Trees on fire,
Skies are orange,
Times are strange.
They continue to rage,
Seeming endless outrage,
Where oh where,
Do we go from here?
Years tick by,
Until the simmer
Starts to boil.
Baby gets a gun,
How much more must we watch this rerun?
Their words bitter,
Worse than spoiled batter,
Carelessly strewn like leftovers and litter,
Equally bad, both the former and latter.
They push too far their scare and dare,
The situation getting too dire,
Of who will spark the first fire.
Super Bowl Sunday,
Champions for the fifth time.
Overtime win for the Pats.
Roger Goodell hands over the trophy.
Elated Tom Brady,
Deflated Matt Ryan.
34 to 28 – the final score
Overwhelmed by faults
Crazed and puzzled for a while
Mother Nature shrugs.
Earth shattering moves
Mother Nature turns over
With the same dynamics,
Out of control,
They’re on a killing roll,
One after the other,
This is truly war.
Showing they won’t be cowed,
Displaying their bravados
By ramming through a crowd
Forcing their dissonance.
Time to shed the politics
Register both citizens and aliens
To identify ISIS and other lunatics.
Weed out the barbarians
To stop this downward spiral.
This is now a matter of survival.
[In reference to the Bastille Day truck massacre in southern France today.]
A manipulated act
Brainwashed by cowards.
Nothing more but waste
A blight to humanity
They’re the true zombies.
Vessels for Satan’s bidding
Nothing more, nothing.
In appreciation of Mexican culture, I want to highlight the work of singer/songwriter, Chavela Vargas, who passed away in 2012 but whose voice still lives on via various venues, including YouTube. She had an amazing voice. To learn more about her, go to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chavela_Vargas. One of my favorites from her is Gabino Barrera, which I first heard in the movie sound track for Werner Herzog’s My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?. To listen to the song, click https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDvkwuO_3YU.
Instant cult classics
May the Fourth/Force be with you
Thank you George Lucas
[Italicized stanzas are excerpts from Prince’s song, Purple Rain]
4/21/16 — The last day of Prince’s reign
He who gave us Purple Rain
And other hits that will never wane
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
Pioneer, legend, icon, genius
He even had a name that’s a hieroglyph
As cryptic as what stole his last breath
Constant music in the making
He set the tone and style for the taking
He’s always real, no room for faking
Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
A milestone maker in many stages,
He had a soundtrack for all the ages
His harmony is stronger than any steel cages
He’s a master in rock and blues
An impact in culture and people of any hue
He’s a melody maven through and through
It’s time we all reach out
For something new, that means you too
Prince and the Revolution
Prince and the N.P.G./The New Power Generation
Prince, you were always a sensation
Only want to see you
In the purple rain