PAST LIVES (NOTE: ONLY THE LYRICS NOT ALREADY INCLUDED ON OTHER PAGES ARE FOUND HERE)
   1. YOUNG LAMB
   2. TAKE US NOW
   3. A LASTING THOUGHT FOR A DYING CELL
   4. NO LUNCH
 

 

YOUNG LAMB
I saw a young lamb playing with his executioner
Did the lamb know what was to come
Did it matter as the two played so freely

TAKE US NOW
On a course set by ancestral skulls
and wallowers,
we traced along her desert curbs
till every man that ever walked these plains
was a subject to its loss and gains.
No time is truly ours
but I tell you it’s never up.
And who in the isle of Elijah
could ever call our bluff?
You can wish and wish
but you need only accept what is.
And as time pushes on
the band will play your song.
I’ll show you the sights that could
bloat the eyes of a suffering Christ
and all the evils that ever constricted
hearts of good men
who dared to search the reaches
of the imagination.
If you’d humble your self to know
you will never return
So we danced with the brothers
of the fallen creed
till our feet were singed
and weighed to their afflictions
and we cried” There is no synchronization here-
take us now”
You can hear the tales
of the ones that failed
f you back our trails
to the nearest watering holes
where they sit with their sons
and talk of what they could have done,
what they would have known
and how we must and will push on.
Take us now.

A LASTING THOUGHT FOR A DYING CELL
I remember counting on you
to count on me
when I never did.
You live the earth like cows in pasture,
obey your hunger like dog to master.
Waiting and wondering
about an alternative
that never was.
Who needs a cause?
Live and live and die and learn.
But for what?
The past did clash but it’s no surprise-
nothing was sacred; all was compromise.
Looking for someone to understand you:
what a poor excuse to be renewed.
I remember looking for you.
I remember staring at times
when minds were kind
and flesh was blind
to symbolic hate
we’ve mistaken for faith
and taken to our graves
so neatly tucked away.
But that’s not how it died.
Waiting for you
to bring it flowers…
I remember counting on you.

NO LUNCH
Hunger in the streets
was never suppose to be this way
as they’ve taken away my addictions
leaving me once again deprived-
but alive
as I speak
through the souls of my feet
Have I sold myself short yet?
Have I had enough to eat?
I think not
as I trot
through the heat of May
to a familiar place
where my back is abused
and I stand accused
for the life I accepted
and the bullshit I rejected
that greased the bearings
that kept the wheels a turnin’
or grey-haired loners
who stare from their collars
while calculating payments
and putting aside for vacations
Meanwhile my machine runs at top speed
But the finds of ingenuity
could never take me further
than the riffs of a vagrant philosopher
which helped me to better understand
quarters are in demand
and pennies are for fools
but I too
race with my hands cupped
for whatever may drop
from God’s good graces
that seem to miss the escapist
with a wisdom that’s beyond slogans
from a voice that could tune the noise makers
to what’s really moving
Someday I’ll make Wilmington history:
I’ll be escorted in a parade of glory
down Avalon Blvd.
But till then lord,
just give me a place to waste at the end of my shift,
a dog that won’t jump the fence,
a book of poems to read to my wife.
Or just hide me from my debt collectors
but pay off the pope.

 


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