bugsy

all my life they had me drag the low end     they say I’m not worth knowing       that I don’t amount to  much      so I deserved their soft betrayals     the kind that stuck fast    a leaking of confidences  unanswered phone calls    unanswered doors     they’d cut a little distance        and leave me in the cold       maybe they caught a glimpse of my crazy        maybe they just lost patience       I’m used to that now      no one knows you when you’re mental     I guess my company isn’t easy      no one owes me anything      friendship least of all       but it doesn’t really matter now      I’m tempered by experience       and hardened to the bone      I flourished on the outside      I made it on my own

*Bugsy; adjective  infested with bugs; dirty; weird; buggy. Crazy; unstable; bughouse, He must be bugsy to behave so impulsively!  

dharma

there are no big secrets       don’t believe all you read      all beliefs are cosmetic      you have to harvest the present      to live your own truth      there’s a universe in motion      and it don’t know your name       all names are bogus      they all sound the same      your mind is magical     let it work in silence       this is the medicine      you consume with your soul        the truth is an unwavering note      that resonates through the cosmos          there’s but one single instant      that lingers eternal    there’s only one truth      and its moment is now

home

 it’s been a hard road     but I came the long way round       towns are made of people     and this old town is dead to me      everybody is out of reach     I’m a stranger here now      and I live so far away       far away in time      I’ll find no sanctuary here       I wouldn’t have a prayer      it didn’t seem so bad      framed by moonlight     with eyes filled with passion      you’d think an outside woman could provide a home for me       but home is where my people are        it’s where I’m headed to    not where I started from    adventure risks uncertainty      peace begins at home 

imagination

 reality is a hoax     I don’t believe in that shit     bring me intoxication    serve me ecstasy    light me up with insanity      reality is a prison     I’ve long since escaped      the real universe is beyond our comprehension      imagination trumps reality     because reality is stationary      it’s all in the mind of course      fiction reveals what reality obscures    faith is a mere placebo    imagination illuminates the world       imagination is the wellspring of all creation      imagination has no limits       in a universe of infinite possibilities anything you can imagine is real

wolves

another reluctant dawn      burns holes into my eyes     just another blind man    sickening for change      I tried to off load my shackles      coz you never know        the hour or day       will bring a glimpse of hope     I’m tuned into a world      that has never been my own     I’ve been waiting on a shepherd      but all I get are wolves