Thursday, June 30, 2005

If You're Lucky

Woke up this morning
With the sun in my eyes
Still reelin' from the dreams last night
Clouded my mind
...And don'tcha hate it when it's bright outside and
Ya' searchin' for your shoes
Turn to see the empty bed
Just can't shake those lonely blues

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So you find yourself alone
Wondering...how, when, and where...
And the friends that you got seem to
Really not care
About the look in your eyes,
The feel of depair,
Words of advise sayin'... ' joe,
Lifes just not fair'.

*but still you rise up
into the dawn
reach for tomorrow
because everyday comes...if you're lucky.

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Found my way home this mornin'
With the sun in my eye
Still reelin' from the things I've seen
That have clouded my mind
And don'tcha hate it when it dawns inside
This is the life you choose
Turn to see your empty bed
Never gonna shake those lonely blues...

* still you ride on
into the dawn
you dream for tomorrow
cause everyday comes
If you're lucky.

Friday, June 24, 2005

music (part 2)

So I feel like I didn't talk about Bob Marley's album Legend enough..... See it seems like the ultimate cliche' reggae c.d.,But
The fact is the compilation is so full of amazing songs that I could probably
talk about them every day.
Like... "Redemption Song" (its Bob Dylan- apocalyptic -summation of everything feel), " Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds, have no fear for atomic energy, none of them can stop the time." true. true!
or "Could you be Loved" ( the disco reggae song that ask a question...knowing full well
what the answer is.) Yes, I can be loved. "Then be loved."
What was cool about this tape to me was that it was sorta' speaking my language,
having read the Bible all my life. Very king David like. When he was a shepherd.
The music, the rythm was subversive...and I loved that about it.
The lyrics were some of the most poetic words I had ever heard....
Like..." when I see you comin' round the corner, you make me feel like
a sweepstakes winner." (Satisfy my Soul) beautiful.
Theres... "No woman, No cry" ( I think everybody knows this song,no really
I think everybody knows this song), "Get Up, Stand Up" (my man Peter Tosh on the lead vocal),
"I shot the Sheriff" (lost in the Clapton hoopla and did he or didn't he (bob marley) mystery
is the fact that the song is about an herb plant and an oppressive law enforcement).
See I feel much better now
...but I really wanted to tell you about one of the other tapes,
Bob Marley's "Rebel Music"!!!!!!!
This was the one that got me fired up about reggae...and of course it also was a
compilation. But a kick-ass compilation none the less.
Songs: 1. Rebel Music(3'oclock roadblock)
2. So much trouble in the World
3. Them Belly full(But we Hungry)
4. Rat Race
5. War/No More Trouble (live)
6. Roots
7. Slave Driver
8. Ride Natty Ride
9. Crazy Baldhead
10. Get up, Stand up
Ten songs that sent me reeling... asking for more. And when I think bout deeper.....
The music that shaped my mental approach in my own songs and poetry.
The first song struck me because I could hear the frustration in Bob's wail
in the intro... almost like a war cry. The dark mood of being pulled over and
having your person searched is evident and the frustration is mounting.
The second song..."So much trouble in the World" is one of the most saddest songs
I know. The whole idea that this world can't see what is really going on.
Reminds me of Marvin Gayes tone and romantic approach to protest.
"Them belly full..." also scrambled the naive brain of mine...This song is musical hypnotism.
The lyric 'a hungry man is an angry man' is a gunshot over the heads of the rich, the upperclass, and politicans who think they have control. " Rat Race" is the uppercut on the tape...and its only been 4 songs. I took this song to say to me ...dont get too involved in the hustle n' bustle of things . especially vain things, power trips and such. But you got to give it up for the rythm section of Aston Barrett (bass) and Carlton Barrett (drums). The heavy and dry communucation between them makes you cotton-mouth...your feet shufflin'... conscious.
Thats what "War" does to you. "Roots" and "Slave-driver".
I've applied "Slave-driver" to many a boss...heh..Makes them very uncomfortible.
"Ride Natty Ride" sticks out on this tape because it sounds so happy.
Yet still weaving the web of warning.
'guh deh dreaddy guh deh' could be one of my favorite lines of all time.
The tape ends with "Crazy Baldheads" and "Get up, Stand up"
The last song cemented it for me... 'preacher man dont tell me heaven is under the earth,
I know you dont know what life is really worth.'.....
'and now you see the light, stand up for your right.'
Lets just say I was changed from that period on, life was different.
I had a lot of work to do...and so do you.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

The Portrait Of The Gringo Jesus

The portrait of the gringo Jesus
Hangs on the cracked wall
Above the baptismal in the
Olmitto Baptist church.
Two lovers high from the
Cannabis they smoked
Kneel below Him trading vows,
No older than His mother
When He last came to earth;
Their child cries in her
Grandmother's arms
rustling in the second row.
The ooooohhs, and aahhs.
Sniffles and shuffles
Don't seem to distract
The gringo Jesus
As He stares to the east
Expressionless messiah
Rosy cheeked and fare skinned...
The piano song "Olivia"
Fills the chapelmind
Takes movements-memories-
Years ago there was no sound
Coming from the house...
Young poets sang their poems
In the arroyo canyon
At 3 a.m.- there in the winter fog
Songs are heard for miles
Along the floodgates
The echo reminds me
Of the portrait of the gringo Jesus
His blue eyes gazing off...
Can't hear the I do's,
The cries of babies, songs of
Faithful disciple, prayers of mothers,
Fathers curses, sisters rage, and
Friendships fading.

Newlyweds run down the aisle
As church bells ring out
In Olmitto, Texas.
Still the potrait of the gringo Jesus
Stares off into the unknown
Like distracted man in love.
He's dreaming of Jerusalem,
Worrying about the crosses,
Interceding for the children...
My brother Marcus
Never did believe in the
Divinity of mother Mary
Yet, he seemed to hold a secret
With every woman he touched-
He being another fallen angel
With tattoo soul and needle poked skin
Given another chance to live
Through Elizabeth union and
Child Olivia
Little cherubim watching close by.

The portrait of the gringo Jesus
Hangs above the baptismal
Pathetic reminder of this
White-washed world
Long since moved on.
He stares out the stained glass
All day
Celestial day dreamer
In the empty Olmitto Baptist church
He doesn't notice there is no one
There anymore...
The wedding feast travels
On the road to Mexico
Where Jesus is a little
Darker skinned,
Where He's not afraid of
Drinking wine,
Feasting on fajitas and
Good laughter,
Sitting at the tables with
The gentiles, the poor leggless beggars...
While guitars play on the beaches and
In the bars where Jesus
Should be in the first place.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Proof positive He knew me even before me

A Noiseless Patient spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself.
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres
to connect them.
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

Walt Whitman

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Most days

The day comes again
As tho' nothing is happening
All living tucked back into a dream
One hundred and twenty seconds
Of sleeping.
Year after year after year
Child after father after grandfather
After great-grandfather
Across the Atlantic
Into the old world
The day moves on...
As effortless as Sophia
Reading the hieroglyphic destiny
On my dry palm...
As tho' everything I do
Has been coded in the Torah.
Night after night
We return to the streets
With the lantern in hand
Searching, fumbling for the
Faith of our fathers...
But the day goes past
East to west
As tho' balanced there...
The great atomic ticking
On the celestial wall
Generation after generation
All breathing becomes a curse,
A praise, a thank-you whispered
In a morning prayer
While we drink our coffee
Read the newspaper...
June 25th 2012
soft watch at the moment of.......

most days I can't remember.