Some poems recently refound or written


By the end of this mumbling rant I will have proved my point (spring 2005) ( when I have made this much much better I will call it "driving along the inter-state of the planet")

Driving along 94,
several cars more
than im use to dealing with
trying to relate to it, that bird
flying over the collected masses of rock, metal oil
mass produced and in motion
become that bird like Siddhartha
Realize
We ought to be living our lives introspecting
collecting -data to inherit in the next life
the net life and collective of us all
share and repair, old wounds under new moons

instead we move ahead of ourselves
building what we hope for a better tomorrow
having not accepted the wisdom of our former lives
I yawn and sigh..... im getting older and the day is colder than
yesterday but sunny!
I stroke my half ass beard returning to the moment and BRAKE,

and collect my fear and bundle it up tight like winter mornings before the
bus arrives.
Try to interpret the billboards, fancy store lighting and why im drawn in
smell of the air is thick with old factories burning and spewing sewage
into our already polluted shit.
That river starts with a clear trickle I seen it...

I wonder about those bush stickers, bumpers just asking to be bumped,
high structured signs displaying gas prices meant to be pumped
lumping all the words that rhyme into one jumble and find ourselves stumped
about what to do and whom with
“they” make their choices leave “us” to deal with the consequences

fly solo
little bird
you have lost your permission to fly in groups
shotguns and rifles our legacy
you the menace
we want our fields with no FLOCKS
our hair with no locks and poor with NO SOCKS
to better make the references to Jesus as a poor man, gathering
gather me up o lord and shelter my eyes as you know I have kept them open
too long and Im blinded with SELF PITY as I look upon MY CITY and see all
those I NEED to be kept IN NEED,
so I can remain with the ability to sing my song.

Too long... Lord too long... And we di-sect you then tri 4,5,6,7,8,9 sect
you for I set you upon an alter and the rest set you upon your knees,
or the other way around if you please
just know that I am the wise one who follows....

Hollow images, I digress much from the point
and hopefully soon there is a point
cuz if we remain this stubborn way, we will soon have to press play
to see green grass and blue skies and animals with cute furry tails and
shit.... ha oh snap in your face!!!! Consider it proven


Emergent (spring 2005)
we’re finding faults in our partitions, sometimes they inhibit our flow
but a better process is a solution unknown
and we go
forward in our bliss
piss faced and belligerent
finding that where we left off has moved on
as in motion
and the notion that relationships flow with out our approval is curious
but renewal seems a strange step back when we have gone this far,
Strange devotion it is that sets us at distance
and makes us mildly irritable when in the courts of first instance
we ask to make an appeal
not really understanding our rights
the decision
the mission of the dreary world mildly mystifying us and wrapped around our
thighs and corduroys...
makes its way up and finds just one being
Mixed reactions to the manifestations
the thought process molding the slightest divided intricacy into a world of
fantasy
conurbation in the streets according to the new mandates
merging of the sectarian
emersion of the self into the self

Confrontation (2001-2002)

America I have seen children fall at your feet
beg for a penny or something to eat felt sick as you looked away
as if you couldn’t reach
but who am I to preach?
I done it too, bread true Red White and Blue

America I tell you now I sit in shame
while all those around me call out your name
singing and pledging to your glorious tune
all taking to that national cue
and whiting out the filthy view, They created
what else could I do? For I have seen the true Red White and Blue

America I only ask you to do what I ask of myself
try to improve, throw off the shackles of wealth
the power the greed and the hypocrisy
for after all it brought down great Rome
and we shall be next if ignorance captures our home
the vision was pure now let it be you, let me stand proud to the Red White and Blue


Idolatry (spring 2005)
(inspired by a feeling, Shakespeare’s Juliet, and the words of john
Frusciante, “we met you through your fortune, you’re made of high, you
slipped through the streams of the city, we slip your mind. How high How
high?”)

Its subtle the way you borrow our interest for moments of your
eternal-grace-us-with-your-presence and we pray for more, and talk about
you behind your back and wonder why we swoon so. Wherever you go we follow
and follow your thoughts and hope to be amongst them. The crowd of them so
illogical and genius mesmerizes if it was caught in your sweat we chase
after with sponges and rags and catch every drop the closer to your
intellect the better. Yet as you strut which we call a walk, we begin to
notice the swing, we begin to notice we’re disposable you need but snap and
have several new believers the cult of outside the box thinking, the new
popularity and we all become junior high students again worried about the
notes and maybe for a few of us the joints in our lockers. Its unjust I
pin this on you! Its unjust you jest this way with our hearts all too
unnecessary palpitations. I palpitate for you, forgive me. I palpitate
against you, forgive me. You’re at least one sin to me, give me time to
figure out which for it changes by the minute and by your very real facial
gestures. Gesturing this way and that and ever so often gesturing in our
direction and capturing our soul and squeezing as if to allow us to breathe
again and then cutting us off mid breath to hold it so as not to make a
sound or disturb your ear the hair on your neck your thought process. Your
very beautiful poetic nonsense that we don’t even threaten to imagine
questioning, redirecting, but only passing on “oh my God did you hear what was said?” As if it wasn’t already echoed through the halls of our very
real eternity caught in sitting at your table and walled away abruptly at
the whim of your indifference. Please tell me a story a joke a word off
your tongue but end it sweetly with a smile and I’ll die in contentment for
awhile. Oh its not right I blame this on you, its not right the way you
show you blame us with your inconsistent attention. Package yourself and
not your derision, sell us disks we can replay on our computers our
music players our instrument of choice, we will play games with you and
know joy we will walk with you playing in our ears and know bright days, we
will spoon feed ourselves you and not know hunger we will touch ourselves
with you and place you inside us and know true fulfillment. We will cry
with you and laugh and dream and sigh, cover our wounds with you, mask our
frail and freakish insides with you, sing with you, walk and talk with you,
smoke you as comforting as opium pillows, cuddle with you, throw away our
piggy banks cuz who needs change? Throw away our addictions cuz who needs
anything at all when as one with your glory?

Bullshit!!(2001-2002)

The white blue and Red bull
acting from enraged soul
finds itself bleeding at its core
no one asking “What’d they do this for?”
Just hunting the “terrorist” matador
he strategically steps left
hiding in a cave
or flying in a new jet
bully asking “how do we fight?”
The matador steps right
sneaks off into the night
makes missiles of our commercial flights.

The white blue and RED bull
still got its hands full
stomping on dirt at its feet
cement rubble from a greed street
who planted this seed? WE
watch on our 62 inch TV
the nations at war
more innocent death all that we see
they say that empires fall
but Americans dance in the halls
knowing bush can make the call
6 billion dead!! To keep our flag standing tall.

America's current values (2001-2002)
An entire nation guilty of mass murder and rape
but the crowd and the cameras
turn their back at that line of yellow tape
and we all go on believing that the great dream is fine
while the victims are piled without justice or an outline

A face in a crowd of people with dark skin
somehow less important then the comfort
the future of the ones who commit the mass sin
and on and on it goes till the day our greed
makes the last soul of light succumb to the evil deed

Who is to blame the leader? The few?
The ones who choose to ignore
what they knew to be true?
The ones who went on without a care
never understanding the weight they “allowed” others to bear..

The powerfully ignorant have been given a new name
Stupid Americans!
A cause for all to blame
for only they could watch as a beautiful dream
destroys all around them as it falls apart at the seams

If money is the root what is it that squares?
When is enough enough?
At what point do we share?
If a value transfusion is all we need to make the start
lets proceed with the operation, remove this cancer from our heart!


1.

The beads, Andy on sax, Abe on vocals, i sort of know tht dude in the middle but i cant ever remember his name. they were sweet though.

So mike is no RA
no Egyptian God etc. which doesnt bother me, cept no extra dinero. so i guess i got to be cheap from now on....right yeah.

The Beads played a great fuckin show at the common cup, some pics will be up in a sec, cowboys of funk -show so little blues and country (johnny cash)

oh yeah and now were all trying to decide where the hell we should live cuz we have choices in life.
mike is more awesomer than krystin (shes trying to beat me at life)

we played like 3-4 games of RISK this weekend lots of time on our hands.