A Nice Pair: Piper + Saucerful = ♥ 

Syd Barrett as symptom and metaphor
Lucifer the fallen cherub/seraph, Icarus, Orpheus,
the dissolution of society through Dionysian mysteries
degeneration of High Classical art into Pharmakeia and Gnosis
An acid casualty/psychotic misperceived as revelator
Lost generations / Lost souls
Siren songs, waves crashing on the Rock
Youth wandering a kaleidoscopic labyrinth
Unearthly desire
The celestial tones of madness and doom
Epiphany where the Flux of Eternal Becoming is glimpsed
The fear that one may never come down again
Clashing symbols & portents in storm-clouds
Idealizations of childhood
the Beauty beyond the Beyond...

P.a.t.G.o.D.

Wayfarers All

♗

Why is he Vaticanizing

when he could be catechizing ?

This silly man with a funny hat
this doddering puppet
with his dead Jesus on a stick
this irrelevant vestigial organ
this geriatric Marxist-Lite:
outdated Liberationist
terminal Global Warmist;

no wonder the World
heeds his incoherent discourse.
No wonder they
listen to him
but hate the Truth.

You want the high lonesome brought down to earth –
the value of gold – devoid of its worth.

Like herbless reggae – or atheist Bach
like love without romance and time with no clock –

it’s smokeless jazz without the snap
buried treasure without any map.

It’s Andean flutes without the coca
Moon with no shine – un Raton sin Boca

You can’t have your culture without the Gospel
like rain without water, it’s simply impossible.

You can’t keep the tree without having roots
or gather a harvest without the fruits.

So get the hell gone with your atheist bluegrass
lest someone imply you’re an unsaved jackass…

come on over ↓ 
⊕

...is a cool site. Easy, and fun to post (just like Song Meanings)

http://hellopoetry.com/

Now - where did I put my black lily? Ah here it is...
tucked into my cashmere cummerbund. Ahem:

Thou, dusky gem of poesy -
I surf the Net in search of thee.

The problem of trash removal in lower socioeconomic status neighborhoods is a growing issue in the US and the world. Garbage and waste in many forms can be seen collecting on sidewalks piling up on street corners, and lying around or sitting on benches in parks and public spaces. Human debris congregates on streets and in alleys. One notes the lack of efficient waste-removal services in the most under-served areas of our nation’s breeding grounds. It is understood by most human beings that garbage is unsightly and smelly, but it is also a risk to other life-forms. Animals may be endangered by human waste products which also pose a health menace to others in the vicinity. Children can be hurt by some forms of solid waste such as glass or jagged plastic and the people who strew it around. Noise pollution is also a form of audible waste which must be processed; the smell and tone of voice of most urban garbage is a powerful deterrent to enjoyment and recreation in our city spaces, and results in delinquency and greater police presence as a consequence. It is unwise to befriend garbage, or even to get too close to it in dysfunctional neighborhoods at certain hours, particularly in the heat of summer.

Lighter-colored garbage must be separated from dark in order for sustainable community growth and renewal to occur. Contrary to popular belief, all garbage is not equal – and some garbage cannot co-exist with other forms of waste matter, due to inherent differences in biodegradability and elemental/organic limitations. Before garbage can be effectively sorted and redeemed, it must be recognized and classified as truly being useless and serving no positive purpose.

Garbage that is not removed and transported to an appropriate waste rehabilitation/disposal facility can cause ghettoization of entire communities and drain additional funds that could be better spent on human issues (such as social justice and yoga/mindfulness training for law enforcement, for example). Humans need to occupy the space now monopolized by garbage, because if not, radicalized community organizers from the sanitation committee will begin to stir up the garbage and make the garbage feel justified in claiming more space for itself.

When garbage becomes aggressive, human beings need to resist. They must affirm, in the face of a mounting foul-smelling tsunami, that waste still needs to be disposed of - as before, so now and forever. Garbage is meant to be thrown out - not celebrated. A daring thought, perhaps, but one which served anterior generations well and made for clean and welcoming urban spaces.

Let’s all work together to put the garbage where it belongs.

Defunkt  1983 (untraceable lyrics)

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help – for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms…

I slept alone for many whole nights
but one more minute / and I will kill you
you look at me as if I had no eyes
but when you touch me / I have no skin

You made love to a photocopy
and left the room / in perfect order
by leaning out of the window
and traveling / by ambulance

strangling me with your love…   [X 4]

You are strangling me with your love
in your hotel room of permanent disorder
I cry for help – for open air / you close the window and I pass out
between your walls / in your arms…
(chokin’ to death) strangling me with your love…
(chokin’…) strangling me with your love…
strangling me with your love…  

[I'll even lay a freebie on ya.]

(tuning of electric guitars, assorted drum warm-up rolls)
"Hey Detroit - it's great to be here. We love you Motor City !!
(wild applause fills arena)
"This next number is named When Cows Come Home."

The ranch-bound bovines, in dehydration,
yet wary of Kool-aid, declined to drink.
They grazed in wonder, cowed rumination:
where does “beef” come from?  A herd tends to think

of pasturage, water, and basic needs.
Ranch-hands assured them all was in order;
privileged guests enjoy the finest  feeds.
Cows, content on this side of the border

try Buddhism, yoga – or simply gaze…
though things in the distance loomed ominous
(those lots at the edge of the well-hoofed ways)
– and a stench wafted into their consciousness.

Yet their calves frolicked on while the bulls mounted heifers –
dreamed vegan dreams as they nibbled grasses
some earned doctorates, others went clubbing;
all loosed sustainable methane gases.

Soothing their calves with fables and stories
where cows are the measure of pastured life
they deflected the gist of the young ones’ queries,
affirming that Truth means avoidance of strife.

“It’s best to just graze. Don’t ask questions dear.
We’re on this planet without any clue.
We evolved. From just what is a little unclear –
but Cow Science has proved that it’s true.”

I have been posting an original poem-per-day
and will continue through April (National Poetry Month)
so all Song Meanies are cordially invited, whether to revile, to yawn or to applaud:

www.connecthook

LONG LIVE POETRY ! (most useless of the noble arts...)

Hi everybody at SongMeanings who is even a little bit poetically inclined. 

I wanted to let you know that National Poetry Month will soon be upon us. 

That means National Poetry Writing  Month (NaPoWriMo) will also rise with the first fools and spring flowers of the coming lunar cycle.

Please be warned that I intend to inflict SERIOUS poetastery on you ... yes - you.

Stay tuned to the psychic mind-reading radio for further poetic updates.

Over and out in on !

Greetings, all you Song Meanies.

Please let it be known, from the abysses of Gehenna unto the celestial courts of the Eternal King above, that I STILL love ʘʄɼɑ ɦɑʐɑ's face & voice.

(my wife does not have a problem with this either...)

BTW - have you noticed the incredible amount of activity at her thread here ?

PS: did you know that it was her voice in Prince of Egypt?