Thunderstorms

Rolling in the skies and darkness that beckons the storm

Thick black clouds gather together into an ominous form

Gods rolls in deep thunder and clap together their hands

And who on this earth can predict their very sordid plans

These are days you run, hide and pray in mercy to abide

Ride to Nowhere

Welcome to the ride nowhere, somewhere around the corner,

Bound for some new world of fantasy as the whistle sounds,

Eerie looking ahead to make your bed in the nether lands,

Or with bands of nomads on desert plain to sustain living,

Believing there is more uptrack, but little in your haversack,

As the journey into eternity is a neverending bending reality,

What you see thru the glass as it all passes by in banality,

A totality of new abnormality in an endless dimensionality

So Long Waiting for You

So long waiting for you, wrong for debating loyalty to your royalty,

Is it for me to say I will see you today than to serve as you deserve?

Or shall I complain of the pain of absence as if it were an offense?

Or be so bold to say your hold on me is completely voluntary?

No, no, I will wait while I satiate my appetite with religious rites,

Crowing toward heaven, knowing you hear, wanting you near,

Burning incense, feeling intense, not wanting to cause offense,

So long waiting for you . . .

So long waiting for you . . .

No Change Tolerated

Of course, this board is in play all through the night and day,

But we’re tense because these new pieces don’t make sense;

They’re an altogether disparate group, different from normal,

Different from one another, yet each vociferant in complaints;

They don’t like the rules, stubborn as mules, senseless as fools,

But they came anyway to play, leading us astray from our game,

And nothing’s the same since they came and they’re not tame,

And we have no more patience for their novelty of low quality,

We wish they’d just go away so we could play as always before…

We have an aversion to change, such diversions of perversion

The Price You Pay

Oh the price you pay today for happiness without satisfaction

For your joy is not joy, just a toy with which to fiddle like a riddle

But you can never solve this puzzle since you muzzled Wisdom

And drove her into the ground without a sound, pound for pound,

And you’ve taken leave of your sense, sit in a corner and grieve,

While fair young Peace stands ready to give you new lease on life

Not rife with pain without gain and no strife, gift of gold not cold

If only you’ll make bold to kneel and kiss his tender, lovely feet

And wrap tightly round him, within him, bound to him forever

And to never pay so high a price for what only looks to you nice

Wisdom of St. James

Speak not, O most foolish heart, of what you will do for you part,

From start to finish, your life is not your own, not yours to chart,

For you belong to situations and obligations and so many actions,

And sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers stake their claim,

And who’s to blame, when to their lives you too make a claim?

Ah, your life is not your own, you sit not upon your life’s throne;

Save face and give it back to the One who gave it in the first place!