The Great Divide

Seven train 46 Bliss
2 girls talk at night
about guns and babies
Oh my goodness
Who would have thought
Train rolls in ding dong
Watch out for the closing doors
no seats to sit in
too many men in the train
so I lean on the doors
even though he sticker says "No"
Yeah right, whatever, surfing I go
Staring eyes are judging
thinking? I could not say
but as we roll along together
to Main Street on the 7 train
we each go one by one on our own separate way.

Send in the Rain

Send in the Rain
From whence it came
Like a raging river
Or a gnawing pain
Sunshine's are far
The heat of the rays
Are so distant
Like the moon and the stars
Sandy hills are dry
Like my lips on yours
They fade away
Like the wind passing by
Oh why
Do they
Do that
In such a way
Explain to me
Your worries
Your qualms
Your fears, my dear
Fly away
In a waterfall
Or in a cloud
Do not stay
Do not compromise
My love
For me
You must learn to rise
Rise to become
Part of the world
Breathe the air
Where you came from
Life is not a tree
That can not move
It just stays there
This can not be
Life is a sea
It changes constantly
It moves and grows
It laughs and pleads
Like a mermaid
Or a shooting star
With such possibility
You'll go so far
So don't worry about me
Because you are my muse
Rise, Rise, Rise
So I can too
Send in the Rain
Send in the pain
Let me feel it all
I will never fall
Or bawl
Or crawl
Only fly, fly away
With you
Darling, My dear.

weak in the knees

Lovely sky
Comes over me
when I wake
I cannot see
Come to me
See me through
Shake my hands
Like I do you
Can't you tell
You're holding me
Like a well
Drowning me
Save me now
Come to me
Seek me now
Breathe in me
Fish can see
will you be
The one who
knows the
whole of me
Catch a tail
Catch the wind
It's not hard
It has been
Hearts of shame
Jeers and tears
Never the same
It is here
It is near
Meet me there
would you dare
To see me through
To stay with me
Do not scare
Do not fret
It's all almost
Done, I bet
I haven't a clue
But please do stay
anyway

The Living Dead

Poverty is a universal thing
The misery and sadness it inevitably brings
Cannot be compared to anything else
Can never be understood by those born into wealth
Minute by minute, Day by Day
Check by Check, One can only pray
To survive starvation not to mention humiliation
Sooner or later I lose all sensation
For those who make it, I have much admiration
To sleep in silk satin, when the dirt floor was your creation
Not to say that you forgot
The days when everyone else's bellys were full
And yours was not
Poorness is like a shadow
Its something I can never out grow
Its a powerlessness without regard
of its victims no matter how hard
they try to break free from its grip
The mind cannot be tripped
The shine and bling from your silk and gold
Cannot give light to the dim story your eyes have told
Poverty is the fuel for my engine
or it can be the worst poison I can imagine
It is the energy that pushes along my wheel people
whom's backs are the seat of the have mores
They thrive on the weak and feeble
Although they claim always open is the opporunity door
LIARS, IT IS NOT TRUE
My color, history, class and being
Are too obese to fit through
I am not the type of person they are seeing
come through the golden gates of "opportunity"
why can't it be me?
what have I done that is so wrong?
All I have in the world is this song
that I must sing because I know
I am among many with this kind of woe
pain, strife, suffering, sadness, stress, and dispair
keeps me falling and falling until no one is there
until darkness devours you and becomes you
and one has no idea of what else to do
DIE.
But I cannot do this, why?
I can't afford to die
I can't afford to live
I can't afford to take
I can't afford to give
So I stay
stagnant, rotting
Feeling every open sore throbbing
And just as sure as you have sat there
and this poem you have read
I will continue to live and spread
the invisible truth and muted voice of the living dead.