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IN DANCE
In dance, profound before me to mystery I make my pledge To search to gesture To dance as fluid as I can
In rhythms of primal surrender before me. To mystery I give my thanks For I am thankful With you, I am, Without you, I am not.
OUT OF THE GROOVE
Strike while the iron is hot Move to the beat and hit the spot Choose the road and mark your time Tip off the oracle, share her wine.
Now is the time to mourn and grieve For all who live the lie, and bank on the thief Sacred cows and holy books Gospels, Gita, and mother's look.
Faked it out for years on end, And where did it get you, my hungry friend? Heart-stricken, broody, and out of the groove You lash, you hurry, you moanfully move.
What's up? , the dirge sounds You had it and lost it in the first few rounds Desolation, a tragic end, a wretched flash Rich and powerful, still looking for the stash.
Making sense is too removed, its too stale now So, you walk on shells to reach the "Now" You ask, you fumble, you make your move Only to burrow and rot in that familiar groove.
The answer my friend was once blowin' in the wind The wind was a hurricane that held you still As the answers soared and surged around your head You reached by default, and admitted you were dead
You buried it that day in the eye of the storm You surrendered, you confessed, you lost your form So now, you think, even money is the worth of your life You, criticize, you're unstrung, you tenure your strife.
Give up and lose the game Or rise, mature, to seek your fame Padlock the cramps, the twitch, the tingle and the prickle Reclaim what's yours and ignore the elder with his sickle.
I wrote this the day after 911
In a New York Minute
In a heartbeat, we entered the realm of the melancholy, In a wink of an eye, we found ourselves at the edge of the abyss, In a sneaking suspicion, we uttered true lies. In a moment in time, we lost our balance, In a glimmer of hope, we were swept away, In a last gasp, we grew weary, In a lasting desire, we lay naked, In a sequence of events, we lost our rhythm, In making due, we compromised our dignity, In a New York minute, we faced unspeakable truths, In a split second, we accommodated a solemn thought, In a broken promise, we understood our fragility, In a slim chance, we rolled snake eyes, In a forced grin, we encountered our double, In a double take, we fixated our eyes on the sublime, In a round about way, we made peace with ourselves, In a false step, we heard ourselves falter, In dire straights, we rebounded to live another day, In resisting temptation, we became God's savior, In seizing the moment, we set the record straight, In tempting fate, we lagged behind the running pack, In tuning in, we arrested our development, In twisting the truth, we fell prey to untold misery, In breaking new ground, we lost our footing, In flirting with disaster, we landed on our asses, In a solemn oath, we deceived our own shadows, In the eye of the storm, we captured our enigmatic spirits, but lost them again during the calming, In the depths of despair, we muscled our way to the front of the line, In a stroke of luck, we lived the moment, In a silent prayer, we forced a smile, In a lingering thought, we assumed the position, and didn't dare lift a finger In calculating our every move, we faced our shortcomings, In sensing danger, we reached in our pockets and made no sudden moves, In embracing religion, we became zealots, In rejecting religion, we became careful, In acts of generosity, we let things slide, we let them slip, we let them sail, never asking anything in return, In fine form, we insulted a humble soul. The humble soul remains us.
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