''Folly''
''Folly'' and ''The City That Always Sleeps'' (2005-06)
1.
Blaze a path before you
dont let the past
become what creates you.
2.
Its two minutes to three,
no Friends will visit me,
not even the homeless come to talk.
I am haunted by an absence i may never have known,
and lonely next to the person i have become.
3.
An idea becomes a rock
becomes a sword
becomes a gun
becomes a pen
becomes oral history.
Post Historic
4.
It's no longer 1980 but just look at the ragged people,
dirty shoes crack-culture ,
thousands of sad true stories
5.
worst
has come
to worst.
6.
Tell Bertrand Russel
he was right,
Tell Jesus
I dint want to fight.
7.
Five points,
a crippled fist,
a fountain,
a pagan storyteller in front of a church.
a little taste of homelessness
am I a vagrant or nomadic?
Who are my people if not this band of hopeless ,helpless fools.
A caravan of seekers a carnival of fools.
A park- a fountain -all the magics ''corrupted''
8'.
listen to the river flow .
I do not lye down because i am beaten-
I am Alexander
-I am Arthur
-I am Arthur
.9.
Time melts the years like the sun
carefully collecting pieces of winter,
putting them in its purse.
If i wandered to the mouth of your cave would you let me in?
If i were dirty and cold and drinking?
I am weary and you are familiar.
10.
If god is dead
man is dead
myth is dead
-LOST CAUSE.
11.
Black kettle,
and voices from sand creek.
the black hills twice stolen ,
the sacred hoop is broken
12.
This man was an island.
13.
And it came to pass
that his heart was strong
and did not die this winter
and though his courage somewhat wavered here in the cemetery
winter wouldn't take him this year.
14.
In true Nazi fashion he made no excuses-
he went to far
he is a circus of violence.
15.
Stoned and reading James Joyce,
Stephen and the wooden cow.
a young man dreams -weaves wings of words
and builds bridges where there were silences.
16.
She will not wait any longer
its now or never
its always now or never.!!!
Take a bow ,
wave goodbye,
say goodnight.-
a world
any world
the world you knew.
17.
Card carrying member of an order of monsters with millitary tendencies, run!
Brightly colored coats and sweaters -
the portrait of the junkie as a young man.
18.
A man makes a watch,
a man sales a watch,
a man buys a watch,
a man throws an old watch away.
19.
Her energy,
the shape of her breasts
her gaze is a maze
oh how i long for her attention.
20.
I am sad ,
my neighbor is crazy,
my cats are hungry ,
the world isn't ending.
21.
I traded grace and loyalty for the company of misery-
for a fellowship of fools,
I traded love for a 'poets wisdom 'when love 'was'
a poets' greatest wisdom .
It is love and the loss of love that shows man at his greatest and wildest ,
for love is a mask we wear while seeking out forces we cannot control,
when we hurt we know we are growing ... .
22.
- the Royal Inn- 20Th Street-
I am more than this -
THE SUN AND MOON ARE MY IDOLS,
THE CRASHING OF WAVES- MY ARCHETYPES.
23.
Youth,
the mystery of form
and becoming.
24.
solemn , wilted , waist land flowers bloom in the most unexpected times of year,
beneath snow in the winter,
and behind lovers in the summer ,
a bright eyed girl sits and counts the moons.
25.
The Hydra sleeps eight dreams or more
weaving eight realities
to wake from.
26.
Apartments built above a row of restaurants
overlooking a busy street,
where the poor come to beg
and the rich come to eat .
27.
I am the reflection of frustration
atop the dreary, lonely,waters -
below the city's solemn waist land
of abandoned cars.
28
Through my dealings with beggars I have become a beggar
Through my exploration of liars and thieves I have become one of them
And though I say ''I am not one of you''..One cannot tell.
Can I fond the place where I went too far?
I am now a monster, Hunting beast possessed by demons-
I am the holy cross, Frustration's Saint , Drowning those I love in my suffering,
I am sorry-but I continue.
In the morning hours I can barely breathe,
My midday courage summons me to try again-
to live again.
Is this living? With death all around?
Like a child playing with dead things?
End Part One-
Blaze a path before you
dont let the past
become what creates you.
2.
Its two minutes to three,
no Friends will visit me,
not even the homeless come to talk.
I am haunted by an absence i may never have known,
and lonely next to the person i have become.
3.
An idea becomes a rock
becomes a sword
becomes a gun
becomes a pen
becomes oral history.
Post Historic
4.
It's no longer 1980 but just look at the ragged people,
dirty shoes crack-culture ,
thousands of sad true stories
5.
worst
has come
to worst.
6.
Tell Bertrand Russel
he was right,
Tell Jesus
I dint want to fight.
7.
Five points,
a crippled fist,
a fountain,
a pagan storyteller in front of a church.
a little taste of homelessness
am I a vagrant or nomadic?
Who are my people if not this band of hopeless ,helpless fools.
A caravan of seekers a carnival of fools.
A park- a fountain -all the magics ''corrupted''
8'.
listen to the river flow .
I do not lye down because i am beaten-
I am Alexander
-I am Arthur
-I am Arthur
.9.
Time melts the years like the sun
carefully collecting pieces of winter,
putting them in its purse.
If i wandered to the mouth of your cave would you let me in?
If i were dirty and cold and drinking?
I am weary and you are familiar.
10.
If god is dead
man is dead
myth is dead
-LOST CAUSE.
11.
Black kettle,
and voices from sand creek.
the black hills twice stolen ,
the sacred hoop is broken
12.
This man was an island.
13.
And it came to pass
that his heart was strong
and did not die this winter
and though his courage somewhat wavered here in the cemetery
winter wouldn't take him this year.
14.
In true Nazi fashion he made no excuses-
he went to far
he is a circus of violence.
15.
Stoned and reading James Joyce,
Stephen and the wooden cow.
a young man dreams -weaves wings of words
and builds bridges where there were silences.
16.
She will not wait any longer
its now or never
its always now or never.!!!
Take a bow ,
wave goodbye,
say goodnight.-
a world
any world
the world you knew.
17.
Card carrying member of an order of monsters with millitary tendencies, run!
Brightly colored coats and sweaters -
the portrait of the junkie as a young man.
18.
A man makes a watch,
a man sales a watch,
a man buys a watch,
a man throws an old watch away.
19.
Her energy,
the shape of her breasts
her gaze is a maze
oh how i long for her attention.
20.
I am sad ,
my neighbor is crazy,
my cats are hungry ,
the world isn't ending.
21.
I traded grace and loyalty for the company of misery-
for a fellowship of fools,
I traded love for a 'poets wisdom 'when love 'was'
a poets' greatest wisdom .
It is love and the loss of love that shows man at his greatest and wildest ,
for love is a mask we wear while seeking out forces we cannot control,
when we hurt we know we are growing ... .
22.
- the Royal Inn- 20Th Street-
I am more than this -
THE SUN AND MOON ARE MY IDOLS,
THE CRASHING OF WAVES- MY ARCHETYPES.
23.
Youth,
the mystery of form
and becoming.
24.
solemn , wilted , waist land flowers bloom in the most unexpected times of year,
beneath snow in the winter,
and behind lovers in the summer ,
a bright eyed girl sits and counts the moons.
25.
The Hydra sleeps eight dreams or more
weaving eight realities
to wake from.
26.
Apartments built above a row of restaurants
overlooking a busy street,
where the poor come to beg
and the rich come to eat .
27.
I am the reflection of frustration
atop the dreary, lonely,waters -
below the city's solemn waist land
of abandoned cars.
28
Through my dealings with beggars I have become a beggar
Through my exploration of liars and thieves I have become one of them
And though I say ''I am not one of you''..One cannot tell.
Can I fond the place where I went too far?
I am now a monster, Hunting beast possessed by demons-
I am the holy cross, Frustration's Saint , Drowning those I love in my suffering,
I am sorry-but I continue.
In the morning hours I can barely breathe,
My midday courage summons me to try again-
to live again.
Is this living? With death all around?
Like a child playing with dead things?
End Part One-
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``Folly`` and ``The City That Always Sleeps`` (2005-06)
``Folly`` and ``The City That Always Sleeps`` (2005-06)
