I eat dogs and murder non Texans,
For simple matter of bad complexions.
I'm a horrible bad Texas southerner,
Who would murder even his own mother.
Why, last night I cooked and canned my neighbor;
Today I went to church and rested from my labor.
You forgot to say how you bust rhymes better than all the rest
Were you calling me Doug? My name's Stuart
Doug posted just before you.
Actually Ed ....
All my exs live in texas
And texas is the place Id dearly love to be
But all my exs live in texas
And thats why I hang my hat in Ohio
My exes live elsewhere. The last thing I heard of my first wife, several years ago, she moved to Louisiana. It just dawned on me that she may have been there when the hurricane passed through. There's no way of knowing for sure.
in the simple tones of evening
when the dark is on the town
i reflect on days
and simple ways
and the happiness ive found
Si compadre
broken circles
with no beginning
or end
compadres
it is time for a poetry resolute and strong
with no pity me ethos or ring of doomsday gong
a boot in the teeth of despair
aye root old moloch from its lair
reclaim from desolation wrangles the nightingales song
build in castles lighthouses for the blind and withered soul
return to newcastle with a new and different kind of coal
spear the weak with kindness
an open hearted mindness
but prod them on their way to a fast and finer goal
a thousand hummingbirds dot the sky
pepper descends on soup
ambrosia broth
jealous chicken coup
the pillow of dreams
your clouds of hair
impeller of bliss
that draws me there
I wonder,
As I listen to the delicate sound of thunder
What's it all about?
Is this world down and out?
Or are we just black and blue?
Who can tell?
How much deeper before we get to hell?
hell is a street paved with diamonds
and starving faces all about
great big speeches and children
whose bloated bellies ballooon out
its armies marching mad dog machines
blessed by priests of corporate clout
the last chopper out of the dome
the last chopper out of saigon
the last chopper out of Iraq
the first chopper into iran
And is it that he's having fun?
The sun is in the east even though the day is done
The innocents cower as the rusty floodgate breaks
A monster full already with souls awakes
Is this the fate that their god wills?
To be caught between two collossal evils
And the final battle between dictators
Both complete and utter traitors
Goodbye baby,
One day maybe
You can be born into peace...
Peace, Peace
That silver tree
It's never how you want it to be
Some try to find but none can see
That peace is only fantasy
trees of peace come autumn
withered leaves on cold ground
huddled dreams of renewal
beneath the snowy mound
Your silent rebukes, your easy lies
And a cold, hard winter comes down
The smile that never touches the eyes
Might as well just stay a frown
i see brail in the silken sky
in fore-horizon and hind
a book of heaven
to the fingers of the mind
I think slowly through it all
Of the things I can't recall
Subconcious, speak to me
Tell me what I really see
walls are the sound of anger
in a public place
built stone by stone
by a long suffered race
