Power is a living flame Seeking its' own expansion Devouring all in its' path Corpulent beast Of infinite hunger Caring not what carnage Burns in its' wake
I won't lie Not this time -- Nothing is going to happen tonight.
I may never set this right, But this time I'm not afraid --
Not in this light. Not tonight.
I didn't mean to push you away -- So cross in retrospect, I was lost in intricate Negotiations With numbers On a screen, It is uncanny, their Ability to demean.
Give me the right To sell myself As my habit demands Yes, like a junkie. That's where I stand On that.
But I won't lie To get by. You and I, Master, We have to try. My pleasure, You said, much to my delight. But now I'm only Sleeping. Just like Every other night.
With the crash of confusion My lover is gone. Stoically claimimg My heedlessness While I weep For the loss of sweet Time pining away For what is gone.
I won't lie -- Not this time Not tonight Not for loss or love.
Instead fortune forced My hand! I will lie for The sake of Those numbers.
The ones I keep dreaming of.
As for love, You should never have to lie for love.
I came from nowhere into the sunlight bright Staring harsh at the way it looked when released From the thick of dark dank open spaces Of the mind like skyscrapers Looming in awe at unopened alleyways.
Writers and Poets with dark and dense language Lurked on every page offering Wisdom and wonder at all that existed And I was taken aback by the grit and gristle Of their tongues in torture and bonehard Determination to say things real and true. My first lesson was obedience At the citadels of learning.
Soon the words began to form and fix In the minds eye, each picture drafted In the souls eternal fire of seeking solace From within a lone slim space of knowledge. We were wild then, travelling in jungles Where beasts roamed with hookahs and chains And belted the night with rabid beats Of rhymes and rhythm bongo drums That cascaded through waterfalls of lust And loneliness.
Woodstock soon came around with a growl From Hendrix and a soulful guitar solo That lifted our energies beyond mud And music into higher ground where Love and peace co-existed with boundaries And lines of policemen with batons.
Soon we loved each other on the streets Of shame uncaring for the masses that lay Strangled by traditions of the old And battered regimes. Our music carried Us into a universal song which started Then and never stopped four decades gone.
What we started in those freedom years Still parades the streets of our individualism Today with a different costume. The shackles that we unchained Were replaced by those who felt burdened By the guilt of freedom and excess.
Even today the Capitols burn with angry mobs Tearing political fences and building barricades Of stone hard determination and raised fists In defiance of subjugation and slaughter As they race towards a wide open gate Where walls and sniper windows do not Get them down fast enough.
The cities will continue to burn To mark the decades we bled loose The power from dictators armoured carriers And concubines of greed and injustice As we ourselves built shells of steel Around our embattled homes and liberties. Freedom is a right. It will be fought.
In every continent there burns a bonfire Lit by few that smoulders and shudders In the rubble of military might But that will not deter the protection And peace. The bonfires are fed by the few Who boiled their blood in their thinking For all the others.
Over the radio and tv promises will Echo hollow and insipid as the faces Of the masters who seem impervious to pain And unwilling to smear the ashes of their own born Against their foreheads of power.
A time will come when peace will settle again And the rousing reception of rain bearing Clouds will cool the tempers of the trusted And the untrusted.
We will soon be gone but we leave a legacy Of will that will course through the veins Of our children and grandchildren And for years to come the poems We write will stand testimony to the demons We locked back into the cages of the past.
