we put the tiger in a cage
extinguishing its mighty rage
I hope the people enjoy their broken wind up toy
If William Blake knew the tiger we'd forsake
I wonder if he'd rewrite tiger burning bright
tiger tiger growing dim surrounded by forest of jungle gyms
our children will have to use a picture to frame its fearful symmetry
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Angie
Why was I the last to know?
Such a devastating blow, I never thought she'd be the one to go
We started out in elementary school
Two dorky kids no one thought was cool
And when we hit high school one of the of the last things she said was you're one of the only people I consider my friends
I had no idea her life would chose to end
I guess she couldn't overcome the classmates who mocked her or overcome the voices in her head
I had no idea her life she'd chose to end
Now I'm left with my regret, looking back it seems you always know the perfect thing to do
But now that I know the signs, I'll be ready next time
Such a devastating blow, I never thought she'd be the one to go
We started out in elementary school
Two dorky kids no one thought was cool
And when we hit high school one of the of the last things she said was you're one of the only people I consider my friends
I had no idea her life would chose to end
I guess she couldn't overcome the classmates who mocked her or overcome the voices in her head
I had no idea her life she'd chose to end
Now I'm left with my regret, looking back it seems you always know the perfect thing to do
But now that I know the signs, I'll be ready next time
Friday, December 24, 2010
Washington, Forest park
Nature fogged hue descends thickly in this place\Leaving one realizing their insignificance in the grand scheme of their universe It is a sense of connection to the womb that bore you, earths womb
The trees ascend like towering giants, and you feel their place has been around forever, in the before-time, beyond-time
In spite of their girth the wind easily sways them like bowling pins
And they quiver and gradually aceed to winter's dominance, surrender their leaves, a sacrifice to appease angered gods
Then they rest in a slopping, hilly cradle Washington, forest park kissing, yes for they are but same tacks of land, persevered from white society as if a giant hand had seized and exalted them out of harms way
Unspoiled this land, magnificently stretching, the breadth beyond imagination and creation
What sanctity the ancients dwellers had to muse upon as they freely roamed
And now in present, the place for uninterrupted peace when I get high
The trees ascend like towering giants, and you feel their place has been around forever, in the before-time, beyond-time
In spite of their girth the wind easily sways them like bowling pins
And they quiver and gradually aceed to winter's dominance, surrender their leaves, a sacrifice to appease angered gods
Then they rest in a slopping, hilly cradle Washington, forest park kissing, yes for they are but same tacks of land, persevered from white society as if a giant hand had seized and exalted them out of harms way
Unspoiled this land, magnificently stretching, the breadth beyond imagination and creation
What sanctity the ancients dwellers had to muse upon as they freely roamed
And now in present, the place for uninterrupted peace when I get high
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Dios de los muertos
For you I yearn
All these thoughts of you I burn written down
So nothing but ashes scattering is found
But now that you're free I honor thee
Dios de los muertos
All these thoughts of you I burn written down
So nothing but ashes scattering is found
But now that you're free I honor thee
Dios de los muertos
Be-gun
The dove of peace took flight
With the marksman looking down their sight
Fly, Fly! Take flight!
Its faithful wings never skip a beat
Not an easy feat
A finger tightens on the trigger, the dove in the cross-hairs of the scope
Is there any hope?
Peace lets out a final cry
Crumples to the ground and dies
Thanks to the breezy weather
There drifts a solitary feather
All that is left
By no accident it drifts straight to the harbinger of death
So touched by its message are they, they swear to never hurt anyone again and dismantle their gun
Peace anew has begun
You can kill the revolutionary but never the revolution
-Fred Hampton, my brother from another mother brutally gunned down by the pigs as he lay asleep
With the marksman looking down their sight
Fly, Fly! Take flight!
Its faithful wings never skip a beat
Not an easy feat
A finger tightens on the trigger, the dove in the cross-hairs of the scope
Is there any hope?
Peace lets out a final cry
Crumples to the ground and dies
Thanks to the breezy weather
There drifts a solitary feather
All that is left
By no accident it drifts straight to the harbinger of death
So touched by its message are they, they swear to never hurt anyone again and dismantle their gun
Peace anew has begun
You can kill the revolutionary but never the revolution
-Fred Hampton, my brother from another mother brutally gunned down by the pigs as he lay asleep
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Continue on
If the human race perished from the face of this earth
we've forgotten how to cherish
Life would continue on
The mockingbird would still sing its song
Birds would flutter here and there gather materials to build its nest
Ants would scurry about gathering to build its nest
Ants would scurry about collecting food without a moments rest
(at the queens behest)
Trees would again dominate the skies
and winged creatures that fly
The grass would grow and grow without fear of anyone who mows
The land would be reclaimed
by things wild, not tamed
And the earth would forget the footprints on its back (long blow away) we took
And the many musings found in books
And life would go on
we've forgotten how to cherish
Life would continue on
The mockingbird would still sing its song
Birds would flutter here and there gather materials to build its nest
Ants would scurry about gathering to build its nest
Ants would scurry about collecting food without a moments rest
(at the queens behest)
Trees would again dominate the skies
and winged creatures that fly
The grass would grow and grow without fear of anyone who mows
The land would be reclaimed
by things wild, not tamed
And the earth would forget the footprints on its back (long blow away) we took
And the many musings found in books
And life would go on
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Hollow
A scarecrow
Stuffing stolen by thieving crows
We are hollow, we are hollow
The pain reminded that at least was still alive
But now that's gone
And now all there is aching, longing
For anything
Someone has stolen my soul
and left this lonely vessel drifting on the high seas
Nothing left of me but tumbleweed
Rolling away to a better plane
I just couldn't fly free from the chains society bound my body with
Not drugs nor heaven could fill the hole in this bleeding heart
When being you is wrong and you know you don't belong
What else matters? what is left but for me to end my suffering
We are hollow, We are hollow
Stuffing stolen by thieving crows
We are hollow, we are hollow
The pain reminded that at least was still alive
But now that's gone
And now all there is aching, longing
For anything
Someone has stolen my soul
and left this lonely vessel drifting on the high seas
Nothing left of me but tumbleweed
Rolling away to a better plane
I just couldn't fly free from the chains society bound my body with
Not drugs nor heaven could fill the hole in this bleeding heart
When being you is wrong and you know you don't belong
What else matters? what is left but for me to end my suffering
We are hollow, We are hollow
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