Friday, February 11, 2011

Sleep

The silent shrug of myopic minds,
deters the wake of caring sighs.
It steers away from heartfelt ache,
the pain of knowing the real mistake,
of clinging to comfortable diatribes,
from politicians to media lies.

The tunneled vain of vanquished care,
for plights of those we’re not aware,
shall bring a path of forgetful bliss.
The moral dilemma won’t seem amiss,
as drone like brain-waves usurp a hint,
of gross injustice in our midst.

Super bowls and reality shows,
jackpot troves, and numbing loaves,
of bread and circus pablum fare,
it keeps our minds from real despair.

Shell games crossed with Ponzi malice,
invade the state with viral madness.
Revenues stolen to fund the scheme,
from you and me to bring the dream,
of rule by force to the looter class,
and deified power within the grasp.

Super bowls and reality shows,
jackpot troves, and numbing loaves,
of bread and circus pablum fare,
it keeps our minds from real despair.

Jackboot thugs claim innocent lives,
with drug war raids-- no law provides.
Yet swat teams crash and shred the law,
matters not the purported cause.
Alphabet agencies storm with guns,
for views or vitamins-- unsanctioned ones.

Super bowls and reality shows,
jackpot troves, and numbing loaves,
of bread and circus pablum fare,
it keeps our minds from real despair.

Collateral damage rules the day,
as innocent people are bombed away.
The hydra snake in Islamic dress,
multiplies fast, and so, to stress,
the self-fulfilled prophesy now is real.
Let’s go after Goldstein, now, with zeal!

Super bowls and reality shows,
jackpot troves, and numbing loaves,
of bread and circus pablum fare,
it keeps our minds from real despair.

Hush, little ’mericans, don’t say a word,
Uncle Sam provides a life secured.
Though that type of life is shallow,
making your brain a tower of jello.
Uncle Sam does the thinking for you,
just obey the call of the red, white and blue.
Hush, little ’mericans, don’t say a word,
Uncle Sam provides a life secured.
Hush, little ’mericans, don’t say a word,
Uncle Sam provides a life secured.

Sleep . . . Sleep . . . sleep . . . sleep . . .

9 comments:

  1. Very Good, Ken. Would be good set to music, too.

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  2. Good to hear from you, John. Very perceptive. Actually, that is the idea. During the slow winter months, I have been trying to get good at the piano. At any rate, I'm learning a lot and might try my hand at putting this to music.

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  3. Excelellent! Outstanding!

    Though in my mind's ear by the time I got to the "bread and circuses" stanza I was hearing not singing but the golden speaking voice of The Moody Blues' Ray Thomas (I think) reading one of Graeme Edge's provactive and haunting poems... one of which concludes:

    Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
    Removes the color from our sight
    Red is gray and yellow white
    But we decide which is right...
    and which is an illusion

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  4. Thanks, Neal.

    Well, I've come up with the melody for this and have started to write it down. Now, a lot of "bibbling and scribbling, scribbling and bibbling."

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  5. Neal,

    You reminded me of a great Simpson's episode:

    Cold-hearted Homer, ditching his wife, while ancient Ned runs for his life...
    Chips of red, and blue, and white, but we decide which...

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  6. I remember that episode well! (And of course I recognized the poem they were taking off on.) Also got a laugh out of how the Moody Blues were actually listed on the Marquee as a warm-up act for some generic symphony playing Moody Blues tunes. Though my favorite part was when Ray pulls apart his flute, revealing a knife, and says (referring to the attempting-to-dis-his-sacred-marriage vows Homer [not in Vegas!), "I want fattie."

    Whenever I see the episode where Bill Gates "buys out" Homer ("don't be fooled by the hair-cut... I'm exceedingly wealthy) I wonder if you ever saw it since years ago you hadn't. I believe it's the same episode where the school kids get lost on an island and Milhouse is accused of stealing food (and Bart is the judge of the makeshift court that tries him). ("I don't know, Lis', that verdict really made me angry.")

    Good luck with the song-writing. I've really been getting into that Scott Houston piano show on PBS recently -- I've learned so much. I've always loved music, and musicals, but I (alas) had absolutely no musical training as a kid. I suppose for those who know how to sight-read music and play piano for real (base and treble cleffs) the "play piano in a flash" style (treble cleff only, chords changes written above for left hand) may seem silly, but believe me to people like me it is a revelation! I hope someday to get a keyboard and start actually trying to play. I have some lyrics to an opening song and a rough idea of a musical I'd like to work on someday. (Need to get some money coming in first though.)

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  7. Oh no! To the contrary. I just discovered "The Piano guy" a couple of months ago and that kind of training is what has been missing in my studies all my life. I'm a pretty good sight reader, but not so good in improvisation. I am learning a lot from that program.

    No, I still haven't seen that Bill Gates episode. Damn.

    Good for you on your musical idea. I have the same dream actually.

    Thinking out loud . . . collaberation?

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  8. I'm so glad you like "The Piano Guy" approach too!!! I still watch it virtually every day, and I keep learning so much -- even though I don't have a piano or keyboard! (Power chords, inverted chords, arpeggios, playing the chord notes individually as a base line, etc.)

    Of course it sure is making me jones to get a piano (or keyboard) to try things out myself (and learn to actually play) -- and work on some of my own tunes (which at this point are only in my own head).

    Collaboration is certainly something to be considered -- it seems almost all musicals are written by teams (except Sondheim I guess). But considering I don't currently have a car (or keyboard) and am stuck in the far south suburbs we might have to wait on it. Something to keep in mind though.

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  9. By the way, the Simpsons episode where Bill Gates visits Homer's house and tells his associates (goons) "buy him out, boys" and they trash Homer's stuff is called "Das Bus", season 9 episode 14 (1998), in case you want to rent it someday.

    It's a great episode, even more for the island trial of Millhouse (with Bart as the judge) than for the "back home" story of Homer attempting to make money off of the internet (thought the "buy out" scene is superb).

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