Come N Get Me

Come on over boy
Waitin’ in Snoopy’s satchel
Take the blues away

What’s takin’ so long
Dont you love me no more boy?
Ain’t you hurt enough

Nobody else knows
But i know boy,take a taste
Better than pussy

Blanket of roses
Pillow of the softest wool
Melt like wax with me

What’d you say boy?
You “Cant make it”? WTF?
Your ass is mine now

I will bust your head
Rack your soul with mad pain
Come back my lover

I will forgive you
Again and again my pet
Til’ the end of time

Just give me your soul
Give me everything youve got
Give it all to me

You will not need it
When my work is through with you
You wont even care

Africa, What Have You In Store For Me?

Something I wrote down a while back.

Lake Kivu, Bukavu DRCOh, Africa, what have you in store for me?

I come from the west with a seed in my heart, what have you in store for me?

Things i can’t imagine, what does it mean to be human? Africa what have you in store for me?

Batuuli was raped by the rebels yet showers her love without limit on all she meets, Africa what have you in store for  me?

Haji’s hand was taken by the rebels yet today he plays the guitar, Africa what have you in store for me?

People with nothing yet rich beyond any measure in the things of the heart, Africa what have you in store for me?

Beautiful dawns, lush green days and tropical rains – nights filled with the smell of wood fires, Africa what have you in store for me?

Come Forth Into the Light of Things (Let Nature Be Your Teacher)

The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth

Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless–
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:–
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

— William Wordsworth

Steam Train

steam train is coming
at full spead, clickity clack
on time to nowhere

steam train before me
can the engineer see me
I wave my arms, stop!

steam train overhead
my screams masked by the rumble
I lie on tracks

steam train on its way
through the dark shadowed valley
running off the tracks

steam train far away
I tried so hard to stop it
But flesh can’t beat steel

A Forgotton Poem – To Those Who Would Judge

I wrote this back in the Spring of this year. It is an expression of some deeply personal conflicts, and a plea to those prone to rush to judgment.

When does it all stop –
Embracing this foul hatred –
From so far away?

Arrogance or pride?
What makes it so plain for you –
That which puzzles me?

Would you stone them all –
Adulterers, perverts, queers?
Can YOU cast the first?

Suffering the same
You and I are no different
We can both feel pain

We both have a heart
With truth it only opens
With hate it slams shut

Water, carbon, more –
We are made from the same dust,
Brother and sister

On the Verge of Something

potential to spare
no catalyst to be found
where am i going

safe on the sidelines
much too afraid to jump in
comfort is a myth

lottery ticket
waiting for the phone to ring
salvation is late

your ride isn’t mine
why do i rent your journey
i’ve one of my own

who the hell are you
that i should try to fit in
true to your standard

I am thinking big
I’ve gathered some grand ideas
Bits of light shine through

Then back to the now
Shiftless, angry, and strung out
Blaming all but me

I’m just a coward
with a dream and a few skills
scared shitless to try

Losing a Friend

When can you say this —
that someone is a true friend?
—a day, or a year?

It doesn’t matter
One day or a whole lifetime
When the vibe is right

I hadn’t seen you –
seemed forever and a day.
Then I heard you were gone.

Just another day
in paradise you told me
A place you could be

Free from the sheriff
And those who might seek to harm
Boy against nature

From the day we met
No judgments made between us
You came as you were

Here in this moment
mistakes past, future unknown
See me as I am

You asked nothing that
I accept you as you are
we are both good souls

Dear friends like you
Who just see me as I am
Are precious and rare

— For my friend Ron “Ronda Riviera” Wright

Gaining Wisdom

As in a city,
lost, walking round in circles –
pacing the same streets.

My true place to be
lay on the next block over.
But I never knew.

I chose to wander
too proud to ask directions
most could have given.

Living in the now
is useless, if not mindful
of the guide inside. (who knows when to ask)

In my early years,
my course was never steady –
to and fro like wind.

Sudden adulthood –
Youth wasted, indecision –
The game now for keeps.

Mistakes everywhere,
bankruptcy ensued, all kinds.
I slashed and I burned.

Illness, poor choices.
The fruit? A cataclysm.
Near death, I lay grim.

Like some mythic man,
I refused to die prostrate.
My mission was clear.

It seems that wisdom
is a sliver of pale light –
Waxing and waning

Be still, be mindful.
The light becomes a beacon –
forget; it grows dim

Age, pain, survival,
can teach important lessons –
If one can let go.

Let go of yourself.
Live for the rest of the world
Find the empathy.

 Park Avenue South, Charles Socci 2003

Bitter Pills To Swallow

Tiny bitter pills
Another one to swallow
Another day gone

Mama didnt say
But there are bones in this fish
Chew it carefully

The air is foul here
Yet one must breath to survive
Plug your nose and laugh

Once my wine was pure
Now its filled with sediment
I filter the grit

No more golden haze
My light lacks natural color
Blue skies a memory

And so I move on
I filter, endure and laugh
What else can i do?

The Bumper Sticker Said, “If you aren’t pissed off; you aren’t paying attention.”

like a radio
that tunes the strongest station
the loudest one wins

ideas that aren’t your’s
want for a path to follow
too frightened to search

accepting it all
believing without question
never asking why

reject all of it
do not accept what they say
they hide all that’s true

searching for the truth
its not the easiest way
but comfort will come

all is in plain view
one must simply look at it
squarely without fear

Lost In His Work

dazed and so confused
scrambling to meet the deadline
far too little sleep

push yourself harder
the world might end if you don’t
as if that were true

ever longer days
I can barely even think
is today sunday?

the madness creeps in
never knowing when to stop
how much is enough

I’ve left the planet
I orbit some other mass
far out of your range

there are deep caverns
they remain absent of light
places you can’t go

a thousand feet down
you pump the oxygen down
so that I can breath

back to outer space
solar batteries are low
its time to come home

hello ground control
are we go for re-entry?
plot my safe return

A Poem For My Wife

I often wonder
why it was I you chose dear
or was the choice mine?

does it yet matter?
we are now the best of friends
the way it should be

romance novels tell
of slender heroes wooing
no, they are not I

balding and chubby
proudly farting in my chair
you bring me dinner

off to the bedroom
for a special little game
familiar partners

what time is our show?
we really shouldn’t miss it
where is that ice cream?

where you are is home
my Venus and Nightingale
you are a blessing

those dark nights are gone
you brought the lamp of loving
and gave me new life

Meeting With the Dawn

mornings come and go
some seem better than others
one must move forward

vexing me harshly
must I yield to it’s urging?
giving up the night

my youth found the light
welcoming it—arms open
saved from the unknown

a life poorly spent
now the light brings back those things
disappointing me

I surely must rise
again conquering darkness
a new day to change

its not just me now
linked and sworn to many more
depending on me

tangled web woven
it now must be unraveled
this is my life’s course

meeting with the dawn
feeling cross and crestfallen
I have no courage

Racing thoughts torture
there is no more choice for sleep
rise, you unwilling