Category: Writings

Look out my window, green leaves and trees

Look the other see hard and cold self-destruction

our planet will be here when we are gone

then it won’t be ours to keep, another will take that

the illusion of dominion has made us proud and strong

and with that pride comes arrogance and how the mighty will fall

 

how do we escape the trap that we have laid

how do we change it so our kids can have a chance

by caring for each other, no matter race or creed

by stopping thieves who steal our common good and unity

by telling those in power to listen to our words

or believe you me, the revolution will be in our streets

 

is the path we’re on the right one to see our future clear

or have we gone down a road that leads to hate and fear

our leaders and their masters and their minions will never tell

that it is greed that drives their lives and leads us all to hell

there’s one way out, to tell them all that this is not the way

they must know and truly fear that one day there will be hell to pay

 

what we’re doing to our world is truly sad to see

shortsighted acts and greedy men will make it hard to be

the balance tipped our children’s lives will surely be destroyed

all for a dollar in the bank that can’t be used as food

there’s no easy way to pull us from the brink

if we change it now we act to make it better one far day

When will love rule

our lives. Fear forgotten

and everyone has what

they need

in bread and insight

With a long way to go, the world spins into itself, around and down. We struggle to keep our head above water, climbing up from down and thinking we’re there, but the summit is merely a foothill.

Time to take my head away

Put it on the shelf for another day

In my house and on the street

I don’t need my head to feel the beat.

Stop the train or I’ll jump off

It don’t matter what the cost.

Take my car and take my TV

It’s finally time to start to free me.

Get out of my mind

Get out of my eyes

Get out of my heart

I’m finally gonna try.

I won’t be dumb

I won’t be blind

I won’t be cold

I’m finally gonna fly.

This is the end of my world

I’m taking you with me

Out to freedom unfurled

I’ll finally be free free.

The thought of her makes my heart ache

I just know she’ll make my heart break

But why, oh why, do I go back to that place?

Won’t you help me get this woman off my mind?

Please help me, I’ve gotta get the thought behind.

‘Cause I know if I don’t do it,

I’ll be one of the hurtin’ kind.

I go to bed at night, get up the next day

All I think about is gettin’ back to your place.

Somebody’s gotta help me, I can’t shake this nasty bind.

Somebody’s gotta help me, she always looks so damn fine.

No matter how I try,

I’m gonna lose my mind.

I’ve got the Lizabeth Jones, I need some every day.

I’ve got the Lizabeth Jones, I can’t seem to get away.

This jones’ll keep me coming,

Way on past my dying day.

The sound on the street hurts my ears,

It sears my eyes, it clouds my mind.

I need to go somewhere else to find,

I need to go elsewhere to clear,

To empty the chaos around me.

Stay with me, hold my hand.

I need to rest, to recover the land,

The sea, the sky, the stars.

We won’t go far,

We’ll be free.

Will you join me on this journey,

The voyage everlasting.

My ship awaits,

to sing, to fly,

An eagle’s path will guide me.

C’mon inside, you’re livin’ in the USA

There’s lotsa crime, you’re livin’ in the USA

Gonna do some time, livin’ in the USA

We don’t want you here, we’re living in fear,

Livin’ in the USA

We want your money, livin’ in the USA

Don’t try nothin’ funny, livin’ in the USA

Its a paradise, livin’ in the USA

We’ll tell you lies, it’s all a disguise,

Livin’ in the USA

It’s not so bad, livin’ in the USA

Sometimes you’re glad, livin’ in the USA

I’d get out right now, livin’ in the USA

I’ll take the vow, help you make it somehow,

Livin’ in the USA

Take my word, you wanna be with me.

I don’t care what you say, I’ll set you free.

C’mon and dance, let’s play at romance.

I’ll try to keep you, just give me a chance.

I swear to you, I’ll let you be.

No matter what we do, you’re safe with me.

I’ll help you along, sing your favorite song.

I’ll try to keep you, I won’t go wrong.

Let’s take it slow, you don’t have to go.

Please stay here now, just don’t say no.

We don’t have to fight, sit here in the warm moonlight.

I’ll try to keep you if it takes all night.

Take my freedom, throw it away

It won’t matter to me, don’t need it anyway.

If you swear to me that you won’t leave,

Won’t break my heart, won’t make me grieve.

I’ll stay with you for all my days,

If you swear to me that you won’t leave.

Take my heart, keep it with you,

I trust you to keep it safe.

All the time I hope you’ll be true,

Please don’t leave, I know I’ll be blue.

I’ll stay with you forever,

If you swear to me that you won’t leave.

Take my soul, I’ll give it to you,

I’m sure you’ll keep it near.

When I’m gone it’s yours to use,

While it’s in your hands I’ll never fear.

I’ll stay with you for all of time,

If you swear to me that you won’t leave.

What’s going on? Suddenly I sing a song.

I’m tingling, a nightingale singing.

With thoughts of you, my heart flutters too.

I look in your eyes, it’s joy I cry.

Wait. We go too fast.

I want this happiness to last.

Let’s walk a while, I want to see your smile.

Let’s enjoy each other, without space we’ll smother.

If we go slow, time is ours to know.

And tomorrow will come, my sweetheart you’ve become.

Do I need to show you

Exactly how I feel?

Do I have to climb a bridge,

Do I have to steal?

If I should go away

And never come back,

Will you still believe

that my love won’t lack?

Signs of my affection
I’m working every day.

Signs of my affection

I’ll never go away.

Whenever I think of you

My heart leaps in my chest.

Whatever they think of you

I know that you’re the best.

All the time I’m around you,

The smile won’t leave my face.

Now that I know that forever I’m yours

There’s no one to take your place.

Signs of my affection
I’m working every day.

Signs of my affection

I’ll never go away.

Light and life mirrors,

reflect and refract

the soul and existence.

To shine and to receive,

these are each our call.

To amplify and transform,

these are each our answer.

A flying arrow

A thought

A direction of travel

The work of our life.

To live here and now

To give and receive

To love all around you

The destiny of all life.

Silver stars arch a cerise sky,

I pause to cross a stony brook.

A zephyr caresses my cheek and musses my hair,

as I run an errand of love.

Dusk blazes orange-red tendrils,

tearing a purple sky to glory.

I rest my weary feet and think,

what will the end of my travel bring?

The path I walk dissolves,

white mists of forgetfulness.

My journey is now a search,

my destination but a future memory.

Looking for America.

Trying to find myself in the

faces of everyone I see

on the freeway, in restaurants, and searching for love

at night.

Looking for America.

Asking for a place,

a moment in your heart,

somewhere to rest my head and call

home.

The goal of all of us

in the end.

Up

down.

In

out.

Left

right.

True

sight.

Rain fell hard on the road, creating rainbow streaked puddles of oily water reflecting the lights of the distant port.

Crabs skittered across the asphalt, braving destruction by oncoming a-g fields, on their way to ancient instinctual appointments.

Light flared as a car topped the next hill, then disappeared. Light flared again, twin spotlights erasing the dark. The car stopped, then sank to the ground as the a-g field was cut. The door opened with a sigh and a hiss, tendrils of ammonia and methane steaming in the cold night air. A gloved hand reached out and plucked a crab from the road. The door closed, then opened a moment later. A crab soon followed, trailing epithets and loud laughter from the car. The a-g field whined to life and the car sped off into the night.

Sparks glinted, following the crab as it skittered back to its home in the tide pool.

*** ***

Suddenly the night was banished in favor of day. Rodale looked up and muttered, “Never a moments peace with that port nearby.” He went back to shining the silvered sphere he had discovered in a tide pool while crabbing that morning. He hummed as he worked.

Gradually the sphere began to hum as he did. Not noticing it, he continued to rub the sphere, but soon the sound grew loud enough for him to hear. He stopped humming in surprise, and the sphere stopped. He started humming and the sphere started humming as well.

“A parrot,” he thought, and said “Hello.” The sphere replied “Hrmmo.” Rodale laughed and the sphere tinkled with parrot laughter, making Rodale laugh harder, in a spiral to a merry crescendo.

“Well,” Rodale thought, “the port does have some benefits. This orb is probably worth a chit or two.”

He resumed shining the sphere, as his thoughts turned to the happy prospect of boat repairs, new boots and gloves, supplies, and maybe a hot shower, shave, a soft bed and bedmate even. The sphere began to warm in his hands as he continued to shine it. It was a warm and intimate feeling, and the sphere echoed his emotion. He grew sleepy, as it was late, and he slept the quiet sleep of a satisfied soul.

The port market was crowded with every type of merchant, beggar, thief, tourist, and non-human remnant scatterings of a thousand worlds. The clatter, noise, and distractions did not affect Rodale in the slightest as he cradled the sphere under his cloak. It tingled in his hand, echoing his anticipation of the business soon to be conducted.

He finally reached his merchant friend Teeline’s shop in a quieter, more prosperous section of the market. Chimes announced his entry, and Teeline brightened at the sight of his old friend.

“How are the tide pools these days, Rodie?” Teeline grinned as he shook Rodale’s hand.

“Always the same, always different, Tee,” Rodale replied. “How’s the rag trade?”

“Always different, always the same, Rodie,” Teeline said, completing their ritual greeting.

The stars shone with impersonal brilliance as Jones jetted to the surface of the asteroid. This rescue mission was hopeless, as he could already see the liner cracked open like an ostrich egg eaten by snakes, debris strewn for kilometers along the furrow behind the ship.

He was a professional, and would duly carry out his assignment regardless of his own opinion.

As he approached the ship, he could see flames coming from holes in the hull. “Hm, escaping gas. Maybe I will find some survivors,” he thought, then dismissed it out of hand. His judgment was too good for that.

He circled the ship and his helmet relayed the view to his lighter. There were no other fires that he could see on IR, so he dropped inside through one of the larger cracks in the hull.

His suit light and spotlight came on and revealed a jumble of crates, luggage and their contents. Clothes, food, machine goods, jewelry, the product of a hundred star systems lay scattered like dragon treasure. “The cargo hold,” muttered Jones as he pulled up the ship’s schematic on his visor. After a moment, a blinking cursor showed his position. He instructed his computer to locate the fire and display a path there. The computer told him the odds of him losing his life if he tried to rescue someone from the fire. He chuckled and started down the path indicated by the computer. As he skirted debris, bodies and frantic cleaning robots, he noticed that he was gaining weight. He checked the G meter and told the computer to find the passage to the bridge. “I was wrong, someone just turned on G.” He tongued the transmitter and sent the message to the circling rescue ship. “Someone just turned G’s on, I’m going to the bridge.”

His boss replied, “OK, but watch the fires.”

He skirted more debris, bodies and frantic robots on his way to the bridge. As the bridge approached, his weight increased until he had to fire up his suit’s A-G. The closer he got to the bridge, the more the gees piled up. Outside the bridge door, it read 15 gees. He whistled, his radio squawked, and his boss asked what the hell was going on.

“Gees are up to 15 earth, boss.”

His boss whistled, and the radio squawked. “Damn that radio. Go slow, Jones.”

“Gotcha, boss. Over.”

Jones pressed the open button. It lit but the door didn’t open. He opened the panel, and stared at melted wires. “Gotta blast it,” he decided, and moved to the corner at the end of the corridor. He aimed the pulse laser at the bridge door and fired. Nothing happened. He fired again. Still nothing. He pressed the diagnostic button. It blinked green at him. “Oh, oh¼,” he thought. “This is not a good sign.”

Something began drawing him towards the bridge door. “Boss, something’s pulling me towards the bridge.”

The cool geometry of pool and neon clashed with the revelry that night. I stayed until 4, but it got too weird even for me. (I had lost $200 anyways) I toyed with going home, but I didn’t need the shit I’d get, so I went back to the bar for a beer and a few rounds of pool-strictly professional. I left with the sun and came out up $35. I was walking home & met J-the guy who threw the party. I asked him why he was out with a party under full throttle (without some control, these parties tended to explode-even the police stay away) He said “I recruited one of your housemates.” “How did you do that?” “She owed me a favor” “Which one and what kind of favor?” “Jan B and none of your business, nosy.” “Whatever-so what are you doing out anyways?” “Fresh air and some smokes” “Kool-I’ll be back. Later.” “Later.”

We walked our separate ways. I found out later that someone died and he was going to get a fixer.

Loss, alienation and despair.

Words are imperfect pictures reflecting cloudy mental states.

Transient feelings, emotions, flutter across barren mental deserts of despair, illuminating black figures cloaked in sadness.

Misery clouds life with soupy fog, and searching for relief topples statues of former happiness, crashing life to emptiness.

Broken lights of optimism flash hard comfort and vanish.

Laughter and light appear, and are swallowed by gray indifference.

Love is lost in fog, disappearing as if never alive.

Three shadows arise, taking form from the darkness, appearing as voids and erasing all that exists around them.

Life slowly disappears as the shadows grow stronger, sucking light and energy from the life around them.

Finally, the shadows recedes, and all is black nothingness, a land where none can survive.

Dim tendrils of foggy sadness drift across a barren landscape of emptiness and loss.

Gray broken columns of former happiness loom large, then crumble under closer inspection.

The sun rises as a negative, engulfing light and life.

A gray mist descends, casting sorrow over twisted hills and sodden swamp.

As the mist engulfs the land, all color, light and happiness fades to a lifeless pallor, leaving nothing but ashes, broken hopes, shattered dreams and indifference.

Lightning bolts and arcs of pain flash across ancient scars and unopened wounds, illuminating shadows that flit and disappear in the darkness.

A mist of tears clouds the sky, carrying the sound of muffled sadness and clear light, shining in shafts, offering release and freedom from worldly tragedy.

Ice cold waves of anguish crash against black shores covered with the debris of past love, hearts and happiness.