Grand Desordre

I say, they have run amuck!
Say who?
The guys on the ‘street’
Yes, them schmucks!

Carpetbaggers, swindlers of fortune!
Singing money, money
The same dowdy tune
How deep that shit, may I ask?
A couple of trillion and then some task!

Popular media’s been rather emotional
Sad, empathetic, seldom rational

Doomsayers and soothsayers abound
Pundits and analysts all keyed up, profound
Everything real is in the background
For now, it’s pandemonium a la`zero ground

Fear, hatred, greed, pity
Something kicked in my beloved city
Once upon a time, it wasn’t a ghost town!
So did you hear of the glittery meltdown?
Self-styled kings came rattling down
From pedestals high, a palpable frown
By private jets to the Capitol Hill
Umm, we would like the bailout pill!
Senators shouted “Down, Down!”
And Madoff wasn’t the only clown

Ordinary folk are losing jobs,
Cutting corners to keep their flock
How long before the question be asked?
“Tell me, would you fancy a stock?”

Recovery would be long and hard
Retail spending would retard
The consumer sentiment has been sinking
Small business owners caught blinking

The American spirit is defiant
And we have hope and
We shall fight
Surely,
We’ll set this mess right!
He smiled a sardonic smile
Empty rhetoric has churned bile
There’s yet a million to the last mile

...

You can’t seem to sleep
And it once ran deep!
Do you know you must do more?
To keep the faith and soar
Then again is it ambition?
Do you feel fettered by tradition?

Maybe it isn’t at all about you
And you want to rescue
To grieve and empathize
With the foolish and wise

Or is the math skewed?
One life to live
Never enough to show for
One lament too many
Ah dear! Aren’t you canny?
Or just tired of acting smart?
Of flaunting Bach and Mozart?

I hear you want to find the self
Through the crystal and the kelp
To dream with eyes wide open
To hold a thought and let it blossom
Running not hard enough against time
You might already be past the prime

Tired of living in the obscure?
You could never be sure
If there’s a purpose to your thing
Is it just a useless fling?
You want to make it count
But face self-doubt
There’s drive, which lasts a day
Unaffected, indifferent, gay
You hide behind distractions
And let the self stray!

Yours Randomly

Shrinking from thinking
Asleep yet blinking
See a verse cloud wisp by
There's another fighting shy
Making a move on the sly?

Hush now...must you pry?

Shilly-shally, willy-nilly
Dilly-dally, hurly-burly
Baby, was I one thought early?

Ah there?!

Uh huh...nearly!

Okey-dokey, this stuff's smoky!
Incredibly no fuss, even cocky!
See what we got, a fucking bigot!

The dogma is dead!
And the bugger hasn't bled!

I would love to abuse
For an absolute good ruse

Hell no! That's no friggin excuse!

Shut the fuck up!
You pathetic recluse!

That's as lame as they come!

Heh! Call it the potence of influence!

And so the acerbic tongues piss..
Much sweeter when we kiss!

I must say it's a treatise
To behold you in my eyes
And oh! to watch you sleep
Forever a sight to keep!

Now, will you kiss my nose?
And snuggle up close
To love me like you do
And stay painfully true..

O Inspiration, what's thy name?
Faith? Trust? Transient fame?
Pondering the purpose of this game?
To win, lose, or play just the same?

Battling cracks, voids, foibles galore,
Yearning for glory that belonged to yore
Am I just here or is there more?
I want to strike out, but do an encore!

I am the slave and the master too,
More of the former than would do.
I could hurt and heal as well,
In some ways mean, in others swell.

I am convinced I need to pull back
Lord in Good heavens! Cut me some slack!
Don't know why I took this road,
It looked fancy, but turned roughshod.

Pitying my confused plight,
The messiah said:
"The road is fine. It's lack of sight"
And then there was light!

Dry Rain

Rain on a dry June day
Does it like its unusual way?
Could it be that it just is?
No reason to reason, apart from being
To question the season, summer not spring

It knows it falls and the earth complains
They call it unwanted, and some other names
It intends to heal, though miserably fails
Just there a day, not much to hail!
Earth still parched, the leaves yet pale

The ineffable purpose known to all
From the crest, thus set to fall
To answer and yet not take the call
To come through or maybe pass the ball
It kicks, but there's no life at all

Lines of fault

Is this the beginning to an end?
A time to make amends
For hands wringed too hard
For emotions bared on some card

Am feeling lost, want to be found
I need a sense of firm ground
There are fault lines underneath
And I don’t want to lift the sheath

I am scared of what I might find
A missing heart or nous unkind
I want to save me from I
Get help, run hard...try

Or I’ll just stay
And not let myself astray
To be worthy of your love
To build us a sweet alcove

I’ll do whatever it takes
Make sure no more hearts break
For I need you to live and die
To battle me and I

Lonestar, one of dwindling light?
In self-doubt, apprehension,
Flagging or trite?

The sheen withered,
Its heart in blight
Seeking a saviour,
Its sense of right?

The signs resign,
The purpose to shine,
Maybe, maybe!

Wither to - thee guiding light?

(A moment in time reaction to Norah Jones' track: Lonestar)