Sunday, October 29, 2006

Fall Is The Season Of Love

It's that time of year again
yeah, I think I'm gonna get real sick again
I think it's gonna happen real soon.

It's that time of year again
yeah, I've been thinking alot again
I think I'm gonna get real sick again



I think it's gonna happen real soon

Friday, October 27, 2006

I'm so sorry Mrs. Universe,
I am completely in love with your daughter.

I'm so sorry Mrs. Universe,
Just please give me that reassuring eye

I'm so sorry Mrs. Universe,
I am completely in love with your daughter.

Wind Is To Flute

And I agree,
There is going to be trouble.
You see,
I can't hear that flute no more.

God damn!

Play that flute!
I swear I need it!
I swear I need that noise!

The wilderness is on fire.
My heart is a wasteland.
The world is at war.
And, The bears have all fled the mountains.

There is going to be trouble.
But when is there not?
If I could just grasp that...
PLAY!
Play that flute sweetheart,
It wont be long now.

Friday, October 20, 2006

I've quit watching the news,
It only makes me depressed .
If you are watching the news,
light your television on fire.

The Beast And The Bear.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

WORD OF THE DAY


The Word Of The Day: Wigwam

Wigwam:a native American lodge frequently having an oval shape and covered with bark or hides


or


A wickiup (or wikiup) is domed hut-like dwelling used by the semi-nomadic Native American tribes of the arid regions of the west and southwest North America, such as Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Utah, Idaho, California, and northern Mexico.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Forest Festivities


I want to see a parade,
I want to see a celebration ,
a real parade,
a real celebration.

Something to make my lazy mind stand up.
Something to make my shitty attitude get up.

Show me a field.
Show me a river.
Show me a forest.
I want to know a bear.
I want to know an owl.
I want to befriend the wild.
I want to learn to roar.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Muck River Magik

God damn
Those drums take me ( that tree)
Man,
That voice ( those leaves)
It's too much

I wish I could find you with the wind
I wish I could find you through the earth
The Indians are like me

I wanna learn to breathe.
I want to learn to think.
I want to learn to be
Content.

Is there something I'm missing?
Cause It feels that way
The Indians are like me

Sunday, October 08, 2006

It's All In A Name

Don't call this a poem.
Don't call me a poet .

Call this a folk song.
Call me a folk singer.

I don't care about all of your
heartbreak
sad feelings
problems in your super traumatic teenage paradise.
I dont believe you.
I can't believe you.
I don't BELIEVE what you are telling me.

Actors.
All of you.

Don't Call this a poem,
call it a folk song.

Man, I'm Singing!
Can't you hear my guitar?
Can't you hear my harmonica?

I'm singing for the working, honey.
Everyday man.
Every man's man.

I'm not singing about your heartbreak,
Actors.

Don't call this a poem.
Don't call me a poet.

Raise your flags!
Make sure they aren't white.

Tango India Romeo Echo Delta

And at the hour of coming down
it all occurs to me
we are ALL

too north
too fair
too south
too bare

too glad
too mean
too fat
too lean

too sour
too sweet
too tired
to meek

And at the minute of my coming down I have to say:

Quit looking at me,
I'm too tired to be looked at.
Quit thinking of me,
I'm not thinking of you.

Quit mocking my honesty.
My honesty wont mock you. Mockery mockery mockery
Its all we think about

ROYAL FUCK HEADS!
what ARE you doing to yourselves?
so bent on sucking each other's cocks that you would betray the one who let you in?

My my my,
times like these I'm glad I'm no god.
And you should be glad too!
You don't want to come to ME with your sins.

You have sins far too evil for me to judge,
but please don't listen to me.

I'm too tired to be listened to.

I'm too skinny to be listened to.

I'm too nonathletic to be listened to.

I'm too pessimistic to be listened to.

I'm far too tired to be listened to,
so please dont... I'm FAR too tired.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

He Knows When You're Cold; He Is Cold.

Old man leave your room
It's been five years

I gave you free will
but please, leave your room

I've grown sad as you have grown
my hair gray, the same as yours
my mind wanders, the same as yours
my hands shake, the same as yours

Old man go out
your world is all but dead

I hold you on my shoulders
I'm not about to drop you

I've grown tired as you have grown
my face sunken, the same as yours
my tongue under worked, the same as yours
the snow cold on my skin, the same as yours

I am he
I gave you free will

But I ask you
Save us both from your home in the snow

I Share My Earth With You

“This land is your land, this land is my land, From California to the New York island, From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters, This land was made for you and me”

Tell them Woody
I'm not loud enough

Tell them
Would they even remember YOUR name?

Tell them Woody
but we both forget

the world isn't made of poets
poets are made of the world

Tell them woody
Tell
Them

I heard you when you said it
But I know they didnt

You are in MY soul
But I know you aren't in their's

Wham! Tam! Im A Man! I Love!

I gotta be a part of this
I like that look
I like that sound
I like that life

I gotta be a part of this

My friends song
has played alot tonight
I think I understand
Those words he mumbles

Im gonna get out
I need to go west
they tell me the money is out there
I like her looks

I like her slim frame
I like her face
I like her way
I need to go west

WHAM!

Its a gold rush, brother
And you're my partner
California
lets take it farther
Hawaii? who knows

I have to be a part of this

Her slim frame
keeps me all wrapped up
I cant ignore that
have YOU seen her?