Mending a wild bird’s broken wing, then setting it free to fly again. / Dust collects on the shelves in the house of memory / An unexplainable clinging to an old pair of shoes / These are the times I seem to recycle over and over again / Allowing them as if I had control to tumble onto paper with graphite / Lifelong journies for Technicolor vapors / Did you feel that? Yes I felt it too / A microcosm of an unthinkable thing / The times things just simply are / Shed childhood teeth sit rotting in 500-year-old jewel boxes / All over the world people are living / With a 60-watt burned-out heart and a palm full of tears / Still standing firm hoping that metamorphosis is near / Delirium-induced confidence in myself and mankind / I’d stay to tell you all about it if I only had the time / You see I gotta get to nowhere and I’m running a little behind / But I promise if I’m ever in the area to drop you a line.
An incredible amount of gratitude I owe to this mighty congregation / With no views on the state of the nation, nor do they wish to hear of tribulations / If you dwell in them, a pull like powerful magnets attracting from all sides / Not too much one way or the other / Somewhere amidst the middle is where I’d like to lie / When the hours roll by like slow urban traffic, should I go on antibiotics or homeopathic? / And other such choices that aren’t too vital, yet we ponder them like a pet watching its master masturbate. / Believing in God or luck and fate, random chaos or divine intervention / Apologies for my lack of attention, it’s just diarrhea of the brain / Eyes shut, I blow out the flame.
In the past three days I have written so much shit that I am about to explode / I forget what the fuck I'm talking about half the time / And haven't been outside but two times today / And even then it was just time to smoke a cigarette / My God my mind has gone blank / There is so much to write about that I can't get the first word down / I have to admit though it is kinda fun just constantly working / I'm getting better at typing / This is something I set out to do and slowly I am completing it / Sorry I am giving you all this shit / But it just helps to write out whats going on in the mind of a lunatic.
They clench their fists in ire / All too anxious to milk the desire / Breath new life into their reality / Oh won't you, won't you walk with me / If I've cut thee / An apology / Oh won't you, won't you walk with me / Its an awkward sensation / The knowing / The light / But I plead / Unstitch their eyes / Let them have sight / Breath new life into their reality / Oh won't you, won't you walk with me
My room is a mess / My life is a mess / My purpose here is no longer clear / For me or anyone around me / If I had the knowledge of the reason why / If I had the courage to ask the reason why / All I do is sit / Shallow as a puddle of piss / Redefining sin / Living / Waiting for...
As I grow all I ask for is what is true / And on this quest I found you / Unlike the circle your three sides tell a different story / But I'm afraid / So I live in purgatory / The stars told me that I was an intellectual / But I've got my head stuck in a cloud / I try and I try / But I don't know how / Won't somebody help me now
The turtle was of a deep green / All animals envied his instinct and guile / With all he shared, love, and smile / The turtle loved by many / Hunted by few / Was given all the benefits of the forest / All he asked for was unity and acceptance for change / As he wades through the river the animals bid him fair well / Later on that day on his journey to the next land / He was caught by two men/ And they proceeded to split him in half and eat him
I truly wish I were part of a traveling circus / And could do tricks for the little ones and help elders up stairs / I could make all of them laugh again / I would wear purple and green donkey slippers / And I could go bowling for pennies on ice / I could lick off all the wall sticker burrs / And sing to a dolphin spring jack
That marshmallow feeling is now replaced / With one of a different face / One of frustration and rage / Yet also sprinkled with the tears of an infant / I thank, but I also regret / I prosper, but suffer too / And it seems too great for any human to comprehend
Between he and she / Who would you pick? / All those keeping her down / Y'all make I sick / I and I would not exist / If woman child were no here
A tear fall from my eye / Into your palm / We've been fighting for equality / For much too long / Times have changed / And so should the song / Be fruitful yes / But don't discriminate / Those who choose to ignore / It is your fate / How could a flower grow / If it didn't have good soil to put its roots in / To deprive sistrens of their rights / In my mind is a sin / So put their hand next to yours / And catch that tear together / A tear fall from my eye / Into you palm / We've been fighting for equality / For much too long / Times have changed / And so should the song
Now it is time for the beginning of the end / Now it is time for the highest to send / A messenger of the way it should and could be / I put no limit on the power within / The unity of all is one / But as strong as strong can be / It has been grasped and mangled and spit back out for all to see / You wont be seeing me preaching on the TV / About how to sell out and act a fool / But you may be seeing me on your TV
He was a man so stubborn in his ways, that not even his own loving son could get through to him. His son was at one time the same, but was trying to improve on this. He hated his father for holding him back, but at the same time knew that one day his father would die and he would no longer have to deal with any of the problems that he had to grow up with. But one day his father cut him so deep that the son couldn't handle it, and the son ran away never seeing his father or the rest of his family as a result. And until the day the son died he resented his father for what he did.
Walking down the street just the other day / I see a blue pink panther coming my way / A fajita pita in his hand / Dreaded hair tied back with a rubber band / He blew me a kiss / Floated up to the sky / Then I looked into a mirror / And dived into the black of my eye / There I met a funky green worm / He gave me a map to the river of sperm / There I kick boxed with an armadillo / Then I woke up, I was punching my pillow / It was all a dream / But maybe that is the key / To the lock that stops us from prosperity
She was never a very good photographer. When it came to outdoors she claimed that there was just too much to photograph. She'd go kind of crazy just taking picture after picture, not caring if the photograph was in focus, or whether it was of buildings, or people, or the dirt road in front of her. But indoors she was brilliant. Her eye was so good at picking out what looked good, or what looked inviting. To the right you see a self portrait she took of herself in the bathroom shortly before she killed herself. She was found dead in the same outlandish outfit she has on in the photograph. Supposedly her suicide note said: "Indoors or outdoors I'm no good anymore." I liked her, but she was a little insane. I always knew that.
Embrace your naybor / For he is your brother / Fear not the vulture, children / For we have our culture, heal them / Strong as the ocean / Faith heals commotion / Come along and sing my song /
Guidance comes when you stand strong / Differ between whats right and wrong / As I and I chant a joyful psalm / And I ask the leaders of this here Babylon: / "Who gave you the right to ignore the world of the highest one / Where you gonna run downpresser man after you have your fun / And I promise Jah get ya for what ya done" / And Jah Jah make sure that your day come
Embrace your naybor / For he is your brether / Fear not the vulture, children / For we have our culture, heal them / Strong as the ocean / Faith heals commotion / Come along sing my song / Guidance comes when you stand strong
These paths have been walked before / Most likely by generations before ours / The beauty / The way things are / The way things are supposed to be / No sounds of industry / No sounds of misery / Or chaos / Simply the crackle of the shrubs and rocks / As my clumsy foot distributes the weight of my body / Awkwardly upon them
She was a lovely girl. I respected her in every way. She enjoyed going to the river, which was walking distance from her somewhat modern log cabin that sat peacefully in the hills of Orcas Island off the store of Washington State. She claimed that the river had more in it that just water. She said it contained the answer to self contentment, and she would go to it to praise it and admire it. She couldn't explain it to me in any more depth than that. But I think that it was the deepest explanation of anything I had ever heard.
Crescent moon / Time to move soon / Now is the time for Babylon's doom / If I and I were given the chance / Love and righteousness we would enhance / Come and revolt in a new song and dance / We will only grow more in strength / For Jah provider we go to any length / Oh give I the power to push on true / Don't let them devils ever hypnotize you / With their works evil, but their plan is feeble / And with the love of Jah people we can make it all equal
Have you ever seen a handful of flesh / Twist and turn in the fear of ambush / All anger is is fear / And now it all seems so clear / But back then I was an infant and I didn't know what it was / Swirled around / And into / And out of / Until there was not a single sliver of imagination left / In that boy / In that world / In that time / On that plane / Some say now that it was a fluke / I still say it was large, scary doubts / That lead him to where he dwells today / Off in the distance somewhere / Worshiping a toilet bowl / Or a computer screen
Two figures I know so well / Is the lust going to stay? / Time will tell / Four Marlboros and an Eighth / Not much to rely on anymore / But I will get better / I can't get any worse / Time to reschedule / Fade to black / Now the heat lamp is off me and on you
They tell me you are wrong / We are right / Disbelief compels me to fight / Break loose the chains of Babylon / The chains we allow them to put on / I cry: "Jah Jah show I the way / Jah Jah please hear what I say / I is in your hands now / So I beg show me how / Shall I take this route just for now? / Or for"I"ver?"
She was the first of her tribe. She competed with the warriors of the tribe like she was a warrior herself. She didn't understand women being thought of the ones who care for the home. Her hunting and tracking skills were superb. She was never quite excepted though, until the war broke out between Spanish settlers and her tribe. She gave her life for her people. She fought hard and fierce, but a bullet was put through her. And no matter how strong and courageous she was asked to join the gods. She still dances through the fields where she was killed and plays her flute so that all can hear. The white man calls her flute playing: Wind.
Why must I do your deeds / Why must you bother me / I have no regard for your downpressin' laws / I am trying to make you notice your flaws / My fear of your Wall Street / What keeps me safe is da Reggae beat / Give me all you got and I'll tell you again: / "This is the dawn of the Rasta men" / I aint I and I intrested in yo money / I and I think yo suit look funny / Jah in highest praise / Babylon leader its time to face / This is the one fire for Babylon
George Bush talking about abortion on TV / Giving the responsibility to the state / Poor sixteen year old Suzie crying / Impregnated by her last date / How can we live in a world of such impurities / Only concern is our own self security / You say I'm a poet / I'm expressing my feelings / Sick and tired of being called the son of Dan Fielding