Idiot cards

Flash Version

 

IF  I'M

 

SO  BAD

 

THEN  YOU

 

BE  GOOD !

 

ground somewhat damp 

leaves on the ground 

trees like a forest 

hardly a sound

 

the smell of damp bark

and sweetness of moss

the twitter of birds

and the call of a frog

 

the end of horizon

the sun breaking through

shedding curtains of light 

through life's very milieu

 

every man who 

carries a gun 

believes he does so

for a good reason

 

 

 

the soul of each man 

demands respect

the man with a gun

can insist upon it !

 

we saw the dreams

turn into nightmares

we saw the hope

turn into fear

we saw the children

turn into zombies

we saw the joy

turn into tears

 

the obvious is

not so

obvious

each person living

in his own

dream

some elements shared

some disputed

by others

dreams changing

not realizing

their relativity

and that

he stands

behind it all

 

she saw a lot

but not enough

 

closed her eyes

to the fire

and only

smoked a puff

 

 

i am a cavalryman's daughter 

he rode to battle

 one last time

 

 i am a cavalryman's daughter 

everything i see 

i think is mine

 

 

what am i to do today

to do

 

what am i to say today

to who

 

who can take a fraction of

the energy they all call love

 

who'll sacrifice time for

what is new

 

 

A  NIGHT  OUT

 

tell me something of yourself please do 

and if it's interesting and true

i'll know it from your tone and looks 

it's not the same as words from books 

or something you're repeating now 

you've heard from 

god knows where or how

 

we feel the difference very sharp

of what is yours and what is not

and it doesn't have to be profound 

truthfulness is always sound 

it warms our soul it gives us food

an honest man an honest mood

 

so here i am and there you are 

two simple people in a bar 

sip our drinks - communicate 

another life another fate

 

so happy once again to see 

a man who knows that he'll be free 

to see the world with all its shit 

and yet not be caught in it

 

what is left to say

pray tell

 

you've turned and twisted

down in hell

 

so let the mind

disintegrate

 

and rise above

its bitter taste

 

to gentle breeze

and warming sun

 

where one is all

and all is one

 

 

don't be afraid to be alone

it's needed sometimes for the tone

 

we start in nothingness where we're shown 

the bigger picture of all that's known 

and then we try to set a course 

encounter difficulties without remorse

 

don't be afraid to be alone

it's there we find our passive tone

to ring it strong to ring it deep 

the base to penetrate our sleep

 

 

pain is the 

current

 

patience  

functions  in  time

the  fullness  of  patience

is  the  end  of  time

 

 

if you pray to god  god  god 

remember for god's sake 

your neighbour 

whom you love or not 

is also part of the cake

 

if god created you my friend 

although you're hard to see 

as strange and awkward it may seem

he too created me !

 

YOUR  WORLD

 

 

it's your world it's your world

it's not the same for me

 

it's your world it's your world

it's just the way you see

 

it's your world it's your world

it's not the same for him

 

it's your world it's your world

the only place you'll win

 

it's your world it's your world 

best do your best within 

 

it's your world it's your world 

it's your world it's your world

 

GREAT  SOCIETY

 

what a deathly lie it was

for those with eyes to see

 

what a deathly lie it was

this great society

 

 

WITHIN

 

within the cells 

within the genes

is the life force 

that's so clean

 

it's never touched

by nature's rush

it's us

it cares not

for the crutch

and not much

for that rush

 

 

the wisdom of life

is how to be careful

 

the wisdom of the work

is how to be purposeful

 

 

your 

BUSINESS

 is your 

METHOD 

of getting what you

WANT 

 

that which we use 

to block out the devil 

we use to

block out god !

 

he is not there

for himself

anymore

 

that is surrender

and acceptance

in fact

 

 

culture 

 

is not  conscious

 

it  is  nothing 

 

but  a  gestalt 

 

of

 

collective  conditioning

 

 

we are married 

to love

or 

we are married 

to fear

 

(serve one or the other!)

 

new book -

 

'my ugly friends'

 

GOODNESS

 

goodness is

just a trick

so you can stop 

from getting sick

for if you know 

the people's pain 

which often looks 

so very vain 

you see

that just below it rests 

our common home 

the best of bests !

 

 

CIRCLES

 

life's small circles 

drifting on 

creating illusion of 

one line of time

 

all repeating 

lost in reverse 

feeding the moon

hand in the purse

 

 

two, four, six, eight

come on all let's meditate

 

take a rest from

ego trips

feel your toesies

and your wrists

 

sink yourself

within a chair

pretend you have

not got one care

 

find yourself

the energy

 

you'll need it

to be free !

 

TAIL   WAGS   THE   DOG

 

 

we  work and save 

as money melts 

it seems so brave 

you want to shout

 

the freedom from financial stress 

is what it's all about we guess 

we see those flashy millionaires 

on t.v. sets with all their airs 

that's evidence we think 

they look so happy, in the pink

 

so happiness is what it's for 

but no one tells you anymore 

to love your neighbour, everyone 

just guard your money with a gun

 

t.v. is not like real life 

for sure the bible's closer 

death's just around the corner friend 

put that gun back in its holster

 

 

nothing broken

beyond repair

 

just a little rusty

here and there

 

 

before you can rightfully ask

what to do

you must locate yourself

 

until then 

there is no one there 

to do - anything

 

must first learn

the difference

between yourself 

and 

your false selves

 

clearly !

 

 

go go baby 

do your thing 

whatever you do 

whatever it will bring

 

THE ROAD TO
DIS-ILLUSION-MENT
IS PAVED
WITH LOVE

 

the difference

between :

 

 

1)   -   i  understand

 

2)  -   i  agree

 

3)  -   i  will do

 

low as low as low can be 

hardly one drop 

of energy

 

close as close as close to death 

as anyone could 

ever be

 

body shakes and head is dull 

all people like an anchor be 

around my neck 

in dirty sea 

pulling pulling pulling me

 

we've been here before and did survive 

through god's will god knows why 

but this time

where is there to go

we've seen enough of life to know

 

what are you asking ?

(it is what drives you!)

 

you ask but do not

listen (hear)

 

you do not hear because 

you have not recognized 

your own question !

It's not our falth
that lacks in strength
but eyes that see
the light that's bent
and ears that pick
selectively
that which is already 
went

 

sheik hassan

a grand old man

takes on children 

by the hand

 

to hell they say 

with what you do 

you're mad we see 

you know that's true

 

to god belongs

another logic

emotions force

that brings the profit

 

not to do with

time or space

but distant wall

that blocks out grace

 

 

HEVENU  SHALOM  ALEICHEM

 

why should we send our friends 

to sleep 

with little pecks upon the cheek 

with fond caresses

and what seems 

a little fuel for their dreams

 

we're told that it's so very nice 

and if we don't we're cold as ice

as they might have to speculate 

upon their fear upon their hate

 

so we go on just as we should 

within a script of hollywood

and with limp body by our side

pretending it's not suicide

 

leave the mind another day 

when we will think and even pray

to know the fullness of our joy 

dependent not on girl or boy

 

hey hey Mr. Herzel 

see what you've 

gone and done

 

the girlies sell their bodies

the soldiers sell their guns

 

only hints are given 

for the 

pure of heart 

to see

 

we do this work 

and write the words 

for the most part 

misunderstood

 

as egos jump 

to catch a phrase

and find themselves

a little dazed

 

as one word 

cancels out the next 

a wall is sensed 

within the text

 

so how to fly 

when caught within

the spider web 

the mind does spin

 

to find that real i 

that's us 

in open spaces 

cleared of brush

 

where no word

twisted turned or bent 

can touch us

in the place we've went

 

when you say

that you want god 

or peace or truth or justice 

you're coming from an idea 

a selection from the suchness

 

the suchness of the total 

the suchness of the all 

the suchness of vibrations 

the suchness of the call

 

a word is just a word you see 

if the word be god or vanity

word is just a word you see

picture frame for fantasy     

 

FOURTH  WAY

 

your way is one way 

his way is a second way 

there are many third ways

there is but one fourth way

 

understanding    is 'seeing' what is

                under    the surface

                               and what it

              stands    on - - as far

                               back as you can

                               go - - (i.e. the

                               assumption behind the

                               assumption)

 

on the ephemeral level there is

no possible understanding of why 

or even what a person is doing. 

it is the sum total of desires,

inclinations and extraneous forces

acting at a point in time and space

 

a lad, a lad, a lad

in knickers

a lad, a lad in

tight white slacks

 

a lad, a lad, a lad 

who snickers 

 

how can a lad like that 

make me so sad

 

 

you'll be surprised to know

that god

isn't sentimental 

at all

 

  no shit  !

 

the high wire

is fastened

 

on one end

pure love

 

at the other end

pure contempt

 

guilt is a symptom

of people who

still live under

the illusion

that they

can do !

 

anyone for

god, good

and 

universality

 

as bombs are dropped on people

folks, just like you and me

our mothers tell the children 

to brush their teeth and pee 

before they go to bed at night

and bother nobody

in just a few short years you see 

a soldier they can be

 

not later

not with someone else 

not some other place 

not outside yourself

 

 

 

FRIDAY /  FRIDAY

 

when it's always friday, friday 

when the moon is always new 

when you're always very happy 

same time always feeling blue 

when your friend is always coming 

when he's always leaving too 

when you see a real christian 

must understand a real jew 

seeing a moslem as his brother 

at the same time a hindu

 

when the sun is always rising 

night time rushing to meet you

 

 

we get to hear his story 

and how his thinking works 

we get to know this person 

not less than those from books

 

we hear those things consistent 

the contradictions too 

we try to be as patient 

as we  would with me or you

 

a man a man in real life

a man like you and me

a man a man in real life

 

not just some fine story !

 

i asked the lord

just where to go

with whom to be

activity 

 

he said

with me my son 

with what will be 

we'll tread the wheel 

and move the sea

in heaven's name

just you and me 

so all that have 

the eyes to see 

will get a taste 

of unity

 

 

how do you drop your fear 

they say 

they say it must be done 

each day

each hour  minute  sec 

it seems 

must flush it

from the world of dreams

 

but what about tomorrow 

as demands are sure to come 

and what about the children 

and old age we're running from

who can deny necessity

for the basics shelter food

who in heaven's name  my friend

can criticize our mood

 

but still they go on saying

it's fear that you must drop

they say to love your neighbour 

appreciate your lot

 

 

we can see how you feel 

all alone all alone 

wondering wondering 

just why you were born

 

we can see how you feel 

on the face of this earth 

living this mystery 

this thing they call birth

 

*    'happy birthday to you   $

&     we're born in a zoo     !

^   the kids seem to know it   @

#     now we see it too !'     *

 

 

how many years

have you wanted it

 

how many years

you idiot

 

now is the time

to feel good

 

who do you want 

to tell you 

you should ?

 

 

i once knew a soldier who wished he could cry

i once knew a journalist who wished she could sigh

i once knew a scientist who doubted his eye

i once knew a mother who wished she could die

 

i once knew a rabbi who wished he knew why

i once knew a painter who painted the sky

i once knew a teacher who wished to get high

i once knew a student who wanted to fly

 

it's funny how few will take it as is

break everything down and make it a quiz

if the mind doesn't struggle

they think something's wrong

won't open their hearts

won't join in a song

 

want to keep up with the madness they see

won't step aside in the hpe to be free

if their virtue ain't visible to you and to me

they wish they were dead

 

oh lord oh lord'y !

 

MOTHER   THERESA

 

the fear of pain is what we flee 

we flee in fright eternally

 

the pain in fact is oh so sweet 

though who'd believe a trick so neat 

that just below the line of fear 

the angels blow  their trumpets clear

 

we clutch at love and strangle it 

that's fear again we're in the shit

we tell another what to do

that's fear my friend 

i'm telling you

 

i say don't work to change a thing 

but try and act from love 

i say don't judge your fellow being 

remember what's above

 

the fear of pain though natural 

must cease for you to know the all 

that some call god and some call peace 

you drop your fear 

 

o.k. my boy so i'm up to here

but you've gone so far 

that you're nowhere near 

to seeing the story to seeing the pace 

all you can think of is not losing face

 

the banks have gone frantic

the governments too

the armies get ready they want to use you

they tell you the danger is everywhere now 

who is the enemy, who can tell ?

 

it may be your boss or some union chief 

it may be your child or some other creep 

they just could be yellow

they just could be brown

fur hats and boots or maybe a gown

 

no one will say for certain you see 

'cause what comes up tomorrow 

cannot now be seen 

except for some patterns

except for some facts

the building has fallen

you'll soon hear the smack !

 

 

what about the children 

must they do it all again 

live their lives in fancy dreams 

just to find 

that in the end 

all they thought was real 

all they thought was right

was just a lot of imitation

of people they thought bright

 

is there not another way 

some essentials 

they might grasp 

get ready for a real world 

a new age

that's coming fast !

 

 

take me from my prison 

they call 

take me from my prison  

that's all

 

the bars unbending 

the walls are tall 

fear and violence 

one and all

 

take me from my prison 

though this food 

is all i know

 

could this by chance 

be what they mean

by 'reaping what you sow' !

 

you don't have to pretend to me

you know what's right from wrong

 

 

you don't have to pretend

you know all about this song

 

 

you don't have to pretend

to love so very much

 

 

you don't have to pretend to me

to pretend so very much

 

 

 

i sit with my people

in an ocean of pain 

the sun sometime shines 

but we see mostly rain

 

 

we now understand why

people can't see

 

we now understand why

people can't be

 

we now understand why

people do kill

 

we now understand how 

the fear eats the will !

 

can you love a black man 

can you love a jew 

 

can you love an alley cat 

can you love me too

 

can you love the flowers 

can you love the sun 

 

can you love your enemy 

when he's got you on the run

 

you must pretend 

that they exist

although 

the fiction's clear

 

you must pretend that 

someone's there 

and not just 

some hot air

 

 

you little girl you've gotten sick 

you've felt the rough end

 of the stick 

the smooth and fitted end i hold

allows the swing to be so bold

 

  so pick yourself another place 

a place within - no need to race 

to distant lands in hope of cover 

for when you're true

 the stick's like rubber 

that bounces harmlessly again 

you know your place 

you know your man

 

 

THE  ONLY  THING THAT  IS

UNFORGETTABLE  IS  DEATH

 

going out 

like a drop of water 

through the universe

 

all is shed

and left behind

the trip has started

blind to time

 

as metamorphose change to bits 

the weakened structure by its wits 

and sends death's energy flying past 

as the one

that seeks 

the last

 

frightful in its turbulence

beauty in its permanence

terrible conversion

that takes us to the sea

 

 

why the panic for god's sake 

you must leave all you cannot take 

a single thing a single thought 

at the end all comes to naught

 

all the things we leave behind

include our deeds include our mind 

the ego just disintegrates

there's nothing left at heaven's gate

 

your only job is here and now 

without pretension or a bow

so clean the heart - eliminate 

all the worry violence hate

 

and leave you ready 

leave you true

to meet your maker 

when you're through

 

the goats are there

 

 

there's germs in the air

 

it's really for the friends

i write

i might

i could be told sometime

i need to say 

another line 

that could be heard 

from somewhere else 

for those still reaching 

still saying 'ouch' 

convinced within 

their servitude 

that all is hateful

all is crude 

perhaps would like

to hear a voice

that indicates 

there is a choice

 

 saw a picture

a few days back

it was me at two and a half

 

a face so true

a face with heart

a face so new

on heaven's chart

 

i said, that boy 

with so much glee 

that very boy's inside of me

 

if he could smile 

as he did

it's up to me

to let him live

 

to keep a lid 

on showmanship

and let that kid relax a bit

 

saints & martyrs 

where are you

your work ain't finished

you're not yet through

 

you weren't so wrong 

it could take all 

your life's required 

the order's tall

 

no longer bend

no longer shake

you'll take it

if the end's

a stake !

 

i moved from school to the next 

with counterclaims about some text

of each one selling what he's got

he seeks for naught 

he finds he's bought

another package of what seems 

some bits and pieces of a dream

 

so there it is, another twist

of sense perception in a mist

another picture on a screen

 

e n o u g h - 

it makes you want to scream

 

can't we step back 

to firmer ground

and watch the rest

go round and round

 

to know the difference

when we touch a rock

or just some foaming slush                             

 

 

we thought it all had finished

the world had all run out

so many things had crumbled

there hardly was a doubt

 

it all turned into a dream 

with pieces here and there 

revolving in their circles 

hardly worth a care

 

but now to our surprise

i confess sometimes delight 

it's not exactly that we're wrong

but neither were we right

 

it all goes on its merry way 

with force from god knows where 

with people chasing rainbows 

as if they really care

 

as if it leads to something

to somewhere, sometime soon 

as they pursue their daydreams

reflected in a moon

 

love is hiding

in disguise

covered up with 

hate despise

 

if you can take it

and distill

the rubbish

from material

you've done your work

extremely well

 

you've bought your ticket

out of hell !

 

 

Always   waiting

waiting  waiting 

 

always   waiting

waiting - woh ! 

 

always  waiting

waiting  waiting 

 

it  just  hit  me

 

holy  c o w  !

 

 

doctor doctor tell me where

is my heart and Medicare

 

my headache lungs and lower back

drive me crazy you big quack

aspirin rest and moderation

oh you genius you sensation

 

i know the truth is simple too

but not so simple me and you

 

let's disengage let's go our way

trade our wives throw in our pay

take the children from the school

laugh and play and be the fool

 

but what you say of higher ends

best reach the middle 

from there it bends

the past the future now are one

in iron-lung no songs are sung

 

not time or space

family nor race

 

can root a man

in his true place

 

save love of god

and its embrace

 

 

hey little girl

what's bothering you 

all that your father told you is true 

that you must be trained 

and must not rely 

on anyone else for that pie in the sky

 

but hey don't be bitter

but gee don't be sad

if you do a good job 

later you're glad

 

all that your father told you is true 

though he by himself 

could not lead you through 

all the paths of the maze 

all the changing milieu 

 

you'll develop a nose 

to spot what is true

 

 

PROSTITUTION

 

what you tell me

i must do

that i must pay you

for this screw

i tell you something

though you'll scream

i owe you nothing

not a thing

i won't acknowledge any debt

what you give is what you get !

 

 

strength, strength 

it's all a dream 

do what you must 

see what's to be seen

 

your friends on the mountain 

keep changing their view 

the higher they get 

they'll still see you too

 

sometime it's so lonely 

one seems so apart 

but that's only the dream 

we're all one at the heart

 

so do what you must 

see what's to be seen 

at the end of the road 

we realise being !

 

 

RUST 

IS THE COLOUR

SAYS IT ALL

THE RISING SUN

ALL ELSE WILL FALL

LIKE CRUMBS OF BREAD

LIKE GRAINS OF SAND

THE DESERT

THEN

THE PROMISED LAND

 

JESUS SAID

 

i am an instrument of the lord 

he talks through me for sure

the message is so simple 

wake up and learn the score

 

your heads are buried in the sand 

don't know from shit no more 

admit the inner changes 

pretend nothing no more

 

to those that call you fool 

to those that call you creep 

it's all inconsequential 

'cause they too are asleep

they dream their dreams in darkness 

they think they see you too 

but if their minds are like your own 

which they are for sure 

it's all a very shifty lot 

it's not the same for long 

and what they think of anyone

is as useless as this song

 

the aim 

is to get you above it

the method 

is to get you through it

 

they say the world 

is coming to an end

and what are we to do

it might be just a form of speech 

or then again be true

 

it's hard to think so very clear 

in a world so vast and fast 

especially if we're prone to have 

haemorrhoids up our ass

 

 

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

Jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  is here

 

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  my dear

 

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  of gold

 

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  jerusalem

jerusalem  of old

 

you cannot do 

for another person 

what he must do 

for himself

 

it doesn't mean 

at all my friend 

that there's no 

such thing 

as help

 

 

big problems 

small problems 

they're all the same

a turn to the left

a blocked 

dead end lane

 

the pendulums swing 

from the left to the right 

it might take a year 

or it might take a night 

it might take a life time

it may take a sec 

they'll swing and they'll swing

'till there ain't nothing left

 

big problems small problems 

they're all the same

a turn to the left 

a blocked dead end lane

 

 

those that are older 

those that are grey

look like your father 

mother or maid

 

you'll be the child

do as you should

they'll pat your head

tell you you're good

 

then you'll await

their mext compliment

give it your all

till your energy spent

 

those that are older

those that are grey

look like your father 

mother or maid

 

 

can you remember when you knew

many things you thought were true 

like red was bad and so was blue 

communist or maybe Jew

black was black 

and white was white

left was left 

and right was right

 

 

NOBODY

 

to some i'm called son

to some i'm called brother

to some i'm called friend

to some i'm called lover

 

to some i'm called good

to some i'm called bad

to some i'm called happy

to some i'm called sad

 

to some i'm called saintly

to some i'm called quack

to some i'm called worthy

to some i'm called slack

 

i am the one

who knows who i am

 

i know i am no-body

i am that

i am

 

certain things they want to hear 

and certain things they don't 

if it contradicts the media 

it's hardly worth a note 

machines evolving more than man 

enlisting his support 

indifferent to his human needs 

enticing him with sport 

enticing him with fashion 

enticing him with fads 

telling him that more 

 

waiting on the left bank 

for a crumb of bread 

waiting on the left bank

for something to be said

 

waiting on the left bank 

searching for a pin 

waiting on the left bank 

won't get in and swim

 

it ain't nobody's fault in particular you see 

the madness the insanity

for generations man was taught

to organise his outer lot

ideas big ideas small

to organise or just play ball

 

the thought that there could maybe be 

a thing or two that we could see 

within the confines of our skin 

the very place that life begins 

was treated like a crazy thought 

as man went scheming plotting plots

 

so there we have our world today

all packaged up and in decay

 

and yet that's not the total scene 

within our soul within our being 

eternal forces are at work

 

deep within you silly jerk !

 

i am not looking for your pity 

but my energy is dangerously low 

and i should really rest in the sun 

for week or two

 

my fingers deep

into your muscles 

under your ribs 

the living history 

of your pain and abuse

 

at least in the act of sex

you take take take 

or give give give 

to take take take

 

but now with you 

there is nothing to take 

except your agony

 

and later

your resentment

 

people trying to help

(others and themselves) 

with head full of ideas

and heart full of resentments

 

they build museums to the past 

the future seems so bright

the present is a vagueness 

something like twilight

 

 

why are we all so mad at god

like he's on the other side 

resents our inclinations tastes 

accuses us of pride

 

as if he pulls in one direction 

we in quite another 

then he seems to say :

 

'My friend, won't you call me brother 

it's just not logical for you and me 

that things appear the same 

you'll have to take my word for it 

your end is in my name