Moon song

There's a big moon rising
like a pale horse in the swamp
There's a dead moon rising
Like the bones of those I've loved

There's a new moon rising
In the ashes of the heavens above

There's sad moon rising
Saying what it needs to say
About the sun and its horizon
At the closing of the day

There's a faint star and its sparkling
In the crystal clear dark night
Far from all the fighting
Of the tribes of wrong and right

Love poem

You know I'm sad to say it, and it is probably true
There are no two ways of it
I fell in love with you

They know it in the fields, as they go about their work
Even making hay with it, its like the shadow of a hawk

The cat and mouse play of it, sad but its true
There's a brick wall made of it
I fell off it into you

Some may rant and rave of it
Some may stand and queue
But I can't afford to wait for it
So I fell in love with you

The turkey's run away with it
The roosters always crew
So I thought I'd make a day of it
When I fell in love with you

I'm standing in the green grass
But above the sky is blue
And the sun is golden as a gas
Lamp burning love for you

I've run the clock, and turned the stile
Stuck between a rock and a hard place for a while
I've seen a face longing for a smile
Then in an act of grace, I was lifted from the pile

There are not too many times
I can say I knew
But when you feel it in your veins
You know it must be true
Call at my door, listen for the chime
It rings one time or maybe two
Then you answer and guessing game is through

The opportunity is taken
The bird's wing is broken
But once it flew
I will keep it not as a token
Just as a promise left unspoken
Or some secret I know is true
When I fell in love with you

Love Song

Freedom is the great retainer,
Bold new reasons for a justified remainer
Earning crust in a lip less land
Where lovers walk hand in hand
Sharks and storks, stalk the sand
Following currents of words

Following currents of words
And grape vines of news
Berries like snippets of information
Pipettes of a muse

Love is pigeons freed
And tying me up
Only to let me go
Love are the dying leaves
On the pavement
Where builders have scored
Their lines in old cement
For plans of ill pursuit
Plans of ill pursuit

Love is the I
The spit in the Eye
That makes you get up and try
Some more each morning
It is the bitterness of dawn
When you realize she's not there
Or when you forget she was even there
Or when money surrounds your thoughts like sharks in a calm lagoon
Spoiling your fun
Like pricking your thumb
On the needle of the loom
Like focusing on the sun
With one
Eye on the moon
Hoping it will work out one day when you're too old
To climb a dune
Like in an American movie
Where they all eat apple pie
But they never show the apple pickers
Nor the millers working
Their fingers to the bone
To give you flour in your home
For 5 cents an hour
Down in old Mexico

Hollywood sweet bread rules the
City arcades
It is in the faces of the charades
The hopes of young girls and boys
Who would have been better off playing with toys
Than joining the real world so soon

Chicken stew

Chicken Stew, chicken stew
Mix it up, make it pew
Kneel down and give the offering
Like a priest for the proffering
Heal the soul
Chicken body
Legs patrol the earth

Lift the chicken up to God
Hold its wings and see it nod
This is what you were born to
Chicken stew your soul

Which came first the chicken or the egg?
Which to choose breast or leg?
Which witch cooked
Which beggar begged?
For chicken stew hen pecked or pegged

Hang it up
Cut it down
Like a cup
Turned upside down
Empty contents over the floor
The chicken pecks the grain some more
Grain of whisky
Grain of field
Grain of wind
Of piece meal
Grain of gleaners
Bowing low, humble cleaners
Thoughts in tow

Chicken stew for your soul

The Webdings of Yu Mincho Demibold -the writing is on the wall

I want to see Calibri's body
I want to meet Arial
Or Times New Roman marching down
Fleet Street with all the journalists in a bow

Tell me about Agent FB
I
wish I could meet such an exciting guy
Or Lucinda without her unicode
She should have passed it on by now

Perhaps Bahnschrift passed it to
Baskerville Old Face
He was hounding Bauhaus 93

He wanted an autograph
But left in some disgrace
After Dante and the Engravers MT

I would like to lie with Georgia Pro Black
Or wrestle with Goudy Stout
Tell me how long will Miriam
Be fixed on Narkisim
Will it be ad Perpetua?
Before Poor Richard Shouts

And we all knew Rockwell was Extra bold
When he wrote in Italics
To Sitka Small

But she was not meek, no not at all
When after a week
She wrote the Univers condensed on the wall

You see Verdana Pro Semibold
was christened in the font
and named Yu Gothic
In wide Latin

But what got everybody's goat
Was that Courier new note
Comic Sans MT
Was really born in the attic

Of all the things I thought I knew

Of all the things I thought I knew
There was always you
And yet the beams of the Mercedes Benz
Ring true
They caught you in the head lights
And towed you for a mile
It was a white rabbit dawn
That caught up with you

What did I know?
I thought I knew it all
That there was nothing left to teach me
Then I met you

I thought I knew
How the story goes
Girl meets boy, boy gives girl rose
Some such saccharine thing
I remember in the throes
Of all the things you taught me
That one thing is true

I thought I knew
We sailed off into the sunset
And the hero gets the girl
There are diamond studded pianoes
And Rubies on dancing shoes
That all the world's your oyster
And the whole ocean blue
But the briny has some surprises for me
That much is true

I thought I knew
If I stayed on the beach
That I would be safe out of reach
Out of harms way
But that was only half true, anyway
The truth was like a speckled egg breaking
Like a broken heart aching
What more can I say?
That much is true

These prison walls

We were born in a prison
Locked inside
Between our mother's womb
And our father's dark side

We come out into the sun
Fresh and screaming with life
To be put back in the prison
One of toil and strife

I was born in a prison
The walls were high and wide
I could not look over the other side
The Prison of Pride

I grew into my prison
And the bars began to rust
Sometimes the rains came
Dissolved the bars between I and Us

But between the lust and the trust
They were my jailers
My torturers too
One put me on a crucifix and nailed me there
it is true

The other took me down, pulled me apart
Examined my entrails and my heart
Then they called me an animal
And sent my soul to the zoo

I was born in a prison and there I will stay
From the first breath I take
Until the final judgement day

Tell me what it's like on the other side
Is the grass even greener there?
I can see it, but can't touch it
Lord knows how hard I've tried

Try to tame eden
You put a wall round paradise
Try to break even
You only end up breaking your eyes