Friday, September 28, 2012

Three Days

Surrounded by the humble masses
As gentle as the dying man's last breath,
She stands consumed by soot and ashes...
The ruins of hope; the triumph of death.

He was not the savior she thought him to be.
He was nothing more than the future of the past.
Only a matter of time before she would see
His masquerade shattered, his true face at last.

And there on the hill, the faithful, they waited.
The end come and gone, leaving nothing but time.
Away she did wander, no longer elated.
Compassion her virtue.
Impatience her crime.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Make Up Your Mind (Mr. Sunshine)

Make up your mind, Mr. Sunshine,
Are you going to shine on me today?
What do you say, will you come out to play
And bathe me in your golden rays?

It seems so unfair, as if you don't care,
The way you are here and then gone away.
So what do you say, will you wait here and stay?
Will you stick by my side, come what may?

Now here comes the moon... Where was he at noon?
So now you are leaving, the sky still gray?
I feel the decay of the night eat away
At even the warmth that you gave me today.

If you were my friend you would stay till the end,
Yet you disappear each and every day.
And then your display, so often waylaid,
Must leave me the world in a darker shade.

Friday, July 1, 2011


The old man knows
What the son must learn,
On the highway of life
Where the wheels turn.

Where lessons are taught
And dreams fulfilled,
Where hope can bloom
Or be easily killed.

Where boy becomes man
And man becomes child,
Where life can be reckless
And things can get wild.

Where joy is found
If you pay the price.
And those who gamble
Live by the dice.

Where father and son
Find the strength to unite.
As the son slips away,
The father holds tight.

Where everything lost
Is forever entwined
With hope that tomorrow
It is love we find.

Down a dangerous road...

Friday, April 1, 2011

Mumbo Jumbo Makes a Watery Stew

Hocus pocus, glockenspiel.
Riki Tiki Tavi makes me squeal.
Hey this pickle, is it dill?
My testicles they feel unreal.

Ixnay on the Obi Wan!
{My best friend's dog is Genghis Khan.}
For a Star Wars theme now mention Han...
The Falcon, she's an ugly swan.

Mumbo jumbo hullabaloo.
Did you know my love is true?
It's not my fault. I'm rubber glue.
I bounce around but stick to you.
[And you.} <And you.> |And you.|

Can you taste the atmosphere?
Feel the heartbeats getting near?
Do you know the thing you fear?
Harshest pain or warmest beer?

Don't ask questions. Live the lie.
And if you question, don't ask why
That angry man he had to die.
I love the glow of a napalm sky.

Cadavers dance upon the throne.
Bill Bixby has an ice cream cone.
Who built the Arc? Hey, was it Joan?
Now suddenly I feel alone.

Porky Pig likes barbecue.
I wonder how he'd season you?
Paprika, just a pinch or two?
He thinks you'd make a tasty stew.

Someone out there's watching me.
Or could it be insanity?
But I'm not crazy, don't you see?
It's just my mind is finally...

Freedom is an ugly curse.
But tyranny is even worse.
Either way it fills the purse,
Fills the tank and fills the hearse.

I know the rules but play no game.
I know the face; forget the name.
You are not the one you claim.
Your secret safe within your shame.

Spirits that are tempting you
Mesmerize you with voodoo.
You are a pawn of you-know-who.
It isn't AIDS, it's just the flu.

Who are you weirdos mocking me?
Get out of here, now go quickly!
Oh wait a sec, who has my key?
So this is how it's gonna be?

Guess I knew it all along.
Before I even wrote this song.
I meant "poem"! Ban ping-pong!
Google this: Falun Gong!

Hocus pocus, glockenspiel.
You must have had some time to kill.
You made it through, hey, what's the deal?
My testicles still feel unreal.

The End. Or something much like it.