An old song in America

(Part III to A new song in America Series)

an old song

has been sung in America

many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
fear.

an old song after
another.

We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.

We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?

Oh I Didn't Notice

You are such a part of me,

sometimes- 

I don't realize the extent until I look at the art I've made.

It's there-

and when 

I think 

you 

might 

notice -

 

I get self conscious- 

I get little nervous

and

sentimental. 

But I cant hide it -

Why would I?

If I'm honest these words only exists, in part 

because of you. 

Thank you for the gift 

of you-

the love,

the art, 

the poetry

As a boy, my world 

was much smaller before you.

I don't know what I'm sayin...

except:

I was so lucky to have met 

you-

In Youth

In the Valley

In the Bay

In art

In memory

In friendship

You are safe harbor-

from storms

and 

nightmares.

You are trust.

You are comfort

You are forgiveness

And-

You are happy with 

the woman you love.

I am 

happy for you.

Your loved one was kind to me-

welcoming.

I like her,

she reminds me of someone-

from the cigarettes, 

n' brown skin

right down to the Dickies jacket.

Don't worry- 

I didn't notice the resemblance.

Don't worry

I don't think you have a type.

You sometimes appear in my art, 

my friend,

mostly in memories now-

and everywhere,

where there is faintest smell of sandalwood.

Do not fear 

my intentions with these words-

with these 

words that you can read,

and feel,

they will always be too much.

as I was,

as I am

too much.

We are family,

loved-

safe

still there.

I am happy for you.

I can't hide it -

Why would I?

Next Tues

 

I.

She was, is, was-

A bit of a,

Uh, umm-

(I have it written down somewhere) 

See you next Tuesday 

or Thursday- 

Later.

As,

We, do -

the wave..

Goodbye.

Wave, wave. 

Now surf-

It’s the latest-

The Surfer Stomp-

Dance-

It’s the latest 

Craze

She was a bit, 

Craze, craze

All the Rage.

Latest-

Later-

All the Rage.

A fad.

Super sonic,

The S is for super-

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…

She was a bit -

A tad -

A pinch -

Sugar and spice.

All the rage.

All of it.

But,

She was a bit.

She was a bit much.

A bit 

Ch ch ch ch

Turn and face the strange.

Ch ch...

Why xwhyz?

Bit But Because:

"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."

she said.

II.

One bit 

Two bit 

Three bit 

Four

Four bit 

Three bit

Two bit 

More.

Poem Scraps II

[Before the whole cookie crumbles]

I am just a man. Praying to the G.O.D

to let my mommy live. 

and the days feel like they are getting shorter,

and shorter

the light is dimming,

and the shadows

grow longer,

 spreading 

until it becomes the night

Bare hands 

holding raw meat in bare hands

As a wild beast:

Killer of small children 

And 

Skilled at

[turning  livestock into dead stock]-

eat leisurely. Oh so 

Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre 

The Christmas card

my mother gave me-

was 

blank with the exception of my name

Hey Viking Goth.. 

Jason mamowa called wait…

(is that how you spell it?)

Had I been even slightly better lookin 

I would have ended up 

listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog 

I can not fly, without you,

but 

refuse to fall

by myself

[Thought I'd  expand my horizons-

I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]

You held on

and now sing this song 

about how everything went wrong.

sing about the grief 

but oh the relief 

such relief

Daft or A Penny for Your Thoughts is a Rip Off

If you'd like to know
my confidence
is not confidence,
its madness.

Doing the impossible

When no one 

Is 

Looking 

She thinks I’m so full 

Of 

Myself

Thinking only 

Of myself- 

But she 

Does not 

Look out for me-

Does not 

Fill the day with hope

Does not think

Of me when there are Baking shows on. 

I am mad

I am man

I am Daft

like the Duck, in a boxing match cartoon,

Saying

 "I'm so crazy I don't know this is impossible!"

Porky Pig in his corner.

I am full of myself.

It's not my fault-

It's not my fault 

you are empty

and want to feel safe in a

world 

that is 

empty too. 

unfulfilled-

I can fill you 

Up.

Like a full service station

Checking the air in the tires

Working the pump-

 

That's all folks.

Devout

They say the other girls would bully

her all through puberty.

They say she thinks humans and Dinosaurs 

had an all out battle 

for supremacy-

They say she once pissed in a Martini Glass

then left it on the table.

Alls I knows is a pretty girl wanted go out.

She asked if I wanted to come in

and meet her

family.

It's not that kind of date-

Last time I saw her was years ago

she was driving off with that guy.

That guy, 

in a hurry to 

get to 

get at

get it

Now I am that guy.

She said I came to her in a dream 

(It happens more often than you think...)

She talked about the bible and witchcraft-

(She is Devout, and I am Sin)

She looked pretty.

(She had gotten her hair done)-

I wonder if she wants to hold hands,

but it's not that kind of date-

By the fountain 

 I could hear the frogs.

It was time to move closer.

I can see something in her,

I can see her Shadow-

She tells me

her 

secret and shows me her Shadow.

Even if she hadn't

told me,

I just knew.

 I console.

I am shadow too.

I need the light,

as much as you.

There can be no shadow without some 

light.

I can tell she will be devoted to me-

Love me for now, 

unless I repeat

what the others have done

 before me.

Until this guy, 

becomes that guy.

But,

her body is no prize,

just her love,

she gives freely

to me.

She is no trophy

but 

a human wounded

in ways 

I will never be able to understand by the cruelty 

of another.

They say she is devout-

 Her faith

gives her light, even if the 

rest of us can't see:

What maze

What Cave 

What Hell 

She is in. 

And only she can find her way out.

I can only shine some light.

I listen and see her, though fully dressed-

naked in her wound.

I hold space, because,

it's not that kind of date.

 

 

Wha or Nothin Rhymes with Else

You fought it with all you had.

You can tell everyone 

in a full page Sunday ad-

Your hands left raw, blistered and bleeding

from holding on

to what was already gone-

and won't be needing.

You held on,

empty handed-

Confess now...

Was it my pride

were we landed

 or 

our vow to 

die or ride

Regardless

It's what the script demanded 

Sittin with an empty cup.

You can say didn't quit

when nobody brings it up.

Shout about it or put it on the shelf-

You can say you toughed it out,

when the conversation is about something else.

It was dumb 

a waste of time 

even you can admit

this shit was not worth mentioning in rhyme 

Haunt them from below 

and above ground.

Flaunt all you want,

when there's no one around.

Cry all you like,

just don't make a sound.

Aquarius X

"Yesterday, I was the dream weaver,

 but now I am reborn

I was the Walrus, but now I am John."  -J L

{Draft 1}

This is the dawning of the Age 

of Nefarious...

The age of  Nefarious..

The age of Nefarious!

Ignore all that shit. 

Ignorance -

Is is,

Ignorance is Bliss…

Bliss, 

Let me go wild…

like I…I…

Bliss.

Let’s me fuck with it.

Whip it into shape like 

Devo.

With a problem.

I had a problem 

But not the one your thinking of-

I forgot myself. 

Do you ever forget yourself ?

I forgot myself.

Like I blister in the Sun.

The Buddha says there is no self. 

I forgot myself, I forgot there is no self.  

I am the Aquarius X.

Son of the Sun

Sun of the Moon.

I am Aquarius X. 

Air and Water.

I  am

Life. 

I am the Egg man they are the Egg men.

I am the Walrus.

I am the light and the shadow. 

love and anger

fear and faith

forgiveness and finger lickin' good

Singing  “Act your age, 

not your shoe size.

I know how to  undress me”

I am the divine light running around in a 

suit made of muscles and skin-

spiting and cussing

failing and growing

fucking and recycling 

I am pretending just like you.

I am the dawning of the Age of  Aquarius X.