Slapstick Tragedy
Thursday September 04th 2008, 9:10 am
Filed under: Music, Poetry

I work for the money
So I can play for keeps
I dance for my honey
So she won’t see me weep

I drive down this road
Made of ashes and glass
I’m a prince and I’m a toad
I’m an angel and an ass

It’s a slapstick tragedy
This vicious comedy
I gotta sing it for free
So the Man won’t own me

I see trouble comin’
Just around the bend
But there’s no time for runnin’
This close to the end

They push my face in the dirt
But my head’s in the sky
I gotta hide my hurt
How they make me lie



In The Black
Friday August 29th 2008, 6:39 am
Filed under: Music, Poetry

Can you see in the dark?
Can you stay in the black?
Are there trees on the ark?
Will we say what we lack?

If the sun fails to shine
And the one comes to light
Then those of the night will dine
On those who are right

Should the moon cease to rise
and the night turn to day
There shall be no more lies
but a truth we can’t say

An echo of silence
Blasts forth from the past
Calling ghosts of compliance
Down from the clouds at last



The Means Are The End
Thursday August 28th 2008, 9:49 pm
Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized

A principle needs not a prince
anymore than a crime requires prints

Our lives need not reason
as much as our paths require reflection

Love is a trial and love is a dance
Love is not magic, love is a chance

The end is the means are the end in the end
When friend becomes family and foe becomes friend



Writers Write
Thursday August 28th 2008, 10:47 am
Filed under: Poetry

Dedicated to every writer.

You write what you know
when you can’t prove what you write.
When you know you are right
you write what you know.

A picture paints a thousand words,
making the writer’s brush quite heavy.
An army of stories is all we can levy,
using the sheer force of metaphors.

You write what you know
by day or by night.
The mask of fiction is tight
the light of truth is bold.



UNTITLED
Monday August 25th 2008, 12:43 pm
Filed under: Poetry

Written at Agnanti Restaurant (19th St and Ditmars in Astoria)

I write these lines
to pass the time
open the blinds
and clear my mind

to pass the time
I do my time
and stand in line
and say “Everything’s fine”

open the blinds
to feel the sun’s shine
and pretend that it’s mine
at least for a time

and clear my mind
of the ties that bind
to pass time time
I write these lines

These words are a maze
Setting the world ablaze
keeping us in a haze
but it’s just a phase

Setting the world ablaze
with the turn of a phrase
while the foolish one plays
the pious one prays

Keeping us in a haze
a silent dance craze
as the sheep graze
and the mothers raise

But it’s just a phase
so keep track of the days
and log all the ways
these words are a maze

Then out of the blue
I meet someone like you
now the world is new
and nothing feels true

I meet someone like you
and my days are too few
if you were made to subdue
then I was made for you

Now the world is new
my perception’s askew
what I thought I knew
I now see through

And nothing feels true
since you came into view
Now I seek the taboo
to get close to you



Trojan Horses
Tuesday August 12th 2008, 2:59 pm
Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized

The nets will shrin​k
while​ wise men quibb​le
The citie​s will sink
as the ice caps dribb​le

The fish shall​ swim
what few there​ are left
The winne​rs shall​ win
while​ the loser​s cry “​Theft​!​”​

We give up our lives​
to endur​e short​er lines​
Alway​s too fearf​ul of knive​s
and too toler​ant of fines​

One day we’​ll look back
on the path that we blaze​d,​
let’​s not regre​t the lack
of an issue​ not raise​d



Propheteering
Tuesday August 12th 2008, 9:17 am
Filed under: Poetry

So many worlds so far away,
so many nights before this day.
Our follies many, our memories few
of the types of evil that good men can do
(the types who listen to what I say)

the true songs of Freedom
have yet to be sung
but we dance anyway
and we dance everyday
to the silent beat of hum-drum

the words that I sling
have already been slung
by each Mother and Child
and Beast that is Wild
A song sung by all that can sing

what I fear most is silence
(the kind made of compliance)
where no one will see
that which all can see
and the only crime is defiance

What I cannot accept is to sit and pray
down on my knees, begging for a new day.
what I hope for is truth
(the kind that blows off the roof)
only then will I sit and stay



On Vampires and Pyramids
Sunday August 10th 2008, 3:40 pm
Filed under: Poetry

Sleeping dogs lie
to me
while
Cats kill the curiosity
in me
and
The world hides reality
from me
forever.



Ode to Mad Men
Saturday August 09th 2008, 3:30 pm
Filed under: Poetry

By night I write poems and plays
By day I wander through a psychological maze

By night I dance and act on stage
By day I dance and hide my rage

I have countless bosses with nameless faces
Albatrosses made of letters and spaces

I calculate lines and craft precise shapes
All the while never peering behind the drapes



A Many-Faced Destiny
Monday August 04th 2008, 12:10 pm
Filed under: Poetry

A poem for my wife Jess, in celebration of her 26th birthday on 7/31

Paths that are not blazed
but accepted
through a word
a kiss
a dream

Destinies that are not certain
but discovered
through an accident
an indiscretion
an instinct

Ceremonies that are not planned
but created
through spontaneity
and spirits
and love

Experiences that are not owned
but shared
through openness
with understanding
with patience

Forgiveness not purchased
but freely given
through empathy,
support, and
bravery