FUNNY THIS THING CALLED MONEY

Funny

This thing called Money

When filled with pockets deep

Can make some men

Ignore their friend

Mixing conceit

Concealed with deceit

Don’t forget your receipt

Funny this thing called Money

Makes bankers gamble

Like it was the Wild Wild West

One for me

None for all

As I build up my treasure chest

Funny this thing called Money

Makes people feel

They are privileged

We are not of their ilk

Through manipulation of the stock markets

The price has gone up on

Baby’s milk

Funny this thing called Money

Buys Politicians

For their quote

Pocketing fist-loads of cash

From the billionaire stash

Their explanation?

We are all in the same boat

Funny this thing called money

Can make worker’s

Against their interests cow

Arisen!

Let’s fight plutocracy and corporatism now

And put aside the plow!

FORGIVE FOR TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS

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I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption

It shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation

For just as my temperament doth squabble feebly

with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities

Time

Sweet majestic

Unwavering time

Doth reconcile in me

An assurance of tranquility

Shall invade my troubled waters

And calm the turbulent seas

To but a ripple

As if transposed to a lake

Where the sun doth shine

From the heavens

Torturous stress leaven!

And prosperity

Will live

In my house

Once more

THE INNER RECESSES OF YOUR MIND

I’ve just come

From a ghastly place

Darker than any cave

You can find

This place is full of shadows

Thieves

Winos

Creeps

Assorted swine

Passed a red-eyed vagrant

With piercing red angry eyes!

The macabre visions

Menacingly

Seeming to imply

You have entered

Into

The inner recesses

Of your mind

THE STIRRING WIND

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Can you feel the stirring wind?

What does it mean

When will it end

What things of joy does it portend

A new beginning or bitter end

Will we be lovers or still best friends

Can we start over and make amends

Can you feel the stirring wind?

Is this really how the change begins

Will I be washed of all my sins

All my losses turned to wins

Will there shine light upon this din

A different body than the one I am in

A better mind to see through the spin

Can you feel the stirring wind?

Will it be real or just pretend

Will I heal or never mend

Who is that in the pictures I’m in

The days of old with fallen men

Did they ascend to a better land

Can you feel the stirring wind?

It’s on your wings that men depend

Where old lives end

and new ones begin

THE RAPTURE

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In the perusing of the words to capture

 

The reverential ideas

 

That lead to the Rapture

 

The satanic animal must be a snake

 

To non-believer’s burn at the stake

 

Suicide bombs take me to Heaven

 

Twelve disciples minus Judas

 

Equals eleven

 

Popes in robes

 

And witches coves

 

Causing blood to flow

 

From native doves

 

Virgins birthing little babies

 

From ribs comes women

 

How amazing!

 

Parting rivers and rising from the dread

 

A pagan idol!

 

Off with his head!

 

So many people 

 

From such different lands

 

Can’t we all 

 

Love Herr/Hymn? 

 

Whilst joining hands

NO LONGER SCARED

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What is that sound?
Whose is that voice?

When will you return
To comfort me

In loving arms of choice

How can it be?
Why is it so?

The curtain closes
On every show

In a place
Where memories go

How do you know?
Why should you care?

When you say
Your love is mine

What worlds
Have we both shared?

Pray tell

Why do you cry?

Why must you weep?

What do you fear?

My dear

How you look so debonair!

Please hold my hand

Ever stranger

Finally

I need not breathe

For at last

I am no longer scared

THE QUEEN AND THE THRONE

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I still stand by my feelings

That in terms of a Woman

Ascending to the Throne

There are double-dealings

When it comes to a Queen

There is much ado

Made of her Substance

By the Herds

There seems to be more Venom

And Idiocy

Attributed to her Words

Whether this be Republicans

Democrats

Independents

Queen Elizabeth or others

It seems they shall be stupidized

If the political pundits had their druthers

Exactly why

Seems easy to surmise

Why the shrift given

Is ever so short

The consternation

From the critical congregation

Derives from the radical realization

That the balls are no longer

In their court!

BEAR WITNESS WITH YOUR PRESENCE

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Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

Outstretched wings glide

Though withering

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

Listen to the thunder

It’s clapping

Imploring from way up high

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

In the daytime I’ve built up my aerie

Commenced my hunting in the night

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

Swooped down upon my prey

Snatched them with my talons

When I was spry

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

Call out to my eaglets

Too late

Alone

I lie

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

And now I sing of my remorse

A regretful lullaby

Tis haunting me

That I did not see

Until the stillness

Came to my eyes

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say

Goodbye

GOVERNMENT

 

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Government Predilations

Into Covert Mind Control

Hallucinations

Creating Manchurian Candidate

Manifestations

Leading To JFK RFK And MLK

Assassinations

Which Are Explicit

Abominations

To Be Enacted On God’s

Creations

But With The Subtle Changing Of The

Conversations

The Flooded Plains of Competing Theory Provocations

They Have Subdued Any Interest

In These Situations

INJUSTICE

Injustice likes to operate

In dank and dark places

Injustice doesn’t want to be recognized

By it’s attributes or faces

Injustice goes slinking around

Staying away from the light

In this way

Injustice can play

Using all of his might

You won’t find Injustice

All dolled up at the ball

Or making loud jokes

On your trip down the hall

Injustice likes going

Incognito

Unseen by us all

If anyone’s seen him

Please announce

With pointed fingers

And a loud clarion call!