What a Hullabaloo!

Everybody jumpin’ around and waving their arms

Shouting out with such alarm

Pointing their fingers at me

What you sayin’? What do you mean?

It’s getting them all stirred up and aggravated

Goodness Gracious puddin’ pie

What a Hullabaloo!

Over just one guy

Sometimes it is better to keep your thoughts to yourself

Sometimes it is better just to hide away

Cause’ if I stick my head up too high

I just might die

What a Hullabaloo!

If I die and the angels arrive

to roll away the stone

Maybe I could calm their nerves and show

them myself as I really am

All this fuss, all this wringing the hands

What is it? What’s happening? What’s going on?

Put your hands in the air and your ear to the ground

What a Hullabaloo!

Over just one man

In the naked light of day

so here I am

back in the World

I can feel it turning

and I’m wide awake

In the naked light of day

I had been adrift for a while

living in dread

not of this World

The invisible man

Biding my time

Til the world ends

But no more

I’ve got a new swing in my step

a certain look, a particular smile

in the World once again

I can feel it turning

and I’m wide awake

In the naked light of day

 

Adding insult to injury

They look at me and they don’t understand

They can’t see beneath, they can’t see within

They look at my face and wonder

why I even make the attempt

Adding insult to injury spreads the hurt around

Until it reaches in and breaks their heart

Adding insult to injury doesn’t work

But some people have disdain for the ugly and the weak

As if this were our choice

Adding insult to injury is killing me

I know what I am about

Deep inside a light so bright

If they could get past themselves

they might see it too

 

No use crying

No use crying over what is over and done with

No use yelling and shaking your fist at your own ignorance

Chalk it up to experience

Brush yourself off

and get back on that crazy horse

There is enough tragedy in this worn out world

no need to add more tears

It is so much better to smile in the face of circumstance

and have fun even as you feel the pull of the undertow

of your own mistakes

No use lying awake at night

Blaming the moon for not being the sun

and not giving you fair warning

No use crying for this is your choice

This is your story to tell

Every time you trip and stub your toe

You’re reminded of that for which you need to attend

and a little bell rings far far away

There is no use in crying

 

 

I’m Pissed!

I’m pissed

because Santa Claus doesn’t exist

women are never what they seem

I can’t seem to get a decent break

all I ever do is settle for whatever I can manage to find

I have my thrills when an opportunity comes knocking

and that is no kind of life to live

I’m pissed

that everybody’s on my case

I oughta do this, take a look at this

if you want to be somebody you gotta be somebody already

otherwise you’re a joke,

please don’t take this the wrong way, pops

this isn’t advice it’s just how the mop flops

in this world, this dirty, cramped, lousy little poor excuse of a world

I’m pissed

don’t try to make it better

don’t want to hear you talk

because the sound of your voice is like a death rattle

I’m not dead yet but I can feel myself sinking down into the earth

I’m pissed

I came into this world not knowing what to expect

and I get this stupid cardboard cutout fake

I’m pissed

Penetration Plenty

Penetration plenty more where that came from

We’re gonna pick you up and shake you down

Penetrate your eyes your ears your mouth

Penetrate right on down to your britches

We’re gonna be right here staring into your face

Until you decide to join the human race

Penetration plenty more where that came from

Catching you on your blind side

Time to take a little ride on the edge of the blade

Penetration so sharp and true

Penetration plenty just for you

Loving

Loving isn’t easy and can be an aggravation

I would much rather be masturbating

With only myself to worry about

Only myself to blame

Loving is what’s left when you finally give up the game

All of my usual preoccupations fail

and I’m left with the stains

Love not only stinks, it reeks of pain

Too much too soon can wreck my brain

Loving isn’t what I had thought it would be

I will love you and you can love me but please

let’s never use that horribly desperate word

It will be our dirty little secret, ok?

But loving pulls me under

To someplace sticky and ugly

To find release

To come unglued

Loving isn’t hard at all I’ve learned

How to

sweetly without regret

let go and

surrender

 

Be Still

Another perspective peeking around the corner

of my out of control racing streaming licking loving heart of it all

appears to me

and says

Be still in the silence

and know that I am God

God? Has this long forgotten specter raised his head into my life once again?

To catch me wanting, grasping, complaining

Hoping he might catch a tear

So that I might show, for once, a bit of humility.

Be still!!

Be quiet!!

For Christ’s sake be still

and know that I am here.

I can see you there pacing back and forth

with a worried expression upon your face

trying, as you always have, to find the right strategy

and figure it all out

It’s all right

Be still in this fever

A sudden flash, a tender moment

has left you bare in the silence

Feeling your heart beating

Be still

No Sleep Oh No!

Don’t know no sleep can’t think

just sit here until something

I can’t just let it all pass right on by

Must but no sleep can’t put it all together

But go out do my best no sleep not any better

Maybe I be sleep soon I bet if I can just

Another message what if no sleep for ever more

No sleep oh no! what can I do about no sleep still

Toss around fever dream but I still awake no sleep

can be found no sleep all around

fingers numb headache stomach ache no sleep

can aggravate make no sense no sleep wide awake

Fog and Drizzle

What yesterday felt light as a balloon

effortless and smiling

crazy as a loon

now feels thick and heavy

down to the nitty gritty

necessary attention to each and every detail

has it’s own brainy appeal

I like this day of fog and drizzle

Down to earth again, trudging through the unexpected mud

This is where the real work is done

After the violence of inspiration

I put together the pieces

Fog and drizzle

Attending to the job at hand

A pleasant melancholy

Suits me just fine

Grey skies as I pause to take a breath

I notice I have a couple of birds in a bush

As one sits calmly in the palm of my hand