Tag Archives: conflict

How Many Times?

for Johnny Cash How many times must I repeat the same old tired line? How many times can this old heart be broken and be fine? It doesn’t take a genius to opine the odds are bound to take a … Continue reading

Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Tale of Two Saints

Two saints of diametric views one rainy Sunday morn, did choose to spend some time in long debate on gods and men and life and fate; each sought to prove his deity more just and great (such vanity) imagining the … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Tell Your Children

Thinking of Richie Havens (thanks to poetbear for dutifully transcribing “Younger Men Grow Older”), I reached into the deep chasm of the archives and pulled out the only Richie Havens-inspired song I ever wrote. It dates from about 12 years … Continue reading

Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Pen and the Sword

a bref double Speak to me, if you linger at the trough and hesitant to take a drink, hang back while others have their fill and more besides, expecting none will challenge their self-right. I give to you a gift … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Wheel

Some men stand tall, some men feel Some men show signs, some conceal Train is rolling, iron and steel Steam that blows the whistle never turns the wheel. Some men make plans, some men deal Some men kick out, some … Continue reading

Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Mightier Than the Sword

My pen and paper ‘gainst your sword and shield We both draw blood on the same battlefield It’s a war of ideas, and some of them proud None of them dare speak their motives out loud My own revolution turned … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

This is the soft hoarse whisper of these times

This is the soft hoarse whisper of these times: its cup full of succulent summer grape no longer laced with Being’s false treason, the braces of its skull bone corset bent, unloosened to the warm, wet wind that seeps across … Continue reading

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment