[Children all over the world are being slain without an enemy, other than ours.]
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A Melancholy song
Songs are hidden in the words we speak. —sometimes in harmony
with the background hum of those we did not
know or ever meet.
Our melody can sometimes be disheartening
as well as our belly aching, vomiting
between the screeching cacophonous dominant notes
we may have perceived.
My music repetitively keeps playing yesterday’s Rock & Roll songs,
Rhythm & Blues songs, gospel’s black and white songs
—they are all fine—
But, go to the window and lift the shade
and hum them—
as you look at the sun and the future of rain.
Sing off-key if you must —loud and unalarmed.
Sing the songs that are hidden in the conscience that spoke without a word-
putting you in music unharmed.
Hum the song for unity in freedom
that has morally and musically given us;
without disrespect to life in the words
or thoughts written in our songs.
Or, what we sing.
The Banjo Player
I was talking to an old banjo player, pushing a 103 yrs old the other day. I asked him how his band was doing. “Well,” he said, wiping his face with one hand. “It’s over. There were four of us. One is dead, which left three of us unable to play his part and ours at the same time. Besides that, one is as Cuckoo as a broken string. The other young fella, in his late eighties, besides losing his hair has also, seemingly, lost the beat. Towards the end, we realized we were all playing different tunes insisting the other guy was messing up… and looking at each other with the stare of “each of us had better catch-up”. And, what was worst, when we were all on the same song, forgetting the words, we would automatically pick people out in the audience and break out into “Happy Birthday, to You…”.
We still keep in touch…”’
There was a moment of silence, thinking he was reminiscing when he suddenly blurted out, “Now where was I? Oh ya! That was quite a box of good cigars”, sitting back in his chair with a great big smile.
Oh sea glass greening
Passing through low and high tides
Speckling at my feet
The path once well-worn
Through the passing of my youth
Is now overgrown
Whatever day we set aside
At the end of, or, beginning of our week,
Will always be a spiritual— personal day.
Regardless of religion, or non-religion—
Somehow, that day, in our lives, has survived
As One day— to be set aside.
Reflection, repentance, acceptance;
Encouraging us to continue living
In mutual peace— for the rest of future
Another Year Of Spring Renewal:
Oh blade— waking without fanfare into spring
Rejoicing in warm sunshine, you sing
Of frozen ground— snow melting
And the cycle of life, of renewal; in growing—
Hail to the carpet of grass beneath my feet—
I hear your voices— in green, you speak.
All those have taught me Holy things
Have been fallen angels
Trying to gain their wings—
Dear cresting wave, carry me dead
Above the waters of illusion
—And let me live in Truth.
~ Amen ~
Gazing out my window
Roof drips melted snow
Crystal droplets slide down glass
Each one trails one another
Racing to awaken spring grass
To: Abe, Dylan, Jesse, & Emma-Rose
Re: 2016 Happy Birthdays
It is always difficult for me to celebrate any of my children’s birthdays
Without thinking of all of them as a new year begins.
Decisions made in justice
Will have no remorse.
(Regardless of the adversary
Who, is wounded in truth,
That is slain without soul,
Bleeding in falsehood),
Continue to breathe the fresh air!
The invisible sword
Of all these things:
And decisions measured without harm
Pass silently to the other shore
Of peace and joy;
Destined to be passed on
To your heirs.