it was the weekend before Christmas and all i could see
were tears and destruction, anger and greed.
the decorations they weren’t hanging this year,
because no one was feeling the holiday cheer.
–
the children were protesting and looting the place
with expressions of hatred etched in their face.
and i watched in horror from my living room,
wondering what brought on this season of doom.
–
when out in the parking lot i heard such a noise,
i wondered if it could be one of the boys.
So quick to the window i ran with my gun
to stop this looter from having fun.
–
the moon was smogged out from all the pollution
casting shadows and causing confusion.
then quick as a flash in the corner of my eye
i saw something red and white flash by.
–
the driver was quick and drove with ease,
to the crowd he had to appease.
and when he got out he spoke with command,
“Lower your weapons, and show me your hands”
–
“I come to keep peace, and you have every right
to stand here and protest all through the night.
You say you’ve been wronged and I’m here to protect
each and every one of you, you deserve my respect.”
–
the crowd was not happy, they turned in response,
and tested the law bearer’s deep resilience.
there was so many, and the cop stood alone,
i worried for his safety straight to my bones.
–
then i saw something awful, what did i expect
the anger surged, the cop they were out to get.
i drew my head away from the window curtain,
i didn’t want to see what i knew was certain.
–
the gun shots rang out, the crowd stampeded,
i turned back around to see what proceeded.
and then i saw to my shocking surprise,
a sight that i couldn’t believe my eyes.
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small children surrounded the uniformed man,
with their silent faces they made a tall stand.
the parents of some did curse and expose,
how dreadful these children were for upholding their foes.
–
they would not be moved and so then i found,
others did gather without making a sound.
the ambulance sirens so far in the distance,
i wondered if they could withstand the resistance.
–
the angry mob pressed in, they wanted to lynch
this innocent soldier would make a good witch.
then to my surprise what more could i say,
his protectors fell down and started to pray.
–
i fell to my knees and found myself joining,
their voices calling out in the early of morning.
we prayed for a miracle, we prayed for peace
we prayed the ambulance would get there at least.
–
and when it arrived, it cut through the crowd,
the cop was then loaded and then it got loud.
they punched the vehicle and made petty threats,
about how every officer deserves what he gets.
–
and as the vehicle drove off with sirens a blazing
i listened to the crowd and all of it’s hating.
and as the ambulance rolled out of sight,
i thought merry Christmas to all…. and to all a good night.
12-21-2014

If I had the power, I’d like to change the world,
a domination of peace would definitely be assured.
I’d rid the world of politics and abolish all the law,
Self responsibly and reliance would be my battle call.
Religious institutions, will sit upon their place,
no longer trying to control the entire human race.
There will still be violence, and murder to name a few,
it must be weeded out for the race to start a new.
We will live in harmony with other animals as equals,
we wont rape the land and act like evil selfish devils.
We will kill the rush that comes with the to and fro,
we will end the stress that seems to feed our Corporate foe.
Money will not matter, for each will grow his own.
just like pioneers or the ancients from age of stone.
We’ll understand our place is not to dominate but share,
If I had the power, but the power isn’t there.
5-2-2014

Static forms on the tv set,
The information they forgot to get,
Was once on the 5 o’clock news,
When a dying man was singing the blues.
But now the systems change,
Now we stand to place the Blame,
A foolish pride in a foolish game,
Oh look Mommy here comes the rain.

It’s a refusal of belief that’s clear.

She screams in pain, the angels cease,
Where is this God for her belief,
With eyes so closed you’d never see,
What’s standing right in front of thee.
Souls escaping from a lead blazed trail,
As blood drenched money pays the bail,
Fat as they are they couldn’t fathom,
That something else out there is random.

It’s the refusal of belief I fear.

Through space and time we plant our eye,
On something further in the sky,
Heaven help us if we should die,
The confusion they caused with blatant lie.

It’s the refusal of belief I hear.

1998

Johnny he’s a real good guy, better watch your back,
Candi’s sweet as apple pie, she’s got that certain knack.
Toni he wont turn around, Jenny’s out too late,
Lil L don’t make a sound, Reaper’s on a date.

(I stare out my hotel window, drinking away my pain,
Reading Ponderosa Hotel reflected backwards in the rain.
The girls here are a sure bet, the candy for sale is sweet,
The buying and selling of every Soul out here on this street.)

The men with no traces come, seeking the innocent Randi,
Randi and Johnny have some fun, Blackmail feeds their family.
Jenny, she ran away, her daddy was all too kind,
Reaper likes to stay, Always preying on their Mind.

(Chorus)

Toni sells while Lil L, he’s always at his side,
Candi’s second sight can tell, if Money pays for the ride.
And as for me the seer, I am not even immune,
Though I may see it clearer, I am drunken by this Doom.

(Chorus)

8-29-96

A million times zero, there’s no one to blame,
A million times zero, it’s all such a shame.
That a million times one, could bring so much more,
And a million times two, leaves some to store.
I can not live with
A million times zero
Because I can not give with
A million times zero
The tears I cry for a million times one,
Are the dreams that die for a million times one.
And the fear I see for a million times two,
Is the love created with a millions times two.
There’s no way to live
A million times zero
There’s nothing to give
A million times zero
A million times one, a million times two,
A million times zero, what can I do?
For I can not stand, where I can’t create,
This season of madness, is making me hate
You can’t just continue
A million times zero
For there is no venue
A million times zero
12-14-2000

Red and white, yellow and gold,
Doing this as you are told.
Rain pours down from above,
As He surely shows his love.
Dreams fall down into the mist,
For all who have forgotten this.
A teardrop fall beside a stream,
All because she didn’t mean.
She cried, she cried, to no avail,
There was nothing to lift the veil.
A book of love, stood near beside,
But she would not pick it up and ride.
Stranger and stranger, the weary steeped days,
Pain and anguish swept over all of her ways.
There was no way to end this pain,
She wouldn’t turn from the window pane.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
She never would do as she was told.
Out of the deep a willows cry,
The end was now passing by.
Her life she spent in solemn care,
For solace sake she would dwell there.
Her children left, she stood alone,
Her t.v., chilled her to the bone.
She wept, she wept, there was no end,
There was no way to go back to Begin.
A book of Life stood ready and waiting,
But she would not stop her near debating.
Deeper and deeper, into her sorrow filled fate,
Jaded and graded until it’s too late.
There was no way to end her sorrow,
For she would not look for the Tomorrow.
Red and white, yellow and gold,
At one time or another we don’t do as we’re told.
6-3-98

Some people fight for freedom, some people fight for fun,
Some people fight for anything, I’m not the only one.
They fight for injustice, they fight just to be mean,
They fight to be left alone, they fight to be seen.

Fighting all the time, what do we accomplish,
Fighting all the time, what’s the final wish?

Some people fight for Love, some people fight for hate,
Some people fight for glory, some people fight til it’s too late.
They fight to tell the story, they fight to prove a point,
They fight to drink their beer, they fight to smoke a joint.

Fighting all the time, what do we prove,
Fighting all the time, what do we lose?

Some people fight for fortune, some people fight for reign,
Some people fight for peace, some people fight for pain.
They fight for money, they even fight for lust,
They fight for t.v., they fight over the dust.

Fighting all the time, but at what cost,
Fighting all the time, look at what we’ve lost.
8-28-96

I complain now, but i’ve seen it worse.
All of this hatred in the universe.
Wars that happen, people that hate,
I never can seem to get a break.
Minds so shallow, and closed.. you see,
With lust filled thoughts of vanity.
So yes i complain, for our future is bleak,
our own government constrains us and calls us weak!
Our media lies, and lends it own hand,
to the destruction of youth the best it can.
so no more innocence or magic, create,
no imagination, it’s all digital mate.
So yeah i complain, and my mouth does run,
I complain now, because something still can be done.
1-27-2007

A garden green now weeds and thorns,
A life once happy now tattered and torn,
A flower once blooming has withered away,
A magical night has turned into a tiring new day.
A bright young face now wrinkled with age,
A wonderful movie start now stuck on a second class stage.
A warm day turned into a freezing night,
A brave person now runs in fright.
A freshly painted house now peeling and dirty,
A sucessful person now is unworthy.
A strong marriage now broken and weak,
A wonderful future now is bleak,
Things that should have been are not,
I guess that’s what we get for thought.

5/31/89

Whirling, whirling, the world of Fate,
We lost our Princess, We lost our Saint.
Who will save the world from despair,
Is there another waiting out there?

Whirling, whirling, the world of News,
Everything changes, point of views.
And we now stand on the verge,
Of information we must purge.

Whirling, whirling, the world of Hate,
A request for peace, a standing to Late.
We watched with not so blind eyes,
As someone repeated their lies.

Whirling, whirling, the world of Transportation,
Where now clones can take teleportation.
And in the future I see,
The past returning back to me.

Whirling, whirling, the world of Fate,
Toss and turn till it’s too late.
For this will be a better year,
As I see the sky begin to clear.

12-31-97