Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Life Is Passing Time (Dedicated to Mr.Rogowsky)

It’s Aphrodite’s B.C.
and you discovered the hole in your belly,
things that are round and four meanings for “square,”
singing songs ‘cause you gotta feel more.
Everyone’s got the same body
though only a few of you bones will unearth
in the future’s passing time...
passing to make it good or bad.
it’s just some passing time
to pass around
to pass it on and on and on and on and on (and so on).

It’s the Age of Discovery
and you explored Greece, The Far East and Turkeys,
The South Pole, The North Pole and Pocahontas,
singing, “For Gold, Gospel and Glory.”
Everyone explored all over
though only a few were good explorers
exploring some passing time.

It’s the Modern Age
and you invented technology—
an amp, ampex and ko-rec-type
singing to get more done much faster.
Everyone’s invented solutions
though only a few stay as they were once
invented in passing time...
passing to make it good or bad.
it’s just some passing time
to pass around
to pass it on and on and on and on and on (and so on).

It’s something it never was
and you’re responsible for everything:
Polarity and “solarity” and circles and squares,
singing, “For Gold, Gospel and Glory.”
Everybody is someone
and nothing is something for sure
more than just something
in all of this passing time.

-1978

Friday, November 16, 2012

Scenes From Two Restaurants!

She calls her son, Bam Bam,
the lady in the gyro shop.
He recited the Old Testament books,
the husband who ate his gyro w/ hot sauce.

Genesis to Exodus and all those Proverbs--
life's changes sometimes stay the same
sometimes a wrinkle in our face
tweaking us as we age.
Life!!!!

He was skinny in school,
his bones and belly grew slowly,
his mind it quickened as he soul-searched
with his wife of 30 years--never lonely!

Genesis to Exodus and all those Proverbs--
life's changes sometimes stay the same
sometimes a wrinkle in our face
tweaking us as we age.
Life!!!!

I rode with a familiar voice
to your girl's graduation.
We both wore green at your wedding
That's what they wore at this celebration.

Say hey, evolution
we once had a revolution
and in the end, it's just personal
these revelations in our relations.
Life... in the beginning through our continuations...

Genesis to Exodus and all those Proverbs--
life's changes sometimes stays the same
sometimes a wrinkle in our face
tweaking us as we age.

Friday, November 9, 2012

PRETEND MY WORLD IS A PERSON

Photo of the Standard Hotel, After Power Restored Nov. 3, 2012

(Mother Nature's 9-11 Riddle Poem)

Pretend my world is a person,
who has a short time
Pretend my world has friends
who she gives much to
Pretend these friends take,
but do not care for her
What would you say
What would you say
What would you do?

Pretend these friends have friends
who really do care
Pretend those friends are scared
to stay on their course
Pretend that path connects
to someone who cares
What would you say
What would you say
What would you do?

Pretend this is for real
for it really really is
Pretend the real can be healed
for you know you can
Pretend to be an angel
who will help the world.
What would you say
What would you say?
What would you do?

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

What Would Jesus Do?

What's your opinion
I ask of the lady troubadour
should you wear a dress to get more fans?
She always says, "'would Dylan do it,'
and if I don't think he would, I wouldn't..."
but who are you?

If Dylan does it, what about Jesus
Who's to say, who's to judge
that I can or can't sing my groove
Who knows what's good enough
Can I make a guess?

Question my judgment
if I do, I lack the confidence
if you do, it's your problem all right.
my friend the communist says get opinions
like, should I smile?

If Dylan does it, what about Jesus
Who's to say, who's to judge
that I can or can't sing my groove
Who knows what's good enough
Can I make a guess?

If I can't find a soul
should I hide from the world
or just tie my own bow
and say it was done by some girl
who always does it right?
I say, Oh no...
I did it myself
I put the pain, the blame and the gain on myself
I think it myself--she don't care anyway!
it's not about Dylan
ain't about Jesus,
just me, with my consult

Thank you Jesus.
Thank you, Me!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

My Life As A Tree

wonder why
the apple seed I swallowed
didn't grow inside of me?
It wasn't the apple, just the seed
I never cultivated myself to be Eve, just me.

My body
sprouted like a metaphor
as a garden as I'm growing
I've water, minerals exuding
fertilizer, enriched by sunflowers
instead of nuclear tar... hmmm, maybe eat a peach pit!

Hello sun
Been faking it as I been making it
there comes a point when you know
you're a rockstar in more than your mind
and more barometers turning Andromeda's head

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Couldn't Channel My Angst

Angst was born in '49,
1849.
The word.
Why?
'Cause the world had issues
brother vs. brother
shot cannons at each other

Too much Angst, not enough me
How do I win friends?
Listen
Ask
'Cause it's you who has the needs
You like & You need
I see what you're feeling

Pay it forward, karma comes and goes
Let's talk about you
Tell me
Cry
I am merely your vessel
Fill me & You flow
What else may I do you for?

Angst immigrated in '40?
1944?
'43?
'1?
America welcomes Angst
with cheers & with tears
salutations so clear,
you'd think we'd be sure.