"Compassionate Thing"

She's a compassionate thing-

At home
And at
The workplace...

It's almost like she sings!

She's a compassionate thing-

Such a compassionate thing-

Sweet and honest!

She's a compassionate thing-

Such a compassionate thing-

Very revealing:

Because that
Makes her
The one
Everybody's sure
To take advantage of.

But the woman,
She knows how to love.

"And- Who?"

Books-
Histories of the world...

Lies and sick philosophies:

And- who withstands Satan...

And what secretive organizations,
And criminal politicians
With the treasonous workings
Against their own nations,
Are giving him a whirl?

And- who?

Who?

"This Poetry? / Unruly?"

This poetry?

Unruly?

Well, excuse me...

It just doesn't matter to me:

If many or any,
Both of which there are plenty-
Say I've impoverished the suppleness
Of what is supposed to be the established verse script:

So what if it's seen as neither cool nor hip?

Or upon the old literary radar-

It doesn't even pick up a single blip?

For accordingly-
To me:

It's always been...

Lyrics- lyrics- lyrics-

Like a product for your perusal
In a mall or a market:

Open 24 hours-

Come hither-
Night or day!

"Reference To You"

To provide a reference to you-

Whenever I think of it-

Which I can assure you,
Is quite often.

It's just something
That I like-

Or rather should I say,
Love to do?

Because I do...

Simply to work all my memories
Of you in somehow-

And provide a reference to you.

"The Proper Respect"

Every survey
Of ancient history
And tradition-

And the continued interest
In the physical remains
Of long dead Egyptian:

Especially-

With the deciphering
Of the Rosetta stone...

And though
It's not as if
There's anything
Wrong with reading
And studying
The writings
On tombs
And temples-

It does make you wonder,
When it comes to
These same ancient Egyptians-

If sometimes
They wouldn't mind
Very much-
At least for a while,
Just to find themselves
Being left alone?

That is-

When you consider
The endlessly disturbing
Of their peaceful slumber,
After having been asleep
For so very long?

Though I'll admit
To as much curiosity
As anyone else-

I can't deny-

But that it is fascinating...

Yet I think
There is also such a thing
As making a point
Of simply knowing when
To show the proper respect.

"Meditation ( Earlier In This Century )"

Philosophical meditation
Earlier in this century-

And being as this is 2008:

If I'm not mistaken-

It would have been,
Just a few years ago.

But there is meaning...

With thoughts back to the ancient days.

The civilization, and civilizations
Between the Tigris and Euphrates-

And it's all bread and gravy, baby-.

"Fundamentally True"

The striving
To be more lyrical,
Like music-
Of temperament
And spirit:

And those moments
When you know it's time-
To take your mind,
And clear it.

Not that you'll see
Everything as new-

No, just the act
Of getting back
To the basic things-
That like a child,
You've always known
To be fundamentally true.

Such as those-
Though their hearts
Have been so badly broken,
Leaving them in despair-
Will meet somebody new,
And try to love again.

"Old Hong Kong"

Old Hong Kong-
The six images-
Dragons-
And iron:

Psychological undercurrents-
And paper.

So let us explore
The mysteries of telepathy-

Subliminal-

And other faces:

And what do you
Think of
When it's miles away?

When it's tomorrow-
When it's now-
When it's yesterday?

"This Lyric Blog"

Upon my part,
Only some additional
Attempt at augmentation
In explanation of the theme- themes?

Concerning this lyric blog.

Along with-
Or if you want to,
An electric guitar
To rock and wail with-

To your own personal observations:

Like finding yourself
On the road to Mandalay,
Or Shangri-La.

It's what you read it to mean...

The Internet-

As if it's psychic-

The crypto-spiritual:

Though staying solidly
Within the physical-

No interest in suddenly
Warping someplace else.

Simply sitting comfortably
In front of your computer screen...

And if that's the case-
Then be my quest,
And read on-

Whether you're taking it
Seriously,
Or only as song:

For it is what it is-

And what it is-

Is a lyric blog.

"The Sense Of Image Of Elvis In The '70s"

1977
And the mortal remains
Of Elvis Presley in his casket
With rumored applications
Of mortician's wax-

Yet Elvis Presley only
A few years before
In an armchair-

Attempting astral projections-

With an exaggerated
Sense of a need
Of supplication
To someone-
Anyone:

While possibly
Reminiscing back
To his contact
With the pre-Watergate
Nixon Administration:

Revealing to Nixon
In the Oval Office-
His opinion
Of the hippy
Drug culture,
And the Beatles:

Plus tax...

And to be sure-
The image of Elvis
In the '70s:

Along with Las Vegas,
And his constant cross-country,
And seemingly endless tours:

Elvis was a rock and roll star.

"Strange-"

Spiders,
Flies,
Moths,
And mosquitoes-

Mice,
Rabbits,
Squirrels,
Bats-
Dogs and cats,
And weasels-

And of course,
There's porcupines,
Badgers,
Wolverines,
Raccoons,
And beavers-

And what does it all mean?

Well, I'm telling you-

I haven't got a clue!

No-

Not a
Clue-
Clue-
Clue-
Do I,
Do I,
Do I,
Do I,
Do I,
Do I,
Do! Do! Do!

Or rather I don't!

Leaving you to think-
Well, that's cheap...

And likely even thinking too,
That the reason I haven't got a clue-

As to what it means...

Is because of the simple fact,
That it doesn't mean anything!

You may even read it again,
Just to be sure- and add:

No, not a thing!

And what can I say,
But that you'd be right?

Stop!

"Read It Now"

You're reading it now-

Maybe not heeding it:

But if you're here,
And your eyes are
Scanning it-

Then you're reading it now.

And the question should arise:

"What am I reading?"

Well, of course,
If it's this-

Which it must be,
If you're reading it now:

It's now what you're reading...

So in essence-

What you're reading,
Is me more or less
Simply repeating-

You're reading it now.

"Navigating Through Time"

Navigating through time-

That's what we're all doing.

Following the frequency-

That leads us on and on and on.

Navigating through time-

And while doing so...

Look around long enough-

And you really ought to realize,
That no matter what you've been told:

You can row, row, row your boat
As much,
Or as little as you want to-

And yet it still doesn't make life but a dream.

"It's-!"

It's not always
Just about
Mixed-up dreams,
Like old horror
And science fiction films
Blended together-

Involving a dialogue
With some nut in a lab,
Who talks about another version
Of a genetically altered house fly-
Not involving teleporting:

Yet one that also gets itself
Caught in a spider's web,
And screams...

Or anyone else who echoes
The same sorts of themes:

No- it's not always
Just about things like that.

Even though there's no doubt,
But that the world is moving
Fast and furious-
And it's crazy,
And it's serious:

With science
Running afoul of chaos:

The island of Dr. Moreau...

But like I said,
It's not always
Just about-

Time to wake up now....