The Golden Dawn of a Twilight Year

The Golden Dawn of a Twilight Year


In the endless choirs, the bells of new years day,

the ball slowly falling to the ground like a cheap dream



in the meadow behind the courthouse wall,

in the words so frail that they crumble in

mouths like too much flesh, rotted and rancid;


in the eye of a needle you can see it.


A land where all is just and equal, where women

pass freely, their words on their breasts


and where toil has been abolished in favor of truth and good fortune.


In this field all is free,


no black bodies with hair like mine

and eyes like mine face down before

the twisted fingers of the beast,


ready to cage all dreams and abandon faith with hands

that are not it's own. The world played

with strings of steel, no,


forget the white eyes of sorrow.


Forget all that should be remembered;

on New Years dance the night away


with spirits high with wine and pheromones,

lust and heartbreak,


you cannot take those with you.


The women will be free,

the animals will take flight,

the cages shall release the

orphans of a dream


to dawning's light,

a golden morning.


The bells ring foolish, blistering,

earsplitting but they can hear

you too.


When fools run the world the bells shall weep

and in the armaggedon of our days, they will



Until then we must march;





until the women lose their girdles and

their hair is wild and new,


until the animals have found new homes in ancestral

forests, caves and trees untouched by man,


until my people have left this world and found

a hallway of kings, well above the foolish clouds

at the throne of a weeping nebula, tears

of joy throwing star showers for

an ebullient throng.


We must march: let the bells chime glory in our way.

In the golden dawn of a twilight age, we must

march until all mankind marches together.

Stay Awake

Stay Awake

Inside the heart of darkness lies the blinding spirit light 
Beneath the wires and cables running deep
Inside my heart still pumping blood up to my falling head
My love is dying, I'm falling fast asleep
The fields of verdant pleasure, bound magnificence of God
The oceans kissing shorelines on the beach 
To push away the innocent, to stay a quaking hand 
My heart beats slow, I'm falling fast asleep

But wait for the dreamland muse of slumber soft repose
Her poisoned primp of perjury and plush
The hushing low of innocence, now floating on the bay
Into the fiery clutches of the dusk

Please don't fall asleep

Don't call me on my bullshit, I'm a loser and a liar
No words can match the frailty of my trust 
Beneath the guise of chickenwire and candy coated angst
lies broken bottle bliss and haunted lust
Don't wake me from this dreamtime howl of nighttime cloaked in black 
Don't listen for the words to make me blush
I've seen the serpent prowling in the grazing fields of home 
I've watched the world and shuddered in disgust

I've waited for a lifetime for this endless crown of fire 
I've longed to see the seagulls in the air
The zephyrs catch my face and my life has been a waste 
Don't fall asleep for ages of despair

Please don't fall asleep

A Song for Freedom

A Song for Freedom

It's not right to eat spring chickens when they're born inside a cage
with clipped wings in their alleys while we sing the grapes of rage
Every city lost its soul when the hoisted rag was rung
Every suburb, every countryside where freedom songs are sung

For every senator with power, apple pie to feed the poor
Every judge that never read a book that hasn't mentioned war
Every countryman with polished guns that's seen but never known
Every child must plant a quiet dream in fields where poppy's flown

Light creeps over gentle fields still wet with silver hope
and falls to warm a quiet child, of whom poets have spoke
Never in the days of man has life meant so much more
and never has the word of mouth had proverbs in it's lore

All the children in the alleys making light in dim railyards
aren't the villains jailers victimize in tales told with stale cigars
The only criminal is age, bleeding wisdom in it's trail
as the vulgar birds flap dirty wings and haunt the blackened sails

The heartland never saw it's shade, only the borderline;
the farmers, workers, artisans with freedom on their minds
Cast away like looseleaf because of scribble on a page
forsaken from the promise of the trail our fathers made

David slung a quiet stone with decibles of weight
that flew into the head of wrath and helmet it did break
Every president and congressman is doomed to keep a vow
To every little speck of life in every quiet town

I am just a city boy, Brooklyn born and bred
I'll never learn the etiquette of English figureheads
But to the fields of freedom by the seat of an accord
I'll roll til dawning haunts the land and grapes no longer stored

I just wanted so much more but never should I take
I'll learn to eat the words I spew, the promises I make
The world is smaller than we think but greater than we know
It holds a mass of dignity that flags can never show

Morning stalks the black of night that hollows on the trees 
to laugh into the hold of dawn and golden every leaf
What will make you burst in tears will make you love your life 
Every city, every countryside is blessed with freedom's light