Saturday, June 27, 2009

Toys of the Mind

Words
Toys of the mind
Grasp as colored blocks
Arrange in stacks and lines
Building walls of thought
One generation upon the other
Drawing id from muck and mire
Holding ego ever higher
We keepers of the holy fire
Perilous flight of our desire

Iron Horse


This prompt from my friend, murat11: Radiant screed. After the gold rush.







The Iron Horse
Anxious at the western gate
Snorting and heaving radiant
Waves of attackers
Upon unwitting enemies
Clinging to the truer earth
The eternally desperate escaping
To the promise of alchemy's lie
Steel wheels screed and slipped
Hoofing from the station
Mobilizing fate from its lockstep course
With world order
Summoning continental shifts in time
Folding oceans of change upon the land
Washing the rooted and still
Forever westward to the future

Thursday, June 25, 2009

One Word: Surf

One Word

Toes in surf, I drink from my canteen. Margarita if you must ask. Nothing like cool and salty when you're in a sweat. Time to dive in! Cheers!

One Word: Event

One Word

In the event that someone reads this message. Please tell my family I love them.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The Edge of Night

Wicked is the blues.  Gospel's Judas, disciples of the same vein.  Rhythmic, soulful undercurrents, they stand upon the same tenents.  One begging to be lifted upward, the other being pulled below.  Arresting is the empathy of the blues.  The pressing weight of life.  The simple diversions of carnal pleasure and mirth.  By day we carry the stone, sharing in the festival of music upon the edge of night.


"The Edge of Night" 

On the edge of night I can see your light come shining through
On the edge of day well I can see the darkness in your eyes
Ain't no hiding from your disguise

In the light of day your soul is sleeping like the grizzly's winter way
In the light of day you wear the face of a clown on circus day
The truth is hiding behind your eyes

The feeling comes when the sun goes down 
And the music of your soul comes around
There is nothing but you in the way and don't say
That you can't let go of the feelings inside
'cause the music must come from your soul in some way
Today...

When darkness falls you break the walls you mended all day long 
When darkness covers all you bask your naked soul in warmth of song
The truth of passion can't be wrong

On the edge of night you spread your spirit wings and rise in flight
On the edge of day you come to roost from the heights of open sky
Take the time to stop and wonder why

The feeling comes when the sun goes down 
And the music of your soul comes around
There is nothing but you in the way and don't say
That you can't let go of the feelings inside
'cause the music must come from your soul in some way
Today...

Three Word Wednesday offered these:  Arresting, Rhythmic, Wicked.

The Edge of Night - as performed at the Winedale Tavern, Dallas, Texas, February 1996


Monday, June 1, 2009

Officer Ed

Well they said that Ed was a neighborhood guy
He never walked by without saying “Hi”
Just a township cop on the Jersey Shore
He won’t be making his rounds no more

Seems this soldier of justice in this murderous age
Was blinded by fate and the fire of rage
He packed up his sidearm and his pump action shot
And decided to fix what the courts would not

Well it’s the final drive of Officer Ed
Only God knows the demons he had in his head
By the time he was done there were six people dead
Including the life of Officer Ed

Eddie’s chief of police was the last in the news
But the chief ran to safety deep in the woods 
The streets were crawling with a hundred-plus blues
As New Jersey’s finest searched for one of their hue

Well it’s the final drive of Officer Ed
Only God knows the demons he had in his head
By the time he was done there were six people dead
Including the life of Officer Ed
The last bullet he fired was in his own head....

Sunday Scribblings #165, Covert.  This weekend grabbed my bull by both horns.  I came up for air last night but was running on fumes.  Covert could not connect to synapse.  Until my brain sparked into action on this morn'.  Officer Ed is a song I wrote a few years back.  Based on a true story about a New Jersey policeman who went on a killing rampage (read here).  No multi-media today, I never recorded it.  In fact I haven't thought about it in years.  But imagine a driving mid-tempo rocker delivered with the fire and gravel of The Boss, Bruce Springsteen - patron saint of New Jersey.  (If I do record this and you would like to hear it, be sure to have the comments emailed to you.  I will update this post if/when  I have something to share)   

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