More Music for the Royal Fireworks (for George Frideric Handel)

They're rollin' downtown from the college
The kingdom of darkness is round
The world is on fire with knowledge
What comfort but love to be found?

The underworld crackle delirious
The context election and war
White demon black smoke swallows Christmas
Charles Dickens gives 'em what for

telling people who really love this year
of sensational winter green smells
But never mind their kind say some shepherds these cold days,
sing choirs of angels wishin' each of them well

Their new context writ in between us
Look squarely in the other one's eyes
fully knowing firm friendship embraces us now
Good faith says to tell no more lies

Clear vision appears to have its effect
Blue eyes of the heart open wide
Rising together see love resurrect
No turning back the Messiah our guide

Head out in the same sound direction, I will
turn up your level straight path
On the narrow road of defection keep pressing
Laugh within love when it laughs
©2008 g.o.

American Dream (#7)

I'm a rat a tat tat, the door knocker
The stranger who is stranger than you
Now open the door, put some fresh coffee on
Do it fast there is plenty to do..

Is it three o'clock in the morning?
The door bolted tight with two locks?
In my mind so far off there's a dream world within
the dead realm my reality walks

Go away! I'm awake in my thoughts, I said
On the door to my heart there's no knob
Go away where you came from like a thief in the night
I'm tired, sick from corn on the cob

Forever concerned with the minimums, too
Are they really gonna raise our pay?
Forever wrapped up in the red, white, and blue
strapped tight for some cold cash today

Forever tied down to the time clock
The new baby that I never knew
who ain't waitin' around for the truth to show up
got a mind of own as he grew..

The stranger said wake up and listen to me, man
Let me in so you won't suffer loss
The end of the world is my mission in time
Your new job's to die on my cross

Read your sentence of death in the morning
See the light on the road about noon
A question marked heart's sole comfort arrives
in my answers with a period that soon

Hear the sweet voice callin' you brother
Drive your stake in the light of the moon
My train's in Kansas City any day now at dawn
Hallelujah not a second too soon
Hallelujah, not a second too soon

I'm a rat a tat tat, the door knocker
The stranger who is stranger than you
Throw open the door, put some fresh coffee on
Hurry up, there is plenty to do..
©2008 g.o.

New Media

You were staring at the stars. They were up and coming down.
I saw you tread the North woods hunting ravens with a hound.
You were rising as you said the stars are falling from the skies.
Downtown at the press club words of woe unto the wise.

You said, "Calmly turn your radio down.
Jerk the wires from your head!
Talk yourself! Gather near!
Man's media is dead!
The funeral was yesterday.
No good poets even went!
Live poetry does resurrect where art and music do repent!
Give Glory to the God of gods I am the God of slaves!"
Glory to the God of gods I am the God of slaves!

You wondered if I'd visit you in prison where you been.
I saw your state the earthquake raked and ripped it wide open.
Your poems shake the earth. Truth erupts as they are read!
You lifted up the jailer raising two whipped men half dead.

You were coming close to see and hear. Just to join the chosen few.
I saw you at a distance from the Baptist and I knew.
You were at the truck stop asking, "What about a long term raise?"
I met you in the wilderness in amber waves of purple haze.
©2008 g.o.