
Cease or desist
From lusting after power
Power they seek
As they climb to the peak
Of the money God's Babylon tower
Some take it one step further
To a game of hoard and steal
They forget that a game is only a game
And no game is ever for real
Now, people are real
They think and they feel
Unless money's their measuring rod
Then they cheat and lie
'Til they wither and die
At the feet of the great money God
You see: Money's the focus of most of the players
Cash rules simple and pure
Money's the God that cures all ills
But for money lust there's no cure
Except for death
At your final breath
Death cures money lust fears
Think about death
As you breathe your next breath
And think of your wasted years
Then tell me just who in their right mind
Would bother with riches and fame
I mean, spend your whole life in rat race strife
For chrissakes it's only a game
203.6. ACCESS TO MONEY
Here in the game of riches and fame
The question all players must ask
Is how to get access to money
The game's most challenging task
Politics' number one smoke screen
For that "Under the table deal"
Opens up straight-line access
To tax dollars you can steal
Real estate great for the jugglers
Who's mastered sleight of hand
How many times can you flip over papers
That represent pieces of land
Stock market lovely option
Big time money scam
Believing that valueless stock sand bonds
Are worth more than the spirit of man
Drugs are a sure fire winner
For reaping financial gain
When emotional elves out of touch with themselves
Feel the need to anaesthetize pain
Why not prostitution
No way can you lose
Endless supply of souls too shy
With bodies that you can use
Lotteries just like Vegas
Gambling corner store style
Pull up the lucky number
And smile the quick rich smile
TV Evangelism
Fleece all the elves in the lurch
Ply them with guilt, plunge that sword to the hilt
Till they run with the cash to your church
Banking is no doubt the best bet
Bankers get money and power
Each player's fate rests on the bank rate
Set by the bankman of the hour
Yes here in the game of riches and fame
The bankman takes the top rank
Even prime ministers have to kiss
The ass of the national bank
203.7. TEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT
It’s ten minutes to midnight
She cried to the birth she gave
It’s ten minutes to midnight
Did the madman rant and rave
It’s ten minutes to midnight
She said to man and his greed I am slave
It’s ten minutes to midnight
She turned and rolled over in her grave
In this world so ruled by violence
Mud dust and bloody gore
A scream that knows no silence
Rut lust for a young street whore
In this world now ruled by violence
Let Mammon not set the score
Lest we all perish in silence
At the hands of masters of war
It’s ten minutes to midnight
We wait for the toll of the bell
It’s ten minutes to midnight
Time’s quickening can’t you tell
Hand in hand with the heat where money is God
Money men rule in hell
Is this toxic lady even worth the powder
To blow her soul to hell
203.8. NOT THE 50'S
This is not the fifties of structured control
Versus silver screen sirens and fun Rock 'N' Roll
This is not the fifties of the post-war soul
Learning to play the consumerist role
This is not the fifties of Marilyn Monroe
And baseball's Joltin' Joe Dimaggio
This is not the fifties where TV snow
Would begin to compete with Big Picture Show
This is not the fifties where C.B. clowned
When radical new Rock 'N' Roll came around
This is not the fifties where big bands frowned
At old Bill Haley and the clock he wound
This is not the fifties of Burgers and Coke
With young James Dean lookin' tough with a smoke
This is not the fifties where kids would choke
In the grip of Conservatives right-wing yoke
This is not the fifties of material wins
And roller skates and bowling pins
This is not the fifties of chrome and fins
Full of wild teenagers committing their sins
This is not the fifties where a fresh cut lawn
And a white picket fence were goals of the pawn
This is not the fifties of war long gone
Till Korea got hot and the fight was on
This is not the fifties where conservatives ruled
While threats of damn commies kept the cold war fueled
This is not the fifties where a status quo schooled
On the virtues of marriage was soon to be fooled
203.9. NOT THE 60'S
This is not the sixties where the right-wing balked
When things got tense 'cause the left-wing squawked
This is not the sixties where the long-hairs rocked
'Til the vaults of emotion were secured and unlocked
This is not the sixties where young hearts yearned
For release from inherited lies they had learned
This is not the sixties where tables were turned
When marriage went sour 'cause hearts got burned
This is not the sixties of "Free love is in"
So who the hell cares if we're living in sin
This is not the sixties where eagles dove in
To a whore of a war that no bullet could win
This is not the sixties of War isn't cool
I'm tired of listening to a crew-cut fool
This is not the sixties of Screw the old school
To hell with this shit, Let's break every rule
This is not the sixties where rockets were tooled
In a race for space that kept the cold war fueled
This is not the sixties where Democrats ruled
'Til a couple of bullets got the Kennedy's cooled
This is not the sixties where Beatles and Stones
Along with Bob Dylan helped focus the drones
This is not the sixties where many unknowns
Did well in their wake as big star clones
This is not the sixties where lights went dim
On King Martin Luther's great black battle hymn
This is not the sixties of drugs on a whim
Epitaphed by the corpse twins Janis and Jim
203.10. NOT THE 70'S
This is not the seventies of sword to the hilt
In the gut of the post-war fifties guilt
This is not the seventies of flowers will wilt
Without love from the soul that the sixties built
This is not the seventies of Pop for the Soul
Till rock got harder than the sixties role
This is not the seventies where out of control
Drugged sex was the big stars' ultimate goal
This is not the seventies of dance time daze
When Johnny caught the fever of the Disco phase
This is not the seventies where soft drug ways
Sowed seeds for the cash crop cocaine craze
This is not the seventies where tears were cried
When all time Rock King Elvis died
This is not the seventies where everyone lied
When snakes of the Watergate crime were tried
This is not the seventies where hot Tehran
Gave the boot to the Shah an American plan
This is not the seventies where Muslim man
Said Get the hell out while you know you can
This is not the seventies where everyone saw
True talent in the east-west hockey draw
This is not the seventies where church stood in awe
As living in sin became cool common-law
This is not the seventies where minds were schooled
With space as the goal of computer brains pooled
This is not the seventies where flower power cooled
When cash flows got the new left-wing fooled
203.11. NOT THE 80'S
This is not the eighties
This is far more intense
What the hell is happening to human common sense
This is not the eighties of Big Star whirl
With virgin the blonde and the cute black curl
This is not the eighties of insults to hurl
At Jackson the boy and Madonna the girl
This is not the eighties of industry sings
On discs that fly with digital wings
This is not the eighties where Big Star things
Were meat for the mealy-mouthed media Kings
This is not the eighties
This is far more intense
Who can save the planet from the media events
This is not the eighties of computer design
With silicone plastic magic fine
This is not the eighties of where shall we dine
While I show off this lovely new image of mine
This is not the eighties of check out the stars
Hanging out in the trendy health food bars
This is not the eighties of pollution from cars
And the cop-out question “Could we live on Mars”
This is not the eighties
This is far more intense
What the hell is with all this emotional nonsense
This is not the eighties where weapons were tooled
For sale in a market that terrorists ruled
This is not the eighties where conservatives pooled
With evangelist preachers to keep us all fooled
This is not the eighties of movies insane
Reflecting the level of society's pain
This is not the eighties where high on Cocaine
Foreshadowed the nineties' emotional rain
This is not the eighties
This is far more intense
Who can save the planet from demented presidents
203.12. WELCOME TO THE 90'S
Here amidst abuses of power plots thicken
In hearts of they the world has deemed wise
Here amidst abuses of power hearts quicken
At thoughts of earth's potential demise
Can the power brokers learn to discipline their ego's
Long enough to hear the innocent cries
Can the power brokers learn to discipline their ego's
In time before the big one flies
This friends is the decade of decision
For all the world's abusers of power
Will they live and let live 'til they learn to forgive
Or will they perish in a nuclear shower
Welcome to the nineties, no if’s, and’s or but’s
We're here to greet the inner selves from graceful to klutz
Welcome to the nineties, if you think you've got the guts
Why don't you grab yourself a seat and watch the world go nuts
Can the power brokers those emotional elves
Somehow find a sense of personal worth
Will the power brokers meet their true higher selves
Or will the meek inherit the earth
This friends is the decade of decision
For all the world's abusers of power
Will they live and let live till they learn to forgive
Or will they perish in a nuclear shower
Welcome to the nineties, check your horoscopic chart
Don't let power brokers stamp a number on your heart
Welcome to the nineties, put the horse before the cart
Prepare to flee for cover when the system comes apart
Here amidst abuses of power plots thicken
In hearts of they, the world has deemed wise
Here amidst abuses of power hearts quicken
At thoughts of earth's potential demise
Will the level-headed who still have some self-respect
Rise to honour the Aquarian Age
By venting their emotion through artistic endeavors
That will counter the abusive outrage
This friends is the decade of decision
For everyone including you and I
Will we live and let live till we learn to forgive
Will we live and let live or let die
Welcome to the nineties pull that bible off the shelf
It's time to trash the falsehoods from the oracle of Guelph
Welcome to the nineties you emotional elf
The time has come for you to meet the God inside yourself
Welcome to the nineties where material goods
Will no longer be God for all the elves in the woods
Where I can't and I won't, where shouldn'ts and shoulds
Will be challenged by artists trading couldn'ts for coulds
Welcome to the nineties where weapons of steel
Through abuses of power will be sealing the deal
Where the devil will smile and the public will kneel
At the altar of war to worship hell that is real
Welcome to the nineties where the future comes fast
As the souls on parade are completely unmasked
Where the fire burns hot and the fire burns fast
For abusers of power who have placed the earth last.
Welcome to the nineties where the conscience obeyed
Aggrandizes the meek in this final decade
Till the spirit of truth for which peace lovers prayed
Brings to each his reward on the last hand played
203.13. ANARCHY
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Ascending from the pit
Anarchy oh Anarchy
The soul must deal with it
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Degenerating souls
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Losing all controls
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Clubs and guns and knives
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Fueled by baser drives
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Cannibal of lust
Anarchy oh Anarchy
God of the Unjust
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Worshipping the hate
Anarchy oh Anarchy
A cursed hellish fate
Anarchy oh Anarchy
Ascending from the pit
Anarchy oh Anarchy
The soul must deal with it
203.14. DEMOCRACY
Democracy Democracy
Easy to abuse
Democracy Democracy
Easier to lose
Democracy Democracy
Foundation rocks and reels
Democracy Democracy
Pursuing the ideals
Democracy Democracy
Freedom hangs the fools
Democracy Democracy
Majority still rules
Democracy Democracy
System that can grow
Democracy Democracy
Safer way to go
Democracy Democracy
Turtle racing hare
Democracy Democracy
Slow but much more fair
Democracy Democracy
Best format that we've got
Democracy Democracy
Give it your best shot
203.15. DEMOCRACY OR ANARCHY
Democracy or anarchy
Face the truth or lie
Democracy or anarchy
Regenerate or die
Aquarius approaches
Consciousness to raise
Democracy or anarchy
Light or darker days
Aquarius approaches
Sorting wise from fool
Democracy or anarchy
Peace for social ghoul
Aquarius approaches
Testing common sense
Democracy or anarchy
You can’t sit on the fence
Aquarius approaches
With double bladed sword
Democracy or anarchy
Claim your just reward
Aquarius approaches
To solve the social ill
Democracy or anarchy
Show respect or kill
Aquarius approaches
The true selves to explore
Democracy or anarchy
The wolf is at the door
Aquarius approaches
Awaits beyond those doors
Democracy or anarchy
Friends the choice is yours
203.16. THE UN
You see the UN as a force to keep peace
I’ve heard it said squeaky wheels get the grease
Somebody’s running out of peasants to fleece
So they’re clearing the contracts to sign a world lease
You see the UN putting out fires
I see a mouthpiece for a pack of harsh liars
Acting as foils for the corporate criers
Protecting their self indulgent ego desires
You hear the sounds of negotiative noise
Fair arbitration through political ploys
I hear the squawking of spoiled little boys
Sandbox bullies with big war toys.
You say fanatics are a threat to mankind
I say STOP check your own filthy mind
Everybody loses if those ego bruisers lead to chaos
When emotions rage out of control
The UN sanctifies the war machine
Fanning the fire ‘cause the fuel’s too lean
Have to flex muscles, they’re big boys now
That’s peace keepers busy showing us how
You see the UN defending our lands
I see the UN with blood on its hands
You say the UN will solve this discord
“ Live by the sword and you will die by the sword”
203.17. WE’RE CALLING
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
To show us they still give a damn
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
‘Cause the backyard has gone to the dogs
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
To help us to clean up this mess
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
To focus the soon second wave
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
To help us play out the next play
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
To stand up for what they believed
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
To show us that God is not dead
We’re calling on the sixties IDEALISTS
Not the corporate emotional elves
We’re calling on the sixties idealists
We mean those who stayed true to themselves
Hey you with the hair laying down over there
Hey you who receded from fame
Hey you with the hair laying down over there
Get up off your ass and get back in the game
203.18. DECEPTIONS
When politicians egotistical perhaps insane
Devise cruel military plots that will insure personal gain
Their mindless murdering should shock even the wickedest of Cain
Who lets them showboat for the public
Through impunity they reign
Did someone see that emperor strut proudly for the crowd
Am I the only voice that shouts “You’re naked and too loud!"
When said religious leaders lie and cheat their way to fame
The show Religion becomes but a silly television game
Obsessed with emulating politics in terms of laying blame
I see it's busy in the viper pit
So many snakes to shame
Did someone see that emperor strut proudly for the crowd
Am I the only voice that shouts “You’re naked and too loud!"
When parents rape their children without guilt, without remorse
And narcissistically abuse them with emotional brute force
As they're about to throw the towel in when their voices have grownhoarse
Those parents tell the biggest lie
To save the kids we won't divorce.
These are but a few of the most obvious portents
That precipitate the poets disdain
And though it is disgusting when the whole scene makes me sick
I am still thankful for deception as he is my dog to kick
And as lying fangs annoy me when I'm moved to later on
I think I'll give him one good kick and they'll be permanently gone
When egos badly fragmented by mirrors who have lied
Resort to swimming in the ocean made of tears their hearts have cried
In one last effort to escape the swelling introspective tide
To be or not to be becomes the issue
People must decide
203.19. THEY'RE THRASHING
They're thrashing without focus 'cause it's rotten to the core
I mean the filthy legacy bequeathed to them at birth
Thrashing without focus pouring salt into the sore
Because you selfish parents have destroyed the planet earth
Born into a vacuum
Without reason without rhyme
Tell me should they honour you
You parents with no time
Born into technology
Technology to burn
Parental creature comforts
Left in lieu of real concern
Born into a garbage pit
What a fucking thrill
What the hell to do with it
All this time to kill
Born into confusion
Futureless from birth
Parents busy sucking
All the life out of the earth
Angry and detached
Without a target for their rage
Tell me should they give a damn
Do you at twice their age
Energy is on their side
Power to amass
Think about it parents
Better watch your ass
203.20. THEIR INHERITANCE
This is their inheritance
A planet in decay
This is their inheritance
A dump where vultures prey
This is their inheritance
Massive mega-shit
This is their inheritance
A stinking garbage pit
This is their inheritance
Give your head a shake
Not a whole lot here
That even thieves would want to take
So this is their inheritance
What a fucking thrill
So much for the treasures
Of last testament and will
This is their inheritance
A world without respect
What a great inheritance
There's nothing to protect
This is their inheritance
A stinking garbage pit
This is their inheritance
What will they do with it
203.21. THEIR PARENTS
Their parents hit the streets
And offered flowers to the war
Then did a total turnaround
Submitting to the whore
The whoring God of money lust
And power outside the self
The whoring God that preys
On the emotional elf
It took those parents ten years
To grind ideals into dust
The seventies shone honouring
The booty of their lust
The eighties took it further
Now there's nothing left to save
The nineties will be piping
All the rats into the grave
What a sorry mess
Their parents' lust has left behind
What a sorry mess
Now cursing all of humankind
And who'll be left to clean up
When they're finished having fun
Who'll be left to clean up
When the global rape is done
Enter in the kids
Who have been thrashing wild of late
Enter in the kids
All born to waste the ghouls of hate
203.22. FAMILIES WITH MONEY
Is Mommy a business person
Is Dad a political guy
Is Mommy a helpless neurotic
Is Daddy cold cunning and sly
Is Mommy at drinks with her good friend
The lover she keeps on the side
Is Daddy out boozing and whoring
With the harlot he has to hide
Does Mother mean anything to her
When she's partying out on the town
Does Father mean anything to him
When he stars as a social clown
And do you all live in a big house
Drive two perhaps three cars
Where do you keep your emotions
While they hang with the superstars
Why pay respect to your parents
How can you they're never at home.
Go break the law what the hell who cares
Daddy will buy your way out
Money is great it grows on trees
When your Dad has political clout
Does he empathize with your anger
Does big Daddy show you respect
Or does he just buy you distractions
And hide behind money's effect
Go break the law what the hell who cares
Mommy will buy your way out
She has to save face in the business place
She can't let her friends find out
Does she empathize with your anger
Or has her heart grown too cold
From playing the game of riches and fame
In an effort to not grow old
Is this what you call a home life
Where the silence is screaming so loud
Because you have to hide your emotions
Just so Mom and Dad can be proud
Funny how money seduces
The parents who've taken its oath
To revel in self-indulgence
Forfeiting their spiritual growth
Money's the key to the good life
At least that's what they'd like to think
'Til they're foundered by over consumption
And their rotting hearts start to stink
Now what of your older sister
Who has to look after you
Will she be a clone of your mother
Will she be neurotic too
With little perhaps no concept
Of just who the hell she is
Repeating emotional patterns
Transferred from her mother, Miss Biz
And you my friend what about you
Will you by this trauma be had
Will you too follow the famous footsteps
Of your bigtime smart ass Dad
Yes you my friend what about you
With the heart that is lonely and sad
Will you piss it up 'til the lights go out
On the boy who has turned out bad
Funny how money seduces
Retarding the spiritual growth
Of all of the hearts in the family
Parents and children both
'Til they realize how much money
Is costing their spiritual selves
'Til they realize how much money has kept them
Stunted emotional elves
203.23. WHY DO YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME
From hippie to yuppie in 20 fast years
I hope you don't choke on your crocodile tears
Why do you say that you love me
When you don't love me
You poison the oceans, you butcher the trees
You burn out the ozone while polluting the breeze
On a planet drawn and quartered by political sleaze
We are dying from the deadliest viral disease
Why do you say that you love me
When you don't love me
Busy flexing the muscle of that selfish old guard
You are raping and trashing our collective back yard
Don't tell me you love me when you don't love me.
Your suburbs are boring, home to the corporate blind
The crime rate is soaring, drives me out of my mind
Basic respect is something I'll never find
In a world where the almighty buck is enshrined
Why do you say that you love me
When you don't love me
You say you were focused on social reform
But it’s each for himself on the street in the storm
Don't tell me you love me
When you don't love me
Hypocrisy shines in your selfish glazed eyes
Does hypocrisy line all the eyes -- of the wise
Is your selfish heart bleeding behind that disguise Is your selfish heartbreeding a child that defies
Why do you say that you love me
When you don't love me
So much for flowers and music and Cid
I know you had fun but look what you did
Don't tell me you love me
When you don't love me
You say please forgive me for my blind disregard
I know that I have to but I'll tell you it's hard
Justified by the muscle of that selfish old guard
You are raping and trashing our collective back yard
And you lie when you say that you love me
You lie lie lie
You lie when you say that you love me
If you don't love me
Should I inherit your attitudes habits and fears
Will the next generation tolerate the insult of deaf ears
Why do you say that you love me
Why Why Why
Why do you say that you love me
When you don't love me
203.24. WHY SHOULD I PAY
Why should I pay for your party
Yeah you the bad boomer brats
Why should I pay for your party
You sad generation of stats
Why should I pay for your party
Pay off your own fucking debt
Why should I pay for your party
You selfish and stubborn mules
Why should I pay for your party
Write it off you ridiculous fools.
203.25. NARCISSIST PARENTS
Parents who constantly harp on the weakness
Parents who speak as if only they know
Parents who blind to their children’s uniqueness
In error repress the child’s efforts to grow
Parents programming the minds of their children
Keeping the creature evolving so slow
Transferring trauma from parent to offspring
This is the curse of a stale status quo
Parents demeaning the children’s difference
Parents who worship dogmatic facades
Parents who’ve never moved though adolescence
Preaching with pride as if their word was God’s
These are the parents who laugh criticizing
These are the parents who truly abuse
Child against parent, is that so surprising
Abusers of power must all pay their dues
Parents who KNOW what is good for their children
Parents who compromised days of their youth
Parents who can’t feel the love of their children
These are full blind to the spirit of truth
These are the parents whose pain is apparent
These are the parents who need love to grow
These are the parents that children musts parent
In order to alter this stale status quo
204 Self-Realization
204.1. THE DIVINERS
Wizards or prophets, magicians with sage
It’s not who they are it is what they do
The second wave youths are coming of
Divining as mirrors for me and for you
One crown for the foils in which they are dressed
One crown for the love with which they are blessed
One crown for the hearts that can mirror the mind
These are the crowns of the souls that divine
One crown for their power to penetrate lies
One crown for the in sight that graces their eyes
One crown for the hearts that can mirror the mind
These are the crowns of the soul that divine
One crown for the fast formal functions they bear
One crown for the psychical swords that they wear
One crown for the hearts that can mirror the mind
These are the crowns of the souls that divine
Wizards or prophets, magicians with sage
It’s not who they are it is what they do
The second wave youths are coming of
Divining as mirrors for me and for you
204.2. ENTER IN THE KIDS
Who is going to clean up
When they're finished having fun
Who is going to clean up
When the global party's done
Who is going to clean up
All the stinking afterbirth
Who is going to clean up
Raped and bleeding mother earth
Enter in the kids who speak of planetary goals
Enter in the kids who face a system full of holes
Enter in the kids who will fulfill their destined roles
While sorting through the trash to find salvation for their souls
Enter in the kids who will soon leave their homes behind
Enter in the kids who'll have a Kharma self-defined
Enter in the kids who'll use inventions they've designed
To fix the fucking mess now cursing all of humankind
Enter in the kids who will survive their parents' fate
Enter in the kids who will succeed the ghouls of hate
Enter in the kids who have been thrashing wild of late
Enter in the kids all born to fix the sorry state
Enter in these kids who indiscreetly vent their rage
Enter in these kids who came to live the last teenage
Enter in these kids for whom the whole world is a stage
Where they will greet the golden dawning of the telepathic age
204.3. SECOND GENERATION FLOWERCHILD
He's the king of the emotional hearers
A truth seeker in the castle of mirrors
He's got skin like silk and his eyes shine brighter
He's addicted to milk so his teeth flash whiter
The man of the present is the man of the future
In a new and more emotional role
He's a second generation flowerchild
He's a whole lot smarter, and a lot less wild
He's a welcome refresher in a world defiled
He's a second generation flowerchild
He's got little use for hard substance abuse
His artistic expression has escaped its oppression
An artist at heart he sees truth in all art
In his new and more emotional role
He's a second generation flowerchild
He's a whole lot smarter, and a lot less wild
He's a welcome refresher in a world defiled
He's a second generation flowerchild
He's a lot more empathic perhaps telepathic
So he listens with humor to publicized rumor
He's immune to disaster ‘cause his mind works faster
In this new and more emotional role
He's a second generation flowerchild
He's a whole lot smarter and a lot less wild
He's a welcome refresher in a world defiled
He's a second generation flowerchild
204.4. I
I is who I am
As an emotional self
I is who I am
So be it giant or elf
204.5. WHERE'S THAT POPE
Where's that Pope with the hanging rope
That comes like a thief in the night
Where's that Pope with the hanging rope
For those who've "seen the light"
Where's that Pope with the hanging rope
For lemmings in the lurch
Where's that Pope with the hanging rope
Of the Roman Catholic Church
Where's that Pope with the hanging rope
For a world in dire straits
Where's that Pope with the hanging rope
Quick your beast awaits
I saw six six six on a banner
Waved by a crier's hand
I saw six six six on a banner
Darkness 'cross the land
I saw six six six on a banner
War toys in the sand
I saw six six six on a banner
Christians' final stand
When you hear of wars and rumours of wars
Know that the time is at hand
204.6. PROPHETS
As prophets do not write the script
Predicting joy or trauma
Prophets are not supermen
Nor are they heaven-sent
Prophets merely document
The movement of the drama
As human minds collective
Birth the cosmical event
204.7. I CAME TO BRING GOD HOME
The church won't be guiding the decisions I make
Control of my destiny is mine to take
I'm tired of facing terrors in the desert where I roam
I'm tired of tracing errors in the psychic catacomb
Through song and celebration, I offer my Shalom
I came to find salvation I came to bring God home
Three quarks to the baryon, three sheets to the wind
Three parts to the trinity for peasants who have sinned
Three coins in the fountain, three men stood and grinned
Three prayers for the psyches of the spirits they have skinned
What's with all the numbers never mind the trees
Seems to me the wise can't see the forest for the threes
I'll not forfeit my soul through fanatical taint
I'll not forfeit my soul to the whip of restraint
I’ll not forfeit my soul even though I grow faint
I'll not writhe in the grip of the political saint
The sin of omission is the cardinal sin
That curses the spirit reluctant to sin
Though past attachments try me to cheat me of my grail
Though past attachments try me my focus is not frail
Though past attachments try me, they are of no avail
The church can never buy me my soul is not for sale
The church won't be selling salvation to me
I'm taking control of my own destiny
I'm tired of facing terrors in the desert where I roam
I'm tired of tracing errors in the psychic catacomb
Through song and celebration I offer my Shalom
I came to find salvation I came to bring God home
204.8. CAPTAIN SNUGGLES
Christ better come quickly Gods love to bestow
'Cause we're about to jettison this stale status quo
Have you ever seen a church naked with no steeple
Have you ever seen the God that bled to bless the blind
Have you ever seen a group of tunnel visioned people
Spin into psychotic rage when someone kicks them from behind
Christ better come quickly Gods love to bestow
'Cause we're about to jettison this stale status quo
Good old Captain Snuggles and his howlin' commandos
Are sittin' on a powder keg ready to blow
Good old Captain Snuggles and his howlin' commandos
Have arrived to prepare you for the ultimate show
Have you ever seen a state existing with no borders
Have you ever seen true peace it is a state of mind
Have you ever seen a nation laugh at social orders
Overwhelmed by the emotion that sustains all humankind
Have you ever seen a man who dances with his brothers
Have you ever seen a man articulate the rain
Have you ever seen a man who lives his life for others
Just because he cannot stand to watch the others squirm in pain
Christ better come quickly Gods love to bestow
'Cause we're about to jettison this stale status quo
Good old Captain Snuggles and his howlin' commandos
Are sittin' on a powder keg ready to blow
Good old Captain Snuggles and his howlin' commandos
Have arrived to prepare you for the ultimate show
204.9. THE TEMPLE OF THE PENTACLE STAR
Come to me darling
Come to me darling
Come let the cool breeze blow
Come to me darling
Come to me darling
Come when the sun sets low
Come to me darling
Come to me darling
Come when the moon is aglow
Come to me darling
Come to me darling
Come to the valley below
Come to me darling
Come little white dove
Forfeit the fools for the brave
Come to me darling
Come pretty princess
Be there no longer a slave
Come to me darling
Come my beloved
Follow the heretic knave
Come to me darling
Come my sweet siren
Come for the mystery you crave
There with desire, the unquenchable fire
That will burn and forever be true
Spirits entwine, how they sparkle and shine
Juste comme petite verre de vin doux
204.9a. THE TEMPLE
Sing with me darling
Sing with me darling
Sing when the cool breeze blow
Sing with me darling
Sing with me darling
Sing when the sun set low
Sing with me darling
Sing with me darling
Sing in the valley below
Sing with me darling
Sing with me darling
The song of the sacred “Chateaux”
Sing with me darling
Sing little white dove
To the druids of Stonehenge times
Sing with me darling
Sing pretty princess
The story of Goliard rhymes
Sing with me darling
Sing my sweet siren
And laugh at the church bell chimes
Sing with me darling
Sing my beloved
Of murderous Christian crimes
There in full measure with passion for pleasure
We will sing to those wise men three
May they conquer what blinds them as our treasure reminds them
That the spirit of truth take no fee
204.9b. THE TEMPLE
Dance with me darling
Dance with me darling
Dance ‘til your spirit is free
Dance with me darling
Dance with me darling
Dance for the ecstasy
Dance with me darling
Dance with me darling
Dance in the visions you see.
Dance with me darling
Dance with me darling
In honour of antiquity
Dance with me darling
Dance little white dove
Dance with Knights of Navarre
Dance with me darling
Dance pretty princess
Dance with me crossing the bar
Dance with me darling
Dance my sweet siren
Where flames can be seen from afar
Dance with me darling
Dance my beloved
In the temple of the pentacle star
There by the streams in the valley of dreams
Where peasant paid homage to youth
There the renown of coronis the crown
Does honour the glorious truth
204.10. MOHAMMED
The posthumous son of one Abdullah bin Abdul
Muttalib of the tribe of Quarysh
Mohammed the child survived his mother Aminah
And sustained his parents only in flesh
Raised by his mother then by his good uncle
Mohammed spent days of his youth
Traveling with traders from Mecca to Syria
Seeking a taste of the truth
Influenced by banifs whose ascetic realism
Challenged trendy pagan Arab facade
Whilst favouring Jew and Christian monotheism
Mohammed sought the grace of one God
Though at age twenty-five Mohammed married Khadija
A wealthy widow forty years old
He continued to frequent a cave in the mountains
To seek a truth theretofore untold
One night in Ramadan, Mohammed age forty
By chance in a trance during sleep
Met Archangel Gabriel mouthpiece of Allah
Sentinel host of the deep
Standing at the gate of the collective unconscious
That was guarded by great Gabriel's hand
Mohammed lent an ear to the most holy archangel
And received a thrice repeated command
Recite Recite Recite
Inscribed on his heart when Mohammed awoke
Was the message the archangel Gabriel spoke
Recite in the name of your lord who created
Created man from clots of blood
Recite your lord is the most bountiful one
Who by the pen taught man what he did not know
204.12. HEMISPHERIC SYNCHRONIZATION
If the state of hemispheric brainwave synchronization
Provides access to one's pre-destined plan
Then a man finds salvation through self-realization
As a psychically androgynous man
The man who masters hemispheric synchronization
Who procures validation through divine contemplation
Then secures his salvation through self-realization
Is a psychically androgynous man
204.13. THE HIGHER SELF
When the true higher self
Becomes the trusted counterpart
A second coming happens in the silence of ones heart
204.14. THE EMOTIONAL ELF
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Is a pearl in an oyster shell
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Has power it come to know well
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Is a butterfly still in cocoon
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Must learn how to sing it’s own tune
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Is a crystal inside of a stone
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Is predestined to shine on it’s own
The emotional elf An unrealized self
Must access a mirror to view
When the tiny wee elf Sees the truth of itself
It will smile at the things it can do.
The true higher self Of the questioning elf
Is charmed by the power of love
To the questioning elf The true higher self
Will answer when push comes to shove
The emotional elf an unrealized self
Must forfeit its ego control
To exit its youth and access the truth
Of the true higher self in it’s soul
204.15. AWAKENING
Awakening they call it
Inside the heart of man
Is this the final chapter of evangelist' plan
Awakening they call it
Midheaven of the chart
Opening the telepathic channel to the heart
Awakening they call it
Soliciting the self
From deep within the heart of the emotional elf
Awakening they call it
For from the mouths of babes
Comes knowledge of the self that will redeem the psychic slaves
Awakening they call it
Freedom from the lies
Freedom from the shackles of the cultured and the wise
Awakening they call it
In time thy will be done
For when the wars are over then the true self will be one
Awakening they call it
Power to divine
Feel with psychic witness let the holy spirit shine
Awakening they call it
Inside the heart of man
Is this the final chapter of evangelist' plan
205 Common Sense
205.1. THE IDEA WHOSE TIME HAS COME
When the need for psychic growth waxes flowerful
And overwhelms the heart that is numb
Then indeed there is nothing more powerful
Then the idea whose time has come
If the hot advertisement on the psychic marquee
Conflicts with the coding in the DNA
Then the hot advertisement on the psychic marquee
Leads the vulnerable pre disposed ego astray
And narcissism festers in the heart that has grown cold
And pus excreted by the system hardens into scabby mold
Concealing raw emotion seething 'neath the surface uncontrolled
Secretly biding time until its destined future can unfold
Then the lonely soul feels he'd be better off dead
Then parading the streets with a price on his head
When the lonely soul feels he'd be better off dead
He becomes like an infant who cries to be fed
Enter Miss Goody Two Shoes prissy by day
But a hell raisin’, partyin' howler by night
When Miss Goody Two Shoes prissy by day
Gets suddenly snuffed and goes out like a light
'Cause she does what she has to goes out and has fun
'Til the lonely soul on the street packin' a gun
Spots Goody and snaps a dirty deed is done
Just when you thought the wild west had been won
When the need for psychic growth waxes flowerful
And overwhelms the heart that is numb
Then indeed there is nothing more powerful
Than the idea whose time has come
205.2. OPINIONS
Let's look at opinions
I'll write some out in rhyme
Summarized reactions
To sensations stopped in time
Opinions that are heartfelt
With charm and style and grace
Opinions that are heartfelt
Make the world a better place
Opinions may be subject
To the heat of strong debate
But criticism has no right
To judge opinion's state
Why react in anger
There's no need to shout
Just form your own opinion
That's what life's about
Isn't that what life's about
A strong society
Pinioned on opinions
Of he and she and thee
A world with firm opinions
Is a world safe and secure
A world with no opinions
Is grotesquely insecure
Opinions are of value
When they mark one's point of view
But only for the moment
Do opinions stand as true
Opinions are not static
They're changing as I grow
And that is my opinion
That is what I know
Acceptance of opinions
Offers spiritual release
Empathy for others
That's the key to peace
Opinions of this moment now
Will form the future's truth
Hence: Power lies in opinions
Of a culture's budding youth
205.3. THE DICTATOR
Why do the people give him so much power
So much power inside their own minds?
Is it not because they are unwilling to accept responsibility forthemselves individually And hence collectively?
205.4. THE ROAD TO HELL
Like the radical sister
Ever dropping the habit
Seeking soul salvation not heaven sent
Double talking tongue twisters
Rob the hat from their rabbit
Where the road to hell is paved with intent
205.5. THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR
I met a young man who developed a plan
Based on three part geometric design
To encourage the role of the artistic soul
To enhance creative spirits divine
The man was quite stable full willing and able
To share with the world what he knew
As a soldier of peace seeking psychic release
In the army he’d learned what to do
He said triangles rule, they’re the ultimate tool
For focusing emotional power
He said “Look at we three we I mean God you and me”
In the face of the rage we don’t cower
With his head in a war zone his heart on a skewer
Where the wisest were rare and the honest were fewer
When his fears had been borne out of imaginings
He said “Discretion was the better part of valor”
Then he smiled and he laughed as he sipped on his draft
And I saw in him a great sense of humor
That had kept his mind clear in the face of his fear
As he dealt with man’s ugliest rumor
It was laughter and it’s logical system
That sustained him when the bullets had missed him
When fears have been born out of imaginings
Perhaps laughter is the better part of valor
205.6. RECEIVE
If you’re losing your soul inside a psychic black hole
And that soul is the one and only thing that you own
When your two conscious voices say “You’ve run out of choices
Boy, you’ve lingered for too long in the twilight zone."
Pray that ignominy will flee and not curse you
When fame graces the anarch in your psychic third eye
Pray that your destiny will freely asperse you
In the name of the monarch whom all gods deify
Then receive from the womb of the unconscious Id
The metaphysical secrets of esoteric's divine
Receive from the womb of the unconscious Id
The psychological secrets of the empiric's design
If the wish to win tempts you but the specter pre-empts you
As the fear of hell has overwhelmed the pride you have known
You've been caught at the junctions of your own formal functions
By the grip of ambivalence that hides the unknown
Pray that ignominy will flee and not curse you
When fame graces the anarch in your psychic third eye
Pray that your destiny will freely asperse you
In the name of the monarch whom all gods deify
Then, receive from the womb of the unconscious Id
The metaphysical secrets of esoteric's divine
Receive from the womb of the unconscious Id
The psychological secrets of the empiric's design
205.7. AN HONEST MAN
You can curse who he is with every name in the book
But you can't cheat an honest man
An honest man speaks with respect for his conscience
Consistent in every way
An honest man speaks with respect for his conscience
When he's at work or at play
An honest man sees with the clearest perception
He sees with the eye of his mind
An honest man sees with the clearest perception
Guilt is not making him blind
An honest man lives with respect for his power
Forever in love with the truth
An honest man lives as the man of the hour
Forever in touch with his youth
You can lie like a trooper, you can scam like a crook
You can hatch the most devious plan
You can curse who he is with every name in the book
But you can't cheat an honest man
205.8. YOU CAN LEAD A HORSE TO WATER
I feel their tempers gnashing
I question what is this
I watch their futile thrashing
Out of ignorance not bliss
I offer them encouragement
Emotional support
They cower and they shrink in fear
My efforts they abort
I watch them point their fingers at me
Paranoid they must
I love but they resent my love
They simply will not trust
I turn my head and walk away
And to myself I think
You can lead a horse to water
But you cannot make it drink
205.9. PEOPLE BEFORE ME OR SHE
Of threats to volition
In the human condition
Gender prejudice rules as the worst
For the world to survive
And the specie to thrive
Men and women must become people first
People before they are male or female
People before he or she
People aware of the truth of each other
And not so obsessed with the me
Who do you see
When you're looking at me
Do you see the he or the me
As long as you see
What you want me to be
You'll never ever ever see me
People before they are male or female
People before he or she
People aware of the truth of each other
And not so obsessed with the me
205.10. GIFT OR BARGAIN
Is this a gift or a bargain
Free for real or part of a deal
Is this a gift or a bargain
Just give me the goods straight up
You are insistentsaying "I Love you
Take it, it's for free"
You're so persistent if you do love me
Why are you constantly pressuring me
What is this everything that you do
You do for only me
Let me suggest it's all done for you
For the accolade sought out of pure vanity
If you can give with no wish for return
The act is then truly kind
If you can't give with no wish for return
There's ulterior motives in the back of your mind
"I'll give you this may you always enjoy"
Herein no bargain is made
"I'll give you this if you give me that"
This is no gift it's a trade
Is this a gift or a bargain then
How well do you know your heart
As the knowledge of self is a lifetime quest
The giving of gifts is indeed a learned art
205.11. THE PERSON CALLED FRIEND
The person called friend doesn’t narc on his neighbor
For money or favours or fortune or fame
The person called friend doesn’t endlessly labour
To cheat or coerce me or use me to blame
The person called friend is a positive mixture
Honour and loyalty’s natural blend
The person called friend is a permanent fixture
The person called friend remains true to the end
The person called friend doesn’t weasel his neighbor
Of money to finance and fuel a cold war
The person called friend doesn’t endlessly labor
To create paranoia from shore to shore
The person called friend doesn’t lie to his neighbor
Or place stumbling blocks in the way of his soul
The person called friend doesn’t endlessly labor
To shackle mankind through religious control
The person called friend doesn’t narc on his neighbor
For money or favors or fortune or fame
The person called friend doesn’t endlessly labor
To cheat or coerce or seek someone to blame
The person called friend is the one who respects me
The person called friend is the one I protect
The person called friend is the one that I share with
The person called friend is the one I respect
The person called friend is a positive mixture
Honour and loyalty’s natural blend
The person called friend is a permanent fixture
The person called friend remains true to the end
205.12. ONE GOOD FRIEND
If you find yourself one good friend in life
Your innermost secrets to tell
If you find yourself one good friend in life
I'd say that you've done quite well
It might be the rad Red Robin kid
With the healthy heaving chest
Who took your order for taco sauce
That put you to the test
It might be the maid mad artist man
Who paints the city walls
It might be the writer-dancer fan
Who answers all his calls
It might be the star of the hard rock scene
The man who plays his bass
For the subtly sensuous soap screen Queen
With the ever smiling face
It might be the model sleek and sly
Who loves to live for the whip
Of her funny old fat photographer guy
Now aren't those two a trip
It might be the private dick named Joe
The Mr. Find It guy
Who lives for the hitter chicks hot to go
With the love of Do or Die
It might be the tease with the master plan
Who's crashed at the Marble Arch
Sister in crime to the stock-bond man
Who's thrashed from extra starch
It might be the hooker on Richards Street
The tart they love to taunt
It might be the chef that cooked your meat
In the corner restaurant
It might be the gilded girl at Benny's
Who priced your gold-rush stake
It might be the short fat waiter at Denny's
Who fed you the hot fudge cake
It might be the freaked out sky-train rider
Who lives for street gang fights
It might be the part-time pro hang-glider
Who works at the Penthouse nights
It might be the bow-legged bald bartender
Screaming "You're too drunk"
It might be the son of a sick mind-bender
Flyin' sky high on junk
It might be the cute little cuddly cupid
With ruby red dancing shoes
It might be the one who won't call you stupid
When you're cryin' the broken heart blues
It might be the busker down in the market
Saturday afternoons
It might be the dude who's playin' loan shark it
With the borderline mafia goons
It might be that funny feline hacker
Who smiles like a buddha cat
It might be that willowy blond in the Tracker
Whoa now you gotta love that
Yes it might be the waitress willing and able
With her dreams of becoming a star
It might be the waitress who keeps you stable
Cause she loves the pure spirit you are
It might be the jerk on the barroom floor
Down wasted Granville way
Who works as a clerk in the grocery store
Near the Cactus Club café
It might be those crazy bistro skinners
Who stare like shameless boys
At the long-legged bosomy love doll sinners
Who share those nameless toys
It might be the cruiser in skirt and stilettos
Daytime doctor's nurse
Who once was a boozer down in the ghettos
Playtime bad to worse
It might be the seeker of a new sensation
With the shy homebound girlfriend
It might be the speaker for the X-generation
Who'll fly with you right to the end
It might be the vamp at the cat and the fiddle
Who has so much to say
It might be the tramp singin' Hey diddle diddle
Who loves to watch her play
It might be the prophet sad but wise
Who feels the tragic bliss
It might be Miss Muffet in the devil's disguise
Who heals with a magic kiss
If you find yourself one good friend in life
Your personal secrets to tell
If you find yourself one good friend in life
I'd say that you've done quite well
205.13. NOTHING EVER COMES EASY
Nothing ever comes easy you know
Gotta work like a dog fingers to the bone
Nothing ever comes easy you know
Yet a harvest is reaped from the seeds you have sown
Everyone toils a living to make
Yet some ever wait for the sacred big break
Everyone gambles their chances to take
So much to lose and so much at stake
Everyone lives off the fishes he nets
Evangelist preaches landlord he lets
Everyone wants what the other guy gets
Husbands and wives possessions and pets
One sits in silence while one takes the lure
One is a thinker the other a doer
Everyone sniffs out the great money spoor
Rich grow wealthy while others grow poor
May your heart never stumble your head never fall
May you dance ever dance like the belle of the ball
May you always succeed never tasting the gall
May it be a great harvest good luck to you all
205.14. TOUCHSTONES
Thank you for the touchstones
In this playground where I play
Thank you for the touchstones
On the road along the way
Thank you for the touchstones
In the dark of lonely nights
Thank you for the touchstones
On my telepathic flights
Thank you for the touchstones
That protect me in the strife
Thank you for the touchstones
That have charmed my destined life
Thank you for the touchstones
On the mountains I have climbed
Thank you for the touchstones
In the poems I have rhymed
Thank you for the touchstones
Through me weeping for the soul
Thank you for the touchstones
Through me speaking for the whole
Thank you for the touchstones
To the alter where I pray
Thank you for the touchstones
On the road along the way
205.15. MOTHER
Who heals bruises cuts and hurts
Who cooks meals and stitches skirts
Who’s aware of every trick
Always strong and never sick
Who cleans up your youthful mess
who cures wrongs and comes to bless
Who shows up to see your show
Guides you as you come and go
Who encourages your deeds
Always there to meet your needs
Who is sad if you should cry
Who is happy when you try
Who is she who gives her time
Forgives you for your naughty crime
Ignores the worst and sees the best
Welcomes you back to the nest
Who is she who can’t be sold
Can’t grow tired and can’t grow old
Who still loves you if you’re odd
Your her child and she’s a god
Mothers have a thankless job
Not like that of uncle Bob
He’s a hero she’s a slave
Just like Christ she lives to save
205.16. THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE
When the tears are washed away
By silent permeating
Birthing compromise
A sense of brotherhood creating
'Tis then that God forgives his man
For insults that were hurled
When the fingers pointing
Have become a hand to shake
When the meek reclaim the earth
Their rightful place to take
'Tis then the shining flag of truth
Is gracefully unfurled
When the power of the spirit
Known but never spoken
Heals the anguish of the world
So pitilessly broken
'Tis then that mother smiles at child
Her fingers worn and knurled
The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world
205.17. MONEY MEN
Money men won't get away with it this time
The women are wise to their tricks
While money men finance destructive war games
The world is a playground for souls innovative
While money men charm with their popular names
The world is a playground for women creative
While money men kiss the political breast
The world is a playground for abstract minds
While money men, well fed, lay down and rest
The world welcomes women of various kinds
While money men foster emotional strife
Through media focus on terror and pain
While money men bleed the emotion from life
Women are healing a world gone insane
While people lie sleeping, as programmed drones
Money men cheat through elitist control
While people die weeping, as narcissist clones
Women take pride in their nurturing role
Money men won't get away with it this time
Not with this emotional mix
Money men won't get away with it this time
The women are wise to their tricks
205.18. KHARMA
Kharma 'till the strife is done
Kharma isn't life such fun
Kharma frees then takes control
Kharma different for each soul
Kharma curses blessings stored
Kharma brings you just reward
Kharma, for from grace they fell
Kharma pays the piper well
Kharma there for fool to wise
Kharma supersedes disguise
Kharma opens, closes doors
Kharma live with it it's yours
205.19. DESTINY
Destiny of spirits all
The Watchful Cosmic Eye
Is weeping for God's children
As they wage their Do or Die
Destiny bequeaths each soul
The choice of truth or lie
Each makes his decision
To sink or swim or fly
Destiny bequeaths each soul
Its gifts from joy to pain
Each soul comes to live its truth
As fortunes wax and wane
Destiny knows every soul
No matter fast or slow
Through patience and commitment
Can from elf to giant grow
Destiny knows every soul
Must for itself decide
To damn itself forever
Or swallow swollen pride
Destiny waits 'til the crunch
The proud soul takes the fall
The shylock shows, collects his pound
The reaper comes to call
OR:
Destiny waits 'til the crunch
The humble souls reply
Because false pride is naught to us
We fly rather than die
205.20. THE COSMIC CONNECTION
The cosmic connection
In search of perfection
Helps focus the abstract mind
The cosmic connection
In search of perfection
Will alter the path of mankind
The cosmic connection
Through deep introspection
Brings light to the abstract mind
The cosmic connection
Through deep introspection
Will alter the path of mankind
The cosmic connection
Though human reflection
Creates in the abstract mind
The cosmic connection
Though human reflection
Will alter the path of mankind
But now I must get on with it
Exercise the sage
Hone a working model
For the coming golden age
205.21. THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE
Truth
The mystic whisper
Gracious cosmic host
Sung by Neptune softly
Dissolve the reaper's ghost
Truth
Through evolution
Grace the meekest heart
Kharmic convolution
Address the deepest part
Truth
Well kept from error
By souls who tell no lies
Knowledge quells terror
Changing fearful into wise
Truth
Ever blessed
Spirits humble true and brave
Undulate upon the crest
Of that divine eternal wave
Silence
Ever reaching out
Beyond the hand of time
Transcend pain and violence
Truth beckons you to climb
Truth
A spiral staircase
Momentary so it seems
A spinning spiral staircase
A labyrinth of dreams
205.22. THE GOLDEN AGE ARTISTIC
Prepare Cytherean mystics
In the hallowed hall of grace
To cast the age artistic
In the reaper's hollow face
The golden age artistic
For the adolescent man
The golden age artistic
In the grand eternal plan
Where all creative artists
Who attend Uranus' feast
Will fill the western temple
With the wisdom of the east
The golden age artistic
Of creative hearts enshrined
The golden age artistic
For evolving humankind
Where every spirit raptured
By the seat of conscience' crier
Will see the present captured
Through combined will and desire
The golden age artistic
Innovatively designed
The golden age artistic
Of the cosmic mastermind
Where every psychic sword
Of the inventive and the fast
Becomes a planter's ploughshare
For the true iconoclast
205.23. SUPERCONDUCTORS
Transmitting emotion via psychic devotion
They process and focus emotional charge
Their stabilized voltage of emotional joltage
Is causing the heart of the world to enlarge
From mirror to mirror from hearer to hearer
From heart to heart mind to mind, soul to soul
Unseen clean gene superconductors
Are calling the shots through their mirroring role
With steady persistence at the spirits insistence
They're reducing the pay load of inherited guilt
With their psychic assistance at the spirits insistence
An androgynous man for the future is built
Magnetic instructors telepathic inductors
Superconductors are efficient and clean
Magnetic instructors telepathic inductors
Superconductors are felt but not seen
205.24. ADOLESCENT ENDEAVOURS
As God is and shall be forever
Manifested through the psyche of man
May surviving human beings of the future
Search inside for new horizons to scan
With the spirit of never say never’s
In the endless quest for destiny's plan
May introspective adolescent endeavors
Produce a psychically androgynous man
3. Some Of The Women
301 Adolescent Passion,Love and Respect
301.1. SKI-HI
Trouble with bad boys just call SKI-HI
We’ve got the tools for the big time jobs.
Trouble with sad toys just call SKI-HI
We’ve got the tools for the big time jobs
High and Dry don’t cry just call SKI-HI
We’ve got the tools for the dirtiest deeds
Feelin’ shy don’t cry just call SKI-HI
We can meet all of your hard line needs
If you want to do it just call SKI-HI
We’ve got the tools to get the job done
Don’t say “screw it” just call SKI-HI
Pass on the fools ‘cause we’re number one
301.2. THE ANGEL ON SKATES
A girl I knew in school
A near perfect figure
I mean
I know that now
Twenty years later
Five foot six
Brunette
One hundred and five pounds
Fine boned
B cup
Born in November
I think
A loner at heart
I think
A figure skater
I used to love watching her skate
Her thighs
The inside of her thighs
When she skated
Soft ice cream
One of the first girls to smoke
You see
That figure got a lot of attention
She grew up
Quickly
So slender on skates
Such tiny wrists ankles
Vulnerable
That’s what she was
She was so vulnerable on skates
High school
Our final year
Her sitting at a table
Alone
So distant
Melancholic
How sexy she was on skates
I smiled
Heart pounding
I watched the skater’s bum
Round and lovely
She got married
Two children
I think
Her husband shot her
She’s dead
A lump in my throat
The same as when she skated
Such a crush
And she never knew
Always too insecure to tell her
Dead
Before I could tell her
I died
Each time I watched her
Dancing on ice
Her thighs
A vulnerable
Graceful angel
On skates
301.3. THE MAGICAL PART
I always wanted to tell how very special you are
When I tried the words wouldn’t come out, never got very far
So I watched and waited in silence, asked myself is she for real
Adolescent affection, a school boy crush, what is this that I fell
The magical part of a love is the part you can’t
See with your eyes, ever touch with your fingers
The magical part of a love is the part that you feel
Who are you, where do you come from
You’re a mystical trick with no clue
Life is too short to waste hiding the thoughts that I think about you
I assure you no harm is intended that’s why I wrote this letter today
And I hope it’s all right, to feel what I feel, to say what I say
Listen, darling who is that strange man
Do you ever dream of him in the night
Did the note that he left here upset you, are you feeling all right
Did you ever think maybe he loves you
But he still isn’t quite sure why
Won’t you give him a chance, have a little romance
Can’t you tell that he’s shy
Enough of these coffee shop cocktails, I wanna get closer to you
No more fantasy romance, we can make it come true
Let’s light a fire at my place
Kill the lights and come snuggle with me
I’ll kiss you and whisper I love you, “I love you!”
The magical part of a love is the part you can’t
See with your eyes, ever touch with your fingers
The magical part of a love is the part that you feel
I believe it, won’t you believe me
301.4. HEY MARIANNE
Hey Marianne won’t you buy me a ticket to KISS
I need good rockin' and I know that it’s you I miss
We can come together though we’ve grown apart
I miss you so much that it’s breakin’ my heart
Say you'll be mine and we’ll be a blanket of bliss
Hey Marianne all dressed in satin and lace
A long-legged lady with style and Italian grace
You're a whole lotta woman with a heart and brains
Too much for a man with middle-age pains
Oh did I surprise you check out the look on your face
Hey Marianne the mail brought a ticket I see
Like a bird in a cage when you’re trapped you can’t wait to flee
I'm rememberin' back to the punk I was
I still do whatever a leather punk does
Like every good child don’t we all just wanna be free
Hey Marianne let your smile and your laughter flow
You're a fine aesthetician not a Deuce but a Strutter to go
A shot of Cold Gin in the evening light
Together we'll dance Rock’n Roll All Night
One for the money and why not two for the show
301.5. MISS ALEXANDRA 2
Miss Alexandra you’re so perfectly proper
Why don't you let your hair down
Come share a dance with society's pauper
Who in truth is a man of renown
He sees in the vibrating aura you wear
A spirit that’s willing a spirit that’s meek
Though he loves all the magical moments you share
Your intimate heart holds the love he will seek
Like the chivalrous prince that awoke sleeping beauty
He's filled with compassion for your perilous plight.
Respecting emotion is the chivalrous duty
Of the man who aspires to be your champion knight
Champagne and red roses a risqué rendezvous
And whispered sweet nothings when you secretly meet
Are all part of the poem being written for you
To extend your release till fate makes it complete
The lovers embrace that seduces the senses
Expresses the ardor of the passionate man.
His clandestine kisses will reduce your defenses
Till you yearn to be taken and accept that youcan
Miss Alexandra you’re so perfectly proper
Why don't you let your hair down
Come share a dance with society's pauper
Who in truth is a man of renown
301.6. THE POISONOUS APPLE
As there's two sides to every good story
And such stories are exciting to tell
I'll tell you 'bout an apple that was sweeter than heaven
And at the same time rotten as hell
A double-side coin a two-edged sword
Ecstatic when happy morbid when sad
A typical spirit from the maddening horde
When she was mad she was wickedly bad
A beautiful woman a vulnerable child
A narcissist true in her heart
You can't tame a shrew if the shrew is too wild
Perhaps it was cursed from the start
She said, "I am so lovely, I deserve the best
I shouldn't have to work as hard as all the rest"
I said, "Nothing I can do would be good enough for you
So I will be great and do nothing for you"
She was not unlike a poisonous apple
On the surface so shiny and bright
She was not unlike a poisonous apple
Lovely till took a good bite
Just like a poisonous apple that can mesmerize
Just like a poisonous apple that can hypnotize
Just like a poisonous apple that can blind your eyes
She was lovely till I took a good bite
Well we got what we asked for we needn't complain
We shared the umbrella in emotional rain
In our struggle to exit the days of our youth
We both learned a little bit more about truth
301.7. A BLONDE IN A MOTEL
They're passin' the hat for an unnamed blonde
Who was killed by the traumas of the men she conned
They're passin' the hat for a true vagabond
To send her home to the unknown beyond
They're passin' the hat for an unnamed blonde
In whom many confided of whom many grew fond
They're passin' the hat for a true vagabond
To send her home to the unknown beyond
They're passin' the hat for an unnamed blonde
Whose prolocutor spirit was ruthlessly pawned
They're passin' the hat for a true vagabond
To send her home to the unknown beyond
There's a blonde in a motel down in hell
A blonde with no name and no soul to sell
If you'll forfeit the heaven where angels dwell
She'll be your blonde in that old motel
She'll sit there and listen to the tale you tell
She'll sit there and listen 'cause it's lonely in hell
She'll sit there and listen and she'll cast her spell
Then she'll be your blonde in that old motel
301.8. MYFANNWY
When the full moon is waxing and tempers are maxing
Where tension takes visible form
Myfannwy is there with her confident stare
To seduce the undisciplined storm
When the full moon is waxing and tempers are maxing
Where ego’s are bought with a lie.
Myfannwy can race through their psychical space
With her razor sharp narrowing eye
When the full moon is waxing and tempers are maxing
Where devils move in for the kill
Myfannwy presides as the spirit who guides
With integrity focus and will.
Myfannwy the sister of Morgan la Fay
Is a spirit with mystical tools
Myfannwy the sister of Morgan la Fay
Can mesmerize frivolous fools
301.9. THERE’S SOMETHING VERY NICE
There’s something very nice about a full-figured woman
With a welcoming smile
And a statuesque pose
There’s something very nice about a full-figured woman
With an air of distinction
In the style of a rose
There’s something very nice about a full-figured woman
With a fine sense of humor
And deep blue eyes
There’s something very nice about a full-figured woman
Whose air of demure
Veils a heart that is wise
There’s something very nice about a full-figured woman
Whose passions burns subtle
And sensuously
There’s something very nice about a full-figured woman
Her presence is a much welcomed comfort to me
301.10. DEJANA
DeJana the things that you do can drive a man insane
DeJana the things that you do can drive a man insane
But as it takes one to know one, I can’t call the kettle black
I guess that’s how I know that I will always take you back.
Still DeJana the things that you do can drive a man insane
What the hell you doin’ to me comin’ home so goddamn late
My buddy says he saw you slammin’ shooters ‘til you couldn’t walkstraight
My buddy says he sat and watched you as you signed and sealed a boysfate
My buddy says he listened to you tell him that it sure felt great
So much for the sweetest nothings whispered in the night.
I’m glad I wasn’t there to watch you spoiling for the fight
Your best friends have been calling me to tell me all the latest hotnews
Your friends have all been saying that they kept you busy pounding thebooze
Until you punched out his lights and busted up the barroom’s best poolcues
I guess you did a number on him he’s at home cryin’ the blues
Remind me not to stand in front of your closed fist
Just in case you should decide to flex the muscle in your wrist
For the most part bein’ near you is a fine place to be
Though bein’ near isn’t always pretty now that’s plain to see
Looks like we’ll do well as long as you and I don’t disagree
For the most part bein’ near you is a fine place to be
When you’re not here I miss you, ain’t it easy to tell
With you or without you I’m still livin’ in hell
DeJana the things that you do can drive a man insane
301.11. IT’S CHRISTMAS AND I’M BROKE
Hostess semi-formal dress
A slender blue-eyed blond
Looked so demure
The lady smiled at me and yawned
I watched her seat the customers
I watched her load the tray
I asked her “How’s it going”
Just to see what she might say
She sauntered laxidasical
Towards the café bar
She said “I love the Eagles
When I’m crusin’ in my car.”
She sighed and put her towel down
She said this is no joke
I swear to God this so bad
I need to have a smoke
I asked her “Do you like your job?”
She said “It’s kinda slow”
Still this Cactus Club Café
It’s pretty cool you know
I asked her “Why are you so sad?”
Best cry before you choke
She answered me “This is so bad
It’s Christmas and I’m broke”
301.12. THE PROFESSOR AND I
She said:
The professor and I
Have a mystical thing
We love on the round full moon
'Tis indeed quite a trip
On his mystical ship
Undulating my tinkerbell tune
A dimple-cheeked tweaker
Articulate speaker
Much cuter than Ben-Wah balls
Unleashed in the fauna
My lapping iguana
Loves honey-wings spread to the walls
The professor's a firm one
An expert of worm fun
Lollipop love of my life
Never too slow
'Cause he's anxious to grow
He's no momma's boy chasing a wife
Tender terrific
His touch is specific
Where pink tickles quicken my breath
Pink is exquisite
Until we cheese-whiz it
And purple our pleasure to death
Would you like a taste
Don't let love go to waste
He'll mix you the wickedest dip
He'll help you unwind
From the bump and the grind
If you pull him all out with your strip
301.13. THE ARCHER
Where skin seduces cash corrupts
And honest hearts are few
You have to trust the archer
For the archer's heart is true
Sun in Sagittarius
Strength of higher mind
Traveler and philosopher
Indeed a lovely find
Moon in virgin Virgo
Works with steady verve
Honest and benevolent
She shines mankind to serve
Mercury conjunct the Sun
A mind for many roads
Major powers of intellect
Sometimes it overloads
Venus in Aquarius
This I love the best
This is the idealist
Who will put you to the test
Active Mars in Libra
Lives a social life
Lover and companion true
Much better than a wife
Jupiter in Libra
Here's where Venus struck
Disposited by Venus
Brings her beauty and good luck
Saturn placed in Aries
Mark of 68
A little bit impatient
She'll just have to learn to wait
Uranus placed in Libra
Conjunct her Jupiter
What a perfect placement
For a pure philosopher
Neptune placed in Scorpio
Telepathic skill
Psychic Venus archer
With a warrior's iron will
Pluto placed in Virgo
Prepares the New Age birth
She is one of those
Who will regenerate the earth
You can buy her furs and diamonds
Cars and precious art
You can kiss the ground she walks on
Finish to the start
Double trine air fanned the fire
That forged this archer's chart
You may buy great treasures
But you'll never buy her heart
Where skin seduces cash corrupts
And honest hearts are few
You have to trust the archer
For the archer's heart is true
301.14. HENRY THE EIGHTH
When we look at his life
From wife to wife
And he had more than one or two
When we look at his life
From wife to wife
Old Hank was a chauvinist true
When we look at his life
From wife to wife
The old adage rings true
When you're down and out
And troubled with gout
Any port in a storm will do
302 The Dancer
302.1 SHE'S A FOX
She shake you up
She shake you down
She spin you round and round and round and round
She like to boogie
She like to swing
She long and slender like her marquise diamond ring
She sweet and sexy
She smooth and sleek
Your heart it pounds and pounds your knees are weak
She got the smile
She got the looks
She got the style and the power and the looks
She got the passion
She got the moves
She make all your dreams come true in the way she grooves
She aim to tease
And she don't miss
That 500 RT was never like this
Smokin'
You shiver and shake
All your education dust in her wake
She do it all
With everything she's got
Put those ice-cubes on your heart the girl is hot
You've seen it all
It don't get better than this
You're swimmin' in the sea of eternal bliss
Have another whisky on the rocks
She's a fox
She stretch it out
She do it hard
She make the soft and sweetest soldier stand on guard
She make you sweat
Adrenaline rushed
She show you truth when every moral has been crushed
She twist and turn
She bump and grind
She light the fuse inside your head and blow your mind
She crank it up
She turn you on
Until you're going, going going going go-o-o-o-ne
You've seen it all
It don't get better than this
You're swimmin' in the sea of eternal bliss
Have another whisky on the rocks
She's a fox
302.2. PRISTINE PRISCILLA(She’s so Bad)
Where it’s laid back lazy
‘Til the air gets hazy
In a room where the boys are bad
Where the crowd goes crazy
Over cheesecake daisy
In that room where she drives them mad
Pristine Priscilla
Broke the heart of Godzilla so sad
She’s so bad
Fresh bread from the baker
So hot for the taker
She was lonely and oh so sad
All praise to her maker
What a heavenly shaker
So proud of the blessing she had
When she wigged that curl
Like a springtime squirrel
He hadda hurl for the girl so bad
He was watchin’ that strutter
With his ticker a-flutter
He was lonely and oh so sad
When I heard the girl utter
“Gonna melt his hard butter”
She was drivin’ that poor boy mad
Pristine Priscilla
Broke the heart of Godzilla
When he hurled
‘Cause his heart had been had
He hadda hurl
He hadda hurl for the girl
Hadda hurl ‘cause his heart had been had
He hadda hurl
Hadda hurl for the girl so bad, so bad
Watch out Attilla
If she says I willa willa
Pristine Priscilla is a hot chinchilla
Pristine Priscilla broke the heart of Godzilla
So bad
She’s so bad
302.3. THE PRO
Graceful
She was graceful
Like a swan
Aware
She was aware
Like an eagle
Subtle
She was subtle
Like a snake
Private
She was private
The way a woman is private
She did the whole thing with her eyes
I looked in her eyes
So I could see
Her
Cool
Her personal space is very cool
Hot
Hot she is very hot
She is a very hot woman in a very cool space
She's a Pro
I wonder if she realizes it
302.4. WHEN YOU SHAKE WHAT YOU GOT
When you shake what you got girl your body is hot
Alive with secrets I would love to explore
When you shake what you got girl your body is hot
And it makes me want your heart even more
I love how you tease with a natural ease
Things get hazy when you walk that way
I love how you move with such a taste for the groove
It drives me crazy when you talk that way
There's nothing like grace to put a smile on my face
As I sit watching all the things that you do
There's nothing like poise to compensate for the noise
It gets my motor runnin' faster for you
My hands start shakin' and my knees start quakin'
As I watch you take the parapet stage
I'm in a cold `til you get the heat set
And the turbocharger starts to engage
When you shake what you got girl your body is hot
Alive with secrets I would love to explore
When you shake what you got girl your body is hot
And it makes me want your heart even more
302.5. LEAH
By destiny's hand not by chance it would seem
An old friend perceived a halo-framed face in a dream
In the shimmering image appeared a young protégéé
Of the fairy mistress Morgan le Fay
This maiden will charm you, my acquaintance advised
Ever the cynic I was somewhat surprised
But I though little of it and a year quickly passed
When your not distracted time travels fast
One day as I sat pondering the words of the sage
I was enchanted by a dancer on an intimate stage
I was hopelessly smitten I was trapped in a trance
By illusions of a perfect romance
Oh Leah you move so cool
Would you be my lover if I was your fool
Oh Leah you move so cool
If you'll be my lover I’ll be your fool
You won't have to act like a plaything
On a strip-stage ever spinnin' the pins
You won't have to spend every evening
In a glass cage to atone for your sins
I was enamored of the grace in your dance
I fell in love with angel-eyes greeting my glance
I've been pierced by an arrow from the Cupid-man's bow
And I'm basking in the warm afterglow
Oh Leah you move so cool
Would you be my lover if I was your fool
Oh Leah you move so cool
If you'll be my Lover I’ll be your fool
You won't have to bow in submission
Or dramatize the smile on your face
You won't have to dance for permission
To realize the dreams that you chase
Gentle waves of emotion are massaging my soul
Mesmerized by your motion I relinquish control
And give in to the tears of joy that tear me apart
You have shattered the curse on my heart
Oh Leah you move so cool
Would you be my lover if I was your fool
Oh Leah you move so cool
If you'll be my Lover I’ll be your fool
You won't have to cry when you’re lonely
Just call for me and I will be there
You will be my true one and only
No other girl could ever compare
Although lust was my fashion and I hungered for more
I know I've never felt passion like this before
The fire that was lighted my desire to proclaim
Once flickering has burst into flame
Oh Leah you move so cool
Would you be my lover if I was your fool
Oh Leah you move so cool
If you'll be my Lover I’ll be your fool
You won't have to curtsey politely
Won't have to answer to my beckon and call
Around me you won't have to step lightly
It’s your privilege to resist protocol
You won't have to give explanations
To justify the things that you do
You won't have to face accusations
Cause I won't point my finger at you
Human spirits are labeled: Fragile handle with care
Emerging from silence they ascend in a prayer
From antiquity's bosom on your gossamer wing
Comes the ecstasy whose praises I sing
Oh Leah you move so cool
Would you be my lover if I was your fool
Oh Leah you move so cool
If you'll be my Lover I’ll be your fool
In my heaven of memories there's a quivering star
Emanating the beauty of a classic Renoir
And she'll shine there forever in the eye of my mind
And she'll guide me when I'm darkened and blind
Guide me when I'm darkened and blind
And she'll hold my attention when I'm crippled and weak
In her mystery lies the knowledge I seek
303 The Girl In The Black Dress
303.1. WEST COAST MIRROR
Winter vacation friends I'm not bold
Prime motivation was escape from the cold
I arrived in a torrent of west coast rain
And walked straight into a romantic refrain
A glass of dry wine a bayside café
Private with sushi a cool hideaway
I had a great time in fact one of the best
As a wonderful lady's most privileged guest
West coast mirror my cover girl friend
Let's get together and do it again
West coast mirror my cover girl friend
I know in my soul I'll be yours in the end
A slender brunette she was five foot nine
With a smile so perfect a figure too fine
Her natural style was fancy and free
There on the bayside she really got me
It wasn't the sushi or the cool hideaway
It wasn't the wine or the sunset bay
It was all in her lack of pretentious demure
The lady's emotion was honest and pure
303.2. SHOOTER, DON'T LEAVE
Shooter if you're cruisin' will you give me a call
I'll be waiting at the Arch for you
Shooter if you're cruisin' will you give me a call
Cause I love to go cruisin' with you
I didn't see it coming I didn't see the play
I told her that we had to stop meeting that way
So shooter don't leave without me
I'm in love with you my cover girl friend
Hey shooter don't leave without me
I promise I'm yours 'til the end
Shooter if you're cruisin' will you give me a call
I'll be waiting at a table for two
Shooter if you're cruisin' will you give me a call
'Cause I love to go cruisin' with you
She wouldn't let me go, I couldn't get away
I told her it's a dirty game I don't want to play
Give me a chance to tie up the loose ends
Give me a chance I promise I'll make amends
303.3. YOU AND I
You are a glamorous beauty
With your sensuous siren eyes
You are a glamorous beauty
With powers that mesmerize
As you are the fairest of fair ones
True number ten on the scales
You could slay even the topline toughest
Of hard-core macho males
I know how you dance with the devil
Whenever you're getting mad
For you give new meanings to "wicked"
Whenever you're badder than bad
I know that you have to hit bottom
Whenever you're on the way down
But always you'll rise like the phoenix
For you are a soul of renown
I know how you love all the mysteries
Of spiritual power divine
I know how you keep a good secret
That's why I tell you mine
I know how you love with a passion
In all of the things that you do
I know how you live life with passion
For I live it just like you
303.4. I’M REMEMBERING
I’m remembering Sand Castle Bay
The sandiest beach the sunniest day
Spent with a girl who knew how to play
Spent with a girl who had something to say
Something to say she was bright-eyed quick
Something to say play she was smooth and slick
I’m remembering grandma’s backyard
Fifteenth and commercial dropping my guard
Spent with a girl and her gentlest touch
Spent with a girl that I loved very much
I loved her so much that it made me cry
But I loved her so much that I didn’t care why
I’m remembering telephone calls
The sensitive voice for which a man falls
Spoke from the heart of the natural wild
Spoke from the heart of a vulnerable child
A vulnerable child in the days of her youth
A vulnerable child in search of the truth
I remember the black dress a sense of romance
The shock of perceiving your intimate glance
The glance of a woman no longer a child
The glance of a woman by nature well styled
Well styled with a strong appetite for success
In search of a competent lover’s caress
Through loving you I came to know myself so much better
Through loving you I touch something deep
Something much stronger than laws or their letter
Love is alive in the secret I keep
303.5. BECAUSE YOU ARE PASSIONATE
Because your emotions are fully dynamic
Because your eyes sparkle so true
Because I can feel you when secrets reveal you
How can I help but love you
Because you’re up front and direct with your comments
Because you’re so cool yet intense
Because you don’t flatter with focusless chatter
Loving you makes total sense
Because you’re more lovely in body and spirit
Than any other woman I know
Because you are not obsessed with needing to hear it
Like many other woman I know
Because you are passionate feminine passionate
Because you are passionate
And passionate is important to me
Because you are passionate feminine passionate
I can’t help but love who I see
303.6. THAT LADY
Have you seen her that lady in black
Siren strutter that never looks back
Pristine Queen of the social scene
Have you seen her that lady in black
That lady she walks so tall
Wickedest widow at the black tie ball
Stop and stare that lady don't care
That lady she walks so tall
That lady she's so demure
Look out you're bitten their ain't no cure
Make your plays she'll hold your gaze
That lady she's so demure
That lady she smiles so coy
"Come to me boy you little joy toy"
Soft and sweet what a tasty treat
That lady she smiles so coy
That lady she wink so sly
Shakedown shivers for the lonely guy
Ready or not boy you've been caught
That lady she wink so sly
That lady she loves to moan
Gotta drive slow in the danger zone
Devil's delight is hers tonight
That lady she loves to moan
That lady she's too damn cool
She's fearless fast and she ain't no fool
Make you cry when she waves goodbye
That lady she's too damn cool
302 The Shooter Girl
304.1. WHO
Who is usually slippered strategically zippered
And dressed to the nines for the scene
Framing her smile in a sensual style
With hair long lovely and lean
Who invites to her party the cultured and arty
Akin to the Libran she is
Who is friendly and warm in her masterful form
As a natural hostessing whiz
Who defends her own space as you state your own case
With no time for redundant chit-chat
Who is smart as a whip and can physically grip
With claws cultured to better a cat
Who’s targeted quips have been known to sink ships
With precision well measured yet fast
Who doesn’t take shit and rebukes every twit
With a tongue that could lash a main mast
Who is perfectly proper a scrupulous shopper
Except when she’s tempted by styles
Whose tufted forelock hides a mind that would shock
All the prudes who are blind to her wiles
Whose soul is receptive with balance perceptive
Too fast sort the chaff from the grain
Whose silky complexion and sporting affection
Charms pants off the men who abstain
Who will go to great lengths as a bastion of strength
To take charge when confusion confounds
Yet departs and recedes to replenish her needs
When the subsequent silence abounds
Who lies stroking Piquant on lips that read Dante
One evening whilst lounging in bed
Arm in arm with a lover who came to take cover
And trust in her logical head
Who will yell in your ear just to make her point clear
When you’re choosing to rather ignore
Whose sensitive heart is a true counterpart
To the one she will choose to adore
What does destiny hold for a spirit so bold
As the poet who’s writing so well
Will she patiently wait ‘til he seal his own fate
When his passion burns hotter than told
304.2. COMPASSION
I once met a girl cast in white alabaster
With a lovely gentle sensitive spirit so pure
That I thought to myself who is this little girl hiding
In the body of a woman wearing cultured demure
Yes I thought who is this girl with the sensitive spirit
Who hides her lovely aura with the image she wears
Who is this lovely girl with the sensitive spirit
Who hides her gentle spirit from the coveting stares
I beckoned her to join me and she slowly complied
With cautious reservation in her manner and stride
She sat down beside me and we shone there together
And I loved the gentle spirit she could no longer hide
As we sat there together I was filled with compassion
For her sensitive spirit and it’s lovely design
And I savored that moment for the rest of the evening
Meditating on her spirit with the power of mine
Perhaps just like the duckling who grew up without a mirror
To confirm her tender beauty in her teenage years
Perhaps just like the duckling who grew up without a mirror
She has suffered in the silence with emotional fears
I wrestled hard within myself to overcome my lusting
Shifting levels into love until the lusting was gone
For I knew if I could “love” her thereby not be “in love with her”
Then the duckling could for sure become a beautiful swan
In this case though compassion seemed the better part of valor
Something selfish in me hurt and brought a tear into my eye
Although to love instead of lust is quite the noblest endeavor
It isn’t always easy perhaps that’s why I cry
304.3. THE SHOOTER GIRL
Here’s to the shooter girl running her race
Here’s to the girl with the smile on her face
She said I'm paid to be coy and not talk too loud
Though I'm paid to be humble I still walk proud
I smile at the girls I smile at the boys
I smile at their weapons I smile at their toys
I smile when they're happy I smile when they're sad
I smile when they're good and I smile when they're bad
Here’s to the shooter girl running her race
Here’s to the shooter girl moving with grace
I smile at the wise I smile at the fools
I smile at the slicksters breakin' the rules
I smile at the quiet I smile at the loud
For this is the face of a maddening crowd
Here’s to the shooter girl sharing her grace
Here’s to the girl with the smile on her face
I try to smile wide when the going gets rough
But it’s hard to smile wide when enough is enough
So when people get ugly I smile through the tears
For THEY are the victims of self-induced fears
Then I smile at the jerks that I'd love to see dead
And I smile at the humor inside of my head
I smile at the start and I smile 'til the end
Then I smile at the poet I know is my friend
Here’s to the shooter Girl running her race
Here’s to the shooter Girl blessing this place
304.4. SHE’S GOT THE WALK
She’s got the walk
She’s got that cannonball come with me walk
She’s got the walk
She’s got that cannonball come with me walk
And as she has been blessed with a mind that would shock
I think we’ll have a talk when she’s ready to rock
She’s got the walk
She’s got that cannonball come with me walk
What’s that you said I didn’t notice I was watching her strut
What’s that you said I didn’t notice I was watching her strut
What’s that you said I was watching her strut
My friend this ain’t no backstreet ally cat slut
What’s that you said hey look she’s gonna ask him to dance
What’s that you said hey I think she’s in the mood for romance
What’s that you said she’s in the mood for romance
And I’d be callin’ her pretty if she gave me the chance
What’s that you said I didn’t notice I was watching her strut
What’s that you said I didn’t notice I was watching her strut
What’s that you said I was watching her strut
Why don’t you open your eyes and keep your big mouth shut
She’s got the walk
She’s got that cannonball come with me walk
She’s got the walk
She’s got that cannonball come with me walk
And as she has been blessed with a mind that would shock
I think we’ll have a talk when she’s ready to rock
She’s got the walk
She’s got that cannonball come with me walk
304.5. SHE’S A VAMP
She’s a vamp she’s a vamp she’s a vamp
You gotta love it
She’s a vamp and she’s way way cool
She’s a vamp she’s a vamp she’s a vamp
And I love her
She’s a vamp and she’s nobody’s fool
She’s a big time looker and she loves to flirt
In her polka dot sweater and her quick zip skirt
She’s a big time looker with deep brown eyes
That twinkle when she’s telling her little white lies
Some women are humble some women are proud
Some women are quiet some women are loud
Some women are happy some women are sad
But the vamp is a woman who’s bad bad bad
I’ve seen her stop traffic with a flickering lash
I’ve seen her smile wide when she’s counting cash
I’ve seen her break necks with a twist of her hip
I’ve cruised in her ocean ‘til I gave up the ship
Some women are humble some women are proud
Some women are quiet some women are loud
Some women are happy some women are sad
But the vamp is a woman who’s bad bad bad.
She’s a vamp she’s a vamp she’s a vamp
You gotta love it
She’s a vamp and she’s way way cool
She’s a vamp she’s a vamp she’s a vamp
And I love her
She’s a vamp and she’s nobody’s fool
304.6. POLKA DOT CALENDAR GIRL
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
With the welcome warm wiggle in you walk
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
With your tufted and teasing forelock
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
What keeps your spirit so bright
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
Whatcha got goin’ in your head tonight
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
There’s never dull moments with you
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
I love all the wonderful things that you do
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
With your subtle chameleon ways
Ponytail polka dot calendar girl
You sure leave my heart in a power pump daze
304.7. I’M IN TUNE
I’m in tune with your flavor for fashion
I’m in tune with your need to have fun
I’m in tune with the way you love teasing the boys
I’m in tune and the damage is done
I’m in tune with the smell of your perfume
I’m in tune with the styles of your hair
I’m in tune with the feel of your heartbeat
I’m in tune do you know that I care
I’m in tune with your razor sharp humor
I’m in tune with the look in your eyes
I’m in tune with your need for acceptance
I’m in tune I see through the disguise
I’m in tune with your fast intuition
I’m in tune with your tenderest touch
I’m in tune with your awkward position
I’m in tune and I love you so much
304.8. MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
I think I ‘d like to take you around the world
Round the world
Round the world on the cash from the rhymes
I think I’d like to take you round the world
Round the world
Round the world for some real good times
Round and round the world
Together we’ll fly
Round the world it’s the thing to do
Round and round the world
Just you and I
Round the world make your dreams come true
I think I ‘d like to take you around the world
Round the world
Round the world mile after mile
I think I’d like to take you round the world
Round the world
Round the world just to share your smile
Round and round the world
Together we’ll fly
Round the world it’s the thing to do
Round and round the world
Just you and I
Round the world make your dreams come true
304.9. COURTSHIP
I love
But it scares me
I’m vulnerable now
Yet I want to show love for her spirit some how
So I’ll write about courtship
Not fleeting romance
I’ll write about courtship our souls to enhance
I’ll tell her that flowers
Champagne
And good rhymes
Are what bind tender spirits through difficult times
I’ll show her how courtship
Is love between friends
Not lust
With its haunting and cursed loose ends
I’ll show her how courtship
The gift that I give
Helps nurture the spirit of “live and let live”
I’ll show her how courtship builds love in the hearts
Of spirits who seek to be true counterparts
How courtship can bless
With perennial thrill
The souls who don’t forfeit the chase for the kill
304.10. THE ART OF SEDUCTION
If souls both willing to forfeit control
Find emotional balance the ultimate goal
Then the terror of risking the root of all fear
Will give way to a love and will fast disappear
If these souls through their love can let harmony shine
Until they become counterpart spirits divine
Then the sensual hand maid of love will wax strong
And bless them with passions they’ve sought for so long
If they nurture the passionate seeds they have sown
If they nurture those passions together alone
In a magical moment where mysteries are done
They will cease to be separate they will become one
Then the spirit of truth from the comforter’s grail
Will baptize the androgynous male female
And carry its soul home to Avalon’s shore
To rest in her love light for ever more
The art of seduction
The subtlest art
Is the natural way of securing a heart
If that heart that was once merely objet’D’art
Can emerge as the heart of a true counterpart
304.11. VULNERABILITY
Vulnerability fragile gentle
Delicate sensitive true
Vulnerability fragile gentle
Potentially tragic too
To be vulnerable means to be open
Open to energy flows
To be vulnerable means to be open
No matter which way the wind blows
To be vulnerable means to be risking
Risking in order to grow
To be vulnerable means to be risking
Risking in order to know
Vulnerability fragile gentle
Delicate sensitive true
Vulnerability fragile gentle
Potentially tragic too
304.12. LOVING
Don't be afraid to take risks with your heart
I'll stay here beside you, you won't fall apart
You have been blessed with good looks and you're smart
So don't be afraid to take risks with your heart
Loving loving the learned art of living
Giving of yourself of what you can afford
Loving loving the learned art of living
Means accepting the gifts that return to reward
Don't be afraid to let others love you
We are impressed with the things that you do
You can give love that is honest and true
So don't be afraid to let others love you
Don't be afraid to give love from soul
Growth is achieved by forfeiting control
You give good love and your spirit is whole
So don't be afraid to give love from your soul
Loving loving the fine art of living.
Giving of yourself of what you can afford
Loving loving the fine art of living
Means accepting the gifts that return to reward
304.13. THE JINGLE BELL CHRISTMAS POINSETTIA
This jingle bell Christmas poinsettia
With best Christmas wishes so true
Is an honest and heartfelt reminder
Of my special affection for you
Like you it has natural glamour
Like you it does sparkle and shine
Like you it's a most unique hybrid
Of unusual exquisite design
Like you it is visually lovely
Like you it stands out in the crowd
Like you it can hold my attention
When the noise gets shockingly loud
Because you're both flowers of the future
Of pure individual charm
Because you're both flowers of the future
I love you to keep you from harm
So this jingle bell Christmas poinsettia
With best Christmas wishes so true
Is an honest and heartfelt reminder
Of my special affection for you
304.14. I’M A CRYSTAL
They ask who I am but it’s easy to see
Who I am is no mystery to me
I’m a crystal inside of a crystal inside of a crystal
That’s inside of me
When they cry me a river I show them my heart
And then holding their hands as a true counterpart
I practice my mystical mirroring art
When they cry me a river I show them my heart
When they cry me a river I feel and grow wise
I shiver sometimes when I look in their eyes
Yet feeling the truth amidst a myriad of lies
When they cry me a river I feel and grow wise
When they cry me a river I float on the tears
It’s easy for me ‘cause I’ve done it for years
You see loving them quells their emotional fears
When they cry me a river I float on the tears
They ask who I am but it’s easy to see
Who I am is no mystery to me
I’m a crystal inside of a crystal inside of a crystal
That’s inside of me
304.15. DOORS
Remember this: That when a door closes
It's not because you made a mistake
For as it closes other doors open
Inviting you to come and partake
When doors open there is always gladness
Gladness for the wish that came true
For here it seems the chance of a lifetime
Has finally emerged to court you
When doors close quite often there's sadness
And a mourning for the "What could have been"
For departed is the brightest of futures
Where the grass seemed so much more green
Sometimes the door closes slowly
And spirits exit feeling no pain
Sometimes the door closes quickly
And spirits curse the freezing cold rain
Remember this: That when a door closes
There's not a whole lot you can do
Except rest and relax so you're ready to max
When the next door opens for you
Though your path leads you deep in the forest
This path you will not walk alone
For I will walk with you awake and in dreams
Until you can walk there on your own
304.16. THE LEOPARD'S SPOTS
Though it's true
That the leopard cannot change her spots
And why should she
They make her coat shine
Over time
Life will subtly soften her spots
Making smooth her coat's total design
304.17. HOW CAN I NOT LOVE HER
Rather self-indulgent with a knack for spouting quips
Proud and flattered by the rhymes I love to utter from my lips
Yet always cool and calculating with intentions quite direct
Comes forth the loveliest of women in search of self-respect
How can I not love her when she is so fair and lovely
How can I not love the little girl inside her heart
How can I not love her when her halo shines above me
When her effervescence glows she is a subtle work of art
How can I not love her when she helped me feel less lonely
How can I not love her when she helped me to reflect
How can I not love her when she is one of the only
Girls to ever hold my focus in the spirit of respect
How can I not love her when she teases oh so slyly
How can I not love the little girl she needs to be
How can I not love her when her spirit shines so brightly
Such a lovely little girl she is for sure bewitching me
Rather self-indulgent with a knack for spouting quips
Proud and flattered by the rhymes I love to utter from my lips
Yet always cool and calculating with intentions quite direct
Comes forth the loveliest of women in search of self-respect
304.18. PRECIOUS
Precious and lingering long in my memory
The thoughts I have thought about you
Should be placed in the heavens to bless with their lovelight
The tenderest hearts that are true
Precious like diamond heart crystal
Perennial dusk until dawn
Precious like diamond heart crystal
I miss you whenever you’re gone
Precious to nurture to have and to hold
In the candlelight dancing so slow
More precious than all the world’s coveted gold
Because I love watching you grow
Precious you were and precious you are
Precious you will always be
Precious you were and precious you are
Forever and ever to me
305 The Supermodel
305.1. MY LOVE
My love was red with sadness
I was a man alone
‘Til I learned to love the gladness
Of a femme fatale icon
My love was blue and bluer
Much bluer than the sea
For I was without you
And you were without me
My love was silent silver
It grew from week to week
‘Til you opened up your lips
As you were just about to speak
I stopped to feel my heartbeat
When I saw you standing there
Now my love is golden
Like the colour of your hair
305.2. THE SUPERMODEL
A little shuck and jive on the runway ramp
And the world goes crazy for you
A short little drive for the photo champ
How they love everything you do
The girl of Wayne’s World for the boys at camp
Big smile in a high-heeled shoe
Golden hair curled what a sexy vamp
And a cool hey guys what’s new
What else should you wish for
Money fast cars and clothes
Rheinberg Majorca the French Riviera
Apartment in Monaco
Flying the Concord no taking the train
For a spooky little girl like you
A fabulous encore go drive ‘em insane
For love what would some men do
A long tiara on that gilded mane
Would do justice to the girl who grew
A strong young Hera you flew that plane
And paid the price to those who knew
I’ve seen you on the TV read interviews
You respect the voice of folk when they speak
I’ve heard about you working with the shooting crews
They say you’re gentle but you’re never meek
You’ve got fashion cafes it’s been in the news
You’re not a party girl and you’re no freak
You’ve got womanly ways and without a bruise
You are the icon so many men seek
What else should you wish for
Perhaps a little privacy
Some small peace of mind would fate be so kind
As to spare you the paparazzi
A whole lot of effort no pain no gain
You paid dues to be a cover girl
From Rheinberg to Paris still just a teen
Opportunity you gave it a whirl
Better then most I’d say you’ve cut the scene
Like a javelin the throwers hurl
Once a princess now you’re the queen
May your flag in our thirties unfurl
What else should you wish for
A husband a family
A chance to move on when your career is gone
What enterprise will it be
305.3. WHAT IS IT LIKE
What is it like to be beautiful
To travel the globe on a plane
To greet the desires that your smile inspires
Where everyone knows your name
What is it like to be wealthy
To buy whatever you need
To do as you please never on your knees
With a hungry mouth to feed
What is it like to be lonely
Isolated by all you have done
When you can’t get away paparazzi at play
Make it all not so very much fun
May you age and have grace and learn wisdom
Taking pride in the goals you’ve achieved
May you smile away at the end of the day
Knowing peace with your heart relieved
Feel what it is to be honest
Rise above human envy and strife
Let your heart never hide from the child inside
Who grew up to live a good life
305.4. AN ICON OF OUR TIME
Oh you’re blond and your ever so beautiful
Your tall and slender and svelte
You’re slick and clean when you gotta be mean
And so deep are your feelings felt
You sleep as the Concord wings it’s way
You pray that it doesn’t stop
You’re up at five and you’re so alive
As you struggle to stay on top
You smile for the camera yet so shy
And alone in the dead of night
You smile as you scan for a passionate man
To marry and hold you tight
America loves you you look like Barbie
The media culture’s doll
You’ve done more covers than anyone’s lovers
And taken in quite a haul
What do they say a million a month
Who gets all that cash
Hang on to it girl and don’t unfurl
You could lose it all in a flash
They say that fame is a fleeting thing
Fifteen minutes most get
Some it enjoys and some it destroys
You won’t fall for it I bet
Yes you are the best the world’s super model
I’m just a student of rhyme
When it’s all done you will have become
An icon of our time
And me I’ll still be scribbling away here
Poets don’t make much cash
But if women were money and I had you
I’d walk with one hell-uv-a stash
305.5. ONE STEP AT A TIME
Well you like to read and you read good books
I’ve read a couple myself
Hotel New Hampshire, Eugenie Grandet
Not bad for this little elf
I wanted to know of you oh so badly
Didn’t see how we could meet
So I read your books and studied your looks
Now I wait for you to greet
They say a picture one thousand words
I’ve said a thousand or two
So keep on shooting I’ll keep on rooting
In all of my dreams of you
You see you are a spirit of inspiration
You are our dream come true
For the sad and dejected hope is reflected
In all of the shots you do
And maybe one day if all goes well
If I don’t get hit by a bus
We’ll sit with mineral water’s for two
And all of it we’ll discuss
First a thinker later a poet
Then a singer of doggerel rhyme
Like you my dreams grow little by little
I take it one step at a time
305.6. INNOCENCE
f innocence would rain on you
And you could feel the power
Passion of the spirit true
Would grace your darkest hour
Innocence the dance of youth
In silence one and only
Innocence the dance of truth
Weeps teardrops for the lonely
Innocence the dance of youth
Accepting destined duty
Innocence the dance of truth
Reflects the spirit's beauty
Innocence the dance of youth
Its blessing ever sending
Innocence the dance of truth
Knows passion never ending
Innocence the dance of youth
Full peaking at mid-heaven
Innocence the dance of truth
Flows from the hearts of seven
If innocence would rain on you
And you could feel the power
Passion of the spirit true
Would grace your darkest hour
306 Photos, TV and Movies
306.1. OH TRACY
You’re a mannequin actress in ribbons and curls
The most innocent cutest of sweet little girls
Motor drive ready lens focused on you
You know that I’m waiting for the thing that you do
Oh Tracy Oh Tracy
You blow me away when I look in your eyes
Oh Tracy Oh Tracy
If you aren’t for real that’s quite a disguise
Crawl she’s gonna crawl to the top
Crawl watch her crawl to the top
Crawl she’s gonna love it on top
When you’re in the spotlight flashing that skirt
And you dance for the shooter oh you’re such a flirt
You can play mega-queen slamming that zoom
Click goes the shutter on the princess of doom
Oh Tracy Oh Tracy
You blow me away when I look in your eyes
Oh Tracy Oh Tracy
If you aren’t for real that’s quite a disguise
Crawl she’s gonna crawl to the top
Crawl watch her crawl to the top
Crawl she’s gonna love it on top
You happen on film babe you’ve got the right look
The shooter may print it but you wrote the book
Now you’re the prime cut on the hot film strip
But like Satan’s own Bride you live for whip
I think of you often when I’m feeling alone
Your memories of childhood mirror my own
Synchronous knowledge cuts my heart like a knife
In pain and confusion we have lived the same life
Oh Tracy Oh Tracy
You blow me away when I look in your eyes
Oh Tracy Oh Tracy
If you aren’t for real that’s quite a disguise
You’re the subject of focus for my fantasy rhymes
No way really you’re kidding oh for sure many times
Were you for real was my mind playing tricks
Catch you later in the big time flicks
Crawl she’s gonna crawl to the top
Crawl watch her crawl to the top
Crawl she’s gonna love it on top
306.2. SWEET DAISY
Sweet Daisy I would give up heaven for the girl you are
She was a beautiful woman
Fresh as the springtime air
With long straight legs a maternal bosom
And lovely brunette hair
She lived in the woods that southern belle
With Jesse and Luke and Bo
She could sling a beer and drive a truck
With her cousins and Uncle in tow
She was fine in cutoffs better in lace
But she had good genes you see
She wore ‘em so tight they had no crease
Tickled Enos’ fantasy
She could flip old Roscoe charm Boss Hogg
Outsmart a big time goon
She could squeal the rubber on little white Dixie
Race all afternoon
She made real good on her country looks
In her twenties an actress true
I respected her and I’ll say she was
Someone that I wish I knew
Not everyone gets a chance in life
To be what they want to be
Not everyone has the discipline
That it takes to keep you free
But Daisy did and she did it well
Despite her restricted part
So I thank her here for many good times
From the bottom of my heart
Daisy I do wish you well
My friend on the TV screen
Where ever you go and whatever you do
Thanks for each and every scene
Once I was young with hopes and dreams
And never a worry or care
Now I’m coming up out of bankruptcy
And getting off welfare
But I’ll still tune in to TNN
Each day at three and nine
Small pleasures thank the sky for them
For you are one of mine
You did a good job sweet Catherine Bach
I hope they paid you well
Someday your kids will watch the Dukes
Oh the stories you will tell
306.3. THAT KIDMAN GIRL
The good sailor's wife
Almost fell to the knife
Of a whacked-out psycho at sea
But she nailed him down
Turned the ship around
Three sheets to the wind set free
Dead calm she cruised on the ocean
Dead calm she fired that dart
Straight into the chest of that psycho
Straight into his hellish heart
As an evilest witch
And a big screen bitch
Pulled the wickedest scam did she
Went for the cash
Secured a stash
But they caught her before she could flee
With malice cuckolded her husband
With malice in another man's arms
The queen of her dream she reigned supreme
The queen of seductive charms
'Twas love at first sight
For the vamp of the night
With a man in a long black cape
Though the bat took flight
In the dim twilight
She fell in love couldn't escape
Oh yes Mr. Wayne forever
Oh yes she offered her heart
Wide-eyed at courageous endeavor
Agape at the Batman's art
In a brilliant play
Of American way
She killed but didn't stand trial
TV fame
The name of the game
That got her iced Mafia-style
It may be true that fame is to die for
It's a media culture they say
You know survival of the fittest
307 The Girls Of University
307.1. THE VALKYRIE
8:25 A.M.
Room 203 (I think)
Headphones on
Walkman engaged
I'm sitting listening to Elvis--live in Memphis
He's singing "Lawdy Miss Clawdy"
I'm gazing at the floor in front of me
Suddenly
Without warning
There appears in front of me
A pair of What better way to make it absolutely
Clear to the world that I have the most
Gorgeous long straight legs in this Music class
Black stockings
Elvis is singing "My God what you doin' to me?"
More appropriate words have never been sung Elvis
I might have looked up but
There was far too much shape in those legs
To leave them alone
So I looked down
To see where the graceful curves were coming from
Ah Ha
A pair of slick "These are just the correct height
To tighten my bum into irresistible
Perfect roundness
Black heels
Elvis is singing "I give you all of my money"
No doubt you would Elvis no doubt you would
And what about that bum
The little devil
She's choking it
Inside a tight "If anyone turns up the lights
Even just a little they'll just about
(But not quite) be able to see through it
Sheer skirt
My finger jerks accidentally auto-reversing the tape
Elvis is singing "I've been runnin' all the way
Tryin' to get to you"
That makes two of us who are breathless Elvis
She's wearing a shimmering red
"If you are even remotely aware you'll see
That I have a wonderful heaving full bosom
And I am obviously the ripest peach on the tree
So pick me you fool"
Confirmation of availability blouse
Elvis is now singing Blueberry Hill
And it seems not only he has found his thrill
Creamy white
Awaiting the bite
Her neck is that of the swan
Fully exposed
Thanks to a bulk of blond hair coiled in a
"How many women my age are sophisticated
Enough to understand the seductive power
Of a formal hairstyle"
Smooth French roll
OOPS I hit fast-forward
Better push PLAY again
"Well I can't stop lovin' you"
Elvis is now reading my mind
I had not realized that the King was telepathic
I wonder if la grande chatelaine standing in front of me
Is telepathic
If she is she's going to smile any moment now
Ah yes
The smile
This cannot be the same girl I saw only 2 weeks ago
Drinking Coca-Cola out of a can
At 8:30 A.M. in this very room
And spilling it on her sweater.
This cannot be the same girl I noticed
Sitting cross-legged on the floor at the rear of the room
Because all the chairs were taken
When she arrived late
NO NO
For this is no girl at all, at al
This is a WOMAN
And I swear that in the time it takes to sneeze
Far less than 1/5 of a second this valkyrie could
Melt a carver's block at a thousand paces
With just one twinkling glance of those
Crystal clear baby blue eyes
And Elvis
Well
"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to thee
How great thou art"
Indeed Elvis
Your telepathic capacity is confirmed
My sentiments exactly
307.2. CATHERINE ROCKS
One day that bad Dr. Faustus
Was feeling right blue
He said I think I will create me a playmate
Who’s heart will be true
So he fashioned a shy cinderella
To love through and through
But she looked like a prissy young church-girl
I said That won't do
Old Faustus was laughing to tears
At my incredulous stare
He cried Cease and desist
Boticelli has issued a dare
Then he molded his Arien mistress
With the long blond hair
Into a renaissance Queen
Of the red regal chair
But I said Catherine rocks
With a powerful passionate shiver
That shocks
Catherine rocks
And your bland Birth of Venus won't do
Underwire push-up Revlon
A heel on her shoe
Said Faustus sly devil
Blue eyes are now twinkling at you
So take one step forward
My friend I must bid you ADIEU
And watch where you're stepping
When she smiles it'll knock you back two
Now Catherine rocks
She dines by the seashore
And goes for long walks
Catherine rocks
Where the sunset does beckon to woo
Gold heart in her bosom
She's reincarnated they say
In fact I could swear that I saw her
Oh just yesterday
Enroute with her flute
She was charming the children to play
They just stare in her blue eyes
And learn of her virtuous way
Yes Catherine rocks
From the top of Mount Seymour
Down to the docks
Catherine rocks
And she loves through and through
Catherine rocks
With a powerful passionate shiver that shocks
Catherine rocks
And the mountains echo
It's true
And the mountains echo
It's true
And the mountains echo
It's truuuue
307.3. GO KATIE GO
(Just Like Quicksilver)
Well she could sing like a bird
Like a bird on a wire
Well she could sing like a bird
With her heart on fire
Little Katie was born
She was born with a burnin’ desire
To be a star
Well she could sing like a bird
Flyin’ north for the summer
She could sing like a bird
With a six-string strummer
Little Katie was born
She was born with a feel for the drummer
Just like a star
With her pearly white teeth
And her rockin’ shades
Pure lovin’ I swear
That girl was made for …
Go Katie go c’mon fly with a winner
Just like Quicksilver
With her sweet pipes pumpin’
She could sing like a bird on a wire
Keep the bullfrogs jumpin’
She could sing with her heart on fire
Make you shoot from the hip
Just like a gun for hire
In funky stripe stockings
With a screen star smile
Decked out shining
To be seen for a mile
She was going for broke
And she was goin’ in style
Just like quicksilver
Let’s go Katie go
Don’t let em hold you down
C’mon go Katie go
Tear up the town
You know the polished pro is no beginner
The song of the siren redeems the sinner
Go Katie go c’mon fly with a winner
Just like Quicksilver
307.4. THE BANE OF SHE KISSING HIS LIPS
Call me a liar she flicked her eyelashes
And begged for the chains and the whips
A minute of fire and a lifetime of ashes
The bane of she kissing his lips
The picture of grace in her satin and lace
Such a happy girl dressed to the nines
Loose from her lair with a taste for the dare
Of hard men with their masculine lines
Over-protected but quite well-connected
She'd grown up aloof but naive
Victim of chances in early romances
She'd flown with her heart on her sleeve
Armed with the essence of late adolescence
She entered the young adult scene
Surrounded by fear in today's social sphere
She asked me What does it all mean
I said
Don't ask me why they all cheat and they lie
As if life was always with no end
In blindness they feed on their guilt and their greed
Mistaking the foe for the friend
Addressing each caller the talented scholar
Was rarely if ever waylaid
Still all of her trust culminated in lust
When push came to shove in her bed
Call me a liar she flicked her eyelashes
And begged for the chains and the whips
A minute of fire and a lifetime of ashes
The bane of she kissing his lips
307.5 THE REBEL WITH CHARM
I believe in providence you won't come to no harm
You may be a rebel but you're a rebel with charm
You wear so many faces
And you wear them all well in the light
You've been so many places
With your rebel heart shining so bright
A little self-righteous you don't shed a tear
You breathe in the sadness exhausting the tear
Chameleon spirit
You ride the north wind like a sail
May your feet never falter
Your hands and your heart never fail
Godspeed with you always off to a good start
You're a tough scrappin' cat with a big gentle heart
You're no prisoner of virtue
But then again neither am I
As no one can hurt you
I know that you'll never say die
I wanted to help you to make your load light
I know you re a rebel in the heat of the night
I too was once younger
But my youth was just wasted days
I too had a hunger
To charm with rebellious ways
Good luck in your future you'll soon have to go
Head out on the road with things that you know
Beware jabberwocky
He lurks in the dank and the dark
And don't get too cocky
When you're out for a walk in the park
307.6. BANANA BOAT QUEEN
(The Girl With The Gold Beret)
The banana boat sailed upon the ocean
On a silly song summer day
And the people said that her maiden head
Was a girl with a gold beret
Banana boat sailed banana boat sailed
Banana boat sailed away
And her maiden head was a girl they said
With a triple-ringed gold beret
She was calling calling
Calling come sail away
She was calling calling
Calling come sail today
The banana boat queen was clearly seen
Calling to them come sail away
Ride in my wake and your heart I’ll take
To a land where they sing and play
Banana boat queen banana boat queen
You could hear all the people say
Ride her wake and your heart she’ll take
To a land where they sing and play
She was calling calling
Calling come sail away
She was calling calling
Calling come sail today
Calling Calling
Calling come sail away
And her maiden head was a girl they said
With a triple-ringed gold beret
307.7. OH BE A FINE GIRL
She was cruisin' the arm of Orion
For what reason she could not say
I called to her, May I fly with you
In this life it takes two to play
You know there's dark mass all around us honey
Where no other life has been found
Dark mass in every direction
We're alone on this merry-go-round
You see we're 25,000 light years girl
Away from that centre black hole
500,000 sweet miles per hour
I'd say that we're on a roll
And we're burning at 6000 K girl
Balmer lines hotter than hell
We can only go 30 times round babe
Before thermal pulse blows off the shell
All hail to the disk of accretion
In this semi-detached binary
Can't help overflowing the Roche-lobe
Mass transfer between you and me
Yes we're moving to Red Giant baby
But we're main sequence down in the core
Oh be a fine girl and kiss me
One more time before you walk out the door
307.8. A SWEET FACADE NAIVETE
She like to stretch a little hope
She like to cruise upon the beach
She live her life with lots of rope
She set up goals within her reach
He so bright and he so quick
He so young and he so clean
He so clever and so slick
He could turn cool he could mean
And she so young she so young
And she's so in love with him
What will she do
She can't talk up to her dad
She say I move out of my home
She say I'm tired of bein' had
I like to rock I like to roam
She work Dakoda's coffee shop
She up at six to mop the floor
She work all day she go non-stop
She miss the sun to leave at four
And she so young she so young
And she's so in love with him
What will she do
Oh the visions that we see
In search of futile vanity
Oh the dogmas we decree
A sweet facade Naivete
307.9. ANGELA RAE
Angela Rae
Will you take me away
Where the sugar plum fairies go
Where the moon shines bright
On a hot summer night
For the girl with the dress cut low
Where the sensuous laden
Spirited maiden
Sings 'til the rivers flow
And the queen of the Dawn
Muslin chiffon
Falls gently row by row
Angela Rae
You tilt and sway
In my arms forever slow
My fingers trace
On your angel face
The path that the moonbeams show
Take my hand
We'll fly to the land that
Cupid and Psyche know
Where passion lives
'Til our pulse forgives
And we melt and float in the glow
307.10. JACKIE G.
Jackie G
Set me free
Goodbye ball and shackle
Take these chains off me
You were instigating
I was procrastinating
The sun moon the stars
Were cradled in your arms
You were liberating
Now we're participating
Sun moon the stars
The girl fate never harms
Maybe you'll go and see him
Maybe you'll stay there too
Maybe you will forget me
But girl you know I'll be blue
Maybe I'll come and find you
Maybe you'll look behind you
You'll see me standing there
Waiting just for you
Jackie G
I'll tell you honestly
You were the one
You came and set me free
307.11. THE MUSE
She was as an artist’s impression
Empathetic a caring soul
Patient bright and maternal
Anchored complete and whole
She was smooth with a warm disposition
All over inside and out
She was strong with a driving ambition
To learn what it’s all about
She could giggle a river of laughter
She shone when she feigned surprise
She was quicker and far more perceptive
Than others might realize
It was clear that she could be quite scampish
Behind her invincible frown
I could see that she would be quite vampish
Dressed up for a night on the town
She was just like a buddy libation
The dancer who spins on a dime
She was just like a great celebration
Fireworks carnival time
I looked at her and she looked at me
Her gaze didn’t give an inch
I looked at her and I thought to myself
Under pressure she’d never flinch
Curious ready and willing
A partner to do things with
She was the quickest and strongest
Of the women in classical myth
She was an artist’s impression
Empathetic a caring soul
Patient bright and maternal
Anchored complete and whole
She was all of the things that a good man needs
Could the men of her age but know
She was one of those muses touched by Cupid
A gift only gods bestow
307.12. THE GIRLS IN 602
(Funky Ladies)
The girls in 602
Were very funky ladies
The girls in 602
Were on parade au naturel
The girls in 602
Were very funky ladies
Their open shades invited
So the poet there alighted
He knocked but they preferred he ring the bell
One was intellectual
Assertive bright and witty
She loved cream icing sugar on her buns
The other was emotional
Slender svelte and pretty
As a hunter she preferred the bigger guns
The tall one loved to party
The tall one loved to entertain
The tall one was a budding socialite
The tall one was a talker
A leggy tart a stalker
Who did revel in seduction’s pitted fight
The other was a shocker
As a tender-hearted rocker
She posed for me in early evening light
Sweet sauce on her pasta
With her fingers flickin' faster
C'mon lick those sticky fingers sweet delight
The girls in 602
Were very funky ladies
The girls in 602
Were on parade au naturel
Suckin' back the pop tunes
While bumpin' on the sofa
In truth they were both creatures of the night
The girls in 602
Were very funky ladies
The girls in 602
Were on parade au naturel
Basking in the sunshine they did entertain me one time
Until we meet again I wish them well
Funky ladies I do truly wish you well
Yours truly funky ladies wish you well
307.13. I'M A HAPPY MAN
Paper, Pen and a beautiful girl
I'm a happy man
308 The Angel Child
308.1. BACK FROM THE COAST
Well I fell pretty hard for the girl in black
Don’t know how and I can’t tell when
Might have been her soft heart or her beautiful back
Happens to me every now and then
Flew back from the coast to the winter snow
Didn’t know why but it had to be
Wasn’t looking for love but I had to go
Wasn’t looking for light but now I see
She works with the weak she says it’s fun
Comes in at nine most every day
And she works some more when the day is done
No rest for the wicked so they say
But she’s not wicked not her oh no
A bit of a charmer now and then
She’s a loving spirit with a pristine soul
I’ll win her trust but I don’t know when
I spent seven years and a day on the coast
Learned to relax went back to school
Had to leave a love that I loved the most
Might have a soft heart but I’m nobody’s fool
It’s cold out here but I’m glad I’m home
Live with my brother outside of town
Ready to settle too tired to roam
She keeps me up when I’m feeling down
She makes me happy gives me power
With a flickering lash and a turn of the hand
It’s all those little things we devour
When we’re too alone far out from land
Hard to lay back cause I want her heart
Try my best to give her space
But I never mastered the courtesans art
Can’t stop adoring that gorgeous face
Wear glasses now when I have to read
So does she and the same in style
She’s a little knock-kneed cute walk indeed
Has a beautiful mouth and a killer smile
Now I know the difference twixt love and lust
Been around the block and seen some things
Passion wanes lust turns to dust
But love don’t fade when it takes wings
Had many loves throughout my life
But this is the start of something new
Maybe a lover a friend and wife
Wouldn’t that be a happy ending too
308.2. THE GIRL
You know the girl grew up in a country town
Where the guys drive trucks big four by fours
But the rural life never got her down
She survived her early romantic wars.
She grew up tall and loving and straight
Enjoyed country music times with friends
She cared for the weak and felt no hate
She had a kind heart the kind that mends
I say the girl was a sweet refresher
Vivacious and a fancy dresser
Bored with hype the marrying type
I did long wait to caress her
You know the girl looked great in a rubber tire
With a choker made out of electrical tape
A corset concealing a heart on fire
A figure revealing it’s feminine shape
She drank a little and smoked a lot
She smiled a bunch was rarely sad
She worked very hard for all she’d got
T’was all those liars that made her mad
I say the girl was a sweet refresher
Vivacious and a fancy dresser
Bored with hype the marrying type
I did long wait to caress her
She was always polite nice to be near
She had nice eyes and integrity
She had other nice things unmentionable here
She was a rather unique young women you see
Yes the girl was cool so I adored
Entertained the lady whenever I could
She accepted my gifts was never bored
Watched my tongue said what I should
308.3. WOULD YOU LIE TO ME
Would you lie to me would you whisper sweet nothings
Would you fly me away to far off places
Would you take me in hand
And show me how to love you right
Could we dance on the sand
Sweet lover would you hold me tight
Would you lie to me all sugar and spice
Would you tantalize me with vivacious vices
Would you take me in hand
And show me how to love you right
Romance ‘cross the land
Hold me close in the dead of the night
Oh sweet lover would you lie to me
With eyes wide open as the deep blue sea
Oh sweet lover would you lie to me
A sweet facade but together we’d be
Would you lie to me about beauty and grace
Would you lie to me right to my face
Would you lie to me
And then walk right out that door
Or would you lie to me
And stay with me forevermore
308.4. IF I BLEW SWEEET KISSES TO YOU
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you rub my back in bed
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you cure my busy head
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you cook me dinner each night
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you promise we’ll never fight
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you whisper you’re the one
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you take it all in fun
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you promise never to lie
If I blew sweet kisses to you
Would you make me the richest gu
308.5. YOU JUST DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE
She said
We used to go out dancin’ talkin’
Arm in arm most each and every night
We used to go out jivin’ walkin’
Folks said those two make a lovely sight
You used to love my pretty make-up
You used to kiss my long blond hair
You used to tell me honey wake-up
Just to say how much you really care
Now I try tell you what I’m feeling
You just sit there staring at the floor
The silence here is hurtin’ it ain’t healing
I guess you just don’t love me anymore
We used to do so much together
Everything we did it seemed so right
Now you look at me and it’s whatever
You’re too tired and I don’t want to fight
Maybe I was just away to often
Maybe lovers fade out in the play
Maybe hearts grow all too hard to soften
Maybe boy it’s true but you won’t say
308.6. I’M GOIN’ COUNTRY
I gotta pickup truck and an old guitar
I got my Wranglers on gonna be a star
I’m going country gonna chase my blues away
I’m going country that’s all I can say
I’m goin’ country with a little bit o’rock n’ roll
I’m goin’ country to save my mortal soul
Well the girls all told me boy get on stage
Don’t you know country has come of age
Thanks to outlaws who chased those blues away
Go country that’s what people say
Gonna hit those lights of Nashville town
No city slicker gonna bring me down
I’m goin’ country gonna chase my blues away
I’m goin’ country that’s all I can say
Well it’s a Friday night and it’s time to go
Gotta meet the boys for the evenin’ show
I’m goin’ country gonna chase my blues away
I’m goin’ country and that’s where I will stay
308.7. THE ANGEL CHILD
A frosted blonde and a happy soul
With a smooth complexion no mark or mole
Her twinkling eyes made no demands
No wedding bands on her beautiful hands
She was early twenties no mans wife
With a spirit unbent by the wiles of life
Long and tall and warm and sweet
The girl the men all want to meet
She worked with the weak to make them strong
Night too short and days too long
She toiled away at her paper stack
Bent over the desk all dressed in black
Out on the road where the cold wind blows
I dreamed on the highway to St. Rose
I dreamed of her past the seeds she’d sown
I dreamed of her future still unknown
A studious girl with smiling charm
I prayed she’d never come to harm
Oh sweet Joanne you angel child
May your life be long and undefiled
May you always walk with style and grace
That permanent smile upon your face
May you find affection wither you give
To nurse your heart and it’s will to live
309 My Little Love Dove
309.1. THE DOLL I HOPE TO GO AGAIN WITH SOON
I went for dinner with a doll last evening
Not a toy doll
A real doll
A live doll
Not like a media doll
A vibrant flesh and blood doll
She is tiny like a doll
With a fine-boned figure
She wore a skin tight low-cut T-shirt
Very sexy
It outlined her slender arms
Exposing her ring-fingered doll-like hands
She has bright eyes and long lashes
Like a doll
She speaks with a rippling musical voice
A magical voice ever-changing
Her eyes twinkle like a doll
She has a lovely smile
And a dead-straight walk
Very cool
But mischievous
I think she could be a very naughty doll
But she handles me with kid gloves
Sometimes I get tongue-tied around her
Imagine that
At my age
She understands
And never abuses the privilege
Who would wish for anything more
I think of you often
Wondering what you’re up to
Hoping things are going well
Understanding the unique pressures
You’re experiencing
Glad to have met you
Laughing at my own romantic nature
Appreciative of the time you have given me
Respecting your right to privacy
Thankful for the respect you show me
Good luck always little Goddess
I do truly adore you
309.2. THE GODDESS OF SUBSTANCE NOT IMAGE
Who is the girl who
Jumped off a cliff at Wreck Beach for fun
Hit the parking meter in a Mercedes
Likes soft 80’s pop and
Afternoon drinks at Malone's on the patio
Wears a gold saxophone charm pendant
Dated the older man with the Ferrari
Watches classic movies at home with fresh popcorn
Grew up with a pre-war taste for romance
Just wants a boyfriend who respects her
And treats her right
Will look as good as Sophia Loren at 50
Why she's the Goddess of Substance Not Image
How pretty in the candlelight she would be
On the sofa with a movie sitting next to me
Is it passion or love or just vanity
Do we see the truth or what we want to see
What's the price of romance for nothing comes free
How pretty in the candlelight she would be
309.3. CHATTY CATHY
Popourri and herb
In her kitchen superb
Smell of pine and the color green
A phantom of sorts
Queen of troubadour courts
Ever present but rarely seen
Burrard bridge on long walks
The West End and long talks
Chatty Cathy the belle of the ball
Don’t cheat and Don’t toke
Eat at Subway drink Coke
She insists But indeed I know all
Candles and kittens a child in red mittens
A woman who smokes her cool jazz
Rocking his world
With her painted toes curled
She seduced him from Pomp and Pizzazz
Smooth curves pretty knees
She has mountains and seas
A fancy feline with a Cheshire smile
By far the best teacher
For a vagabond preacher
So badly burned by tribulation and trial
Oh to cruise on the straight and the level
Tread the line between truth and lies
It may be true she has danced with the devil
But he sees an angel in her eyes
309.4. THE PEARL
She was at the age
Of no time for school
Or establishment rule
Where a jock is cool
And a geek’s a fool
She was at the age
Where everything’s new
And there’s too much to do
Where boys are many
And men too few
She at the age where
Boyfriends change
And images matter
Where women compete
And shallow friends scatter
She was at the age
Of learning to dance
And tasting romance
Where loving to flirt
Can flatter or hurt
She was at the age of
No mountain too big
No crevasse too steep
No river too wide
No cavern too deep
She was at the age
Of becoming a woman
No longer a girl
The oyster opens
Revealing it’s pearl
309.5. SHE'S A FINE YOUNG LADY
She knows how to pay her own way
And she's cool
She knows how to charm
The philosophical fool
She's a fine young lady
With a taste for romantic art
She's a fine young lady
With a gentle romantic heart
She knows how to party
When out on the town
With peasant or pauper
Or man of renown
She's a fine young lady
With a taste for the fast lane smile
She's a fine young lady
She's flyin' and she's flyin' in style
She knows how to fish
She's a girl with a plan
She'll hold her looks well
Like Sophia Loren
She's a fine young lady
With manners full twice her age
She's a fine young lady
The pick of the lot to engage
309.6. THINKIN' ABOUT YOU
I'm lyin' here and thinkin' 'bout:
How pretty you are
You're music friend from Georgia
Sarasota Siesta Key and sunsets in the Gulf
You're laughing little sister
The birthday flat of beer
You're dad a cop on X-files
The way your hair falls across your shoulder
You backseat bumpin' in the bus
The shops on Rodeo Drive
Disney world once a month
Saxophones and bands in Bangkok
The slammin' surf at Coco Beach
Downtown Tallahassee in the traffic
Your grandmother and Marj
You married at 24
The lights in New York City
You in the cheerleading outfit
Goin' ballistic with you on a Manhattan subway train
You talkin' on the phone
How your heartbeat beckons
How you love to play
The way you laugh
How quickly life passes
What a perfect soul you are
309.7. PART OF THE YOU THAT YOU ARE
Your doll-like hands
Your cute little nose
Your fine-boned knees
In that slinky black hose
That short black dress
Sunglasses and smile
Your heavenly bosom
In low cut style
These are all part of the sensuous woman
Part of the woman who loves a good hug
These are all part of the sensuous woman
Afloat on the nape of the polar bear rug
Your slender instep
Your smooth inner thigh
The curve of your calf
Your twinkling eye
The flash of your lashes
The round of your bum
You shiver and shake
'Til I rattle and hum
These are all part of the sensuous woman
These are all part of the you that you are
These are all part of the sensuous woman
Who'll climb the tall mountain and shine like a star
309.8. MY PRECIOUS FAIR-HAIRED MAIDEN
My precious fair-haired maiden
I could love you with no lust
Though ashes turn to ashes
And dust become but dust
My precious fair-haired maiden
I could love you with no fear
Though fate might take you far away
And leave me standing here
My precious fair-haired maiden
I could love you every day
Though clouds might cast the deepest gloom
Upon the brightest day
My precious fair-haired maiden
With all the love you give
You can shine the brightest star
For you know how to live
309.9. THE COMMITMENT
I don't lie I don't cheat
I don't deal on the side
I don't light wild fires then run and hide
I'm a strong young man
I meet my commitments well
I don't quiver in danger
Sweet child oh can't you tell
A good sport a good looker
A cool frame of mind
No better girl when I need to unwind
You do always look great
And if you can't make it you call
You've got style grace and charm
Quality you've got it all
I will romance you darling
I will walk with the dog
I won't sit on the sofa like a bump on a log
I will come home each night when I'm asked
And I will be on time
I won't leech off my lady
Beggin' honey can you spare a dime
Just call for assistance
If the river’s too wide
I will answer your beckon come and stem the tide
I will run run forever forever
If you turn me on
I will rise in the deep of the night
To hold you close until dawn
309.10. LOVE!
Love remember all of our romantic days
When we were young
And we flew on the wings of a dove
Until each day was done
We believed in ourselves and we played
Until each battle was won
Now we rest and we wait for our fate
For change it is sure to come
Love we were its target we could not escape
Though we did run
‘Twas the Cupid man’s duty to shoot yet again and again
Then he was done
Now I cherish each memory of romance
Where we became one
And Venus does smile as a mentor
Like the rays of the setting sun
There is luck and there is challenge
There is faith and there is hope
Whenever fortune should escape you
My love is there to help you cope
Love you are the girl of all my dreams
I adore
And your picture still hangs on a hook
On the back of my door
And your perfume still lingers
And warms my old heart to the core
There was love in each romantic moment
To sustain me forevermore
310 The Woman Who Spoke Of Destiny
310.1. THE WOMAN WHO SPOKE OF DESTINY
I once met a woman who spoke of destiny
Regarding news affairs and present world society
She spoke of plagues and earthquakes and of troubles that must be
She spoke of greater power with which one day we might see
Living in a commune in the early seventies
She was mentored by a wizard of occult philosophies
She spoke to me of esoteric life astrology’s
Insisting that we are the masters of our destinies
She spoke about the Kharma that a given life will breed
She said that it depends upon the kind of life you lead
In spite of the destruction that is born of human greed
All events in cycles fill a greater cosmic need.
She said that Nostradamus that old gifted prophet sage
Had written of this decade in his fated final page
That war would curse the world in the last section of the age
As war’s the chosen outlet for the ghouls who worship rage
She pointed at the righteous who insisted they are both right
She pointed out how prejudice supports the childish fight
She pointed out the present lack of love in human hearts
She pointed out how warriors must play their final parts
She pointed out the value of the vitaspheric charts
She pointed out the value of the ancient healing arts
She pointed out the speed with which the future comes to be
She pointed to my heavy heart and then she said to me
310.2. SEA OF STARDUST
She said I'm floating through this dream
Upon a sea of snow-white stardust
I'm just a shadow
A shadow in the neon fog
I'm floating through this dream
Upon a sea of snow-white stardust
Feel the bristle
Feel the bristle on the hair of my dog
She said Oh my gigolo
Can you not pound a little harder
On the sea of stardust
Understand I like it rough
I said I tell no lie
I could crucify you harlot martyr
But on the sea of stardust
It'll never be enough
She said I'm floating through this dream
Upon a sea of snow-white stardust
I'm just a specter
Arisen from the neon grave
I'm floating through this dream
Upon a sea of snow-white stardust
Ball and chain to lust
Ball and chain to lust I'm a slave
She said Oh my gigolo
Can you not pound a little harder
On the sea of stardust
Understand I like it rough
I said I tell no lie
I could crucify you harlot martyr
But on the sea of stardust
It'll never be enough
She said Oh my gigolo
Can you not pound a little harder
On the sea of stardust
Understand I like it rough
I said I tell no lie
I could crucify you harlot martyr
But on the sea of stardust
It'll never be enough
310.3. IS IT TRUE?
How did you come by that voice
That open book running brook little girl's voice
That lilting and loveliest little girl's voice
How did you come by that voice
Where did you get that profile
That straight-talking bold walking slender profile
That charming but challenging slender profile
Where did you get that profile
Is it true
Is it true that the smile
Is it true that the smile of the autumn female
Hides the sting in her Scorpion tail
Who blessed your heart with such grace
Such soft glowing free flowing natural grace
Such subtle and sensuous natural grace
Who blessed your heart with such grace
How did you culture your style
The warmth in your voice the love in your smile
In a world full of rages that seek to defile
How did you culture your style
Is it true
Is it true that the smile
Is it true that the smile of the autumn female
Hides the sting in her Scorpion tail
310.4. YOU ARE THE CRYSTAL
You are the crystal who came to the mystic
To burn in his orange Kundalini for life
When you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Don’t turn left when your lust tempts you.
Look straight ahead for your prince of the night
Focus your passion and draw him to you
When you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Know that your passion will draw him to you
Know in your soul that a warlock’s bite
Is one of the few that can satisfy you
You are the crystal who mirrors the mystic
The crystal whose beauty has sharpened his knife
You are the crystal who came to the mystic
To burn in his orange Kundalini for life
When you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Don’t turn right when your lust tempts you.
Look straight ahead for your prince of the night
Focus your passion and draw him to you
Know that your passion will draw him to you
Open your soul to the warlock’s bite
He will appear and come dancing with you
You are the crystal who mirrors the mystic
The crystal whose beauty has sharpened his knife
You are the crystal who came to the mystic
To burn in his orange Kundalini for life
When you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
When you feel his passion alive inside you
Give yourself up to your prince of the night
You will be pleased by the things he can do
When you dance with the devil in the full moonlight
Morgan le Fay will have nothing on you
I swear by the power in the warlock’s bite
He will forever be dancing with you
310.5. THE TWILIGHT ZONE
Into the twilight zone we go
Into the world of our dreams
Into the twilight zone we go
When it’s coming apart at the seams
Into the twilight zone we go
Where we by are wishes are hurled
Into the twilight zone we go
To exit the pain of the world
Into the twilight zone we go
Where fear can quicken the breath
Into the twilight zone we go
Where sleep is the brother of death
Into the twilight zone we go
To test the hand of fate
Into the twilight zone we go
In a hypnagogic state
Into the twilight zone we go
On the run from the pummeling hail
Into the twilight zone we go
With the reaper hot on our tail
Into the twilight zone we go
With our last and final hope
Into the twilight zone we go
Escaping the hangman’s rope
There in the twilight zone we wait
Outside time and space
There in the twilight zone we wait
In our soul’s most intimate place
There in the twilight zone we wait
In the void twixt heaven and hell
There in the twilight zone we wait
Where the star of the morning fell
There in the twilight zone we wait
Where silence cleans the slate
There in the twilight zone we wait
Where the Merlin speaks of fate
There in the twilight zone we wait
Where present wipes the past
There in the twilight zone we wait
Where the die of the future is cast
There in the twilight zone we wait
In the place where prophets prayed
There in the twilight zone we wait
Poised on the edge of the blade
There in the twilight zone we wait
On the true self each man seeks
There in the twilight zone we wait
Til the voice of the true self speaks
There in the twilight zone we learn
That conscience must be obeyed
There in the twilight zone we learn
How the best of the legends are made
There in the twilight zone we learn
How patiently to wait
There in the twilight zone we learn
How to accept our fate
There in the twilight zone we learn
That fate weaves many designs
There in the twilight zone we learn
That fate lives in men’s minds
There in the twilight zone we learn
Of magical sevens and twelves
There in the twilight zone we learn
Of the power inside ourselves
There in the twilight zone we learn
How psychic seeds are sown
There in the twilight zone we learn
To feel what can’t be known
There in the twilight zone we learn
To see what we can see
There in the twilight zone we learn
To be what we can be
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With a well honed psychical sword
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With our gift to the maddening horde
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With compassion for the elf
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With a realization of self
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With respect for our fellow man
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With respect for destiny’s plan
Then back from the twilight zone we come
Released from the shackles of fear
Then back from the twilight zone we come
To prepare as the time draws near
Then back from the twilight zone we come
Armed with integrity
Then back from the twilight zone we come
To face our destiny
Then back from the twilight zone we come
With a personal song to sing
Back from the twilight zone we come
With grace awakening
310.6. THE SEED
Your heart as a child was angry
When shedding her loneliest tear
But the child in you was a Scorpio true
Who rarely if ever knew fear
You can flirt with the angels or flirt with the devil
Then strike like a Scorpion true
But you flirt with disaster and Kharma moves faster
No one knows better than you
Like the devil's own child you chose to run wild
Albeit 'twas your right to choose
But a Scorpio true pays the devil his due
And you paid through abuses of booze
I cried for the flirt I cried 'cause she hurt
One cries when the milk has been spilled
But when sympathy ceases you pick up the pieces
Accepting that you must rebuild
310.7. THE DIAMOND
In the valley of stones was a diamond
That came forth from the heart of a flower
To alongside the peers of her teenage years
Heal the world from abuses of power
You have been blessed with great beauty
Beauty that quickly disarms
This beauty is but a reflection of self
Of your innermost spiritual charms
You have been given the best heart
You listen by feeling the time
Truth comes fast when impressions are case
In the light of your Scorpio heart
As Scorpio’s moon is your true self
And truth is the Libran’s goal
Your power acquired is power desired
Through integrity of the soul
True to your heart True to yourself
Integrity of the soul
Means living according to conscience
With emotional self-control
You'll turn pain into wisdom
The pain of your teenage woes
As the ashes and dust of one's teenage lust
Are but soil out of which wisdom grows
Heal with diet and fitness
The scars of your teenage blues
Those who run clean when the nineties get mean
They win and the boozers they lose
Sharpen your fast intuition
And use it to ferret the liars
They best liars trip when they're stripped by this whip
In the heat of life's merciless fires
Let go the hand of your mother
Develop your own moral code
The spirit who grows as she follows her nose
Is secure on the rockiest road
Walk through the heart of the fire
Intuition will keep you from harm
Safety adores the soul opening doors
With intuitive Scorpio charm
310.8. WHY DON'T WE MEET ON THE MOON
Why don't we meet on the moon
Rendezvous midnight noon is too soon
Sing to the stars a soft sensuous tune
Why don't we meet on the moon
We could slow dance in the silence
There where the spirit is free
Gentle romance in the silence
Here to infinity
We could caress in the starlight
There where the spirit is free
We could undress in the starlight
Under God's great canopy
We could deep kiss in the moonlight
Feeling what no man can see
Spiritual bliss in the moonlight
On the sea of tranquility
There up above in the moonlight
There where the two become one
We could make love in the moonlight
Until Avalon's mystery is done.
We could go bare skinny-dipping
There where the spirit is free
We could go hopping and skipping
On the sea of tranquility
I could get callously cosmic
Here with the power of rhyme
I could go bouncing my brains off the wall
And we'll have a helluva time
We could have slow-motion rock fights
Bet that you can't hit me
I'll just go floating down into the craters
Sixth of earth's gravity
We could start hooting the moondust
Terrorize half of the land
We could fall victim to goon lust
When everything flies out of hand
We could meet up on the dark side
Oooh what a kinkiest thought
Lunar elliptical parkside ride
Go for it ready or not
We could make out on the moonrocks
Moon sex gravity free
We could orgasm again and again
Under God's great canopy
You could cry out in the passion
Oh Do it again please please
Let the rest of them rot from the viral infections
Of deadliest social disease
We could watch on from a distance
The horror of panicking fleeings
We could observe the pathetic condition
Of bi-polar sexed human beings
You could say "What's with this poet
I swear the guy's totally nuts"
Who the hell else could make fun of romance
But a psycho-androgynous klutz
Why don't we meet on the moon
This is too crazy noon is too soon
Crack that champagne we'll dance to its tune
When we meet on that loony old moon
I'll court you my love in the moonlight
For you hold the key to my heart
You the mercurial Scorpio rising
Bless the fourth square of my chart
310.9. IT’S SAD
She said
It’s sad if their pathway to power
Is a gun in the palm of their hand
And they die in a nuclear shower
From playing too long in the sand.
So sad if the power abusers
Cause others to grovel and beg
But wine is quite sure to go sour
If it’s aged in a rotten keg
Just turn off the TV
What will be will be
Let them see what they see
I’d rather be me.
To yourself be true
It’s OK to be you
Everyday will be new
Just do what you do
310.10. BEWARE THE POWER OF MONEY
Beware the power of money
Distractions it can buy
That keep you from developing
Your gifted psychic eye
Beware the power of money
Whose voice insists you must
Make money and spend money
Satisfying your own lust
Beware the power of money
And lies that it can tell
Lest it snatch you by the forelock
And drag you into hell.
The hell of psychic conflict
Where Satan fell from grace
Because he just could not accept
The trusted servants place
310.11. SOME
She said
Some will dance and party
Some will play it coy
Some will scream in pain
While others jump and shout for joy
Some will beg for mercy
Some will run and hide
Some will simply perish
In the swelling psychic tide.
Some will say “I’m powerful”
Some will go insane
Some will say “ It’s over”
Others will be Born Again
He who is righteous be righteous still
No soul is greater or less
Those who live by the sword they will die by the sword
Later we’ll clean up the mess
310.12. THREE PLACES
She said
There’ll be three places you can go
When the street becomes death row
One’s Okanagon one’s in Virginia one’s in New Mexico
Three places you can go
When the fate of the cities is sealed
Three places you can go
To rest and relax and be healed
Three places you can go
To be safe from the terror and strife
Three places you can go
Where’s still respect for life
Three places you can go where the air and the water are clean
Three places you can go
Where people aren’t hungry and mean
Three places you can go
Where all types of people can groove
Three places you go
Where the ground ‘neath your feet won’t move
310.13. OKANAGON
She said
Kamloops to Osoyoos
South Central BC
Valley Okanagon
A safer place to be
Home of fruit tree farmers
Gentle summer rain
Valley Okanagon
In the Rocky mountain chain
Home of Ogopogo
Legend in the lake
Solid rock foundation
Proofed against a quake
Valley of the wealthy
Where the tourists roam
Okanagon is a better place
To make your home
310.14. VIRGINIA
She said
Calm idyllic majesty
Healthy lust and green
Nestled in the Blue Ridges
Silent and serene
Home of Edgar Cayce
And Robert A. Monroe
Home of psychic pioneers
Where all free thinkers go
Home of older money
Formal upper crust
Of America once beautiful
Now a war zone fueled by lust
Solid rock foundation
Atlantic to the east
Virginia is a hideaway
For fleeing man or beast
310.15. NEW MEXICO
She said
Number three New Mexico
Mystery to me
Still I know it’s valuable
Despite what I can’t see
Solid rock foundation
Like the other two
Something more than quake proof
Castaneda know
Maybe it’s medicinal
Plants or special herbs
Could it be he fled there
To escape the sixties burbs
One thing I can tell you
It’s the place to hide
When angry San Andreas
Tells the West Coast ‘Time to slide”
311 Rags To Riches
311.1. TIME, ITS TENSES AND SATURN'S RETURN
The twenty-eighth year of lives lived in fear
Is the turning point for souls that would dare
Stand and suffer the blow of a stale status-quo
Cursed paying homage to its media scare
The future comes fast birthed by pain from one's past
Pain that is censoring the subconscious call
When that pain is dissolved old patterned fears are resolved
Until nothing really matters at all
From the silence that flatters when nothing really matters
Speaks the voice of the sentinel one comes to know
"All that could have been never was, never is
Never will be, until you're free to go."
"As the past is no longer that's why it's the past
The past need not matter to thee
The past is deceased when old attachments released
No longer colour what you think that you see."
"As the future is cast to compensate for the past
The future's an illusion you see
Once you're free of the past projected futures die fast
Time's lock is picked by this perceptual key."
"Time stands to separate the sheep from the perennial goats
Whose lives are based upon emotional fear
No time consecrates the spirit that consistently floats
Detached from past and future tenses too dear.”
Unreleased memories of emotional strife
Can birth perceptions to which only fools bow
Out of respect for your life detach your mind from all strife
And hold your focus in the present where forever is now
Pulling into Saturn's return
With the wisdom to change the old broken refrain
A soul's past is reprieved by its will to believe
That life was never meant to be lived in pain
At the end of the trail a little ragged and frail
Still--not a lot worse for wear
The soul stands at the gate of a road to new fate
With a willingness to challenge fate's dare
311.2. TATLOW PARK
I grew up again in Tatlow Park
In Tatlow Park
Where the trees are tall
In Tatlow Park
Where the eagles call
In Tatlow Park
Where the ways the will
In Tatlow Park
Where the brook runs still
I was a citizen
A citizen of Tatlow Park
I used to stand beside and breathe
Breathe energy off the trees
I was a citizen
A citizen of Tatlow Park
I used to be there with the owls
The owls and birds and bees
I was a novice
A novice in my days a Tatlow Park
I grew in wisdom
In wisdom I did come to see the light
I was a novice
A novice in my days a Tatlow Park
I found my way
I found my way past all the spectres of the night
I’ll be a keeper
A keeper of the keys to Tatlow Park
I’ll float and glide upon the scented summer breeze
I’ll be a keeper
A keeper of the keys to Tatlow Park
I’ll fan the west wind
Fan then west wind that blows yellow on the seas
I grew up gently
I grew up gently in the hands of Tatlow Park
I learned to swim
I learned to swim and sleep and dream upon the waves
I grew up gently
Grew up gently in the hands of Tatlow Park
I studied music played guitar
And ate like freemen not like slaves
311.3. DISCIPLINE
You've heard it said or read in books
That lie upon your shelf
"To be sure that it gets done right
You must do it yourself."
I lived a life of discipline
Throughout most of my youth
I studied and I dreamed and worked
While seeking greater truth
Until it seemed that other folk
Were having real good times
While I grew just as sour
As a jar of aging limes
People often mocked me
They said "You're way too straight
You gotta loosen up relax
Come join us "Tempt your fate"
But when I went to join them
They'd look at me and whine
Perhaps intimidated
By this discipline of mine
Accomplishing but lonely
A sadness grew in me
And I became the victim
Of that menace Jealousy
Still I had this discipline
It helped me get work done
It helped me to achieve the things
That lead to greater fun
Until I recognized a truth
Through my accomplishments
I saw that having discipline
Is merely common sense
And then I saw how other folk
Were envious of me
Envious of discipline
They stopped and stared at me
Envious of discipline
They stopped and stared at me
Still they stood their distance
Filled with curiosity
Oh yes they stood their distance
And let me do my thing
As I went on with discipline
To write and play and sing
And so regarding discipline
On this you might reflect
I may not have much friendship
But I damned well have respect
311.4. NO PLACE FOR ME
Humans don't appreciate
What they can get for free
Human beings much prefer
To live life selfishly
As idealists are out to lunch
In this society
I'm cursed by my benevolence
There is no place for me
311.5. MAYBE I'M NUTS
I sleep in an old cold warehouse
Socks upon my feet
I sleep in an old cold warehouse
Back of Seymour Street
These kids they gave me a heater
To warm my darkening doom
These kids they gave me a heater
To heat the spare back room
Chicken Quesadilla
Cactus Club Café
There I use the phone for free
What else can I say
Burgers at the Cecil
Dancing girls and tunes
Simple life quite free of strife
But howling on full moons
I guess that I'm eccentric
Left a warm hotel
Some would say I lost my mind
And there from grace I fell
At least down here it's quiet
No one bothers me
When I don't want to be a part
Of this society
I don't drink and I don't smoke
No drugs I don't get laid
Some would say I'm missing out
Christ I've got it made
Folks are way too nuts these days
I'm not out to lunch
Although I feel like a sideshow freak
Amidst this loony bunch
Maybe I'm nuts and I just don't know it
Maybe I'm crazy as hell
Maybe I'm just so bloody gone
I simply cannot tell
311.6. ASHES TO ASHES
Where are you now what do you do
On a cold winter night when you’ve got the flu
And who do you call in the dead of the night
When you’re stoned or drunk and tired of the fight
And who will you see who stands in your way
When you’re lonesome and sad on a long gray day
As you wait on the phone for a knock on the door
But you’re all out of sorts lyin’ on the floor
Ain’t nobody there for to pick you up
So you make a black coffee alone you sup
No one gives a damn, politician or bard
If your love grows tough when your life is hard
But still it rolls on this meter and rhyme
‘Til your head it aches from your crazed design
And the sun goes up and the sun goes down
And everyone laughs at the jokes of a clown
You once had dreams of mansion and girls
In satins and diamonds and sensuous curls
Water to mud and metal to rust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
311.7. I STILL DO GUITAR
Sunday night in Gastown
Finished up my show
Stepped outside to have a smoke
When someone yelled "Let's go"
Didn't see him comin'
Snuck up from behind
Cracked me good not once but twice
I went down half-blind
Now I'm busted and I'm hurtin'
And I can't see too far
Some folks tell me Buddy
You're lucky you're alive
Walk away while you still see
Grab a nine to five
From the school of hard knocks
Smokes and cards and booze
Don't let bad luck stop me
It's just part of payin' dues
I'm busted and I'm hurtin'
But I can drive my car
Maybe there's a million ways
That a man can make a buck
But I won't work on the docks
And I refuse to drive a truck
Can't lay on my backside
Up and on my feet
Man does what he has to
When he's gotta make ends meet
I'm busted and I'm hurtin"
But I still do guitar
311.8. CASTLE OF MIRRORS
When I’m dazed and confused if you’re feeling too used
If your heart has grown cold and the future looks old
If your woman sees your image grow clearer
Then you gotta take a look in the mirror
If you’re losin’ your mind to the serious kind
If you’re goin’ no where and you just wanna stare
If you’re searching for emotional hearers
Come in and take a look in the mirrors
If you wanna hang out or just scream and shout
If you wanna play flirty, or get down and dirty
If you wanna see your image grow clearer
Come in and find yourself a gook mirror
The action is great friend so don’t bring a date
Leave your clock at the gate come and play with your fate
Welcome to the castle of mirrors
This ain’t the devil’s den
Welcome to the castle of mirrors
Where the mirrors are people not women or men
311.9. ADDICTED TO SODA
Does it ever give you a headache
Breathing the second hand smoke
Does it ever give you a headache
Seething the tensions no joke
Addicted to Soda, young girls, young boys
Addicted to Soda and emotional noise
Addicted to Soda, --- posers and toys
Addicted to Soda and emotional noise
Does it ever give you a backache
Walking in four inch wheels
Does it ever give you a backache
Standing all night in those heels
Does it ever give you a heartache
The way people stumble around
Does it ever give you a heartache
Confusion attracted by sound
Addicted to Soda, young girls, young boys
Addicted to Soda and emotional noise
Addicted to Soda, --- posers and toys
Addicted to Soda and emotional noise
Still it’s a pretty good room
The room has been friendly to me
Yes indeed it’s a very good room
Where people can come and just BE
311.10. BACK ON THE BRIDGE
The Queen’s white knight wearin’ black
The rocker decks cool rappin’ jack
A confident sage with the tune keepers badge
He’s the queen’s white knight wearin’ black
Guiding the starship in the heat of the night
Vancouver’s hell child, the Queen’s white knight
John Hewitson is back on the bridge
So come for a soda grab a beer from the fridge
Give it up to the tunes and escape your cocoons
‘Cause Hewitson is back on the bridge
Good kharma comes quickly to John
He’ll be standing when the fools are long gone
‘Cause he meets people’s needs with his chivalrous deeds
Good kharma comes quickly to John
Guiding the starship in the heat of the night
Vancouver’s hell child the Queen’s white knight
John Hewitson is back on the bridge
So come for a soda grab a beer from the fridge
Give it up to the tunes and escape your cocoons
‘Cause Hewitson is back on the bridge
There’s broken hearts yearnin’ ‘cause the Metro lies burnin’
311.11. THE D.J.
He said I love bein' in radio
Radio's the road to ride
He said I love bein' in radio
Radio's a place I can hide
I can say what I want
'Cause no one can see me
Hiding behind thin air
I can say what I want
'Cause no one can see me
Say what I want I don't care
I can say what I want
No fear of reprisal
No one can look in my eyes
I can say what I want
No fear of reprisal
Who can tell truth from lies
I can say what I want
Without facing the music
No one knows me on the street
I can say what I want
Without facing the music
I'm safe because we'll never meet
311.12. TRASH GUYS
If you want to tie-dye your gray metal matter
And screech at the drones that are laying down dead
If you want to tie-dye your gray metal matter
And bleach all the bones in your metalloid head
If you want to scratch the inside of your brain
With ferocious fang street blood metalloid rock
If you want to scratch the inside of your brain
With a blade that can sever an ax man’s block
If you want to slam with the crushers from hell
In lock jaw vice grip metalloid style
If you want to slam with the crushers from hell
Then you better tune in then sit back and smile
Call in the trash guys metal shop trash guys
Feeling the street while they’re pumping the waves
Call on the trash guys metal shop trash guys
Bleeding the meat for the metalloid slaves
311.13. THE METRO
Umbrellas on the ceiling air-brushed walls by Dave
Wheel-rim anchored tables built to party to the grave
Yellow cabs with black tops full of heels and howling hair
Chauffeuring the hot sauce to the young stuff cruising there
To the sound of pounding kick drums that drove away the pain
To the screaming of the partier who came to go insane
To the sound of pounding kick drums in the warm Vancouver rain
My friends this was the Metro in the years Salut cocaine
Lean long-legged Lisa girl how do you do
Allison oh Allison what will become of you
Bumping with the hot sauce DCF got high
Slamming back the apple drinks whilst hanging low and sly
Smiling at that shadow pigeon-hole stage right
Smiling at John Hewitson the hell-child of the night
Smiling at the good times till tears ran down my face
Three cheers for those good times at Outlaw Izzy's place
Dancers and musicians bored suburban kids
Posing in the shadows sporting tall high voltage lids
The Metro was a great place to do it your own way
The Metro was the best time when the kids all came to play
So Here's to Friday evenings that drove away the pain
Here's to all the partier who came to go insane
Here's to pounding kick drums in the warm Vancouver rain
Here's to good old Metro in the years Salut cocaine
311.14. HERE I SIT
Here I sit and eat my sandwich
Here I drink my coke
Here I sit and fix my make-up
Lighting up a smoke
Here I sit and read in silence
Here I sit and think
Here I sit and wash the glasses
Then I mix a drink
Here I sit in jeans or leather
Here where people slam
Gentle breeze or stormy weather
This is where I am
Here I sit and guard the liquor
Here I watch the schmooze
Here I sit while they get sicker
Sucking back the booze
Here I sit and pass the evening
Here amidst the thrash
Here I sit 'til 2 a.m.
And then I count the cash
Here I sit until it's over
Fighting off the men
Here I sit until tomorrow
Bye now see you then
311.15. JUST ONE MORE DRINK
Where bar life rules the street wise fools
There’s a man with a black mustache
Where blood runs thicker than bar room liquor
Somebody’s gotta count cash
He says “What’s with you people all work and no play?”
Thriving on booze and mayhem
It’s permanent party mode day after day
Eleven ‘til two a.m.
Just one more drink just one more song
How much more can I take
I don’t need the hassle when things go wrong
Will somebody give a break
Though I don’t gotta be here I still gotta be here
You never know what might go down
You can’t leave a room full of hammering drunks
In the hands of some focusless clown
Can’t wait to sit and relax in the tub
When I’m burning out seeding that till
When the night has been won and the cash is all done
That tub is a bigtime thrill
Just one more drink just one more song
I’m tired are you too blind to see
Have some respect at least have some compassion
Does anyone care about me
311.16. THE WAITRESS - THE BEST POLITICIAN
The waitress the best politician
Must work on the fly
Hail or rain or sleet or snow
Must serve do or die
Working everyone in sight
Drunk or lucky duck
Every patron has the right
It seems to press his luck
Rushing here and rushing there
Never fast enough
Sorry did I miss you sir
My but life is rough
Smoke and napkins booze and snacks
Cleaning up your mess
Well bent o’er to kiss your ass
Who lives higher stress
Smiles and feigns affection for
All those her section seats
Taking tips and fawning o’er
Each patron that she meets
Kicked and felt the butt of jokes
Patience is her name
Catering to all the blokes
Great politics her game
311.17. YOUNG GIRLS/REAL WOMEN
Young Girls thrive on attention
Young Girls strutting their stuff
Real Women drive on the tension
Real Women can't get enough
Young Girls know how to tease you
Young Girls take the abuse
Real Women know how to please you
Real Women love to seduce
Young Girls choke without headroom
Young Girls sigh "Satin sheets"
Real Women smoke in the bedroom
Real Women try all the treats
Young Girls know how to chatter
Young Girls learn how to move
Real Women know how to matter
Real Women turn on the groove
Young Girls cry when it's over
Young Girls pine for your charms
Real Women roll in the clover
Real Women smile in your arms
Young Girls sulk in the corner
Young Girls love to play games
Real Women love Jack Horner
Real Women don't have shames
311.18. THE GIRLS LOVE A GANGSTER
My shirt was white
When I started tonight
Back when I could walk a straight line
Last waltz at the ball
I’ve got no shirt at all
Must be some kind of a sign
Looked at my clothes
And she turned up her nose
Back when I could walk a straight line
Quick line of coke
And she smiles at my joke
Must be some kind of a sign
She said Pass on the hype
Boy you’re not my type
Back when I could walk a straight line
So I showed her my gun
Now my collar’s undone
Must be some kind of a sign
She turned me away
When I asked her to play
Back when I could walk a straight line
Now she’s strokin’ my thigh
With that look in her eye
Must be some kind of a sign
Oh they sneer and they pout
Cryin’ “Throw the boy out
He’s rude. He’s just gotta go.”
But pull it all out
And they squeal and they shout
The girls love a gangster you know
311.19. I GOTTA GO SOLO
Big wide smile long fluttering lash
Make up and clothes pretty free with the cash
I'll admit she looked good but I'm nobody's fool
This pristine poser was way too cool
She said
"Would you like a smoke, would you like to dance
Is your heart in the mood for a little romance
It’s not my intention to drive them away
But this wedding ring keeps the hard hitters at bay."
She said
"Playin' the hitters gives a girl the jitters
When you're seventeen and nobody knows
But you can't live forever on the end of a tether
I'm seventeen anything goes."
She said
"I gotta go solo and check out the ropes
I gotta go solo stop watchin' the soaps
I gotta go solo gotta get out and play
I gotta go solo and do it my way"
311.20. THE MONKEY
Up and down the trees
While busy swinging in the breeze
She’s a monkey now
Slash and burn
Have you seen the monkey
When she’s getting down to funky
Seen that monkey thing
Slick wet trip
Sparkle in the dark
When no one’s walking in the park
She does the monkey thing
Big wet tip
Suitors come to call
They love the monkey at the ball
She takes the red rose
On bended knee
How she loves to see
The monkeys hanging loose and free
She does her monkey thing
One two three
Sly and subtle winks
While busy pouring stiffer drinks
She loves her monkey thing
Up to here
Late night on the prowl
Where all the hardened hitters howl
She does her monkey thing
Sheds no tear
311.21. SWEET CHERRY
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Sip a little Cherry wine
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Oh Cherry so ripe and so fine
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
In the dark oh the things we find
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Oh Cherry I love your mind
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Party when I’m feelin’ fine
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
One toke over the line
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Get high on Cherry wine
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
That’s tryin’ and sighin’ and cryin’
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Oh Cherry my sweet delight
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Makin’ love makes me feel alright
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Sweet Cherry we never fight
I like to kiss a sweet Cherry
Oh Cherry so red and so ripe
Oh Cherry you treat me so good
I wanna give you my love
Oh Cherry come knock on wood
Playin’ my love gun
Oh Cherry you treat me so good
I’ll thank stars above
Oh Cherry come knock on wood
Let your rivers run
311.22. CLINGING TO A FANTASY
Her heart is frail and withered
Her heart is rudely scarred by broken ties
Her thoughts are badly scrambled
Her thoughts are the result of social lies
She seeks an ego-merger
Ego-merger to protect her from strife
Shelter from the storm a draping garment
Draping garment to protect her for life
Thriving on illusions of a future long past
Where traditions in the culture are receding too fast
She is clinging to a fantasy
Projected on the lover life presents
Clinging to a fantasy
Projected on the lover who consents
Clinging to a fantasy
She's focusless entrapped in a trance
Clinging to a fantasy
Seduced by her illusions of romance
She spots him in the shadows
In the shadows of the soft barlight
He's here to take his pleasure
Take his pleasure on this full moon night
A silent scream emerges from the chaos in her soul
I cannot find my way won't someone please take control
He smiles as she seduces him
Seduces him with little white lies
She feigns a quick submission
Quick submission to the hunger in his eyes
But he is too familiar with such objets d'art
To give himself completely in affairs of the heart
They embrace and come together
Come together in the heat of the night
They share the tender moment
Tender moment consummating the rite
But wise and too familiar with such objets d'art
He won't give himself completely in affairs of the heart
He rises in the morning
In the morning when it's time to move on
She rises in the silence
Silence cursing him until he is gone
Raging in the silence with her bubble now burst
Her lonely morning after was for certain the worst
Lights come up screen credits roll
Inside her psyche 'til the bitterest end
Its true fantasies can cheat
Whenever diamonds are a girl's best friend
A silent scream emerges from the chaos in her soul
I cannot find my way won't someone please take control
Her heart is frail and withered
Her heart is rudely scarred by broken ties
Her thoughts are badly scrambled
Her thoughts are the result of social lies
311.23. YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING
You give me something in the game we all play
Something that I've never had
You give me something in the way that you play
Something I know isn't bad
And though I know for sure I'd rather hold you than say it
If I couldn't say it I'd die
Though I know for sure I'd rather hold you than say it
If I couldn't say it I'd die
You give me something in the way that you walk
Something in the way your hips sway
You give me something in the way that you talk
Something in the things that you say
You give me something in the way that you smile
Something that's important to me
You give me something in the warmth of your smile
A promise of things that can be
Knowing you I see that I'm a fated romantic
I'm no lover with a lone star hand
Romance is of value when the world is too frantic
From the trauma of the one night stand
311.24. WHEELS
They told me that adrenaline pumpin' in my veins
Was the ultimate rush one could feel
That piece of common knowledge nearly blows out my brains
Every time I grip her leather-bound wheel
She can sing a sweet song with her aluminum rockers
Tempering the tension in my head
And I love to hear the pounding of her dual-tone Walkers
Loud enough to wake up the dead
She's lookin' so pretty that it's rubberneck city
All the way from the attention she steals
Call me chauvinistic but let’s be realistic
I'm in heaven when I'm drivin' my wheels
She's got a four forty magnum four speed plus
All the character a body could need
To challenge her authority is dangerous
You see my baby is addicted to speed
She can get a little slippery comin' off a brake stand
So good rubber is a definite must
Although I play with her gently she loves a firm hand
A lesser man would choke in her dust
If little Miss Muffet gets tired of her tuffet
We head out for an evening on the town
We go crusin' by the boys with the harmless little toys
That always turn tail and back down
When she's got a score to settle and her pedal's to the metal
You're sure to see my lady turn red
Her screamin' turbo ponies take the air out of the phonies
And smoke em' on the pavement till they're dead
There's method to her madness and savvy to her style
She grips with such a powerful clutch
She puts out for me regularly mile after mile
That's why I love her so much
It's all over but the cryin' for the beater's that are tryin'
To make a final stand before they die
When it's all said and done she is the only one
She is the apple of my eye
She's lookin' so pretty that it's rubberneck city
All the way from the attention she steals
Call me chauvinistic but let’s be realistic
I'm in heaven when I'm drivin' my wheels
311.25. IF
If I gave you a diamond as big as an apple
And bought you a ticket to Spain
Would you giggle in spite of your formal disguise
Would you talk me in out of the rain
If I wrote you a poem that tickled your fancy
With it’s rockin’ romantic refrain
Would you give me a kiss would you come and dance with me
Would you talk me in out of the rain
If I charmed you at candle lit dinners for two
And we sipped on the finest champagne
Would you curl up beside me in front of the fire
Would you talk me in out of the rain
If I offered my hand with my gentlest touch
If I smiled as I called you my friend
Would you know that I’ll always be here if you need me
For now and right through ‘til the end
311.26. COME, TAKE WHAT YOU NEED
Come, take what you need
It's you I wait here for
Life goes by so quickly
We're not here forevermore
Trust and do not be afraid
Walk through the open door
Come, take what you need
Just don't empty out the store
To be "in love" at your age
Is the normal thing to do
But when it blocks your self-expression
Tension's hard on you
There's much I'd like to share with you
There's much I'd like to give
That's why I am a writer
It helps my heart to live
If you want reactions
We can have a psychic war
But nothing gets accomplished
And our hearts will both be sore
I did not come to interfere
I did not come to tease
And when I write I write the truth
Whatever my heart sees
Of all the many poems I wrote
Inspired in me by you
Every one is genuine
And every one is true
They're true as far as they reflect
What I perceive in you
But as I do not know you well
They may not all be "TRUE"
Your heart in truth is sensitive
I've seen that from the start
And though your figure's lovely
It pales next to your heart
You heart in truth is sensitive
When treated right it's "TRUE"
That's why I wait so patiently
Upon the "real you"
It's not that I don't have
A million other things to do
But patience is the gift
That I am offering to you
As love reflects the patience
In commitment between friends
Love grows out of the urge
To stay committed to the end
We're not so different you and I
Our selves both hide inside
But we are not incompetent
We're thinking as we hide
Remember you are not alone
It's you I wait here for
So come take what you need
Just don't empty out the store
Come, take what you need
It's you I wait here for
Life goes by so quickly
We're not here forevermore
Trust and do not be afraid
Walk through the open door
Come, take what you need
Just don’t empty out the store
311.27. THE SECRET SPACE PLACE
With their shields well anchored
Their foils well placed
Two silver tongued Librans well armed for the race
Are off on their voyage to the secret space place
Now the secret space place of the psychic diviner
Is quite out in the open in full public view
Yet the secret space place of the psychic diviner
Is found in the heart of a paradox true
Now the secret space place of the psychic diviner
Is near yet beyond below yet above
The secret space place of the psychic diviner
Is forever revealing the secrets of love
The secret space is a mystical place
And it smiles at your now confused questioning face
The secret space place is a world full of grace
Where spirits find love in the thrill of the chase
311.28. THE SOFTEST PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE
Where is the softest place in the universe
Where is it
Do you know
The softest place in the universe
Is there where time moves slow
The softest place in the universe
Is there where passions grow
The softest place in the universe
Is there where spirits glow
The softest place in the universe
Is there where lovers go
311.29. THE WOOD OF MOROIS
The dark shadows lengthen
My sadness they hide
Veiling Veiling Veiling
All of the tears I cried
Deep mist once the captor
Where terrors abound
Now banished has vanished
This wood is safe ground
The nightingale sings
To stars above
To stars above
Crying Crying
We die without love
The tempest with thunder
Does roll like a drum
Trailing Trailing Trailing
It will flee when you come
The full moon is rising
It swells in my breast
Crying Crying
Give passion no rest
The nightingale sings her
Long haunting sweet song
Long haunting sweet song
Come take me and love me
I'm yours until dawn
311.30. DEMURE / DEMURE
Demure demure the illusion of pure
On a chalk white and chiseled stone face
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Is a tactic for fencing ones space
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Hand in hand with a glass of dry wine
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Is a tool of the cultures design
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Concealing a heart that is mean
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Is the charlatans favorite screen
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Can’t forever maintain it’s stone face
Demure demure the illusion of pure
Is assured to relinquish it’s place
311.31. SHE'LL SMILE
She'll smile so politely at the things that you say
She'll seductively giggle when she's ready to play
But in her eyes you are just one more dragon to slay
And she'll knife you in the gut
Before she turns and walks away
Not because she's evil or by nature unkind
Not because she's wicked or emotionally blind
Just because inside her heart she's longing to be heard
You see she's never been loved in the true sense of the word
And though trusting is acceptance of real love when it is shown
Trusting is a risk when you're afraid and all alone
Though trusting means accepting real love when it is shown
Trusting is a risk when your best cover has been blown
So she'll smile at you politely at the things that you say
She'll seductively giggle at the games you could play
But in her eyes you are just one more dragon to slay
And she'll cut you to the quick
Before she turns and walks away
311.32. YOU CANNOT BEAT A LOVING MAN
She took the HI FI stereo
She took the old TV
She took the rosewood furniture
And crystal vases three
She took the two Picasso’s
She cashed the RSP
She took the gold deposits
And the safe deposit key
She took the plants and flowers
She took the rubber tree
She took the tapes and records
And she took the new CD
She took the iron skillet
She took the stove brand new
She took the shower curtain
And the toilet paper too
She took the furs and diamonds
She took the cars and cash
She took him to the cleaners
Then she took off in a flash
He watched her as she drove away
He watched her disappear
He watched her and he cried out loud
Though no one else could hear
You cannot beat a loving man
I’ve heard that talked around
Still it is true for some that
You can surely beat him down
You cannot beat a loving man
Who’s not afraid to lose
In the spirit of acceptance
It is her right to choose
311.33. THE BOOM-CHILD
There where the spirit of melody sings
There where the rhythm of the big band swings
There in the shadows of the back-stage wings
Stands a post-war lone love-child
Faced with the challenge of life in a ruthless world
There where they eat up the new B3
There where the race riot bullets fly free
There where the great Motown she be
Stands a young man undefiled
Faced with the challenge of living in a ruthless world
There where they live out social roles
There where they sport their ermine stoles
There where tradition does guide their goals
Stands a husband meek and mild
Faced with the challenge of giving in a ruthless world
Val-lee Val-lee was his red-hot lover
In the days when he ran wild
Val-lee Val-lee was his red-hot lover
Val-lee was the friend with whom he had a child
There where speed gives careers a boost
There where the killer cocaine is loosed
There where the ego can rule the roost
Stands a rebel eyes of wild
Faced with the challenge of power in a ruthless world
There where pride goes before the fall
There where the devil does come to call
There where the egotist hits the wall
Lies a hero so reviled
Crushed by greed and lust in a ruthless world
Where is he now does anyone know
Does he still exist did he die from blow
Where is the seasoned home-town pro
Who was by fame beguiled
'Til he fell from the highest tower in a ruthless world
Here where the east and the west engage
Here where the tall crane sets the stage
Here where humanity comes of age
Out of time in a ruthless world
Here stands the boom-child so self-styled
Ready for the challenge of living in a ruthless world
Ready for the challenge of giving in a ruthless world
Ready for the challenge of loving in a ruthless world
Ready for the challenge of power in a ruthless world
For the challenge of power is to love in a ruthless world
311.34. TIME ROLLS ON
Did you think life would last for ever
Everyone told you now never say never
We’re all together yet we live our lives alone
Love never fades but romance passes
Think of the humans in all of their masses
Some are alive but others are cold as a stone
And time rolls on and you are but a shadow
And time rolls on people are born then they die
And time rolls on so many questions no answers
And time rolls on with everyone asking why
Find you a place and then dry your tears
Find you some space and let go your fears
One day your heart will be happy it isn’t so bad
Remember your friends think of them often
Enjoy romance and your heart will soften
Be like the children and smile at the good times you had
311.36. DO IT
If you’re gonna do it then you better get to it
Pull out the stops and move in for the kill
When you’re ready to stand up stand up and be counted
It happens you know now and then
It’s not so much a matter of whether or not
It’s more like a matter of when.
You can wait for a symbol you can wait for a sign
You can wait for your prophet to call
But don’t wait forever if the reaper comes knockin’
Then it won’t matter at all
You can wait on your devil you can wait on your God
You can wait for the sky to fall
But don’t wait forever if the hammer comes down
Then it won’t matter at all
You can wait on your lover you can wait on a friend
You can wait on them one and all
But don’t wait forever if your ride leaves early
Then it won’t matter at all
So do it do it do it do it just for the thrill
Never mind waiting around
Do it do it do it do it just for the thrill
And smile when your feet hit the ground
311.37. ROCK WITH YOUR BACK TO THE WIND
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll and you will never fade
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll I swear you’ve got it made
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll and you will never fade
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll I swear you’ve got it made
Once on a lonely darkened path
With never a soul in sight
Once on a lonely darkened path
In the deep and dead of night
Once on a darkened lonely path
When my eyes were blind of sight
Once on a darkened lonely path
I came upon a light
It told me
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll and you will never fade
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll I swear you’ve got it made
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll and you will never fade
Rock with your back to the wind boy
There in the shadows stood a man
With hair as white as snow
There in the shadows stood a man
His legs were bent like a bow
There in the shadows stood a man
With pretty maids all in a row
There in the shadows stood a man
Who said to me I know
That if you
Once in a rowdy surging in time
When the left of center wailed
Once in a rowdy surging in time
When hippie songs were hailed
Once in a rowdy surging in time
Young students were assailed
Once in a rowdy surging in time
Establishment prevailed
But I say
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll and you will never fade
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll I swear you’ve got it made
Rock with your back to the wind boy
Roll and you will never fade
Rock with your back to the wind boy
311.38. THE LANDING
I feel like I'm coming back in
For a landing
Feel like I'm coming back home
I feel like I'm coming back in
For a landing
It's nice to come home
From wherever you roam
I feel like I'm coming back in
For a landing
Here now know what I mean
I feel like I'm coming back in
For a landing
I can't believe
Can't believe what I've seen
I feel like I'm coming back in
For a landing
Wonder how long I've been gone
I feel like I'm coming back in
For a landing
Funny how everything
Just
Rolls
On
311.39 TRIBUTE TO GAR GILLES
Can you build me an amp with a silver-sweet sound
Can you build me an amp for a Rock 'n Roll hound
Can you build me an amp I can play in the bar
Can you build me an amp that will make me a star
He said I'll build you an amp that'll rock your socks
I will build you an amp that will clean your clocks
I will build you an amp you can play all day
'Til the clip in the overdrive blows you away
Just hand me a holy heart Hammond transformer
Dig up some AX7
Then fetch me two sacred soul 6L6's
Resurrected from Rock 'n Roll heaven
Gimme a week on that old back bench
No . . . gimme a week and a day
Four p.m. Saturday afternoon
You can drop by and take her away
I have been solderin' circuits for 40 odd years
That's a whole generation of toys
I have been strung on speed wired hammered and stoned
Hell bent on sweet sine-wave noise
I will be rappin' and squeakin' twistin' and tweakin'
Dual diodes and dials all night
I will be stretchin' out my spankin' new pair of suspenders
But trust me I will get it right
You can stack it on top of a pair of 4x12's
A traditional slant and a square
To hell with the stylist tie your head to those bottoms
She's a guaranteed curler of hair
So call up Bad Burton and the rest of his boys
Call Timmy and Randy and Fred
God rest the soul of the great Pete Traynor
When you check out this 60 watt head
You asked about girls there were too many to mention
Who told you that the good die young
I treated those ladies with the best of intention
Did my beauty 'til my duty was done
Yes it's true I could have festered on that old age pension
But I'm a stubborn old son of a gun
Until the good Lord takes me to another dimension
I'll be wired here having fun
311.40. HE PLAYS SO LIGHTLY
He plays so lightly afloat on the keys
With a frown intense like the bend in his knees
And the violin wails like the wind in the trees
Like waves on the seas like stings of the bees
He plays so lightly and wanders far
From his haven home and his darkest hour
You can see his face like a steely bar
Like a shining star like old Navarre
He plays so lightly over there
And everyone listens glued to a chair
It's a merry-go-round of rides at the fair
For the juggler's act in the carnival square
He plays so lightly laughs and smiles
While the sand in the glass away it whiles
The time wheel spins its endless styles
As the sunset fades for golden miles
He plays so lightly chiseled tine
A crystal glass of ruby wine
A marble cast a secret sign
An icon past his youthful prime
He plays so lightly serious one
A soul outcast yet prodigal son
His heart now quiet by silence won
Has paid the cost the song is done
311.41. CRYSTAL CITY
In the Crystal City the tourist is welcome
The tourist who glows in the friendly lamp light
In the Crystal City the tourist is welcome
The tourist whose smile lights the room each night
In the Crystal City the beggar is welcome
The beggar most humble who comes to bring peace
In the Crystal City the beggar is welcome
The beggar whose presence provides welcome release
In the Crystal City the artist is welcome
The artist who lives to create not destroy
In the Crystal City the artist is welcome
The artist whose talents is for all to enjoy
In the Crystal City all people are welcome
People whose gifts are for all to enjoy
In the Crystal City all people are welcome
Every man every woman every girl every boy
This name we call strife he’s learned well how to say it
Let him say it in the spirit of give and forgive
This game we call life he’s learned well how to play it
Let him play it in spirit of live and let live
312 Emotions and Virtues
312.1. THE PRINCIPLE OF FEELING
I’m sorry I can’t join you
So do what you must do
You see I have my principles
That I must live by too
I used to have these principles
I used them to protect
My fearful fragile ego
Quite devoid of self-respect
Receding in the shadows
If the party got too loud
I often said No thank you
When asked to join the crowd
Then one night in a public room
When I was quite relaxed
I met a striking woman
And my principles she taxed
We spoke I felt a something
That was very strange to me
That something was the feeling
Of her bio-chemistry
It stopped my mental process
The mind’s internal talk
To me an abstract thinker
This indeed was quite a shock
The feeling was so strong
It was a threat to self-control
So I tried to stop the feeling
And protect my social role
I sat in solemn silence
As I watched the lady move
Distracted by ambivalence
I floundered in its groove
I watched her oh I checked her out
From head down to her toes
I wrote her several poems
And a truthful piece of prose
I thought and felt about this girl
All things from pride to shame
Imagining all scenes
From bland obscurity to fame
And I wrote down something else
But kept it well concealed
For later days when secrets
Will be openly revealed
The process took me eighteen months
Until one and the same
To feel became the principle
My anxious mind to tame
312.2. EMOTIONAL TENSION
Emotional tension is a double-edged sword
It's this tension that makes people tick
But check out the tension of the maddening horde
It's this tension that makes people sick
It's emotional tension that can start the brain thinking
When experience comes chasing the soul
It's emotional tension that can start the soul drinking
If the stimulus gets out of control
It's emotional tension that can flip a soul over
Into astral planes to hide from a threat
It's emotional tension that the expert says drove her
To the madness of her murder mind-set
It's emotional tension that can start the heart jumping
When you're boiling in her arms every night
Emotional tension gets adrenaline pumping
When you're spoiling for the heat of the fight
It's emotional tension that guides hands in the gloves
Of boxers tutored for the big screen date
It's emotional tension in the conquest of love
That keeps the genders motivated to mate
Emotional tension is a double-edged sword
It's this tension that makes people tick
Just check out the tension of the maddening horde
It's this tension that makes some people sick
312.3. ANGER
If circuits get jammed with emotional tension
And your focus gets trapped in the past
If circuits get jammed with emotional tension
Anger will clean them out fast
Anger is a way of getting back to the present
Anger is a cleanser for hurt
You get hurt and then you get angry
Oh well that’ll teach you to flirt
Anger isn’t bad it’s just another emotion
Anger my friend is no crime
Anger isn’t bad it’s just another emotion
And like any emotion anger passes with time
312.4. JEALOUSY
I saw you walkin' with your boyfriend
I knew what jealousy was
I felt some raw anxious tension
I know what jealousy does
It is true I saw you
Couldn't tell wrong from right
Didn't wish for another
It was love at first sight
I saw you walkin' with your boyfriend
I knew what jealousy was
It is true I am older
So much older than you
Everyone tells me
I should be wiser too
I saw you walkin' with your boyfriend
I know what jealousy does
It is true that I want you
But I can't have you right now
Oh the things that you do
Have got inside me somehow
I saw you walkin' with your boyfriend
I know what jealousy does
I will watch over you even though I may be
Never more than a touchstone for the wild and free
And this jealousy thing it will recede on the wings of a dove
This jealousy thing it will concede to the power of love
312.5. ARROGANCE
Arrogance friends is a relative term
A fools misperception at best
Arrogance friends is a relative term
Fools see what they want to ignoring the rest
Arrogance stands as a voyeurs label
A voyeur of low self esteem
Who measures himself against self-defined souls
That live their own personal dream
The man they call arrogant often takes pride
In the natural things that he does
In spite of the jealous who love to insist
How arrogant that man was
The man they call arrogant patiently waits
On the stunted emotional elves
Until in their jealousy they are exposed
As mean minded and hungering selves
Arrogance friends is a relative term
A fools misperception at best
Arrogance friends is a relative term
Fools see what they want to ignoring the rest
312.6. SADNESS
Sadness is a funny thing now isn’t that a paradox
Sadness is a funny thing to those who know the truth
Sadness is a funny thing that positively shocks me
When I muse about my sojourn through a long and lonely youth
Sadness is a feeling that can drain one of emotion
And put to sleep the soul that was once eager and awake
Sadness is a feeling that can drain one of emotion
And leave behind a trail of misperceptions in the wake
Sadness has a quality that slows the mental process
By focusing on helplessness by focusing on strife
Sadness has a quality that slows the mental process
Causing one to reassess ones attitude to life
Sadness helps to level off the peaks in ones emotion
Whenever sadness counters the most grandiose of joy
Sadness helps to level off the peaks of ones emotion
Whenever sadness surfaces its power to employ
As things are always as they should be God makes no mistakes
As truth is all encompassing devoid of lucky breaks
As sadness is emotional and God makes no mistakes
Sadness is just one more liberty a human takes
312.7. PATIENCE
Patience is the virtue
Of those who stand and wait
Patience is the virtue
Of those who will not hate
As patience is the virtue
That protects collective fate
Patience is the virtue
Of a stable social state
Patience is the virtue
When honest hearts are few
Patience is the virtue
That helps our dreams come true
Though patience is a virtue
Like good wine drawn from the flask
Patience is the virtue
That grew sweeter in the cask
As patience issues toast the souls
Who strip the public's mask
I'd love to state my viewpoint
But I'll wait until they ask
312.8. HUMILITY
True hearts won't forfeit humility
Humility is their pure spirit's best friend
True hearts won't forfeit humility
Humility keeps their hearts true to the end
Humility counters emotional tension
The heart that is humble has overcome fear
Humility counters emotional tension
The heart that is humble is sure to see clear
Humility keeps one's perspective in balance
The heart that is humble is sure to stay pure
Humility keeps one's perspective in balance
The heart that is humble reflects true demure
True hearts won't forfeit humility
Humility is their pure spirit's best friend
True hearts won't forfeit humility
Humility keeps their hearts true to the end
312.9. RESPECT
Respect means perceiving ones latent uniqueness
With all of it’s natural beauty untold
Respect means perceiving ones latent uniqueness
And coaxing that “self” to emerge and unfold
Respect means to nurture ones latent uniqueness
Not shackle ones heart with constrictive control
Respect means to nurture ones latent uniqueness
So one can emerge from the depths of ones soul
Respect means accepting ones growing uniqueness
By taking the time to stop and reflect
Respect means accepting ones growing uniqueness
Acceptance of self is the key to respect
Respect means accepting the difference between us
You in your image I in my own
Respect means accepting the difference between us
Until we can smile and say “My how we’ve grown”
312.10. INTEGRITY
She said
You only need to wish and dream
With full integrity
To summon up the Merlin
Who will speak of destiny
Seek him with integrity
For sure he will be near
Conjure him with honesty
For sure he will appear
Use your own integrity
Of thought word and deed
To charm with grace
The destined future life you will lead
Harness your integrity
And use it as a shield
To keep you from the
Wildly swinging knives that they will weld
312.11. LAUGHTER
Is your head in a war zone your heart with a liar
Laughter will save you from enemy fire
Enemy fire unaccepting and fierce
Enemy fire that is aiming to pierce
Is your head on a platter your heart on a skewer
Laughter my friend is a natural cure
A natural cure for psychic disease
A natural cure that is aiming to please
Is your head in the future your heart in the past
Laughter will save you from dies that were cast
Dies that were cast to entrap and ensnare
Dies that were cast that said, “Stop who goes there?”
312.12. EMOTIONAL PATTERNS
Emotional patterns attract and repel
Creating a dance we all come to know well
Sometimes we’re in heaven sometimes we’re in hell
As emotional patterns attract and repel
Emotional patterns attract and repel
Providing solutions and problems to solve
Providing dynamics for souls to evolve
Providing salvation our sins to absolve
Emotional patterns attract and repel
As the universe seeks to unfold and expand
As lovers in love walk hand in hand
‘Til the challenging fighter makes his stand
Emotional patterns attract and repel
Producing sensations that cut like a knife
Sustaining each spirit in moments of strife
Committing each spirit to live it’s own life
Emotional patterns attract and repel
Creating a dance we all come to know well
Sometimes we’re in heaven sometimes we’re in hell
As emotional patterns attract and repel
312.13. JEALOUSY AND APATHY
Though lovers are fickle they come and they go
Their spirits get angry when tossed to and fro
Don't fool with a man who is shaking his fist
Your face could be kissed by a twist of his wrist
That fist is sustained by an unforeseen tryst
By the keeper of hell that fist has been kissed.
Though jealousy can preside as the emotion
That binds the two spirits in spite of it all
Apathy overrides all the devotion
When hearts have been maxed by the strain of it all
Don't fool with a man who's got nothin' to lose
Especially when he's not crying the blues
When there's nothin' to lose and you ask him to choose
There's no cryin' the blues ‘cause there's nothin' to lose
Though jealousy can preside as the emotion
That binds the two spirits in spite of it all
Apathy overrides all the devotion
When hearts have been maxed by the strain of it all
'Cause when there's just nothin’ nothin' at all
There's nothin' to name so there's no name to call
The void that succeeds the emotional squall
Nothin' I call it not even fuck-all
Though lovers are fickle they come and they go
Their spirits get angry when tossed to and fro
Though jealousy can preside as the emotion
That binds the two spirits in spite of it all
Apathy overrides all the devotion
When hearts have been maxed by the strain of it all
312.15. YOU CAN WALK AWAY
You can walk away and wear your heart out on your sleeve
You can say good bye my friend but you can never leave
You can walk away from me to gain some small reprieve
You can say good bye my friend,but you can never leave
Attachments intellectual short change true counterparts
If attachments intellectual by pass their tender hearts
Attachments intellectual may entertain the mind
But unsecured attachments will be quickly left behind
Attachments purely sexual short change true counterparts
If those attachments sexual by pass their tender hearts
Attachments purely sexual can be the best of fun
But unsecured attachments are quite sure to come undone
It's emotion in attachments that binds true counterparts
When emotion permeating has infused their tender hearts
Emotional attachments motivate the human race
Emotional attachments fuel the world of time and space
You can walk away and wear your heart out on your sleeve
You can say good bye my friend but you can never leave
You can walk away from me to gain some small reprieve
You can say good bye my friend but you can never leave
312.16. POWER
Power is a blessing and a curse on the souls
Who would hide behind religious facades
Some will abuse it some won’t abuse it
That’s the difference between devils and Gods
Power is a weapon when it’s given to fools
Who through politics are quickly defiled
Why place a gun in the volatile hands
Of an immature unstable child
Somewhere in the spectrum from virgin to whore
In every good man of the hour
Somewhere in the open yet behind a closed door
Lies the secret source of personal power
Emotional gravity hour after hour
Keeps the universe in balance on course
Therefore nothing is immoral save abuse of power
Of gravity’s emotional Force
Power is a concept that lives in a man’s mind
And creates from a perpetual dream
Power can bless or it can curse a man blind
Depending on that man’s self-esteem
Power is a tool to be used with discretion
When mending life’s emotional rifts
In benevolent hands of true self-realized spirits
Power is the greatest of gifts
Somewhere twixt the devil and the deep blue sea
Lies the secret source of personal power
This source of emotion provides food for the soul
And nurtures every spiritual flower
Emotional gravity hour after hour
Keeps the universe in balance on course
Therefore nothing is immoral save abuse of power
Of gravity’s emotional Force
You can live in a world with abuses of power
Where it’s normal to cheat and to lie
But you’ll starve if you kill off every spiritual flower
You see a lonely world is destined to die
If you live in a world with respect for this power
Then spirits will take root and grow
And you’ll have a world that supports every flower
No matter which way the winds blow
Somewhere in the broken heart of mass human kind
Is a spark that will soon burst into flame
Come quick to yourself be at ease in your mind
Learn to savour your own personal fame
Emotional gravity hour after hour
Keeps the universe in balance on course
Therefore nothing is immoral save abuse of power
Of gravity’s emotional Force
312.17. FORGIVE ME FEELINGS MATTER MORE
Forgive me for my prejudice
In falsehoods I was schooled
Forgive my blinded teachers
For in ignorance they ruled
Think about it people
When you’re evening the score
Principles do matter
But feelings matter more
Think about it people
When you’re walking out the door
Principles do matter
But feelings matter more
Think about it people
When you’re facing what’s in store
Principles do matter
But feelings matter more
312.18. THE PRINCIPLES
Though the rational principle schools
The emotional principle rules
One feels before one thinks
Even if only at an unconscious level
312.19. IF YOU LOVE
If you hate with your emotional tension
If your goal is to cheat and malign
If you hate with your emotional tension
When you’re sixty you’ll be ninety-nine
If you kill with your emotional tension
If your goal is to generate strife
If you kill with your emotional tension
Say goodbye to your own worthless life
If you build with your emotional tension
A world full of joy full of grace
If you build with your emotional tension
You’ll soon wear a smile on your face
If you love with your emotional tension
That world full of blue full of green
If you love with your emotional tension
When you’re sixty you’ll still be sixteen
312.20. SENSUALITY
Sensuality graces it isn't a sin
Sensuality coaxes 'til spirits give in
When they shine with its essence without and within
Sensuality graces it isn't a sin
Sensuality graces the gentlest flower
When it's gently caressed by a warm spring shower
Sensuality graces with colour and style
Your passionate eyes and your subtlest smile
Sensuality graces the beauty of life
Enhancing the love and diminishing strife
Sensuality graces your sensitive touch
Never too little and never too much
Sensuality urging the passionate cries
Of lovers seducing each other's disguise
Gives birth to the halo that hovers above
The two lovers engaging in physical love
Sensuality graces it isn't a sin
Sensuality coaxes 'til spirits give in
When they shine with its essence without and within
Sensuality graces it isn't a sin
312.21. LET THERE BE PASSION
Passion preceding succeeding the math
Sustains every soul on its spiritual path
Let there be passion
That life may exist
Let there be passion
That none may resist
Let there be passion
To keep our hearts warm
Let there be passion
To give our hearts form
Let there be passion
On passion life thrives
Let there be passion
To strengthen our lives
Let there be passion
That none may resist
Let there be passion
That life may persist
Passion preceding succeeding the math
Sustains every soul on its spiritual path
312.22. LOVE, MY LOVE
Love my love is passion
The youthful lover cries
Love my love is passion
Despite heartaches despite lies
Having offered his commitment
More than passion or its fates
Upon the blooming maiden
The patient suitor waits
312.23. PASSION AND COMMITMENT
I can see that you believe love is passion
I can see by the light in your eyes
I accept that you believe love is passion
With all of its heartaches and lies
I know that you're clever but I'm not a god
Passion's a double-edged sword
Slip of the tongue in a moment of passion
And the best of lovers are gored
I wish you could see you in all of your beauty
For all of the women I knew
Intelligent sweet with a strong sense of duty
They don't hold a candle to you
I accept all your posing and teasing
Testing the water is fun
But sooner or later love needs a commitment
For wars of the soul to be won
Yes I believe love is commitment
It survives where passion dies
Yes I believe love is commitment
Through commitment the spirit grows wise
I accept that you think that I'm too old
O'er the hill down the drain and done
But maybe it's you that don't got it together
Maybe it's you that's too young
312.24. WHY
Why does the dove cry
Why does the night sigh
Why do I always lie dreaming of you
Why does the wind blow
Why does the moon glow
Why do I always cry weeping for you
Is there a heaven I'm at sixes and sevens
Head over heels in a love that's blue
Why do you call me
If you won't see me
Why do you call me then say we're through
Why do you call me
If you won't see me
What is a poor man supposed to do
Why did you tell me
You'd never leave me
Why did you say that our love was true
Why did you send me
Who's gonna mend me
Now that my aching heart is breaking in two
312.25. LOVE GOES ROUND AND ROUND
That’s just how love goes round and round
I looked at her and she looked at me
With eyes as wide as the deep blue sea
I stared at the ground, turned my face from the wind
I shivered inside while the gray sky grinned
She whispered goodbye and she drove away
When it’s all been said there’s nothin’ to say
That’s just how love goes round and round
I remembered the rides and the carnival games
I remembered the prides and I remembered the shames
I smiled and I laughed at the fun we had
‘Til even the worst didn’t seem so bad
You soon lose count of the tears you cry
‘Cause there isn’t an answer to the question why
That’s just how love goes round and round
Birds are singin’ in the skies above
Somewhere lovers are fallin’ in love
Hearts will be broken and hearts will mend
Mountains will crumble and rivers will bend
But the sun will shine on the spirit that’s true
Whether that’s me or whether that’s you
That’s just how love goes round and round
312.26. I CAN FEEL YOUR LOVE
You don't have to talk with me to show me that you love me
You don't have to talk with me or know the reason why
You don't have to walk with me to show me that you love me
You don't have to walk with me or know the reason why
I can feel your love my friend whenever you think of me
True love flies like an arrow from the honest archers eye
I can feel your love my friend whenever you think of me
True love can't miss the target that it seeks to beautify
You don't have to flatter me to show me that you love me
You don't have to flatter me or know the reason why
You don't have to sleep with me to show me that you love me
You don't have to sleep with me or know the reason why
I can feel your love my friend whenever you think of me
True love flies like an arrow from the honest archers eye
I can feel your love my friend whenever you think of me
True love can't miss the target that it seeks to beautify
You don't have to laugh with me to show me that you love me
You don't have to laugh with me or know the reason why
You don't have to cry with me to show me that you love me
You don't have to cry with me or know the reason why
I can feel your love my friend whenever you think of me
True love flies like an arrow from the honest archers eye
I can feel your love my friend whenever you think of me
True love can't miss the target that it seeks to beautify
312.27. THE ART OF LOVING
Don’t be afraid to take risks with your heart
I’ll stay here beside you you won’t fall apart
You have been blessed with good looks and your smart
So don’t be afraid to take risks with your heart
Living living the learned art of loving
Giving of yourself of what you can afford
Living living the learned art of loving
Means accepting the gifts that return to reward
Don’t be afraid to let others love you
We are impressed with the things that you do
You can give love that is honest and true
So don’t be afraid to let others love you
Don’t be afraid to give love from your soul
Growth is achieved by forfeiting control
You give good love and your spirit is whole
So don’t be afraid to give love from your soul
Living living the learned art of loving
Giving of yourself of what you can afford
Living living the learned art of loving
Means accepting the gifts that return to reward
312.28. BECAUSE MY PARENTS LOVED ME
Because My Parents Loved Me
I can empathize with you
Because My Parents Loved Me
I can ask the question WHY
Because My Parents Loved Me
I can write and play and sing
Because My Parents Loved Me
I imagine and create
Because My Parents Loved Me
I have choices to pursue
Because My Parents Loved Me
I am not afraid to try
Because My Parents Loved Me
I can do most anything
Because My Parents Loved Me
I can stand and face my fate
312.29. THERE'S ONLY LOVE
There is no time
There is no space
There is nowhere
Outside this place
There is no slow
There is no fast
There is no future
There's no past
There's no below
And no above
In truth my friend
There's only love
312.30. LOVE KNOWN BUT NEVER SPOKEN
I am too old to run away
I’m not to old to play
Better late than never
You know that’s what they say
It must be true
That love is true
Where love is not a token
True tribute to that truth
Is that it’s known
But never spoken
312.31. LOVE IS BLIND
Whoever stated "Love is Blind"
Is in error
Love is not blind
That's why it is Love
4 How ‘Bout A Song For The Girls
400 How ‘Bout A Song For The Girls
400. HOW 'BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
400.1. MATTHEW 10:35
For I am come to set a man at variance with his father
And the daughter against her mother
And the daughter in law against her mother in law
400.2. HOW BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
Attention I love I’m always wanting more
I can't get enough most guys are such a bore
I miss you so when you walk out the door
With you I feel things I've never felt before
Hearts will get warm now that her fear is gone
Bodies will sweat because the heat is on
The kill's a hollow win but the pursuit is fun
With a little more luck you’ll be her number one
Better whisper sweet nothings
And keeps turning her on
She's a snuggly girl
Check out that smile see the stars in her eyes
She's a snuggly girl
Ready and willing to handle the guys
400.3. HOW BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
She doesn’t think that he really loves you
She’s concerned because you’re acting so shy
There’ll be no second for this silly romance
So she says but she can’t explain why
400.4. HOW BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
I told you so I told you so
You let him use you
I told you so I told you so
You played the flirt
I told you so I told you so
You didn't listen
I told you so I told you so
And now you're hurt
I’ll tell you once I’ll tell you twice
You better follow my advice
Never trust a man whose riding in a black sedan
Don't let him fool you use him if you can
I told you so I told you so
You were blinded
I told you so I told you so
You let him win
I told you so I told you so
You let him trick you
I told you so I told you so
Why did you give in
I'll tell you once I’ll tell you twice
You better follow my advice
Never trust a man whose riding in a black sedan
Don't let him fool you use him if you can
400.5. HOW BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
Your body let go though her voice had said no
The pain tore a hole in your heart
You ran back to mother for the strength to recover
And she whispered ”This is only the start”
He's just a typical man you know they don't give a damn
They all treat you like an old leather coat
Her mistaken conceptions have been full of deceptions
As you read the last letter he wrote
400.6. HOW BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
I'll never forget you and I never want to let you go
I love our quiet moments in the evening when the sun sets low
I'm happy that you gave me a chance so I could let it show
I need your gentle ways and soft warm rays
Of the lovelight that glows in your heart
Forgive and forget if we can't it's a shame
Communication is the name of the game
Leave it all behind us remember that I'm still your friend
Oh babe
Until the end
Your best friend
I’ll never forget you and I never want to let you go
I love our quiet moments in the evening when the sun sets low
I'm happy that you gave me a chance so I could let it show
I need your gentle ways and soft warm rays
Of the lovelight that glows in your heart
400.7. HOW BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
The things that your mother would tell you
Are they really for better or worse
If her truth was your lie and her lie was your truth
If a life could be lived in reverse
You always believed her to do so relieved her
You followed her word until when
For all of her sayings and lectures and prayings
You knew she never really understood men
401. HOW 'BOUT A SONG FOR THE GIRLS
Remember the story that your mother would tell you
'Bout the princess who was saved by the knight
It all seemed so real that you started to feel
As though everything she said was right
Well I'll write you a poem I’ll sing you a song
A ballad to make your heart warm
Of love and romance about learning to dance
On a stage where we all must perform
Away with the songs about booze and bombs
Take a look at those curves and curls
Enough of the tunes from the macho hearts
How 'bout a song for the girls
402. MOMMY SAYS
Ladies must be dainty when they're dining
Brush your teeth each day to keep them shining
I will not put up with all this whining
These are things my mommy always says
I guess my mommy loves me she told me so
She tells me all the things that I'm supposed to know
I want to hold her close and never let her go
My mommy says she'll always be my friend
Teddy stands on guard when I'm asleep in bed
To save me from the beasties that are in my head
If I'm not good they'll get me so my mommy said
I wonder if my mommy ever lies
I guess my mommy loves me she told me so
She tells me all the things that I'm supposed to know
I want to hold her close and never let her go
My mommy says she'll always be my friend
How I wish that I could have a brother
Mommy says to get one I must love her
She says I can't have one without the other
I asked her why she wouldn't tell me why
I guess my mommy loves me she told me so
She tells me all the things that I'm supposed to know
I want to hold her close and never let her go
My mommy says she'll always be my friend
403. TURN YOUR STEREO DOWN
We've both entered the field of the battle
It's all or nothing in this combat zone
I'm gonna fight with the wits of a mother
You're gonna fight on your own
I'm controlling your father so he can't choose a winner
That's the way it has to be done
I make the rules that you're going to follow
I'll teach you how wars can be won
Kisses caresses and pretty pink dresses
Mean safety in a world full of fools
Don't push me too far don't question too hard
In your attempts to make sense of my rules
Pick up your toys and don't fight with the boys
Treat your mother with total respect
You promised to love her so she got you a brother
That's how you learned about cause and effect
Turn your stereo down and don't act like a fool
Turn your stereo down you're my favorite jewel
Turn your stereo down learn to dance to my tune
Turn your stereo down don't complain I'm immune
404. MOTHER
Dressed you so nice and gave you lots of advice
On "when dating" what a woman should feel
As you grew older and boys became bolder
You thought your virtue was what they would steal
Blind dates and shows always ended in blows
They wouldn't keep their hands off the goods
'Till that cool looking guy saw desire in your eye
And tried to take you for a walk in the woods
405. THE SNUGGLY GIRL
Those innocent girls they’re not so rare
Don't says it's in vain ‘til you've looked everywhere
With a pretty coy smile ribbons in her hair
She's flashin' her lashes standing over there
It's so sick it’s so boring working here all day
A regular hassle for which I get no pay
My boss is a jerk that’s all I can say
Are you thinkin' dirty when you look my way
She's ready to happen
Her potential is high
She's a snuggly girl
Check out that smile see the stars in her eyes
She's a snuggly girl
Lovin' her freedom she's got no close ties
Would you like some tea I’m glad you came today
It's sweeter with sugar than without they say
I think you're so cool please don't go away
Are you still thinkin' dirty when you look my way
If you asked her to come for lunch when she gets through
Would she say "That sounds nice" or would she laugh at you
You better be ready if her love is true
She'll let you know just what she wants to do
You want to hold her and squeeze her
And do things to please her
She's a snuggly girl
Check out that smile see the stars in her eyes
She's a snuggly girl
She keeps all your secrets and tells no lies
406. TURN YOUR STEREO DOWN (con’t)
Mother you never showed me
How to live in a world that is real
I’m a phony photo-copy production
Of some unrealistic ideal
You never gave me a reason
Confusion rules in my head
I’m a victim of unfair domination
And I don’t believe what you said
I’ll turn my stereo up to find enough headroom
I’ll turn my stereo up to survive in this vacuum
I’ll turn my stereo up party hard with my best friends
I’ll turn my stereo up and run wild on the weekends
407. I TOLD YOU SO
I told you so I told you so
You're getting older
I told you so I told you so
Don't lose control
I told you so I told you so
Now take it slowly
I told you so I told you so
My mother told me
I'll tell you once I’ll tell you twice
You better follow my advice
Never trust a man whose riding in a black sedan
Don't let him fool you use him if you can
I told you so I told you so
Men are heartless
I told you so I told you so
Don't play their game
I told you so I told you so
Now listen closely
I told you so I told you so
They're all the same
I'll tell you once I’ll tell you twice
You better follow my advice
Never trust a man whose riding in a black sedan
Don't let him fool you use him if you can
408. SHE'S A WOMAN
She's been cryin' a lot, it seems for no reason
What could it be that makes her so sad
If you ask her what's wrong the lady goes psycho
What do you say that made her so mad
Her hair has been glued her lips have turned crimson
She's anxious to start a new life
The walls of her boudoir are decalled with white Knights
Get ready for future strife
She's bored with the same old routine warnings
She says they're not good for the mind
She thrives on a diet of speed and raw metal
The things that can make you go blind
She traded her Nikes for a pair of stilettos
She'll redline some engines tonight
Sources report she's the life of the party
Cruisin' and feelin' all right
I think that her belt my be needing a lock change
To protect her from aggressive desire
You know how some tumblers are easily toasted
With one quick twist of the wire
She's never at home the phones ringin’ you’re forced
To scribble names that you've never heard
You keep clippin' her wings she keeps growing new feathers
And she’s flying like an uncaged bird
Call the guards the princess has flown from the castle
She’s out all night makin’ her rounds
She's auditioning now for a well-known movie
Something called the fox and the hounds
She’s a Woman
She’s not a little girl anymore
Your pretty baby daughter's a woman
And you're losing the war
409. THE KEY TO YOUR LOCK
Kick off your shoes this is your lucky day
Your lookin' very pretty my dear I must say
Move a little closer I don't bite little girl
If I was an oyster you’d be my pearl
Would you like a massage how 'bout a cool beer
Is loneliness your reason for showing up here
You looked a bit nervous when your number got called
But it seems your just itchin' for the chance to get balled
I think I understand your confusion
But for you I'm always ready to rock
I'm sure I can help you
If you’re lookin’ for the key to your lock
What a creamy complexion and such beautiful hair
My bedroom is this way leave your camisole there
To become a good lover one has to learn how
If you think you're not ready then you better leave now
My chamber holds no silver bullets
I'm pleased that you’re so ready to rock
It's fun to play with your doorbell
But I’d rather try my key in your lock
Whoa who said I loved you there’s no reason to pout
I don't understand what you're sulking about
Perhaps I should mention that you’ll always get hurt
If you're mortal soul hides itself under your skirt
410. THE LOVELIGHT
Well I looked to the left and I looked to the right
I checked it all out everything in sight
You know there's only one lady I love
And I know it’s you
Oh babe
I know it's true
I love you
I'll never forget you and I never want to let you go
I love our quiet moments in the evening when the sun sets low
I'm happy that you gave me a chance so I could let it show
I need your gentle ways and soft warm rays
Of the lovelight that glows in your heart
Remember last summer we had so much fun
Lyin' in the sand lookin' up at the sun
And you told me that the cloudy days would never come our way
Oh babe
I heard you say
They came today
I'll never forget you and I never want to let you go
I love our quiet moments in the evening when the sun sets low
I'm happy that you gave me a chance so I could let it show
I need your gentle ways and soft warm rays
Of the lovelight that glows in your heart
Well we both got angry and we had a fight
You know I didn't really sleep last night
Thanks for understanding I know it was a waste of time
Oh babe
The fault was mine
Such a waste of time
500. EVERY COIN HAS TWO SIDES
500. EVERY COIN HAS TWO SIDES
William Buckston Jr., born June 16, 1901, was the only child of two upper middle class
English parents. Bred to live a life much like his father before him, he was brought up in a very
traditional English manner. As the Buckstons were a family fairly typical of their class, it was an
appropriately pretentious setting that William Jr. grew up in. TheBuckston home and
surrounding grounds, managed by an elderly couple in the Buckstons' employment, were as large
as lawyer William Sr.'s income would allow. The house was furnished according to the
conservative taste of his wife Sarah, the daughter of a well-known and greatly respected upper-
middle class medical doctor. The Buckston family seemed to live rather well when judged by all
outward appearances. However, every coin has two sides and within the walls of the Buckston's
picture perfect house a perhaps less than healthy matrix of emotional interactions was taking
place, albeit at a subconscious level, within the personalities of the house's inhabitants.
A tall man with an intense, serious manner and expression, William Buckston Sr. was a
very handsome and charming as well as intelligent man. A very capable and well-known
criminal lawyer, whose services were very much in demand, he was a successful and highly paid
professional career man. He had met and married Sarah when he was twenty-seven and she was
twenty-one, six years his junior. He had offered before their marriage to provide her with a
comfortable standard of living if she would in return make their family the focus of her life and
to this she had agreed. An honourable man, he kept his end of the bargain and provided more
than adequately for the material comfort of his wife and young son. However, every coin has
two sides and in order to have the wealth deemed necessary for her and their son's comfort, he
had to work unbearably long hours. The stress on him took its toll as he approached middle age
and he died of a heart attack just before William Jr.'s tenth birthday. As a result of his father's
workaholic lifestyle and early death, William Jr. never really got to know his father.
William Jr.'s mother, Sarah, was a rather insecure young woman who doted on her son.
Like many women of her class whose successful professional fathers were absent from the home
as active participating parents, Sarah had grown up with traditional upper-middle class
perspectives on men, marriage, and adulthood. Insulated from the`real' world of working class
people by her father's wealth and prominence, she entered adulthoodperceiving men as a means
of acquiring wealth and hence, social respect. Believing thatmoney was essential for happiness
in life, she had married the best available catch, the successful,handsome young lawyer William
Buckston. As a result, the days of her married adult life werespent playing out the socially
scripted role of young wife to a professional man. Her home waskept spotless, her social
manners were impeccable, and her taste in clothing styles was beyondreproach. She involved
herself in the socially acceptable charity organizations as a volunteerand attended social
functions related to her husband's career when appropriate, at hisrequest. However, every coin
has two sides and although her marriage was considered very sociallycorrect, it was in fact a
loveless marriage due to William Sr.'s continuous absence from the home. So like many young
women of her class and generation, Sarah, out of psychologicalnecessity, sought unconsciously
to secure from young William Jr. the emotional interaction and muchneeded psychological
validation necessary to keep herself stable. As a result in a truesense she became through her
emotional interaction with him, more `married' to her young son than toher husband.
As even the most innocent of adventures of an experimental nature, suchas the opening
of cupboard doors and the turning on of water faucets, were enough toelicit from his mother a
barrage of emotionally overwhelming and incomprehensible outburst,William Jr. by the age of
two and one-half years had accepted that curiosity was a dangerous andundesirable motivation.
Most of his subsequent childhood was therefore spent anticipating andfulfilling his mother's
emotional needs in order to secure for himself a safe and predictableposition in the home. Yes,
most of his days were spent trying to avoid doing anything that mightupset his mother, the only
apparent anchor in the emotional vacuum into which he had been born. Alternately pampered
and scolded by his mother and virtually ignored by his father, he failedto develop any sort of
concrete self-image during childhood. His emotionally incestuousrelationship with his mother,
combined with the virtually complete lack of a relationship with hisfather (now dead) during
childhood left him completely unprepared for adolescence. Likemost male adolescents of his
class in English society, his perception of women was based on theprecedent image impressed
upon his psyche through emotional interaction with his mother, duringchildhood. As a result, he
viewed women as necessary nurturers he could not survive without andalternately as
emotionally demanding shrews that could not be counted on to do muchother than complain
irrationally. Also, because of restricted access to females otherthan his mother (due to her
extreme dependence on him) during his childhood, he viewed all women inthe same light on the
basis of gender rather than individual personality. Understandably, his female peers found him
inconsistent emotionally and therefore incompetent socially, to theextent that he became for
them, a source of amusement rather than a potential boyfriend.
However, every coin has two sides and as a result of his socialisolation, he had plenty of
time to read, study, and achieve academically. This he did with allvigour. In an all-out effort to
validate himself on this basis, he read, learned, and scored aboveaverage marks in his studies.
Although his precocious intellect won him resentment from his socialcontemporaries, his
academic achievements brought him respect from the university community. By the time of his
graduation from law school, he was able to take his pick of law firmsseeking to employ him, as
his scholastic notoriety had preceded him into the workplace. Hebegan a very promising
professional career as a lawyer and married, soon after, a young womanseveral years his junior.
They had a baby boy shortly afterwards when he was twenty-nine and shetwenty-two,
however he rarely saw the child as his financial commitments demandedthat he work
exceptionally long hours. The more he worked, the more emotionallystressed he became. As a
result, he began to drink regularly in order to be relieved of thestress. The more he drank the
more obnoxious he became when at home. The more obnoxious hebecame, the less his wife
wanted to be near him. The less his wife got from him in the wayof emotional interaction, the
more she began looking elsewhere for support. Things finally cameto a head when, during an
affair unknown to William, his wife was diagnosed as having terminalcancer. William was
overwhelmed perhaps even more than her by this news and became sodepressed that he simply
could not function at work. His focus completely distracted, hewould sit for hours unable to
concentrate in conversations with clients and in the courtroom. Finally, one night he got so
drunk that he was taken to the hospital unconscious. It was thenthat doctors advised him to take
time off or risk a heart attack. He took the advice.
Things looked very bleak for the Buckstons, however, every coin has twosides. The
interruption of income caused them to sell the house and move into asmaller one. The smaller
house meant less work for Mrs. Buckston and her state of mind and healthimproved in William's
presence at home. Their son's school marks improved and Williamgrew stronger emotionally
and physically during his time away from the workplace. In short,everyone benefited, as family
ties were strengthened. Unlike his father before him, William Jr.came to know his son and
began to realize what he himself had missed in his own developmentduring childhood.
Unfortunately, within ten years his wife succumbed to the cancer andWilliam found himself lost
without her. He hadn't realized up until then how completelydependent upon her he was. He
found himself very alone as his son was now away at university, havingsuccessfully finished
high school a year previously. He stopped working, as there was nofinancial need to work. Had
he developed more recreational pursuits in earlier adulthood, he mighthave had more to do with
his spare time at this point, but he had not been sociable enoughearlier in life to have done so.
He often spent his days sitting in a nearby park on a bench watchingpeople and debating about
whether he should have done this or done that with his life. Inretrospect, he felt that he should
have spent more time with his family earlier in his career. Butthen he also thought, there
wouldn't have been enough money to support their lifestyle. Thenhe considered what life would
have been like without money, or at least with less money. Hethought a lot about his father's
workaholic streak and how as a child he had admired his father's senseof commitment to
personal goals. But then he realized that his lack of arelationship with his father had perhaps
affected him negatively, as it appeared to him that his own sonappreciated his company greatly.
All these questions about a life and how it should be lived ran throughhis mind during his
ritualistic daily visits to the park.
One day as he sat musing about life in general, while absent-mindedlyplaying with a
coin in his hands, a young boy approached him. The boy asked himwhat he had in his hand and
he explained that it was a coin and that it could be used to purchasethings. He handed it to the
boy who took it and turned it over several times, curious as to what itfelt like. The boy asked
him if every coin had two sides and William replied "Yes, everycoin has two sides." The boy
turned it over several times and studied the respective impressions oneach side of the coin and
then asked William if one side was more valuable than the other. William thought that was a
rather odd question and he considered it for a moment.
Then a thought he had not considered before crossed his mind. Itwas the possibility that
life was not meant to be understood, but rather just lived. If so,then there were no `right' or
`wrong' decisions, no `good' or `bad' decisions. There were simplydecisions, and there were
consequences. Such was the nature of life. During William'ssilent realization, the boy asked
him again if one side of the coin was more valuable than the other, andWilliam picked the boy
up, sat him in his lap, and said gently as he smiled through his tears, "No, both sides are worth
the same." William Buckston Jr. died of a heart attack onJanuary 19, 1956, in his fifty-fifth
year.
600 The Truth
600. THE UNIVERSE
The UNIVERSE is `energy in a state of transition'
As the energy in a state of transition labeled the “UNIVERSE” is
ALL-ENCOMPASSING, it represents all energy that IS
As the universe is ALL ENERGY, IN A STATE OF
TRANSITION there is no force of energy outside of the universe, to alter
its status of `all energy in a state of transition'
The universe is therefore `all energy in a state of transition'
PERPETUALLY
As the universe is all energy in a state of transition perpetually, the
STATUS QUO of the universe is ETERNAL
601. AGING IN THE UNIVERSE
Living is at a bio-chemical level for an organism existing in theuniverse a process of
metamorphosis termed aging
Aging is at a bio-chemical level for an organism existing in theuniverse a process of
metamorphosis termed dying
Living and dying are therefore synonymous processes of metamorphosisbio-chemically
within organisms existing in the universe termed: aging
602. CONSCIOUSNESS
In this universe aging at a bio-chemical within a living organism isaccompanied by the
experiencing of the phenomenon of a sensation of awareness termedconsciousness
603. THE DIVINITY OF CONSCIOUSNESS
As consciousness is identified as the spiritually metamorphosingexperience of giving
and receiving love through the process of bio-chemical interactiontermed aging and as
the cessation of consciousness is an impossibility in an eternaluniverse it is the
experience of consciousness itself that is divine
604. FAITH
One form of conscious awareness occurs within a living organism when itthrough
conscious observation of the correlation between its bio-chemicalinteractions with other
organisms and its sensation of conscious awareness accepts that itscontinued bio-chemical
interactions with other organisms is likely to produce a continuing
metamorphosis of its own consciousness
This form of consciousness is termed faith
605. HOPE
Another form of conscious awareness occurs within a living organism whenit through
conscious observation of the correlation between its bio-chemicalinteraction with other
organisms and the metamorphosis of its consciousness begins toanticipate that its bio-chemical
interactions with certain organisms will result in predictablemetamorphosis of
its own consciousness
This form of consciousness is termed hope
606. LOVE
Another form of conscious awareness occurs within a living organism whenit after
conscious realization of the correlation between its bio-chemicalinteractions with other
organisms and the metamorphosis of its consciousness proceeds to seekout other
organisms that are desirous of bio-chemical interaction and or ametamorphosis of
consciousness for the purpose of facilitating a metamorphosis ofconsciousness within
those other organisms
This form of consciousness is termed Love
607. THE FUNDAMENTAL DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLE
As intellectual principles actively practiced by individuals with aconsistent degree of
personal discipline become the principles of the status quo establishedin the wake of
their socially validated acceptability, the unconditional acceptance ofthe inherent
uniqueness and hence validity of each individual's personal principlesis the fundamental
intellectual principle sustaining democracy
This principle which is in truth philosophically unconditional iscommonly called the
principle of love
As the principle of love is therefore the most fundamentally democraticprinciple, a stable
democracy devoid of love is an impossibility
608. WORDS (1)
WORDS are symbols
Created by human beings
For the purpose of
IDENTIFYING symbolically
THAT
Which is EXPERIENCED in
The human condition
609. WORDS (2)
In the human condition
This process of
IDENTIFYING experiences
With words
Is termed an
INTELLECTUAL process
610. WORDS (3)
As words are symbols
Used to identify
THAT
Which is being experienced
In the human condition
An EXPERIENCE MUST
From the perspective of theabstract
In terms of linear time(itself an abstraction)
NECESSARILY PRECEDE
Its INTELLECTUALIZATION inwords
611. EXPERIENCE
Although it is NOT possible
To have intellectualexchange
Between or amongst humanbeings
Without concurrent orresulting
Sensory experience
It IS possible
To have sensory interaction
Between or amongst humanbeings
Without resultantintellectualization
Of this sensoryinteraction
612. THEREFORE
As all SENSORY EXPERIENCES
In the human condition
EVOKE an EMOTIONAL RESPONSE
INITIALLY
From within the human being
Doing the `experiencing'
The NATURE OF EXPERIENCE
In the human condition is
ESSENTIALLYSENSORY/EMOTIONAL
613. THE TRUTH (1)
As reality is experienced
Only in the present
And
As one's intellectualization of the experience
Of the present
Cannot take place simultaneously
With one's `experiencing' of the present
Reality is experienced purely
At a sensory/emotional level
Perpetually
In the present
By a silent mind
Free of internal intellectual dialogue
614. THE TRUTH (2) - THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE
The pursuit of knowledge
In an attempt to acquire complete KNOWLEDGE is
FUTILE as
COMPLETE KNOWLEDGE
CAN NEVER BE ACQUIRED
IN A PERPETUALLY METAMORPHOSING UNIVERSE
However
The pursuit of knowledge is
NOT POINTLESS
For the PURSUIT of knowledge
Acts as a catalyst for
Spiritual Growth
In human beings
When IT FACILITATES
Their SENSORY/EMOTIONAL INTERACTION
Though the rational principle schools
The emotional principle rules
615. DEATH
DEATH as an utter cessation of consciousness within a living organismcan NEVER be
EXPERIENCED by the organism as CONSCIOUSNESS is PREREQUISITE for
EXPERIENCE
616. TRUEREALITY, THE ETERNAL PRESENT
As abstractions of experiences belonging to the past
Existing within the realm of memory
Can be `remembered'
Only in the present
And
As abstractions of possible experiences belonging to the future
Existing purely within the realm of imagination
Can be `imagined'
Only in the present
And
As the experience of the present
Can be `experienced' only in the present
The present `experience' is
The only truly real `experience'
That exists
Therefore
Reality
Experienced in the present
Is the only true reality
That exists in terms of human experience
Furthermore
As reality
Is experienced only in the present
And the present exists NOW
PERPETUALLY
Having no beginning and no end
Reality
Like the present
Is eternal
617. THE STATE OF GRACE - THE KEY TO ETERNAL LIFE
In the human condition to consciously identify and accept with complete conscious
awareness the divine nature of consciousness is to experience the state of grace
To experience and exist perpetually in the state of grace through full
conscious realization of the divinity of consciousness is the key toeternal life
My Dad calls it "riding the crest of that eternal wave"
618. ZERO
The synonymy of
Everything and nothing
Hence
The absurdity of symbolic language
Is expressed most succinctly by
The mathematical symbol
ZERO
A WHOLE number which
Represents NOTHING
619. THE TRUTH (3) -SPIRITUALITY
700 The Sea of Tranquility
PRELUDE: One afternoon in 1990 I sat down to write at The Pan Pacific Hotel in Vancouver. Over a 2 hour session, I constructed chapter 7, a fairy tale entitled The Sea of Tranquility. It came to me in a moment of inspiration and rolled off the top of my head. My muse at the time was a young woman from Port Coquitlam BC and it is her horoscope which I used in the story. For Astrologers who are interested, she was born Oct 8, 1969 probably in Vancouver B.C. Canada. As I did not know her birth time I could not determine her ascendant.
700. THE SEA OF TRANQUILLITY
There once was a beautiful princess
Who had captured a poet's true love
But his Libran ambivalence robbed them
Of the consummate pleasures thereof
And so she moved on and proceeded with life
But his love left a mark on her heart
A subtlest mark that yet nevertheless
Birthed an ache for a true counterpart
At night in the void of the darkness
That curses between dusk and dawn
She would weep from the pain of her sorrow
Love tears for her poet long gone
Alone in the desolate darkness
She would desperately pray through her tears
Dear omnipotent God will you help me to quell
My most dreadful emotional fears
For my poet is gone and I know not to where
And my spirit is vexed with this fear
Yet deep in my heart I know if I have faith
My poet will one day appear
Then one night alone in her anguish
With her heart overburdened by cares
She wept the most beautiful teardrop
To protect it from coveting stares
Then securing her heart in that teardrop
And facing her destiny
She embarked on a mystical voyage
To the sea of tranquillity
For 'tis there in the silvery moonlight
Where love's gossamer grace wraps around
'Tis there in the silvery moonlight
That one's true counterpart can be found
701. THE WIZARD
Afloat with her heart in the teardrop
On the sea of tranquility
She sought the advice of the wizard
Who speaks of cosmology
She called to the face of the deepness
Who am I Who am I And how
Oh keeper of secrets both dark and divine
Who am I I wish to know now
Then out of the heart of the cosmos
Where great manifold silence abounds
Came the thundering voice of a wizard
A voice from the deep that surrounds
Your sun is the sun of the Libran
The sign of the balancing scales
You are blessed by the love Goddess Venus
The queen of the best fairy tales
Your moon is the moon of the Virgin
To whom discipline is an art
Discriminate order in your culture's grace
Through control of your whimsical heart
Mercury Virgo interprets
Words label sensations of life
But indexing thusly kills natural joys
That would bless your emotional life
Venus in Virgo is proper
With her fixed moral sense of good taste
Though strong morals keep you from stumbling
To submit doesn't mean you're unchaste
Your instinct to win in the final
Can be found in your Capricorn Mars
The Capricorn goat both determined and tough
Is the wisest of energy stars
Though Jupiter wanders in Libra
You're safe with a mirror that's true
A mirror that's honest whose motives are pure
Will most surely reflect the true you
Saturn in Taurus will ground you
And cause your mind-set to relax
But don't let complacency rob you
Don't let your whims override facts
As Uranus in Libra enhances
Your creative original mind
Your own organizational genius
Is your natural gift to mankind
Neptune in Scorpio: Psychic
An earthy romantic at heart
With this bit of the mystic inside you
You're a wizard's own true counterpart
Pluto in Virgo means power
Power to change people's lives
Temper this power with prudence
Through prudence a mystic survives
Psychic by nature empathic of souls
And their motives well-hidden to most
You perceive through your sense of emotions
The power that true Librans boast
Measured and ordered and balanced and weighed
Your judgments can split finest hairs
When faced with your judgments, lies wither and die
Hence: Woe to the liar who dares
A Libran in mind a Virgo in heart
Your gift is to flawlessly serve
Through service to causes you'll honor yourself
And reap the rewards you deserve
702. THE PROPHET
The princess called out to the deepness
As her image began to take form
If the wizard is right and this is who I am
What task am I here to perform
Then out of the heart of the cosmos
Forth from antiquity
Came the rippling voice of a prophet
The crier of destiny
When men rape and pillage in madness
When the world seethes writhing in pain
When carnage and mayhem surround you
And souls drown in emotional rain
Remember these are but the birth pains
Of a laboring old mother earth
Whose child though delivered in anguish
Will be blessing the world by his birth
For this child is the gift of the psychic
From whose mouth comes a two-edged sword
With which gentle spirits will utterly vanquish
The manifold lies of the horde
This child is the psychic diviner
That transforms emotional elves
His voice is the voice of the true Christ
The Christ that dwells in their true selves
The Christ that finds order in chaos
That rebuilds in the wake of the rage
Is the Christ you will be in mankind's finest hour
As he greets the Aquarian Age
So be not afraid let your heart not be troubled
For all the world's sorrows will pass
Behold how the comforter sends you a mentor
To trust when the future comes fast
703. THE MENTOR
The princess called out to the deepness
Wherefore is the mentor I seek
If the prophet is right and these things come to pass
With this mentor I must surely speak
Then out of the heart of the deepness
In the gentlest natural way
Spoke the wisest old voice of a mentor
Addressing his new protégée
People ideas places and things
Creations of mass humankind
They have but the power that you give them
Inside your emotional mind
Though force of will alters not fate's hand
The hand wielding destiny's knife
Reactions are yours to control in yourself
As you deal with the phases of life
Let your higher self silently guide you
Through your innermost heart of all hearts
Hold fast to this anchor within you
Discipline is the art of all arts
Though your path leads you deep in the forest
This path you will not walk alone
For I will walk with you awake and in dreams
Until you can walk there on your own
Now as love is the wonder of wonders
That exists in the heavens above
As a princess's counseling mentor
I will offer my thoughts about love
Whereas "In love" is a delusion
As lovers depending on feel
Fall in love with projected illusion
"True love" is not part of a deal
Love is the one gift a spirit must give
Love isn't a bargain one makes
Love causes the spirit to grow through commitment
By giving whatever it takes
The cursedest pain of the deepest of wounds
In the depths of the loneliest soul
That inhabits the heart of the wretchedest wretch
Can by love be repaired and made whole
Love transcending distance hence space therefore time
Overcoming all terror and pain
Can heal psychic wounds and repair broken hearts
By reprieving all guilt and all shame
Love causes the soul to awaken from sleep
Love frees the dove locked in the tower
Love silently flows from the heart of the deep
Love is pure emotional power
Now princess if you take a moment
To ponder the path that you tread
You'll see that already you're steadily winning
The battle with fears that you dread
My time with you will soon be finished
The next step you'll take on your own
Though I will watch over and keep you from falling
The next step you must take alone
704. THE MERLIN
The princess called out in the deepness
I have one last question to ask
The wizard is gone the mentor is done
If the prophet's words shall come to pass
When my internal battle for self has been won
With what power shall I finish my task
She waited alone with the silence
In the heart of great cosmical space
'Til a quiet voice whispered so softly
From her spirit's most intimate place
I am the voice of your Merlin
Who dwells in this innermost place
The mystical power you are seeking
Is bestowed through the mystery of grace
When you forfeit control by accepting the love
In the smile on the good poet's face
In that magical twinkling moment
You'll be charmed by the power of grace
For grace is the gift of benevolent calm
That appears in the presence of love
To consecrate hears with its comforting psalm
Cloaking souls with its gossamer glove
Though it's true that the poet does love you
Like yourself he's a child who must grow
As I am the Merlin within you
Your grace is but mine to bestow
Then a glowing enveloped the princess
A waxing and strengthening light
'Twas the love of the sensitive poet
The princess's champion knight
Entranced by his orange Kundalini
As it warmed her most delicate soul
She was charmed by his loving acceptance
And slowly forfeited control
Then her true self emerged in her psyche
To take its long pre-destined place
Recalling the words of the Merlin within her
The calm brought a smile to her face
"For grace is the gift of benevolent calm
That appears in the presence of love
To consecrate hearts with a comforting psalm
Cloaking souls with its gossamer glove"
This mystery of mysteries the power of grace
Is the subtlest subtlety
'Tis through self-acceptance that battles are won
Until grace blesses destiny
As love was the one gift the poet could give
He gave to the heart he loved most
Hence grace was bestowed on the princess's heart
By her innermost holiest ghost
As he was a crystal and mirror for her
On that sea in the moonlight above
Now she is a crystal and mirror for him
And they shine consecrating true love
705. MORAL
As fate is a challenge to lovers
True counterparts must always be
Strengthening love through commitment
To bless their love's destiny
As lust is a constant distraction
True counterparts must always be
Tempering passion with patience
To deepen love's intimacy
As love is the power of emotion
True counterparts must always be
Sharing through balanced emotions
The virtue of empathy
As grace is the blessing of pure love
True counterparts must always be
Soliciting by their acceptance
This gift of love's ecstasy
706. RESOLUTION
Though planets align and planets move on
The wizard's heart will always be
Mirroring hers with compassion
On the sea of tranquillity
Though protégés come and protégés go
The mentor's heart will always be
Offering smiles to her teardrops
On the sea of tranquillity
Though kingdoms may stand and kingdoms may fall
The prophet's heart will always be
Gracefully floating beside her
On the sea of tranquillity
So: Though lovers may come and lovers may go
True counterparts will always be
Charming the hearts of each other
On the sea of tranquillity
707. EPILOGUE
Perhaps if you dance with the princess
To the strains of her poet's love tune
You'll feel how the best Merlin magic is wrought
On a waxing full seventh house moon
For her true self emerged in that moonlight
When a Libran saw who she would be
Her true self emerged in that silver moonlight
On the sea of tranquillity
Though Merlin’s may counsel with logic
Until mysteries of self are resolved
Libran love works the best magic
Where princesses' hearts are involved
And though the great cynics may have you convinced
That true love can never be
True love charmed even the Merlin
On the sea of tranquillity