Gary Ottoson

Patriot Blues in the Land of the Giants

2012-02-05T10:51:00.001-06:00

Fantasy grows on old cheese heads like mold
Stock money in rolls fresh printed line-graphed
But Giants unseen from the Light of pure gold
are poising to punish such kingdoms and craft

Moments ago, it seems like forever
Regime change so swift while the patriots slept
Lead balls in their eyelids heavy as leather
The party is over adeptly stealth crept

The Giants are rushing! Paul Revere crying
'No patriot comes to the rescue half c(r)ocked'
Their best defense offense - lithely are flying
blue angels Heavens pour vials unlocked!

'Is it mustard gas? Never, but risen the yeast
of the new kingdom rising,' says I am the Bread
Lightening flesh flashing Lamb bolts from the East
From tombs and the catacombs come forth the dead

To the great hall of David stream Giants and laughing
proposing us toasts with the Father and Son
A bride smelling roses with her Spirit, she's dancing
and a Baptist is preaching his head off for fun

©2012 Gary Ottoson | To Justin Tuck

--
Feb. 6, 2012

<<.. Giants .. opened the scoring by forcing Brady, packed into his end zone with Justin Tuck giving chase..>>
nytimes.com

<<.. pressure that made him throw it away..>>
sports.yahoo.com/..shutdown-corner

<<.. Giants out with a 2-0 lead. Then.. three tackles, two more quarterback sacks, three quarterback hits.. >>
sports.yahoo.com/..shutdown-corner

<<..Giants knew .. Tuck ruled..>>
timesunion.com

Resolution 62 : I Want To Be Slim

2011-12-31T16:14:00.000-06:00

The auto club is driving me--
and, we're going back to slim's gym--
Once a vicious cycle building who married eats and drinks
let a blue bird plane him down with the buzzing of the Lord

Highly enthusiastic I am now
mostly with my auto club growing old
as everything new springing forth out of life
is the run of the mill being ripped and skinnied,
slimmed and trimmed like a cedar board

lightly and surreptitiously, a sanding by the finger of God
in Spirits of the old mill stream--smoker clouds
Fire and water milling a plank
while the drumming saws take it to sated but elated souls

They turn me over like an engine with a crank
and I can prove I am starting
when my hungry old fat man burns the buffet,
goes and tells the ham and burger kings
that slim like Jim still grows on him

Yeh, the auto club is driving--
and, we're going to slim's gym--
Again, a vicious cycle building who married ate and drank
lets a blue bird plane him down with the buzzing of the Lord..
©2011 Gary Ottoson | To Slim Cessna's Auto Club , December 30, 2011

The Sky Blew Up, #15

2011-12-12T14:33:00.000-06:00

Red lips, cute nose, just right for wee bear
My hair flaxen golden should never grow old
in the virgin time warp of bear Eden's chair
Bear Venus too hot and Mars bear is too cold

But, once upon a time while whistling a song,
a bright Boa beside me his tattoo the Tree
Oh, could I have sensed that his motive was wrong?
While he strummed Oh, Suzanna the banjo was me

Oh, he'll hire my husband - Oh, he loves my name,
my Goldilocks flowing the way it does fall
His words are like gods Ronald Reagan's the same
are not the word written in rock on this wall

The bowl about clean, well, so sweet the porridge!
I crashed with the Boa like a star in a loft
Yikes! Gather my clothes! God the bears in the forest!
(The radio blaring Tebow and Newt
with a brain like a blender to top it all off)
Then I ran out the back and up the sky blue..

O, baby, the moral is I ought to stay
away from the Boa man he is too strong
The bears in the forest are moving today
with the sky blew up, I am moving along
A taste of sweet porridge and singing my songs...
©2011 Gary Ottoson | ..♫♫.......♫♫♫♫♫...♫♫...

Attention!

2011-12-09T11:43:00.001-06:00

Two single-shots are loaded, liquor rusting on your lap
So where'd you get blast holes through the sole of your boot strap?
Death emits a mystery stench like searing cordite scars
I see you wanna rise up now, so stand right where you are!

Old man, while losing lots of blood a fresh supply is drawn,
cleansing to you onward flowing reddish streaks of dawn
Wounds your carnal weapons from this conversation on

One nearby great physician has a gentle shepherd staff
He powers the icy darkness swirling arms of Alderaan

Release the single-shots, Sir, let's blow off Golden Pond,
the loons, and offspring angry at their Father all day long
Could either of us miss it when we're gone?
Could either of us miss it when we're gone?
©2011 Gary Ottoson | To Col. RJP, 3rd Marines

2011-11-20T14:59:00.001-06:00

I turned my other cheek, one day a pilgrim slapped my face
He's rejecting love, but I accept him in your place
My other cheek already broken all because of you
movin' down a lonely road among the chosen few

We do our homage secretly, the left hand from the right
are separate in our pockets empty faded from the light
And you are preachin' like the wind in many of our tongues
You know what we've been thinkin' 'fore it exits from our lungs

I met you in the Spring time when the wars had just begun
You arrayed in ancient when the two of us were young
Stinging bullets flyin' over head, their bombs still scare
Militias, hawks, and doves at work to rule us from the air

Now demon drones move faster
Who the hell knows who or where they are?
God is dead, they're hoping at the Kansas City Star
But, who then is this in us on the ground, dude, Uncle Sam?
Ask it, knock, and seek but at the gate of the I am
unless you are ashamed to occupy a flock of lambs(?)

Yeh, he was on the ground where I was diggin' out a hole
Asked if I could rest a spell, still speakin' to my soul
The dirt is sittin' there right where I put it in the piles
The Spirit blowin' dust away along our second miles..
©2011 Gary Ottoson

2011-08-07T06:05:00.000-05:00

My face too turns pale from trouble within
I see the fourth beast swallow again
People devoured - Worlds are sucked in
Kings overpower not one man of sin

At this time the darkness ready to be
Times in an instant with nowhere to flee
And half a time by this authority
Forever advances from eternity

So true a few believe not of their mind
The language the words of which angel defines
For linear moments on down the line
The Ancient of Days delivers in time
©2011 Gary Ottoson | Daniel 7

Disasters

2011-05-16T03:08:00.000-05:00

The boys still listening to Daddy read
Old stories with rhymes and tall tales
Cuddled together warmly and freed
No shifting winds in their sails

The twenty first century real estate man
Left a yellow right angle sign in the yard
And Mother, packing possessions too tight,
Crying for words much too hard

The dog and the cats had gone to the vet,
None transferred to the City,
It was tough to say so long to the pets,
To part ways with the Mom and her kitties

Folks at the bank who close the accounts,
Noting another lost exported job,
Figure out slowly the tension that mounts
Simply said "bye" to Betty and Bob

The money was tight when the earthquake came
And touched what sustained them with fire
Bob and the family were never the same
Indebtedness never was higher

If and when their quaint dwelling could sell --
Loss and expenses extracted from taxes--
Cash on one hand could pay the motels
On the other the one way voyage to Kansas...

Their relatives East were loading their car
The swollen Missouri had swallowed their dairy
Betty, Bob, boys in an old Aerostar
Rolled past them out on the prairie
©1995-2011 Gary Ottoson

SS Black & Blues *

2011-05-04T16:03:00.011-05:00

Out in communication resurrection dei-defication break down shots ring in out in isolation in - insanity
Mate in confinement chains long life time union rifle butt stock warden swear by my private - property
Compartments locked cell block release hold jail keys brick walled inside - society
Office hardened concrete law police polit- enforcement -bureau steel bar transcendent legal - policy
Administrate department sealed breaches guarded lips tight in - security
Incarcerated freedom wanted words held captive tight high in - capacity
Transformation box car penal medication habit rehab instituted long arm railroads inter - nationality
Sentence death instructions judges bullet codes define in justice in - captivity, depravity, morality
Correct shots mediate state subjects lethal incorrect suspects inject hate insurrect reject - authority
Inspection profile murder pattern killing passion serial tough shit loveless - criminality..
© 2010-11 Gary Ottoson | Free Ai Weiwei

* "That the world did not take him seriously.. : in the year after Triumph of the Will's release,
Hitler named as Time magazine's "Man of the Year" - is no fault of Leni Riefenstahl's, for the
Hitler she gives us is plainly a [psychotic] weapon of mass destruction."
http://www.albany.edu/writers-inst/webpages4/filmnotes/fns07n6.html
--
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWqqK80Upws

--

Click on the photos (Credits : amazon.com) for full size, 300 dpi view

2011-03-03T18:21:00.010-06:00

The Crack of Dawn, #61

Another chance to turn a phrase
Ignite sweet sun light dying days!
Morning art on darkness drawn
through blue night moon's surrealest songs
Another day by grace to live
To rise again - The crack of dawn

Please, another shot, but to state the case
why no religion of the human race
ever ceases suffering on and on
Death pangs increase where life belongs
But, here's our day to live by grace
All rise again - The crack of dawn

Another year could wake us up
Another day death interrupt
The fragile strength of faith so strong
no power on Earth now proves it wrong
Another day to live by grace?
All rise again - The crack of dawn!

Another day beams on my face
Another time, another place
No turning back - A little taste
Some summer days - No time to waste
I like Ike's tomorrow gone
All rise again - The crack of dawn
© 2011 g.o. | To Aubrey W.

2010-12-31T00:30:00.000-06:00

Strongarm

My arm is your arm - My strength to want you
Freedom my gift - I contract your sorrows
Gathered in Wisdom ain't nothin' but virtues
No, dying don't kill you - No bankrupt tomorrows

Either love powers like the fiats of bankers
Wisdom sees clearly who's under their yoke
Or, pray to the Lord come visit your anger
Their powers are broken, will break and go broke

Heads they are rollin' the old fashioned way
Reasons are rockin' though nothin's in stone
Tails they're hustlin' big money to play
Wisdom speaks clearly - No networks - No phones

The word to your weakness: My strength is the Kingdom
Freedom from death - Debt your forgiveness
Redeeming the time is knowledge from Wisdom
Your arm is my arm - Your strength is my business
© 2010 g.o.

2010-10-11T23:06:00.000-05:00

Ghost Town Prolepsis, Version 6501

Three rode out from the town of Adam
Blew dust through the doors of Kansas
Three of him all tall as I am
Drawn the last gasp good deed by them
(red side-winder slithering, post-anti-shrill winds
hooooowll.. ..ooooohhh.. whooo.ooo.ooo.oooo.ooohhh... owwllll..ing)
©2010 g.o.

2010-08-20T01:04:00.012-05:00

While most do well to walk with the Lord

some do well constructing lives
religious recreation zones
Industrial Park materialism rules
expressly private property
imagine, under drones
the value of most people as tools

some do well with money
most must do without
honesty a word most must abhor
if character rules the dying world
most suffering is creating
most do well to walk with the Lord

as some do well imagining high character states
to rise above the net some God has blessed
imagination rules the schools most dumb blonds graduate
impressed the absolute is the most stressed

as some do well perfecting how by digging to proceed
to exceed net worth some God could not reject
imagining the service where the spirit skies, spiking
pray most down on their knees to resurrect

o some do well with blueprints drafting kingdoms of x
diagram some God giving victory success
engineering plans, imagination designs
competition for some God some idealist invents

as some do well financing their market dictates
to derivate from serving up most mortgage backed loans
some do well just banking now on zero interest rates
imagining most homes they can conveniently own

as some do well protecting them as wards of the states
a gated class beyond the most well policed friends
imagined not most everyone but some with their mates
the allies and most ravaged peasant army defends..
©2010 g.o.

2010-03-04T16:22:00.006-06:00

Birth Days: 'this age and the age to come'

can you believe another day?
sixty years are gone like that
now know better what to pray
i am happy love my cat

treasure moments without measure
as spring stars so is disaster
wiser play with leisure pleasure
winter light years move on faster

distance speaks with lengthiness
from toward the sun up darkly space
words no eye nor ear condense
close, the ageless time of grace
©2010 g.o.

2009-05-02T19:36:00.010-05:00

Visions of Amherst, #1

You keep guessing--you aren't gods
You never say--you wink&nod
You never know--you might be right
up close to God in a fire fight

I'm onto to you--I'm looking up
all Power mine--to down the cup
to eat the flesh--to be not sorry
between the Kingdom and the Glory

Do the math--play the horses
Your influence extend by forces
Right foot forward--left foot back
You're locked&loaded--dealing flak

My wood's all split now--do not lie
I'm on a stroll--obscene your eye
I'm on the ground--not a peep
Nigh control my soul to keep

On patrol--I pray the Lord
On my belly--moving toward
the Age to come--the Regal yarns
across the River--beyond big barns

Loss is lost--I'm gaining ground
Let's go under&look around!
Down the bank--Ezekiel's stream
I'm wide awake in Joseph's dream [cp.]

slithering by fat well dressed grapes
I slide clean through ripped Temple drapes
to shed old layers of molt&sin
greet my Kin--drink Him in..
©2009 g.o.

2009-04-03T16:14:00.006-05:00

527

To put this World down, like a Bundle -
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy - possibly Agony -
'Tis the Scarlet way

Trodden with straight renunciation
By the Son of God -
Later, his faint Confederates
Justify the Road -

Flavors of that old Crucifixion -
Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed -
Strong Clusters, from Barabbas' Tomb -

Sacrament, Saints partook before us -
Patent, every drop,
With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker
Who indorsed the Cup -
©Emily Dickinson, c.1862
[via T.H. Johnson's edition of Ms. Dickinson's poems, ©1960, Little, Brown, & Co., p. 258]

In His Grip #3, Left-handed..*

2009-02-10T21:50:00.003-06:00

five smooth stones came out of the creek
they all drank together there so to speak
one by one they are lifted and dropped
in a lamb skin pouch where they gently plop

hard as rock is ever slung they speed
they travel alone neither crack nor bleed
in a moment or two 'bout a blink they've sped
in flight they draw what they drew out dead

one looks up from the leathery pit
at the shepherd boy taking a hold of it
remain in dark four awaiting their turns
but only one rock the shepherd boy burns

only one rock the work requires
one rock kills an army of liars
one rock bullet a dead snake makes
one rock of faith all it ever takes

hammered bolts cross the dark bone yard
lightening swift strikes the big lie hard
the big lies down, the little lies run
the truth hits high, the world lies stunned

the little round rock is circumspect
the outstretched stretches out his own stiff neck
we take to heart his head on a post
let lightening flash the holy ghost

the big lie carried a ten foot spear
the big lie wielded the sword of fear
the big lie stood about nine feet six
the shepherd boy grips an old crucifix
©2009-12 Gary Ottoson | * Not Right-handed

2009-01-14T18:22:00.005-06:00

housafire

(to T.M., 1996)

worm wood wild northa th' porches
horse flies hangin' & scattered th' horses
hoof print stars climbin' outa th' sand
moccasins movin' through a cloud shaped land

an old house hearta th' oak she sits
red barns, silos, pillars & splits
knot holes windowed on opposite sides
creakin' south winds th' night hawk rides

storm clouds cookin' out west got gray
eastward beckons one coyote
greased light'ning bolts 'cross the sky jet black
prairie fires streak through the rumblin' clap

howlin' winda whippin' on warm
the old house shakin' its shingling torn
west whistlin' gusts, a willywaw bad
black cloud boilin' for somethin' he's mad

the great majestic cherries to red
dead wood stubble ignites th' blood red shed
blue flame purely circlin' higher
you gonna be cool when the house is a fire?
who'll be cool when the house is a fire?
©1996 - 2009 g.o.

2009-01-10T15:30:00.006-06:00

"It is not displays of worship but a righteous way of life that validates a healthy relationship with God..¶Violence, deception, and crooked business..bring destruction to the land." --William Sanford La Sor, David Allan Hubbard, Frederic William Bush, Leslie C. Allen ISBN#0802837883, p. 275. Note based on Micah 6, e.g., NetBible.

2009-01-09T21:08:00.007-06:00

love that teacher, he's been droppin' clues
the earth is winding down, who lit the fuse?
debris is what he makes of super stars
bill plans to keep his ashes in some jars
i've walked a mile or two inside both shoes
that teacher walks on lightening flashing scars

'tell ol' bill' it travels in the air
rhymes like crimes must bust out everywhere
tomorrow pierced the side of truth today
william, we've been warned so don't delay
fold your hands & bow your head this morn
before the teacher turns 'ol bill away
©2008 g.o.

2008-12-20T02:08:00.062-06:00

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.

2008-12-12T19:59:00.007-06:00

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.

2008-12-04T21:02:00.005-06:00

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.

Cochise and the U.S. Open

2008-11-19T00:01:00.045-06:00

Chief Cochise reached in his pocket for a mint
Pulled out two and a little piece of flint
The mints were green from a bush he clipped
With the flint he flossed while a buffalo chipped

As the buffalo was chipping, contented was his heart
Till the cavalry came charging down the fairway in a cart
Arnold Palmer waving as Leroy Neiman sketched
a player masked in black like Bishop Tutu in the flesh

The driver in his right hand, the left could count upon it
Edna V. Millay discovered three woods in a sonnet
Tiger, tiger burning bright, a fuzzy form of black,
saw Arnold tell the reddish man to step around in back

where corporations crude, rich Arnold's benefactor,
allowed the mighty chief Cochise to gaze on Arnie's tractor
Cochise sauntered over on his burnished bareback mare
Signaled Mr. Palmer that the fair way's over there

Chief Cochise raised a war cry to the throne of the Unknown,
but Arnold called his caddy, Lac, who answered on the phone
"You are smooth Mr. P, a maize in salt and butter
The gallery explodes when you tip them with your putter"

Well, poor Arnold turned to red while the caddy sang his praise
Especially the line about the butter on the maze
But an iron man was he, speaking for the men of oil
with the system on their side sayin', "Drill sea beds and soil

And, if the earth responds when we puncture her with steel
then the fountains of the deep reward the Palmers with a deal
We'll put Arnie on the TV with a yellow can of gold
He can tell his friends and neighbors all the things he has been told

Old Cochise over there upon his burnished bareback mare
can tee up in the mountains till he masters laissez-faire
We'll give him reservations for the fourth day in July
where his buffalo and Indians can putter while they die, (%)

which you well know Mr. Palmer, and Mr. Nicklaus, too:
The Indians can go to Hell, John Deere is playing through
That bull buffalo on number nine can put away his chipper
We'll mount him in the country club we're building for the Gipper"
©1996 - 2011 g.o.

Cochise and the US Open, Notes:

• On 6/20/96 the Rocky Mountain News reported that Pennzoil sold the Vermijo Ranch (minus mineral rights) to Ted Turner for $103 million. This sale made Turners the biggest land owner in New Mexico. In the pre-American era the 500,000+ acre "ranch" was shared by the Aztecs and Apaches. In contrast to Pennzoil management, the Turner management will raise bison not cattle because (as they said) the future for bison looks more lucrative, E.g....

•(%) while browsing at this fascinating link (in the 8th stanza, above) try a Control-F search on the word: 'exterminate' ( http://www.archive.org/stream/annualreportofco187100unitrich/annualreportofco187100unitrich_djvu.txt )

•12/2/2008, Hillsboro, KS Free Press:

"The 'Pathways' project enables us to display important Native American artifacts from our study collection," said Rachel Pannabecker, Kauffman Museum director. In particular, we brought out Sioux items collected by Charles Kauffman[*], for whom our museum is named."

"Through the 'Pathways' project, we want to show our..respect for the resilience of native peoples forced onto reservations in the mid 1800s.."

[ * "Kauffman (1882-1961)..began his Sioux collection in the late 1920s..Collecting items..preserves..American Indian history." ] (italics added)

• More about: American Indians

• Misc character notes, links:

Cochise

Arnold Palmer

Leroy Neiman

Bishop Tutu 'in the flesh'

Edna V. Millay (who 'discovered three woods in a sonnet')

Arnie's tractor

Cochise (2)

the Unknown

maize

Arnie on the TV with a yellow can of gold

laissez-faire [as in Euro rising..]

Re: 'putter while they die'

'The Indians'

John Deere 'playing through'

'the Gipper'

2008-11-01T20:36:00.000-05:00

Re: the House That Greed Built..

"..even the Yankee faithful may balk once they step back and look at what their new stadium will mean for the pesky real world that acts as a backdrop to all their history and success. If the old stadium was the House That Ruth Built, the new park is the House That Steinbrenner and Bloomberg fleeced. As much as $850 million in public money is going toward the $1.3 billion stadium...While the rest of the nation is sweating out the financial future, Yankee Stadium blares , 'Mission Accomplished'..¶Mayor Michael Bloomberg, the only politician on the planet to come out in September in defense of John McCain's asinine statement that "fundamentals of our economy are strong," said, "We want these kinds of facilities here. Having new stadiums is as important as other things in terms of, not just the spirit for the people who live here, but our economy." He said this despite all evidence by every think tank from the Brookings Institute to the Cato Institute that publicly funded stadiums are little more than sporting shock doctrine: privatizing profits and socializing debt.."--Dave Zirin, House That Greed Built, Nov. 2008, http://www.progressive.org

2008-10-09T21:52:00.008-05:00

Screamin' Gulfstream Blues

My motor home's a-coughin' like a cancer that won't pass
Rumblin' to high country sometime runnin' short of gas
Coulda flew a Lear Jet outa town if I actually had the class
I do but somehow never really got into it

Damn wind is comin' up, pluckin' garbage from the ground
Says Ross Perot the prophet to me 'what's that suckin' sound?'
Blowin' in it everything the Earth is spinning down
My lands the sun went off, I didn't do it

The levy's bowed and broken, livid liquids at the seams
The river runs right through it where lay flat the twisted beams
The beltway did away with all delight and driftin' dreams
I offered this to George let Henry have it

If the sun comes up tomorrow it may set down in the West
If my motor home keeps churnnin' toward the rust belt I may rest
If presses printin' money never stop may God be blessed
I took it all to heart to never lose it

I'm fifty two today and you remain the same
Since twelve years old I've known you, since your day my day became
Forty years from now that day will be eternal flame
and I believe that you will hold me to it
and I'll leave my motor home behind to do it
and I'll leave my motor home behind to do it
©2008 g.o.

2008-09-16T23:12:00.012-05:00

Beyond the new stadium
the Blues and the Reds
The Union unarmed coats
buttblowinsmokenosedagentsorangelitcigar
and fed heads
versus
black-eye Red Men witch tchaws on the mound

Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah

and their spirits are pumped
from the hearth underground
while Carlhess von Chuicer
is messing around
beneath the great sky box
o’er the short skirts of town

Wehrring Outfox in beach Crocs arrives
with Downsett Rhedwhitenbhluelhives
steppin’ onto the rubber
and uses up quite a few over da summers
With Rajahc Lemones..

Bridge:
Their owners may say
comes Spring give a damn,
They just play for the pay
I wonder do they?

Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr?
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip?
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip,
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel?
Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah?

Well, no matter what else
they are all here today
Whatever the board of directors may say
And Iwan Adieeyel
like all o' them icons
Freventa duPopi and Riel Fierreahl..

Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah

Flevrent Vanilopeed
The lefty Hal Hefty
and Ron Don Hopawn
who hammered out seventy
back when it is going, is it going?
Its’ gone!

Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah..

Epilog:
Harry H. Hoosier..
Garrison Gunnar..
F. (for Flyin') Free Quent (aka: Freakwent) Friar..
P. Inch D’runer..
Berry berBarry..
Favreed O’Fewel..
Al Lee Apostolee..
Diamond Jackyule…
©2008 g.o.

2008-09-14T23:21:00.007-05:00

anna

viper with a hemi cobalt blue alumi-num
glossi- plexi- fiber semi- firestoned pearly snake venom
holy quasi- poli- sexi- moli- maximum
o my, that girl's got power now and then some!

she's an up and coming chicster, all america awaits
she flips her hair, cracks a smile across eleven states
she loves her brand new dot com store for skates and bubble gum
my, my she got the power now and then some!

so suggests get it together, gather 'round the breakfast bar
'hello, i believe in faith that i must be a movie star
and with fast food on my mind, i'm growing thinner'

..size four appetites need more than b.f. skinner
and she feels so much she cannot keep it in her

yeh, the bright girl light but heavy diggin' kill shots, kickin' sand
she sky dives svelte victoria's falls somersaults and lightly lands
peacock feather touchin' water pirouettes while playin' possum
my, my she wants more power now and then some..
©2008 g.o.

2008-08-30T09:52:00.004-05:00

Shall We Gather at the River?

You don't see me shed my cloak?
Don't hitch a ride, kick back or smoke?
Always vote, always joke?
When would you have met me?
Let the Word to deaf man speak?
In the dark blue eyes are weak
The Jordan runs through Babylon
I run through the eyes of John
here and now both dead and gone
'bout the time I met you
©2008 g.o.

2008-08-10T00:12:00.215-05:00

In the mean time

Caught they do beg for his head on a platter
Keep his mouth shut to what it amounts
Tell 'em the truth that their coal miners matter
You're stripping their future from all present accounts

Wind whips a sack through the tombs in the grave yard
Flailing impaled hung high on an orange tree
Spiraling their dust 'cross the street near a backhoe
Sack of white plastic a lost bumble bee

Rent month-to-month since th' year before last
on a two room flat off the service road alley
A hangman droppin' by said the Landlords just caught him to evict,
loose at their hangar in the Snake River valley

By the box train caught, stranded downtown
Back at the main mine men breakin' a spell
East of Lost Springs blew yellow and brown
smoke from the main line, Long Beach, and Hell
into the crack of the Liberty Bell..

But we're left with a light right tolling good news
The Baptist as real as Willie McTell
caught in the mean time a good life to lose,
caught in the mean time with lonesome day blues

Bridge 1
Plan to be happy
Put money away
Plan to be cruising however
We choose!
Plan to be happy
Release every slave
Survive in the mean time into the blues

Momma so cheerful ain't too upset
Screen door slams on the impact of debt
Her gaskets are drippin' by th' flickering gas lights
Hot water's shut off and the power just might,
but she ain't into cracks but a liberty bell..
Into the at-hand realm of good news,
good for the Baptist in Willie McTell
caught in the mean time singin' the blues

Bridge 2
Plan to be happy
Put money away
Plan to be prayin' payin' our dues
Gotta be upbeat hangin' with slaves
'live in the mean time into the blues

Lincoln black Lincoln rat cool cat shades
Sunlight shifts such subtle colors of skunk
Not quite a two-tone with rust colored paints
No flat spare in a trunk load of junk..

but back to the crack in the Liberty Bell
left with the right hand tolling good news
Lend me your ears to hear Willie McTell
caught in the mean time singin' the blues
©2008-09 g.o.

2008-07-26T07:53:00.016-05:00

muddy waters in my shoes

across the block
near by the shore line
down the street
around the tracks
near the dark
along the fence line
at the bar
between th' shacks
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
swirlin' 'round

past the stop light
cut the corner
almost back to
from the farm
'tween the lamp posts
under star lit
blue brown everlasting arms
cotton gin
texas tonic
muddy waters
back from town
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
rinsin' 'round

faint guitars,
not too far
coal black coughin'
dried out loud
swirlin'
spinnin'
'cross forgotten
smoke rings curling
circle, shroud
black man standing
under, ground
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
wash me down
2008 g.o.

2008-05-20T14:57:00.045-05:00

Voice Lessons

Who greens the earth from desert,
prunes your vineyards laid to waste?
Dunes no nomad wants to cross
Times no sage would choose to taste
Poison food, polluted water
Dry bone empty pails
Women teaching daughters how to wail

His Euphrates seven streams
His ocean tide is moving out
His path a sea of glass without
a threat from rain or drought
Yonder wolf sleeps with the lamb
The King with Abigail
Ladies teach his righteousness
or teach their daughters how to wail

Royalty scratch the serpent head
With pride as he misleads them
Wealthy wizards long misled
Scratch the tail - no way to please them
Chainsawed men are cracking - snap -
Black branches breaking sound
Limbs a thousand horses crash
The distance to the ground..
Shot up splintered stump prepares
New Earth framed from Eden dale
..Egypt glimpsed the Holy Fire
Mounted their attacks and failed
Foes who fought this blessedness
and daughters cried and wailed

Monsters gather steam through
hot swirling clouds of dust,
War birds circling, eye
A headless carcass sniffing lust
Shining angels lithely,
slithering unto separated males,
Descend red molten river flanks
In the darkness women wail

There's the two-edged saber dripping blood!
Severed royal head from royal tail
Let now the dead be burying their dead
Ladies teach their daughters how to wail
©2008-09 g.o.

2008-05-13T12:43:00.004-05:00

The Word from the Graveyard

The earth waxes old as a garment,
is at best but a temporary grave
Beyond the blue sky out the window of your fourth floor apartment
is a better place to be than my mortician's cave
That's the admonition that he said to save

In the midst of death on parade,
either lift off to a life-sustaining planet alive,
or give heed to the promises already made,
the places prepared in the heavens which survive
for the faith of all my people who arrive
©2008 g.o.

2008-05-03T21:05:00.006-05:00

(To an Army of One)

You see them from the Bible
Love sweeps them from their feet
They hunt you down, they're tribal
They attack you, your so sweet

(and Delilahs tracking Samson feel blind romance in the air
One thousand women running finger nails through your hair)

Refrain:
A thousand women want you
Let it be no shock
You heard a thousand women want your diamond, wanna rock

The man they want is something
The boys they kissed long gone
Their husband has one woman else he's not around for long

Your time is for one thousand ladies
Time is on their clock
No time out now, don't interrupt
One thousand women talk

That pounding sound is marching
One thousand women strong
The ground around affection shakes
They know where you belong..
©2008 g.o. | To M.R.

Note: There are a thousand verses to this ancient song--way too much material for a single Google blog.

2008-03-24T22:00:00.003-05:00

When the Wind Dies Down *

Storm clouds boilin' at the crack of dawn
Th' old world snores, nothin' is wrong
The air force scatters the dawn's early light
Mid-afternoon coal black dead of the night..

Hosts just so, a loud trumpet sounds
Graves burst open on the edge of town
The last go first, the lost are found
mysteriously the wind dies down

The wind dies down
The wind dies down
The graves bust open on the edge of town
The last go first and the lost are found
Right about then the wind dies down
©2008 g.o.

* "Tell them this: 'These gods, who did not make the heavens and the earth, will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.'"

"..the living God, the eternal King .. when he is angry, the earth trembles; the nations cannot endure his wrath..
He..brings out the wind from his storehouses." --Jeremiah 10:10ff.

cp. "kai ekopasen o anemon" - "and ceased the wind" --Mark 6:51

2008-03-21T20:28:00.004-05:00

Atlas Drugged

Directions to the desert ain't that difficult to find
From heaven tell me what you'd like to know(?)
You've said your lungs are lockin' up from crystals in the wind
that undermine your footprints as you go
Your left brain feeds your right brain sand,
the right brain feeds the left
The desert does its hemispheric grind
above the water tables in the underground of God
whose Spirit floods the spheres I have in mind..
©2007 g.o.