freewill

Freewill Boy, The Man
6-14-99


She made me do a dance for five dollars
Under the pale moonlight
I told her to raise it to twenty
And then pounded on the sidewalk
Jumping for joy
An all the way freewill kind of boy
But in this boy there is a man
Somewhere deep in there
Somehow the shit has hit the fan
Frog out of the bag
Into the jaws of a hungry bear
And now I live down here
In the pit of his stomach
Waiting for him to somehow spit me up
When the meal does not quite agree
Freewill boy, I am and I am free
And salt water won't bother me
I can live in the pond and as well at sea
Growing gills under the pale moonlight
Jumping for joy
A freewill kind of boy
And when the show is over
I go on home the same man
I was when I woke up
Then the real show goes on
On the TV when the power is off
Then I drift off to sleep
And dream up a new dance
For a twenty dollar bill
That vanishes before I know it
Oh, how I show it....


























Trip To The New Moon
6-15-99


I took a trip to the new moon
When it was out of sight
I think I'll seize the power soon
Absorb creative energy from this humid night
Take a walk outside
And get in touch with the trees
Minding the business
Of sleeping birds and bees
Catch a dream or two
Man, if I were you
I'd get out while there's gold in the air
Let go, let loose all worry and care
Drop it in the sea for the angels
Aquatic beings of light
They'll take care of what you don't want to keep
All you have to do is jump right in
And let the waves of mercy wash you cool
Take a little sand home with you in your shoe
And remember the places you have been
I took a trip to the new moon and back
Stopped at the lunar 7-11 and bought a fresh new pack
Lighter smoke though still burns strong
A lucky strike, make a wish for the stars
And head on to the planet Mars
Your music will be waiting when you awake
Continue your journey through Kansas
Stay until the moon is full again
And now I ramble....












We Are All Human After All
6-15-99


Making friends to the alien beings inside my head
In the end we are all human after all
It is that which is misunderstood
That seems to be the alien
And then we integrate with the unknown
It may seem dangerous in the beginning
But we are not excused
When we do not choose to take the chance
And on the way we obtained armored suit, mace and lance
But our weapon is not our might
As we master spiritual martial arts overnight
We find that our capes
They fly like a kite
Taking us higher
Though there is always one step higher
We set up camp and build a fire
Once we had used only flint
Now we strike matches and light our cigarettes
Saluting Mother Nature for her gifts
But abuse not the resources
For then you abuse yourself
Hell, we can never master our desires
For in the end
We are all human after all....












A Treat From Grandpa
6-15-99


Caffeine lights
Maxwell House high
The sixty watt bulbs bring wakefulness to my eye
And a florescent light, how lethal
To the system that can only take so much
What can the Sun do to the sense of the touch
Sensitive, the nerve ending brings the senses keen
Aromas of the shore return to my being
Engrams of pleasure remind me of how it was once
When I ran free, a child
Never caring of who I am
Only wishing to taste the soda pop
A treat from Grandpa
He lifted me up to show me the jukebox
And the music man, I grew up to be
Myrtle Beach, yeah, he did teach
And I never really cared about Who
I only fancied the where and when
And the what is what interested me the most
What kind of shell fish dwelled close to the coast
Never did I care for the bold
Never did I need to boast
Or care to find myself
And then I started asking questions
Inviting new flavors to my being
And then I started seeing
Understanding so much more each day...