went for a walk

early morning half awake air is cold damp
as grandfather sun rises in the east

dog guides me up the road
into the path of sun
blessed Jesus Christ
you shine into my soul core
I find myself alive again
in the moment of time

Firework explodes near by

Took a break from dancing came to my car
closed the door as a firework exploded
near by - my silence scream rent the sky
no one can explain this horror terror
split me apart that sound ahhhhhhhhhh
Ban war
ban weapons
ban war
ban weapons

I am a million pieces of anger shrapnel

peace me
peace me
Peace me
Peace me........together again please

The game of terror

Raven warns not to fook with the magic
the sacred law is the only law to use
Omar you were just a good son caught
in the old game to war of your father
kill is their only call kill the soul
you languish in Guantanamo for years
stood your ground on their lies
They have used a million rocket launches
killing children by the score

Poor solider gets a bullet in the eye
play with fire man your still alive

Poor solider ends up dead carry a gun man
its all in your head dead head

SOng sing

mystic you celtic space warrior
dancing the void between mirror notes
free body soul to dance the light
the light fandangle when you give up
on life life gives up on you
telepathic soul dancer rhythm
when you give up on life life gives
up on you" megan penned them words"
when you give up on life life gives

up on you

This day in mine

This day is mine and I haul horse manure
across the island to the next one over
I haul four wheel barrows of good shit
The rabbi trades me apples and candles
I tell him now is the time to plant garlic

Spunky the wonder truck will be a veteran
the tape deck is grand the music is celtic
the sea is smooth and the tunes fit well
four wheel barrows of stallion manure to
grow fine strong white bulbs of garlic

what more could one ask for than peace
earth soil and horse shit for life

if only every day were like this one

The Rain of Terror

Standing on ancient Derry walls waiting

hundred and hundreds of people marching
in muffled anger as black clad priests
tried to hold them back some had sticks
maybe broom handles or spade handles
waving them a contained sea of anger
with no sound they walked to the gates
this is Derry August 9th 1969

Standing on ancient Derry walls waiting
we had no idea the RUC were so blind

Van Morrison interviews Jian Ghomeshi

The audience comes
along with you
Unconsciously in a
light trace
Fame is a projection
by the propagandists


Van you are 64
famously internal

I have much more knowledge

Musically I am in the moment
transcend a neutral state
it just is and you are there

to ask a singer to speak his song
is like asking a red robin why he

sings

Big tall woman comes to visit

She stumbles thru life relating only to her art
her photographs of nature of talking trees
human beings defy her reality and her head
is all ashew from too many brain injuries
her journey in life is only with abstract
her life is abstract the poor dear woman
she imagines her death now in the snow
where a minus seven will take her onwards
she is a pain in the ass as a guest always
never washes her plates or cooks a meal
she is seventy and will be on a bus soon

Miners

Waiting for each one to come back from underground
the love in palpable as each one emerges to the top
back to the earth surface back to fresh air and light
around the world a sigh of relief gratitude and joy
men being born from the womb of mother earth
men coming back from the deep in a round tube
each one wearing dark glasses to protect eyes
what an effort of all involved what a journey
when so many die this is a story of power
this is a story of a people who have suffered
down thru time and now they get to really
celebrate the love that is current and strong
around we the world we midwifed them back
men from the heart of mother earth men alone

The end of my tether

Its an expression I use when I want to scream
at everyone in the room piss off leave me be
Its only myself that I am screaming at really
It only means I have not not taken time to
be in my own state of grace. I take a walk
in the bright brisk fresh air of the early morn

Its the messy disorder of rooms the feng shui
is all wrong I need a sledge hammer to take
out halls and lift floors and put in doorways
maybe its a bigger house I need in Mexico
with hallways of rust colored brown tile
rooms filled with vases of flowers scenting

Our lives are way to busy he makes things
builds speakers looks for things all day
I follow him answering every question
where is that thing he put down yesterday
where is that thing he needs right now
why was he head injured in the first place

When I am at the end of my tether I feel
sorry for myself and wish I was away far
far from this bloody little house with its
too small rooms where nothing fits well
then I want to walk bare foot on sand
in and have only dinner to contemplate