Tuesday, September 23, 2014
The glass is full
The glass is full
and I am blessed that I live well
while others groan in a deep heart wrenching sorrow
walking thru the valley of emptiness and longing
while others are raw from whatever is cutting them
I get to drop words onto this page like water dropping
sometimes a trickle or a plop drop of morning dew
the glass is made of crystal I am putting you on pause
go hold that thought and I will return with water yes
my cells call for pure clean unobliterated well water
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Dreamtime
In dreamtime I be transported to Ireland yet again
The turn of to Leckpatrick and Artigarvan roads
are not far from the village of Ballymagorry now
Harriet Dunne is driving a grey van and smiles
The turn off is guarded by a big black iron fence
To keep the cattle from roaming onto the road
The main Derry Strabane road the new road built
In the early nineteen sixties. George Watt died
shortly after that new road opened he crashed
He did not understand the new flow of traffic
A sweet kind gentle soul his moterbike mangled
Why am I transported to Ireland now and there
what am I doing at this spot where memory lives
Of mother dear glorified gracious mother's shoes
She carried her going to town shoes in her bag
and changed her country walking shoes there
Just before we caught the bus to Strabane her
country shoes wrapped in brown paper left in
the bushes where the small birds sang and ate
berries my mother's shoes would reside untill
the bus dropped us of in the late afternoon sun
Am I transported here in dreamtime to find a
pair of my mother's perfect shoes to walk home
home to myself to the future and be like Harriet
Dunne happy secure and safe to be myself again
The turn of to Leckpatrick and Artigarvan roads
are not far from the village of Ballymagorry now
Harriet Dunne is driving a grey van and smiles
The turn off is guarded by a big black iron fence
To keep the cattle from roaming onto the road
The main Derry Strabane road the new road built
In the early nineteen sixties. George Watt died
shortly after that new road opened he crashed
He did not understand the new flow of traffic
A sweet kind gentle soul his moterbike mangled
Why am I transported to Ireland now and there
what am I doing at this spot where memory lives
Of mother dear glorified gracious mother's shoes
She carried her going to town shoes in her bag
and changed her country walking shoes there
Just before we caught the bus to Strabane her
country shoes wrapped in brown paper left in
the bushes where the small birds sang and ate
berries my mother's shoes would reside untill
the bus dropped us of in the late afternoon sun
Am I transported here in dreamtime to find a
pair of my mother's perfect shoes to walk home
home to myself to the future and be like Harriet
Dunne happy secure and safe to be myself again
Guantanamo
Who started this God Dam war anyway
The 12th January 1991 America invades
Kuwait but wait and wait and wait now
Children were playing hide and go seek
Now they are glued to a computer screen
Killing every moment killing and for what
Who invented drones
Guantanamo interesting name that historical
Out of an old John Wayne movie western
Who created Muslim Who created Christian
Damn sure Jesus never said that never did
All the elders are kind
Gonna lay down my sword and shield down
by the river side down by the riverside
gonna lay down my sword and shield down
by the river side and study war no more
I aint gonna study war no more aint gonna
study war no more..study war no more
I aint gonna study war no more aint gonna
study war no more
Lieutenant Colonel Gordon Cucullu big name
You say Guantanamo good place now where
all is well and them bad boys are sealed now
You say mistakes were made but not now
Who started this fight that cannot be stopped
Who created this hell hole of existence at the
end of a gun or a land mine or an overhead
drone that drops a bomb on your family yard
Guantanamo who are you why are you and
when will we see the light a day again where
peace becomes the normal and this insanity
stops so we can dance love and be still again
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