Damp ones

The fatherless fallen and demoted
Tis a world without mercy
world so lacking in compassion
and all excuses are held bible firmly

They come from across the swamp bleak and animal
Frowns that I must scrub into smiles
And the kings convict them and condemn them
And the world helps shun them

But I rip the curtain
And appeal to high god
For these broken men should live on
taste the sweetest flavors of destiny

And in the low forests in their minds
Wrought with foul creatures
Should we not give them dreams
The ones that are clasped like swords
To slay the beasts that surround them

Alas they feed the beasts
from the fodder of the highest and most pompous
their coveted posts
The carcass falls half eaten to the fatherless
They look up like blinded martians invaded

My hand is always here
to the swamp bleak and animals
Ignored people pushed to one side
In no one trust, in no one confide

Get a promotion Joe

The coin that spins on time
The urge for song and rhyme
desires suave currency
A chunk of your life sacrificed for it all

The movie brand blue sky
The happy tears that superstars cry
Gratitude grips the trophy
And thank you speeches remain lofty

The panel glimmers
reflects a lifestyle a winner
Ambition wakes you gravely
Bills and family
back you go to sleep like a baby

The post above is a crystal glass
A quarter full of arrogance is a must
Progress dictates you drink
Three quarters of ass kissing bubbly pink

You are just about as good as branded
a good head a cattle low demand
Conformity must be exciting
promotion Christmas Santa Disneyland
Ice cream in heaven my down to earth servant.

The truth about light and dark

The dark and the light squabble
They fight over the late afternoon...
aggressively
We can all pick sides, pretend we are not both

Love those serene interiors all pale all the time, all the way
Settle in to the planned light and shadow lack on white clay

In a room full of round objects unhealthily clean
Not an edge or corner can be seen there
and pale light can get into or under anywhere
Now that's a hell excessive, a no exit adult daycare

Love those artistic paintings three strokes of red
Multi dabble patch in the background, inspiration bled
quasi abstract and hoping to remain unsaid
A communist pond fishless but cluttered
A catholic pool predictably devoid of color

Now spring has taken the hemisphere charmingly
The light agrees with dark for the day in harmony
shaking hands upside down over the sunset
Winter was a tedious film editor long cuts of night
Developing everything with less participation of light

Love those long shadows that never deflate
 superheroes wear and call capes
Never truly giving in to the visual truth of samaritanism
Our minds crave an accessory to keep us in the prison
Imposed as fantasy against our soft needy confusion
ooohh swing me deep in your arms illusions

For light white and dark black do conspire
hark they do every earthly day
for the truth is possessed
by the haze in grey

Near heaven

The next column comes through
The next leaf buds open
Nature keeps moving forward
With the right water, soil and sun

Perfect shapes that emulate the universe's design
Whose fruit and flowers often allow us
to see and taste divine

The next ring in the trunk
The next crown of branches
Nature as royal and holy in it's habits as ever
Without pollution we live near heaven

Handed me the laces

The disorganized exodus
Houses in disarray
Vehicles stuck and arguments too
I left sneakers without laces

Without my souvenirs
or my California box
Through the small canyon
To the rear of some shanty town

Past the school kids who'd trained their sarcasm
And into a house
There stood a humble man who knew my doubts
Laces in his hands

He said those who go about tying double bows
Will harvest much when they are young
But those who have just enough to tie one bow
Will harvest most with what they know

Drying pants hanging off the pine

How deep and hungry is the devil's stomach, tell the truth
When he sends out killers to chase us down, we herds of humans
This field we've been left to run in, random trees and suspense
The cave man still in us running now cattle in a fence

Those drying pants in the wind
the man appears out of nowhere to master his sin
I looked up at the confident pine and saw the pant's size
They were hanging and swaying and singing goodbye

One blade, one man and a dozen people screaming for help
running through the field for their lives, every man for himself
unable to cooperate and overpower the maniac, fear in mode
The devil's stomach digested the whole terrible episode

And in the church where everyone forgot themselves
The knife was placed with care next to the alter bells
As the people and their killer prayed in silence
Soon to return to their hysterical running from the violence 

Gold did I seek

The small reservoir at the foot of the rocky hill
so silent and clear its water yellowy brown
reflecting the algae and the color of the stones
No fish just still clear water a meter or so deep

There is gold in there, I the punter said my thirsty wealth wanter
And sure enough there were signs, but I couldn't get it out in time
I'd surely dreamed of finding a nugget up that stream
The hill cutting the wind slowing it sharply making it pleasant as a park

At the foot of that hill rocky and calm
guava trees shading the muddy margins
That is where I reached in to get my handful of gold
alas nothing more precious than quartz did I hold