Evil comes in many places

drops its zeal on democracy's faces

bloodied dust blankets rubbled Gaza streets

now clandestine, it hovers and creeps

and hides in the banks and the islands and fleets

next bold, foreign commerce sets to flame

roiling crude to boil in a tangible political game

that substance we squandered like children in energy races

more addictive than water, gangs roll dice for its places

yet we insist we are not fighting for oil

deadly rockets and media smokescreens

fall like pamphlets on the masses

desperation and greed are kicking our asses

but Baghdad was beautiful once

strong like Arabica coffee, peaceful and serene

Baku, Heglig, NYC, and Scarborough Shoel

the Negev Desert, Las Malvinas were and are more

than symbols of crude subordination

to privileged conflicts of advantage du jour

there was a day when wholly-formed children just played

and Yazidi's women walked city streets freely

strong voices proclaimed and debated their truths

only rains fell on crops when the skies were not blues

the forests of Afghanistan flourished tall without bombings

the leopards were strong hunters, not subject to hunting 

by the conflict sickened, homeless and hungered

and nature, she rested while morning doves sang

I'd like to see beauty like that once again.

girl walks into a drinkin bar
music on her mind
first thing that is asked of her
is to leave herself behind

"who you meeting with
hey girl, tell me
who is meeting with you?"

She sighs
you better leave that anger at home,
you better leave that anger at home
a skillet's hottest on a slow burning fire
you better leave that anger at home

girl walks into a drinkin bar
music on her mind
first thing that is asked of her
is to leave herself behind

"who you sleeping with
hey girl, tell me
who is sleeping with you?"
 
She sighs
you better leave that anger at home
you better leave that anger at home
a skillet's hottest on a slow burning fire
you better leave that anger at home

girl walks in to a drinkin bar
music on her mind
first thing that is asked of her
is to leave herself behind

You offer me sunshine, then bring me rain. You offer to listen, while you explain. I wait for a rainbow that should paint the skies. But no, you're probably right.

You offer me chocolates, then feed me gruel. You tell me you love me, that I'm your fool. I'm starving for sweetness, the cupboard is bare. But no, you're probably right.

Someday
When I find a way
Maybe tomorrow or some other day
I'll hear you
And fly away

You promise me roses, not dandelion yards. You ask me to wait up, while she steals your charms. I'm polishing tarnish from novel dreams. But no, you're probably right.

Someday
When I find a way
Maybe tomorrow or some other day
I'll hear you
And fly away

Fuck Y'all

Lyrics by Tambria and my Vacation Facebook Wall
Music by ?

Intro: Okay, so I said I would write my first lyrics for a song. I hope not to offend (too much) Y'all wrote it for me.

Verse I
> climbing ten flights up
> to the lowest feeling
> death play list
> for my head to be reeling
> pigeon headed ladies
> scattering their crumbs
> hoping for a wind storm
> or a hurricane to come

Verse II
> walking down State St.
> unlocked cell phone
> This is 'merica
> nursing at the drone
> hammer-wielding children
> don't lock their doors
> our goal is to stop politicians
> from being doctors

Chorus / Hook
> I'll go to my place, you go to yours
> If I ask, can I be your flower girl
> I wish we had been friends back in the day
> Mama wash this scent from me

Verse III
> texting while driving
> obstructionist jackass
> Obama's coming for your guns
> with soldiers and tear gas
> members of the union
> into mismanagement delve
> Joker and Harley
> murdered cops then selves

Verse IV
> Going out for beers
> with all my favorite peeps
> Happy wags his tail
> Even when he sleeps
> Vacation almost over
> Who ya gonna call?
> That's the end of my lyrics
> fuck y'all

Chorus / Hook
> I'll go to my place, you go to yours
> If I ask can I be your flower girl
> I wish we had been friends back in the day
> Mama wash this scent from me

Bridge
> It doesn't have to make sense
> I really have to pee
> Drop the jaw
> Drop the jaw

Freedom Was

Freedom was a hot house flower

desperate to wrap and twine,

to have the sun caress her petals

into sweet blushes like red wine.

“Send me springtime's woven blanket

of green lawns and amber stones,

I should be wearing sky's azure wrapping

feel dawn's kiss upon this rose.

My coffee-colored roots

mourn the dance within the earth,

petals flirting with a meadowlark

bullfrogs singing out their mirth”

Standing silently beside her

long-stem roses nodded in a row

they shared the wish of Freedom,

their natural right to grow.

Greed, he was in business,

he bought the roses for silver pence,

he sliced them down together,

stripped each one of her defense.

Freedom tossed and bunched with others

in a monochromatic jam,

stuck in poisoned water casings, chilled in boxes,

she was damned

Hot house delicate & exotic,

once proudly standing, now torn down,

Freedom cried to Zephyr's melody

under rain's percussive window sound.

“Oh nature's daughters I warn you,

work hard to wrap and twine,

or you too will be transplanted

to the 1-800 assembly line.

For greed will take your measure,

Silver coin pass hand to hand,

clippers they will cut you,

to be bunched in Greed's firm hands.”

Rest in the pod that is New London
We, three maturing
One day to scatter in the wind
To our own furthest reaches
Three seeds to be discovered
By children as toys
My friends.

walk around my block tonight
bring your shoulders close to mine
rest your fingers in my palm
match your cadence to my stride
orchestrate our pendulum song
walk around my block tonight