Another day

Another day in the country
Another day by the lakes and trees
Another day breathing clean fresh air
And watching the turtle and the hawk

Set the pace of being free



Neils
*
started yesterday
finished today
10:57 am
10/26/2008


N....again

Prisoners of the Prism

Stretch the truth
Put it on the rack
Talk to me about splitting hairs
I’ll split’m with an ax

Hang out with the captives
Talkin useless hope
Stand there on the trap door
Being fitted for a rope

Think up your acceptance speech
About who you need to thank
Practice it on the open seas
About half-way out the gang plank

Discouragement
Low down dirty and mean
I can cut it

Even if it takes a Guillotine




Neils
*
about 1992
*
transcribed this time
8:59 am
10/08/2008

N…again

Don't try to stop me

Don’t try to stop me
Because….

I don’t like poetry
I don’t like to dance
I don’t like anything
That gives me half a chance

To really get to know you
Call you as a friend
I’ve seen your kind before
You like to pretend

CHORUS:

Skulking down the streets
Sitting by the curb
In daylight fierce with heat
Are the mentally disturbed

While glide rides slide around
Trying to determine
The hippest side of town
Free of intervening vermin

****
****

Hurl me out beyond the garbage
Break loose damn be slammed
It didn’t take me no work
To get me where I am

The milk of human kindness
Is bleeding from the bone
And like a baby in the dumpster
I believe I’ve found a home




Neils
About 1992
*
transcribed this time
8:43 am
10/08/2008


N….again

There You Are

There you are

There you are with that bright light
Of intensity sensuality and charm
There you are as you were when
When at first my heart was disarmed

I don’t know where you went
I don’t know where you’ve been
All I know is that there was real magic
And a clarity of intentions to attend

To the sacred gifts of eternal everyday
To the sun rising in the morn
When at first we have to live
We simply live because we were born

But somewhere along the line
There may come a discovery of re-birth
And then we have to return to the disciplines
If there is to be any real meaning or any worth

Mortal law has never been my moral compass
I am not easily dealt with or understood
Because if justice rules the land all hail King Arthur
And if not I will more than likely lean toward Robin Hood




Neils
7:54 pm
10/01/2008
*
transcribed this time
10:32 pm
10/02/2008


N....again