Take Out The Folksinger

Right out of the CIA handbook
for counterrevolutionary warfare
First people to target
Take out the folksinger

What is a song of the heart
A song of the heart of the people?
Full of anger or full of hope
Full of potential liberation
Given freely a melody
Like the only sustenance
to feed a starving nation
which has much fruit
Making it vulnerable to vultures
to multinationals, to sex tourism,
to crime syndicates and
all poisons of the invader

There is always the folksinger
singing the life back into the minds
singing and picking the true story blues
A historian of wrongs
that beg to righted
To a people who must be united
Keeping alive the ones who are lost
A warning to folks not to fall
                                      for their tricks
as they recruit the traitors
How divine a sacrifice to fight,
                                   even to die
for the life of the pueblo
To survive, and eventually thrive again

Yes,  the voice and the mind
are a person's best weapons
Can change the world
I guess the CIA isn't stupid after all

Amal Means Hope

Amal means hope in Arabic
Hope died yesterday.
A girl called Amal,
She just made it to age seven.
Many kids don't when
they are born in Yemen.

It takes a soulless machine
to sink to such a low
I don't want to believe
that we have no control
We must fight the bullies
Raytheon, Lockheed, the wretched Saudis
before Yemen's children are gone

The genocide of Yemen is diabolic
Trapped like innocent prey.
The vicious House of Saud, the predators.
May all of their victims find
                    peace in heaven
May all survivors rise up today
All are Houthis now who defend Yemen.

Amal's malnourishment was chronic.
Her mom and dad are severely dismayed
For lack of food she and her siblings
                                                         so small.
The bombings and sanctions
                                      cannot be forgiven
Damn their shameful display
While nobody comes to the
                                       rescue of Yemen

It takes a soulless machine
to sink to such a low
I don't want to believe
that we have no control
We must fight the bullies
Raytheon, Lockheed, the wretched Saudis
before Yemen's children are gone

The evil Saudis are purely tamasic
They fatten with death and decay
I hope that they and their
                                      Western allies fall
Like the false flag they all pulled on 9/11
Satan is the master they obey.
I beg you Lord to save Yemen.

It takes a soulless machine
to sink to such a low
I don't want to believe
that we have no control
We must fight the bullies
Raytheon, Lockheed, the wretched Saudis
before Yemen's children are gone

Sitting Mountain

Here I will sit feelingly unmoving
                    at the base of this mountain
Where a heroic being
       a messenger of furious righteousness
               dwells above on a perilous post
                        and also in my heart

Shy in love and mustn't be startled
        I try my best to be quiet, modest

He's pacing about with such concentration
Never knowing what's down below
Joyous bubbles of my devotion
                          to all the heroic notions
Rise above on wings of change that
catch him from the
                     ledge where he hangs

I sit here so long, not longing to move on
Long enough to become part of
               the mountain's very foundation

A pillar, protector,
as directed by the Great Erector
The One who moves the
                           sun and all the stars

The many hearts' architecture

                                

Your Captive

Set this captive free
Of dust and flesh and misery
In Your word a promise bequeathed
To see clearly
You make the mind's eyes to be
                                           unsheathed

Only when You take control
Never when my will is bold
Never with desires hollow
Truth be told, Lord Supreme,
It's You alone I want to follow

For it is You who will deliver
From the darkness, from evil's quiver
Empower me with Your force,
                          My Master
Save my soul from this hither thither
I want my days without remorse
I, the passenger, You must deliver!

Muharram

I scat with Beats like Algerian dreams carved in clay speckled pebbles that raise rooftops to azure steeples of song.

I beat my chest with the blade still therein and thirst for the safe passage to quench righteous cherubim.

I turn treacherous tyrants to stone to be sunken vessles of ancient decay in the seas of amnesia and finally sand for a no longer man.

I chant down Babylon but never looking back. The New Babylon attack with no discernment for life they bring pain and woe and strife just like Hussein's (pbuh) sorrow in Karbala 40 days and nights

I cannot forget that they left no survivors or so they thought with ther hubristic empire. For he who is 1st will later get his in a great quake may they alone be swallowed alive.

I know the greatest stories ever told that scream down streets and sear memory for generations to come as delirious I find myself there in the cool night air of the desert, stoned.

Fear Us The Fearless

They fear us
Make no mistake about it
Our propaganda resonates
With those who are bound to wake up
They have tried every way but up
144,000 revolutionaries among us
We're not about to leave our fates up
To a dying and evil regime, not today
Forget manaña, we must find our way
We create a visual, a goal
To advance the warrior within
Each one teach more family and friends
It's all lies, everything official that your told
Just don't give up on your soul
Let others see the spirit of happiness
Try not to stress on the process
They dish out numerous afflictions
All the violence and hunger without end
Exists because of the love of power
Show your strength and never bend
                                             never cowar
Except to the Creator of Nations
For the warrior each day begins
With our gratitude and salutations
We dance with the spirit of those
whom we have lost
Whom give us light in our darkest hour
Their tower of song a pillar of
of great height
Hold up your candles to watch more
hearts ignite
There is a cost and so
many complications
When we sit still apathetically
Apostles rise up and walk in the light
Your raised fists give me solace
Gets me prepared for the fight

A Prayer of the Nearly Shipwrecked

This is Your impression on me
A mark to depict my fall and resurrection
I abandon the usual suspects
To go into the wild silence with You

You are not making a suggestion
Not asking with a please
How many regrets and confessions
and none of them required by You

But for every impurity I am
                            down on my knees
When you were not nightfall, daybreak
Some days I sailed, some tossed
                                         on dark seas
I now have a broken mizzenmast
                                   because of You

Now You can use me without mistake
I cling to You alone without hesitation
There's only so much I can take
I give myself completely to You

It's You alone that I direct my adulation
My backbone is Your salvation
Can't You see my compass cannot
                       make more miscalculations?
I live, I learn, I love alone with You

I will not try to make the pain dull
On the chin I take life's devastation
Feel free to gather Your flock to my hull
YHWH, for all to hear, I declare thank You

Infinite times, thank You
I understand Father
Count on my determination
But, please stop waving red at this bull
for my heart yearns to be Your waystation

Are We Not Cogs?

Are we not cogs? 

Yes, we are aware

Quite cognizant

without a care 

Quite comfortable in the bog

At least we know

that we are cogs

Are we a bit loose?

No, we are just right

I'm feeling brilliant 

and ever so tight 

Another life I'd never choose

Cognitive liberty

is simply a ruse

What we don't recognize

while down in this greasy machine 

we don't even know to want

Don't know what it means

Like we are in a happy fog

of metallic vanity

All of them cogs,

the insanity! 

Goodnight

Rory, good night Rory goodnight. Goodnight Rory Goodnight Rory. I'll get you in my dreams.

I walk the streets so weary. I walk the streets all day. Every town I ramble round I only hear your name. Rory, goodnight, Rory goodnight. Goodnight Rory, goodnight Rory I'll get you in my dreams.

When I, first sight, fell for you, I couldn't help myself. It kills me dear to know how sweet you are with someone else. Rory goodnight.........

Everyone knows about troubles. The world is in a spin. But with your love I'll never cease to believe the angels win. Rory goodnight. Rory, goodnight. Goodnight Rory. Goodnight Rory. I'll get you in my dreams.

Is it real or just a story that you can't live much more without me? Until that day I'll sing your name and praises, dearest Rory. Rory goodnight. Rory goodnight. Goodnight Rory. Goodnight Rory. I'll get you in my dreams.

Golden Thread

I'm writing you from the
                 darkroom of my art
as I imagine you snugly in bed
and I'm feeling a golden thread
shooting through your heart to mine
Our energies combined
We have been developing this love
                          for a very long time
Filling my head with visions
                           like a magical wine
We drink, we kiss, we dance about
and fly like the pixies we are
We shed more light when one
                        than our closest star
How about that? We beat the sun
no matter, close or far
So, then, just imagine, Ror
how much more we can do
                         with this love divine
once we are hand in hand
walking through the passages of time
leading to our promised land
the merging of our conjoined soul
                        into one mighty tree
makes it possible for other
                       twins like you and me
You could say it's our karmic duty
to share this soul communion
sending others on their path toward twin destiny
Bliss is our mission and our gift
The revolution begins with our tryst
What army could stop us once it's begun?
I ask you, how could we part ways
                              when the tryst is done?
For me, it's like being face to face
                            with the barrel of a gun
My sunflower eyes will plead my case
Babe, let me follow you down
You know I was lost and now I'm found

Not For A Reward

The Universe is on my side is what I'm told
Day after day I'm still alive enough to behold
offerings of a generous nature
from all of my fellow creatures of old
Even in my ilk I can take pride
People surprise me when their giving is bold
It makes me feel a bit more safe
to get embraced by some wonderful souls
At one time I had made the ablution
but not yet the sacrifice
I had to pick a side and carry the flame
and in no one could I truly confide
The only solution was to strengthen my foothold
in the work of all to the Lord
I tried never to keep score or ask what for
To give no thought of reward
not even knowing if I would make
my way out of the flood
I believe it's called serving the servant
To: Nicole, With Love: The Universe
Just enough to break my fall
A little more strength to scale the wall
I praise You, Universe, with my blazing, broken heart
First we're together, then we're apart
Father Time's receding waves come back to crash
and divine is the art of the narrow escape
of the pit and the pendulum
Something like torture and transmigration
Am I coming or going as we return to this forever?
I can't stand the anticipation

What Ifs

What if my petals have
               all blown in the wind?

What if, when I try to sing again
The notes don't reach so high?
               No, not because I don't try

What if I have lost my form?
                        My will, my mind?

When I laugh I cry
But the birds still coo despite my chagrin
They take to the sky, but, no, not with I

What if the magic has finished
                      paying me in kind?

If all my thousand trails are "back then?"
Where has magic gone, what shall I find
But the glint of wings leaving me behind?

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Three Kings

In the depths of my soul's reverie
There live three mightiest
                            and powerful Kings
They have all joined hands around me
In protection of me
they have  formed a ring

I am their South Pole,
                        and they hold the North
Each one of them a stunning white horse
But my mane is a tangled mess jet black
Their sudden departure has thrown
                       my world out of whack
I have lost my course

Send a call out to the cavalry!
Can't someone do something?
Left behind in a violent land
Of the most heartfelt suffering
                            Whoa this loss!

Like entering Xibalba's dark mouth
Yanked in by a fierce force
Bless me my Fathers, take me back
I want to be safe in my papoose

From the Goddess of Self Sacrifice,
                            Ixtab,
I turn down an invitation, not once
                                             but twice
I think Ixchel and Itzamna have other
                        have other plans for me
Perhaps love in Paradise

Very soon that shroud over us all
                                will cease to exist
While in this lonely evolution
                  I must do without being kissed
Before now, for nothing I lacked
But my Three Kings will get me back