| Bind Up My Life Villains Lovers and Fools Page 5 |
| Hebrides Pondering the Hebrides Now where in the hell are they? I know that they are in the blue But I have to ask which way? I search that leaky vessel amid the to�s and fro�s Between my visual latitude And the longitude of my nose Oh leaky vessel, I scrape your barnacles away And contemplate the awful rot And the brine of ocean spray Surely I�ll find the answer Deep in the cargo hold Amid collections and classifications In a trunk of knowledge old Under the cheese cake recipes And and there among the maps I just want to find the Hebrides Please show me where they�re at! I pause a bit to ponder The nature that is SEA Rules of definition Or the whim of Cartography? Is a Sea an Ocean And an Ocean just a SEA ? A riddle never ended An answer yet to be? A pint�s a pound the world around Is it just the same extended? Or are there regulations And logic to be defended? I close my eyes and wonder A mapmaker sits and stares A scattering of islands That have to go just there. Sargasso skipping down the tongue landing on the square of SEA. Once again he tries with OCEAN And proceeds to skin his knee. Its 3am And I can�t sleep I�ve fallen into rhyme I�m wondering about Ossigoths And where they fit in time And who the hell are the Ossigoths I know I saw them there Hanging just above the sonnets, In their leather underwear. And now I�ve gotten silly With my sleepless, mindless rhyme Bring me chamomile and dreams, sweet honey I need some sleepy time. |
| The Little General The little general is tired�. So many lives To be scattered So many hearts To be broken So many dreams To be shattered�.. It�s a mighty weight To carry On the mind, On the heart, On the spine Of a little general�� Sleep now Dream Sweet lover come to me And forget For a while The battle cry The do or die The war of living Yet to come Before the sums The losses counted The gross and the net Of an unholy bet Wagered In flesh And bone And soul The little general is tired�. |
| Pilgrims to Jerusalem Pilgrims to Jerusalem Little Friend, they�re on their way Plotting and Planning Just where they ought to stay Pilgrims to Jerusalem Be sure the table�s set Better count the silverware (Relics they must get) Pilgrims to Jerusalem They want to see you standing there And touch your pure and saintly robes (And steal your underwear) Pilgrims to Jerusalem Know they do it out of love So bless them with your pretty smile And let them touch your glove Pilgrims to Jerusalem Dear friend they�re on their way I wish you luck, and life, and love (Now hold your breath and pray) |
| Endless Harmonic There are constants in living Truths intertwined~ Patterns of color Intersected with time. By turns bleak and somber, Then soaring above~ An endless harmonic Of IF, IS and WAS. |
| Walking Stick He measures his life in footnotes As if he were bound for history books He measures his thoughts As if the world were listening He is a walking stick in the garden A chameleon in the underbrush An unspoken billboard baby Let�s scrape off the paint And see if he�s real |
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