…and the buddha makes three

 

I’m sparking up a formula     with no specific ingredients      can you follow that?     will it make any difference?      I’ve had too much to think     and now I need a rest     still, it makes the nights more interesting     to think until you think you’re full     do you ever think about your thinking?     I suggest you do     we can compare notes     you, me  and the buddha makes three    the mind is a rubber band      it’s got elasticity     when we stretch and flex    the universe bends in sympathy      I see a bird perched in a tree     I am the bird      I am the tree    when I sing the song    the song is me

crave

 

I’m strung out on everything     I can never get enough    I got this hole inside I can’t fill    an urgent hunger    deep frenzied and lustful     it’s driving me around the bend     I need something to ease the pain     like sex, drugs or liquor      something that will get its teeth into me      the remedies lie close at hand       but I’m not gonna let that happen       I won’t let it consume me       I’ll turn this ache into energy      coz it’s an itch that I can never scratch     heaven knows I’ve tried    this constant craving  cannot be sated    it’s a bitch to the very last

dreams

 some dreams are terrible     some dreams are sacred      their fragments alive only in memory       she treads through my dreams with delicate feet     I pursue, but I never quite catch her        she rides on the breeze - just out of reach     I dreamed she was here last night    I did my best to be appealing      she glowed in appreciation      how I enjoyed putting out the charm      and watching it connect      better than putting out fear and watching it twist with calculated effect     

I’m a kindly old ruin    or so she said     a man with no soul     an ancient plumed serpent with come to bed eyes      I was designed to produce offspring like every other creature     not cower in the suburbs shining my dick     I’m now sixty four     and coming of age      (about fucking time)     I’m no longer afraid      just too old to do much about it      perhaps I’m too aged      to still cut the mustard      but a man can still dream     if that’s all that’s left him     a man can still hope     that dreams can come true

precious

some cats take the hump      at the slightest provocation      they expect to be offended      in fact, they must be offended      it’s a form of self defence       something they learned when they were young        they think they’re pretty tough       because they make a fuss       but then, everybody’s tough      until they take a kicking       the knowledge of certain death     will concentrate the mind     on the important things in life    

some cats cultivate an air of sobriety     it’s not so easy to offend a sober mind      I have spilled some wine      but I was diving for pearls     I used to think I was precious         until I stepped off the edge of the world     now I have nothing to defend     I no longer take offense      it’s a queer kind of freedom      that sets a man against himself     but  I see every aggravation as  a personal test    coz my enemy lies within     if that makes any sense

anthem of the heart

is this my reality?    did I bake it myself?     or was it imposed on me?      I have to know where I am     or I won’t find my way home     and I’ll have no place to sleep       when there’s sleeping to be done       I have to know what’s mine and leave the rest alone      whatever path I take     I’ll keep a piece of myself apart      coz I was born a singular being      nothing changes that      but everything I do    becomes a part of me     so I never steal more than I can carry     

I followed the ideology of sex, drugs and violence       but nothing gulfed the chasm I felt inside     love was supposed to cure me of that      but there’s no honey in any philosophy that advocates slavery     I march to the sound of a different drum     the freedom I seek lies within    where a revolutionary heart ignites my conscience       I’ve heard many different singers     interpret this same song     they often change the lyrics      but they seldom get it wrong