Consolation
This is me
eventually
There is comfort
in the thought
The slope I climbed
is not a slope
It is a boundless space
flat without horizons
Directionless, unencumbered
I am here
Writing old comfort
on new pages
Poetry
Aging with you
I want to see my hair turn grey while you are smiling at me I want to sit next to the sea with you, and kiss your temples every day I want to sense the slow decay of time, behind the windows of our place I want to drink the smiles from your face and ...
To respect us, is to respect this land
So today I can't write a hymn that flows well, but I want one for all the good people trying to live a life of respect for Mother Earth. Would you help me make the lyrics below sound better, express better what we aim for? Don't worry about hurting the "author's" feelings because there should ...
Let It Snowden
Oh the government spying is frightful, But the data is so delightful, And since he has no place to go, Let It Snowden, Let It Snowden, Let It Snowden It doesn't show signs of stopping, And I've bought some eaves for dropping, We've gotta be smart and lay low, Let It Snowden, Let It Snowden, ...
Looking for a rapper
we will make heard the voices of the exploited whose land and livelihood is being destroyed but who don't have the dollars to fight the white collars we will make heard the voice of the suffering grasses don't mistake me for a gangsta rapper or some fake flashy fast car leper stuck in his McMansion ...
the boys and Nietzsche
there's boys and they love their Nietzsche their friend from the brittle yellow paperback they keep between the old mattress and the squeaking bed frame thus spoke, and boyish backs strengthen thus spoke, beyond good and evil beyond the province thus spoke, untimely many auroras have dawned behind the boyish ears countless Nietzsches countless bed ...
Prayer
My Savior is the Absurd That changes faster Than my prejudice I hold my heads up To brush the world's light With my eyelashes My Savior knows What it means to be finite Everything becomes high A trumpet grows out of my nose, Or a clarinet A tuba perhaps You really can't tell Other extremities ...
Flashback
In a nation far away once lived a sad dictator Called Bush, a brainless man, but a good debater He was surrounded by savage capitalists Who manipulated him cunningly like terrorists They told Bush exactly how he ought to act and soon turned off his tiny intellect Bush was a bit unhappy with this institution ...