jpaulgorman

we will understand love at the end, clarity and ah ha's certainly it's not what we thought or why but it is wonderful the cares of this world melt thursdays and fridays relections on a pond each ripple with a story introduced and loved unknown to those trying to get the most out of life backwards they live it's you that life wants to exhaust and use drowzy and old satisfied, understanding love

seeking the truth in the midst of lies finding the way through watering eyes helping the poor overcome the end ignoring the fight of the heartless men training the young to have self control giving the lost a glimmer of hope singing the tunes all through the night playing the games losing the fight clawing the walls just hanging on carving the turkey up until dawn

this life of wavering passions seeking meaning, drowning rightousness bitter pills and eventual humbling buzzards await the end this we know yet still we plead for acceptance take me as I am as if there is another alternative calculations and odds mercy only for those who submit live like a poor man needs confused with wants again economies and politics one feeding off the other until the days of reckoning generations pass each providing identity the human instinct to associate comfort somehow found within the misery of others tragic irony of the brotherhoods and sisterhoods only the lonely are free free from expectations and conformity

woke up somewhere between tim buck two and the mission fields ahh, the worried and the broke near the wishing well sat a old woman with a inch long cigarette ash singing church songs and praying she must have seen the destruction caused by greed and selfishness the young never really understood their lives usually not soaked with loss and disappointment and vices no such thing as young at heart

herman cain, herman cain are you ready for this pain the vultures are ready to end your game. herman cain, herman cain they all trashed your name what a shame what a shame, poor herman cain. herman cain, herman cain been kicked and defamed truth must be buried and a good man blamed. herman cain, herman cain come in here from the rain hard to lead america with your dignity maintained. herman cain, herman cain heard the songs that you sang what a shame what a shame, poor herman cain. g dg cgdg

empathy to rhyme we're all inclined to stray from the vine for 2 cents worth of a commoner's utterings. helicopter rose born next to the willows lived her life on the road going from flop house to flop house on the dock. started as a one man band played his tunes all across the land kept on saying he understands 'til one day when he claimed his pants caught on fire. simply written, simply said hard to bust through a thick head in times we're tested, in times we're led close your eyes and have a little quiet time with us. amemgf (3)

g honeymoon c when streets were icy ranch in the valley cussing rattling windows winter parks to the top of the mountain homestead up in eldorado mission churches near laredo's downtown trail walkers where the lily pads swam ruins in tulum afternoon rum runner mexican disco mirrors on the ceiling pot belly girl ready for a miracle tell us about the times when you held her hand. d7g dignity it's all in the eyes perceptions and the mind's alibi hold it together locked in a rolling stone daily routines give the years colors a masterpiece hung above the mantel accents of roses two little girls with bonnets starting to wander peering from the gazeebo a restless man keeping watch over the women every hour a time capsule moment every day one of thirty thousand.   

take a two by four as you head out the door gonna go march the north end of erwin park something we want to say people we really want to blame couldn't keep his last job something about screwing off better take a winter hat it'll be cold during the late night rap hope that guitar player is there the one with the funny hair singing ghost songs and blues 'bout the time he lost his shoes ten minute solos, finger picking style coat was made from some baby cow dude last night got put in the slammer took a swing at the event planner be really really scary to go to jail like something out of dante's hell protest, protest whatever it is write it all down and make a list send it on up to the white house door demand to be heard, demand the floor until you quit pissing in the parks or living it up after dark sounds like the sounds of an idiot wind mad at themselves for their constant sins occupying their minds with chanting songs burning that ...