I was a young kid out of high school Way too soon She was a willow-wand Blonde as the sun The world was a hot place With water here and there The shade of the cool trees Was always where We would love With the innocence of childhood, With an angelic grace We would love Away all the hours that we could take We would love Like innocent flowers In eternal embrace It's time for love So throw off the chains, Don't be afraid to say
The kids come along then And love fills the room Her heart is open to every little wound She feels what they suffer, She makes it her own pain, And the only reward she asks Is to do it all again
Out of love with an innocence of childhood with an angelic grace It's just love She has in abundance It shows in her face A mother's love Is the one sure thing You'll take from this place A mother's love A mother's love A mother's love
You can buy her a card, son, Or any little thing Just one thing you must not Forget to bring Your innocent smile now, Your loving face That's the only treasure That can't be replaced She needs love 'Cause she has given all She had to you Wants your love There's no other thing That you have to do You need to give To the one who gave to you A mother's love A mother's love A mother's love A mother's love
Don't buy her a card, son, That's not quite the thing Unless it's got love, son, No joy can it bring Bring her a flower A kindly word Ease her hours as she fades Into the waning of the day
Yeah, I'm just an old guy But I know what I say A mother's love will not fade away No her love Will not fade Not today, not tomorrow, Not any other day A mother's love lasts forever Until that happy day When she finds her own mother In that perfect Mother's Day Mother's Day Mother's Day Mother's Day
(dedicated to Gary Webb, Judy Barry, Danny Casolaro, and all the other victims of dirty wars against not only human freedom, but basic dignity)
Multiple gunshot suicides, Too many goddamn of them. Multiple gunshot suicides, What do you think about them?
Two bullets to the head, That muthafucka’s dead. You can tuck him in one last time He obviously wasn’t fine, He’s a multiple gunshot suicide When the sirens roll, He’ll take his long, last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’ I don’t know nothin’, But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore.
He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to take him for his long, last ride, You can write his name in the record books, But look away now friend, No long last looks. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to bury his name with his shame He knew he was playin’ a dangerous game, So when the sirens roll, He’ll take his long last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’. I don’t know nothin’ But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore.
It's very simple, really, National roulette. Pick a country, any country, Spin the dial, and wait. Aha, you see it's not the same Today as yesterday. A different flag and credo Rides a wind of change. The Shah is cooked, Somozo split Afghanistan's been blitzed. It's national roulette, And no one's got it sewed up yet So step right up and place your bets It's national roulette.
It's a new season, a break in the weather -- I look through a window And breathe in the blue.
One dead end behind me, A mind that can't find me, An old bag of bones on a bench.
Saints get the run-around With their ears close to the ground, And their noses to the grindstones, They're flunkies, Hustling for a buck in a company town, Where the demons flock like shadows When the sun goes down.
Outside the window There's a cool moon rising
Outside the window There's a lone cloud drifting. Stars come out, one by one.
Nice-- The word is so often slighted As if nothing could really be nice. But it is nice when the trees Planted in the middle of the road Rise up into the blue sky. It is very nice. As we go motoring down the road The deep blue of the sky Anticipates the approach of the sea, And this is also very nice.
It is nice when the child Plays with the colored ball in the sunshine, And it is nice when the mother Pushes the infant in the stroller-- The infant is very pretty, And this is also very nice. Oh yes, from here to infinity, Stretching out through all the extent of the clear, permitting sky-- Nice, nice, very nice, Like a child's game Of me discovering myself, Which is, in fact, nicest of all.
We are on a journey Crossing many lands dry lands with salty lake beds rocky lands with toothy crags windy lands with twisted shapes forested lands with dark groves gouged lands with crashing torrents impassable lands with gaping clefts
We have made a pact This journey will not end We will never turn back though paradise beckon a thousand times though the ghost of suicide whines though the elders threaten and malign We will press onward Regardless
We sleep in the open we feast on the sky If the stars could eat our brains our skulls would be hollow as the night but we have the power of fire in our hearts to give us light
The trees murmur in the dark the wind stirs their leaves and they say things to each other to the clouds the mountains the meadows the creeks and we listen intently as if we could understand but we do not
The moon stays on course unfurling its sail a little more every night Traveling farther across the sky waxing to its own sort of silvery day Lighting the path we must follow Charmed, all our lives
This is no simple game but the rules are unwritten, so you learn by losing, and win by learning.
It would be nice of course if someone knew the way but if they do they never say.
Come along then, to the place where eternity can catch us up and bear us along on its dark waves.
No Karma Karma, by Charles Carreon 11/19/14
Most often, your idea of who you're dealing with Is just a notion redolent with anxiety, So lighten up on the personalities, Especially your own. And do what needs doing.
There's no place different from this, So stop leaning into the hamster wheel, And work in the timeless presence Where beings appear In the splendor of unfettered creativity.
Breathing forth a stream of benefit From the heart that pervades all space, Radiate liberating awareness To every living being, And be washed pure in the rain of joy.