This morning sun now let it flow thy gentle winds as they blow, I can hear the birds let them sing, skittish on the first day of spring, I hear nature’s cries I know my task! those quiet longings for days pasted. I smell the scent the winds bring, It’s sweet honeysuckle and the bees beam, silent fluttering the butterflies float this lost of beauty never will I cope. Caution to the wind a new life begins the sparrow’s dance may it never end, My spirits take flight hear my cheers! feathered friends of this hemisphere. I see a sight that’s so amazing it seems, through these tearing eyes I can see the Hummingbird’s Wings
Listen up people Sandymancan is on the job once again now you know when other people decide for whatever reason that you are in need of a double dose of stupid this day. Now they have simply discounted the regular dose of stupid that you have to put up with each day already in your life. No! today they will give you the double dose that you need, well here’s what I do when I run into one of those people, I pay this song in my head because it matches and drowns out stupid! take a listen.
Once again my friends the Sandymancan your poet with a plan when the shit hits the fan, I bring to you the story of the heart when passion wont stop. A burning need we must all feed or be consumed by the flame we can not tame.
Who’s thoughts are locked in fanatic howls! tucked into the folds, cry not! echoes across this waste land now time stains thy soul. The drums beat within cowardly hearts forced upon the meek, fear of unwanted death! renders it’s purpose when complete. Feel weakness as it feeds, the warm trickling blood we bleed, the depth! of cold water’s deeds frigid heart’s desperate needs. No reflective light in their eyes! past dreams have already died! then taste the tartness of pride, lost to what else should be tried. Cruel indifference these boorish braggart drowning in their frailty, imprudent yet diminutive in the disdainful acts in their twisted reality. Contemptible! yet accommodating mindless crowds of conformity, amusing and amicable but culpable for their intellectual deformity.
Long before man this planet
throbbed with the echoes of life
Their were massive sheet of ice
this wondering glacial paradise
Altitude determines the air-pressure
a barometer’s instrumental measure
the rush of the flowing freezing rain
welcome to this frozen barren land
Ocean’s currents in the jet streams
actively tempering the climate extremes
Precipitation no this was preparations
for civilization’s potential for devastation
Industrialization a wonder and surprise
greenhouse gases warming morning sky’s
The planet’s thermal Fahrenheit will erupt
seas rising, ozone thinning, El Nino will disrupt
Who investigates! economical cost is the debate
legislation sits and waits! man’s future is left to fate
Lightening striking across continental longitudes
while the moon trigger global atmospheric attitudes
gusty! gale force winds, typhoons inpatient once again
death! destruction! it’s insane, we now give them names
Still man squabbles in vain, the reasons remain strange
There will be pain to go with that thermometer change
Delirious! this was drunken desperation, my psychosis had sided with my hallucinations, I’m clinging to my favorite bar nauseated by the stink of sweat! the whiskey I’ve spilled and still regret. That stale smell of cigar or is that burning tar,the tragedy of a drunk with a empty jar.
My swirling eyes as my brain spins, where do cruel hearts go to commit their next sin. This is an alcoholic addiction! my entangling intoxicating affection, old spider’s web dancing in the breeze ready to seize the fly! then the constriction.
Your egotistical attitudes mine! was just plain rotten from my solitude, yet it was unknown just how long this would last, the last time I’ve eaten decent food it give me gas. Now my days are dismal filled with drunken disorder, I’m toxic and vengeful said the court reporter.
This belligerent man what is his conscious state, standing before the judge with a criminal complaint. So how do you plead! before we precede, judge! I need one moment to think! judge! fuck you I rather drink, now wasn’t that quaint, the judge said no scumbag it ain’t bailiff! damn the citation bring on the restraints.
My overindulgence I could have stood taller, now I’m in jail because the judge was smarter, these concrete cells reflecting my screams! as I hollers, My cellie wont take no! to sex he said don’t even bother. So I took a little snooze after singing the blues from feeling a little used, I was broken and confused and now had nothing left to lose.
These useless prison policies and regulations, I made alcohol with out hesitation,to wash away the degradation! and my cellie’s perspiration from his infiltration. There’s victory! in intoxication, that was my revelation so to hell with these rule violations, to me it’s just useless information.
They call this rehabilitation! what I need is a cellie separation with less wicked penetration, this would bring me real rejuvenation while avoiding any hospitalization from this perverts adulation. My symptoms are systematic while I tremble like addict, it’s like the bee without it’s honey or the hawk chasing the bunny.
In ever increasing proportions who in the hell gave you the notion! I would give up my alcoholic devotion. So bottoms up to all this devastation, you can add cirrhosis of the liver to the situation, that’s insurrection! hell with a few more drinks! I will be ready for the resurrection.
My Peoples here’s what it sounds like when you’ve stepped in it and you know you’ve stepped in it. Even before you stepped in it you were leery and jittery and still you stepped in it, because sometimes we just can’t help ourselves.
What shall I say on to this drop
Those who will should I say not
Cascading drops in it’s inception
Accumulated drops of rejection
Unknown wants in this drop to be
Un-resolve drop conflicting in me
Here is a quote from my heart, I called it food for thought, for in each life renewal begins with the changing winds.
Can we talk climate change it seems to cause so much pain, I’ve felt the hate in it’s debate some say it’s much to late. People will kill and others will die, I’m lost to understand yet still I try. It’s like the Titanic! some will panic, why can’t we see it affects both you and me, the first class cabins and third class bunks went to the bottom of the same sea. How long do we wait! when will it be to late to change our fate, there have been international investigations, earth-orbiting satellite technological presentations. There have been down right manipulations, unrealistic stories more geared to an economic situation. What is never lost! is what will it cost! never what will be lost. We are a divided people at best there are those who could care less, while other’s will succumb to the stress. We first need to make a plan to educate our fellow man, only then can we make our stand. Look at facts not in dispute, yet some folks still call it a fluke, the worlds shrinking ice sheets are telling, to any fool it should be compelling. When global seas rise communities will be pushed aside by the tides, still some decision are based on pride. Can we take Earth’s vital signs or just wait to see what happens over time, is that the act of someone who has lost their mind. Industrialization! it hasn’t been that long but it sings man’s song and we’ve all sung along, we all are apart of what is wrong. It’s time to step to the plate no longer can we hesitate, our demise will not be a twist of fate simply lacking the courage for haven sake. We need only to look to the past, our fore fathers told the tales in fables that were destine to last. The printed books we have read with stories filling our heads, clean crisp morning air with clear blue waters running every where, such purity that’s no longer here. Can one not understand your forty pieces of silver in hand, do not come with you at the end. The gold to behold unfolds before your eyes, it’s in the cheetah in the chase, zebra sets the pace. Seeing the flickering light in fresh water steams, where the bear and the trout play on opposite teams. Can you compute the cost of that lost, cold hearts of tin! wicked minds full of sin and rotten to the end.