Love, Wisdom, and Healing
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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...
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...
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