Music Obsessions

The gender of our humanity is meaningless.
*Our minds are above such matters.
The collective thinking of all the geniouses.
*And the void that is never understood.
Lets talk back and forth about associations.
*This hopeless pursuit of certain woe.
Chimes of freedom from music obsessions.
*These structures need more bridges.

Tribal Folks

This is only an imaginary friend, caught up in a daze of noble intentions and true affection.  Holding back from our natural tendencies, too stubborn to let go of the possibilities, knowing the futility of our future.  This instant makes quite a statement.  Now or never like its never been before.  Absolute time, stable and constant, will never heed, it will never bow down, it will never quit.  We can only fill it.  The reactions to the actions, and the reactions to those.  It continues perpetually, only pausing for our sleep, which is another dimention with its own desires and fears.  Now awakened, we are selective, choosing carefully the people we consider true friends.  Those we are willing, and eager, to experience life alongside.  Those in which we confide.  Our soul brothers and soul sisters.  Tribal folks.

Majestic (Certainly Inevitable)

Pick it up where we left it off.
Majestic.
Last time we said this and that.
Lakewood.
Just to be in a conversation, to agree.
Granada.
Encouraging and remembering.
Kessler.
Top of the game, making her own moves.
Clearview.
Some things are certainly inevitable.

The Wigging And The Wagging

Raise your arms for a full morning stretch.

Groove to the groovy music, got enough rest.

Now's the time for the wigging and the wagging.

You'll be exhausted, your feet'll be dragging.

Til one day when you learn about truth.

Bout money and greed and what it makes people do.

That's when you'll take that extra hour.

To stop for the quiet, stop and smell the flowers.

Skip The Meetings

The sound words of our Our Lord Jesus Christ said not to keep the children from him.  This was before communion debates.  Not to be be disrespectful brothers and sisters, but all those other Synods in 1917 were out of control!  Those predestinarians in Ohio were insane.  Worship, work, and party together.  Avoid everyone else.  Obviously, the drunkards won the liquer question.  This is for the benefit of the outsider, you see.  Unity throughout the length and breadth of the land.  All the men agreed.  Maybe, the ladies all agreed on everything too, but doubtful many were asked.

Martin Luther might even be ashamed.  Wilhems's war cry, Franz claiming the faith as his own, Porterfield's denomination warnings.  Like sad brains had been closed for good, preferring to die than to open.  Even faith is not enough, it must be true faith.  Always the most smart in the room.

Jesus fulfilled all the prophesies of the Old Testament, walked the earth doing miracles and teaching, died, rose, witnessed by thousands.  We got the Holy Spirit left behind and get to have some Jesus at the table.  The water and the word.  This body and blood helps us live a more forgiving and righteous life.  The Holy Spirit really can translate scripture very well, despite our involvement.  We've all been saved, and a compelling is ignited to go.  Point to the word, skip the meetings.

This fraternity fight.  They must close up ranks, forget effectiveness, forget the map.  They fear the contagion of error even more than breathing small pox air.  Such damnableness.  This is devilish, this sarcasm, but ludicrousness must be illuminated.  Like poor scaredy house cats with a sanitation phobia, all breathless and worried.

To The Future Of Light

Strategically, it was clear.
The room should be made right.
All the walls removed.
Replaced with beads.
Let the whole place sway.
With the rhythms of the winds.

Tactically, we should adjust our approach.
What's happening now is not working.
People left frustrated and confused.
Gone are the laid back.
The peaceful easy dealers.
Bring back the joy.

Practically, lets be real.
Frame of reference still matters.
Our own times are all our own.
Lived with scoundrels and angels alike.
Through to now and somehow forgiven.
To the future of light.

Statistically, lets divide it up.
The main three categories.
Yes and no and maybe.
The percentages are wild and crazy.
They must be lit up.
Minds that have been closed are sad.

Clot

Em
Like it or not,
C
Doc found a clot.
G
Was in my heart,
Em                                 G     
Gotta rip me apart.

The morning came,
was racking my brain.
Gave me some pills,
that gave me the chills.

Folks lifting prayers,
this just isn't fair.
Prepared for the cure,
this procedure.

They looked again,
before they went in.
All were amazed,
the clot went away.

Went to the lungs,
and that's still no fun.
But lemme tell ya Jack,
glad my chest ain't cracked.

Damn, damn, damn,
guess we'll stick to the plan.
Melt that fucking clot,
with drugs and shots.

*prayer for Joey Giammarco.