"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." - John F. Kennedy

Thanks for finding me. This is a fairly random sampling of my poetic rumblings beginning in the mid-70s to present day. Not definitive or complete, just things that struck me again for one reason or another on revisiting. There are a couple of previously published collections here which might be good places to start if you are diving in blind from the precipice.

Try the collections MEET THE BEATS or GLIMMERING RAY DUET (both archived in June 2008 in the menu below right) for starters if you are so inclined...

As of 2016, I will be publishing my song lyrics on a seperate page from the more poetic scribblings here. Pieces that first appeared here and then later were arranged for music will remain here in their original form but may appear edited on the lyric page. Check out the links section for the original song blog.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

WITHOUT A NET


Every morning I try to wash away my dreams of you
Before they turn my day to mush and turn my mind to goo
But, you pop into my sleep at times when I least expect you to

Every day, like a month
Every month, like a year
Every moment a lifetime
When you're not here

Every second, a minute
Every minute, a day
Every day lasts forever
Since you went away

Every face a reminder
Every laugh sounds insane
Every trace of our time
Just a fading refrain
             Come back to me just to see
             If all that was, was meant to be
             If all that pain was worth the risk
             If all those promises can just be kissed away
             with yesterday

"tear drops made of lead
like mercury from her strings"   
with a world so quiet and dead
she takes what the night brings

the shadows made of mist
the curtain soaking wet
given time to shake its fist
at a life without a net
  forget about you less each day
            forget about me, you would say
            life goes on, we live our own
            someone sits and waits beside a phone alone
            another day

closing eyes and see a face
familiar but so hard to place
mind plays tricks with inner space
hard to know what to replace

there was a time when tears came quick
and heartache burned and made you sick
it sometimes just forgot to tick
to beat, to feel, to pump, to click


- lyrics: 2/10-24/99
Two lines quoted above from  from C.P. Lee "Road to Free Trade Hall"  p.150} 

MIMI'S DARK EYES


She does what she wants to
She lives like a queen
Sure, sometimes she’s bored
Mimi’s dark eyes…

She lives like a queen
Eats only the best
She does what she pleases
Mimi’s dark eyes

And sometimes when everyone’s busy with Eli
or Perri’s out dancing, Or they leave on vacation
or Paz cookin’ chicken when Jackie’s out shopping
or Steven’s out schmoozing some big time director
She just might get real lonely
And bark at the trash guy

And sometimes when Brad’s here
He just knows where to touch her
And makes her so happy
But don’t tell her boyfriend
Who lives down at Karla’s
Coz Harry get’s jealous and barks like a foghorn
What he don’t know won’t hurt him

And Mimi’s dark eyes
Are closed when she’s dreaming
‘bout skunks and leaf blowers
Who scare off coyotes

Please take me to Karla’s
And when is Brad coming
I just got my bangs cut
And don’t I look gorgeous…

And what’s in the bowl there

She lives like a queen
Mimi’s dark eyes
She lives like a queen
Mimi’s dark eyes
She lives like a queen
Mimi’s dark eyes
She does what she wants to.

- for Mimi Monkarsh, 2014