Bad Blood Brother

 

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The brother is no

good

he would grab &

stab me if

he could

the brother

uses words to

slice & dice

and make me

bled,

he would leave

me dead

if he could

or

wond’ring

what the Hell

I said

to make his

face all

red,

lookin’ like a

wildebeast,

unfed.

guilt no

part of him,

no sir –

his mean trippin’

toxic,

that’s for sure

same mother,

father, in

the house,

but

I turned out

and he’s a

louse

brother, brother

can’t you

see

you, rotten apple

fell from

tree –

shake it

shake it

make it drop

take all

bad apples

from the crop.

brother, brother,

can’t you see

you are you

and

I am me

DNA our only

bond,

as

far as I’m

concerned,

that’s

gone

I don’t have a brother, so this can’t offend him. But our family tree includes an apple so rotten it no longer resembles a fruit. He’s a brother in name only

The Law of Karma

I believe in

Karma

& the harm

it can do

to those who

think

they are above

the moral

code of

doing

justice,

loving

mercy

and walking

humble

with their G-d/

There are those,

of course,

who choose not to

do good, & woe

to them -

The evil eye

turns back/black

when least

expected,

but turn-back

it will…

- though

some of us

stumble

some of us

still

live by the

law of

Karma -

a jewel

if there ever

was

one.

it burns bright-

est

inside the light-

est

of love.

Love Is All

There Is

The Beatles

woman on fire

i leap from crisis

to crisis

like a woman

on fire

lurching

from one problem

to another,

perching on

a branch

swaying

crazy

in the wind

all sin

will be for

given

if you stop

this

scorched

torching

of the fields

wherein I

dwell –

an ashen Hell —

Oh pray tell

how i long

for a moment of

peace

or at least

rain

so

I can breathe

free

of pain

again

insanity

is no defense

but it

may be a

choice

for those

of us

who lost

our voice

& don’t know

where to find

it

—–

only a little exaggerated for the sake of

the rhyme

Cowgirl’s Song

Grew up in the shade

of mountains longing for wind

to ruffle their trees

to make sounds

to make movements

to send rocks

cascading

to the streams below

where dreams flow

into the long River

of no regret

I some times

forget the

silence

of that space –

how profound

and still

up there on

the promontory

looking over –

when only

the shriek of the eagle

pierced the clouds

and then gave up

to the silence

again

give the horse

her head,

she said,

so she can

make her

way

home,

past the ruts

and the stones

and the dirt

rusted with age,

this was

an instance

of

trust

engaged

Fame Is A Name

fame is a name

I give to the people

who stand in the glow

of the spotlight

even in the darkest night

their auras gleam indigo

or so

I imagine

in my dreams

I’m going to

Hollywood

although I can’t

imagine what I’d

do there –

probably wait tables

or, if lucky,

assist someone

like a celebrity

and

I’d run to Starbucks

for them

pick up their dry

cleaning

try to make them

feel better when

they got rejected

which always

happens

like shit on the

sidewalk

fame has a price,

you know,

it can’t go

on for ever

but once you

taste it

you never

forget

the permanent

impermanence

fame is a game

played mostly

by losers

but for those

who choose to

take a chance

fame is a dance

a cha-cha, a tango

and

you never

know

when or

what they’ll

call you next

because

fame is a name

Inspired by The Academy Awards

The Spoke Fell Off The Wheel

Don’t know how I feel

The spoke fell off the wheel

No more ride, I walk

The words fell off the talk

one step, two step,

three step, four –

open mouth and

shut the door,

or is it

shut the mouth

and open door,

one step, two step,

three step, four

Don’t know how I feel

The spoke fell

off the wheel

 

Change can knock us off balance