Monday, March 31, 2014
At the harbour
Out at daybreak to the sun
Seas are drifting glass
The tides were turning to the storm
Winds were moving fast
Women waiting at the harbour
Silent stand around
Weather storms another day
For men the sea had found
Fisherman were laying nets
The barrels spread the bait
The seagulls warning echoed round
Winds that wouldn't wait
People gathered at the harbour
Waiting for the tide
Eyes half closed against the spray
And tears they cannot hide
Shadows falling at the harbour
Women stand around
Weather storms another way
For men the sea had drowned
Hulls were creaking crashing sails
Rains were slating down
The oilskins flapping, decks awash
Slanting turning round
Thunder roaring at the harbour
Women drawn in fear
Huddle up to wait the time
And pray the sky will clear
Howling winds and the raging waves
Cracked upon the boats
And torn from safety torn from life
Men with little hope
Ghostly echoes at the harbour
Whispering of death
Women weeping holding hands
Of those they still have left
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
I was walkin' down the street
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said I never seen a man
Who looked so all alone
Oh could you use a little company
And if you pay the right price
Your evening will be nice
You can go and send me on my way
I said you're such a sweet young thing
Why do you do this to yourself?
She looked at me and this is what she said
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free
No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
Not even 15 minutes later
I'm still walkin' down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind
He put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn't lookin' for a fight
He said give me all you got
I want your money not your life
But if you try to make a move I won't think twice
I told him you can have my cash
But first you know I gotta ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?
Well now a couple hours passed
And I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming
To an end
So I turned to the TV
And flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn't
Comprehend
I saw a preacher man in cuffs
He'd taken money from the church
He'd stuff his bank account with righteous
Dollar bills
But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Bright Lights
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night well
You gonna know my name by the end of the night well
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
I don't care no, no
You don't care
Start up with the bottle
End it up with the bottle
Taking shots, waiting for tomorrow
Trying to fill up, was hollow
You gonna know my name
You gonna know my name
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
I don't care no, no
Cause you don't care
Get lost in this city trying to find myself
I woke up with different versions
Came down somebody else
I know it ain't right
But its song in my head
Wow I'm surprised
I'm still alive I should breathe in
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
Bright lights, big city going to my head
I don't care no, no
You don't care
You gonna know my name
You gonna know my name
You gonna know my name
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, well
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Taro
Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war
They advance as does his chance, very yellow white flash
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags
Burst so high finally Capa lands
Mine is a watery pit Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy, foe
Him five yards from his leg, from you, Taro
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colors and cares glaze to gray, shriveled and stricken to dots
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not, le photographe est mort
Three, point, one, four, one, five, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of '54
Doors open like arms my love, painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa, Capa dark after nothing, re-united with his leg
And with you, Taro
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
Hey Taro
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