Sunday, December 29, 2019

Jazz



     Liquid words melting,

smelting

                        Into smoky air

          Beatings, Poundings

           Soothing Soundings

      [ heads bobbing everywhere]

      People caught within a snare

called jazz

Saturday, December 28, 2019

Bye Bye Baglady

I saw her tragedy in her eyes

made me want to cry

I though "how sad she must be.

maybe I'll ask her why"


She said, go away

just let me be
leave me here to die


I said... Ok...

Have it your way...
And I went and bought a Big Mac


Social Correctness... sucks!

You'd better conform, You'd better conform
We're all the same you know
You'd better conform, we're all the same
Admit it and we'll let you go...

Hmm...

Come on, Come on, We're all the same
We all 'Play by the book'
And you're one of us, so join the crowd
And we'll let you off the hook

Hmm...

Do yourself a favor, do US a favor
Give all of US a break
If you do, we'll all have a nice day
if not... we'll burn you at the stake!

Hmm...

Listen to us, we'll be your friends
But you have to pay your dues
So come on "ole buddy"
Think No More

What have you got to lose
What have you got to lose
What have you got to lose
What have you got to lose...







Trees In Central Park


Trees in Central Park

Trees in Central Park are like

Kings without a throne

Ruling with majestic reign

Over kingdoms not their own


Trees in Central Park are like

Dancers out of Time,

Moving with a graceful flow yet

Still one step behind


Trees in Central Park are like

Birds that cannot fly

Kept in cages built by men

To keep them from the sky.


Walls

Sometimes I wonder "is this all there is to life"
this 9-to-5 under these florescent skies
that bask a sea of neutral beige
walls
designed to neutralize my rage
walls designed to neutralize my rage
at having to do this 9-2-5


walls


keep me thinking


"is this all there is to life"


"MERRIT, QUIT DAYDREAMING AND GET BACK TO WORK!" 

Being

I Love Being Alive, Being Alive, Being Alive
I Love Being Alive, Being Alive, Being Alive
I Love Being Alive, Being Alive, Being Alive
I Love Being Alive, Being Alive, Being Alive
And that's all there is to it!  

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

An Unfinished Love Poem

I used to think
that love was just a game
a fairy tale tailored for two
just a mirage in the desert of my life
until you changed my point of view

You showed to me
a love I'd never known
a love so gentle and free
like a rainbow in the twilight of a storm
a breath of jasmine so sweet...