Whaz' Zat

Lightning slaying shadows
In the tremors of the night
While he creeps among the alleys
Bringing fear before the fright
She sleeps in tattered trousers
In the ballroom's decadence
Moaning gently of her dreaming
By escorted precedence
Antiquated babblings
From a constant stream of thought
Sensitively wringing out
The rags that he has caught
Patting yet her bulging belly
She so slowly cries a smile
In anticipated suffering
Of her slowly growing child
He is speeding in a vacuum
Going nowhere, but, of course
He might believe in discipline
Of a bloody kind of sort
Naturally a state of race,
A never-changing spate of hate
While everything in some weird way
Does manage to relate
To her it doesn't matter more
Its chasms have been leapt
And she leans upon the skepticism
Of her chosen fate
Stand tall, you spittle-smattered son of man
Stand up, you hear them say
To slap you down and kick your teeth
And smile across the bay
Irrelevant eloquent pleading
Wasn't what she did this year
She passed it by and told a lie
And shed a crystal tear
For him to see, from valley's edge
From plateaus in the sand
And yet he has beshit himself
For being just a man
A bragging crowing sort of twit
A cast-off shade of pink
Who's brought himself and all the rest
Unto the very brink
Yet that magic urge
Continues on and plays continuum
A song of pleasure and of pain
Until that will ... be done

SECOND CONTRIBUTION 1970

WHAT'S HAPPENIN', JIM? (M) (c. 1971)

I hear voices calling me
won't you take me to
the day I know
where the sun keeps shining through the snow
and you're looking at me with the eyes of someone loved
or loving
in the world of steel and the world of clowns
you don't know where you stand right now
and the change is driving you right out of your mind
or inside
and are you going to be afraid today
there are so many ways that you make your fear
the things you see and the things you hear
around you
but what you gonna do when the sun goes down
and there ain't nobody else there in the town
and you have to go walking around all by yourself
in misery?
but don't you see the green on the mountainside
or don't you feel the love that you fight inside?
like the rock that breaks and falls into the sea
it's falling
and ol' Jim Creegan he's singing this song
and he's playing that guitar all day long
bringing it back to where it's a comin' from
he's calling

TIMES OF A MADMAN, TRIALS OF A THIEF (L) (c., 1971)

Times of a madman and trials of a thief
Appalling decisions of squalling belief
Basking in bedrooms that hookers bequeath and they search for pleasure
Constant confusion calamities' plight
Doubtless it doubles the devil's delight
Easy as dying away from the light and they're dead in leisure
Footing the future as part of the bill
God is within you and works through your will
Hating to stay there and watch while you kill all your sons and daughters
Imminent idols absurdly enchant
Justification to rave and to rant
Knighting is over we've learned how to plant and we'll change things gently
Love is the lotus of white baby blue
Man and his woman collapse when it's true
Never some try it 'cause they're scared of you but the fire is raging
Open your mind and your heart to be still
Peace is the endlessly crest of the hill
Quietly shattering and soft as a quill then it stays forever
Reality's frozen in art and your heart
Simply believe it and then you can start
Truth is the answer and not just a part yet the word's been spoken
Unity struggles on this speck of dust
Valiantly scraping the fast forming rust
World is as beauty it's under the crust in its formless phases
Xenophobes revel in ignorant fear
You are belittled when this is too near
Zoning's absurd and it shouldn't be here for we all are living

TROOF (S) (Summer 1972)1

And the truth shall make you free
and the light is all around us
even though some people really couldn't give it a damn
but those people gonna find out that the world
is here to feel
and oh my God I do feel real
take my heart and lead me through
will you be with me tomorrow?
spinning my soul with all your love and care
and if you do decide to leave me
you must know the way I feel
and oh my God I do feel real, feel so real
since the time I saw your face
I have wondered how to touch you
bright light shining through the depths
of my very core
and if you do decide to leave me
I will lose my even keel
but I'll still know I did feel real, felt so real
and the truth shall make us free
and I speak of a love unending
even though some people really won't give it a chance
but we are here to make it stronger
for as many as want to feel
and oh my God, we could be real, could be real.

SONG FOR NORTHERN IRELAND (S) (Summer 1973)

Come to thee, the peace, on a green and lovely island
If you please, if you please
Where the gorse is brightly growing
In the mirror of the morning
And the sweeping hills surround you
And the time it cannot bind you
With the cattle grazing slowly
While the sun is setting lowly to the ground
Such a golden sun above thee
When the rain is not upon thee
And the emerald glint abounds thee
And the colors dost astound thee
Can you see them through the bloodbath?
Can you see them through the tears your people shed?
And the wrath of God now smolders
And the weight's upon your shoulders
And the weight is never ending 'till you're stopping all the killing
Don't you see?

EARLY MORNING HOURS (S) (1976)

In the early morning hours,
When the dew is on the flowers
I can see
The day is near

And I can hear the church bells ringing
I can hear the birds are singing
Yes I hear
And it is real

And the splendor of the mountains
Through the glittering, splashing fountains
Are the thing that stops my breath
And make me weep

And the times that I spent roaming
Were a bright and shining omen
O'er the sea
Oh freedom be

And here I am still smiling
In the intricate asylum of society
Well I got to be

And the effluvium of excess
It is hidden at the behest of mentality
Of a low degree

And though it seems unstoppable
It is not yet improbable
That the man can have his cake and eat it too

And the times that he spent roaming
Were a bright and shining omen
O'er the sea
Oh freedom be

And I have fended off the dangers
From the friends and from the strangers
And the force is still inside me
And you know it only serves to guide me
Let me be
Only a day goes by you're free
Listen to me my friend you'll see
Listen to me

Listen to me my friend you'll see
Listen to me

And when the light it comes to guide me
I will not bow down and hide me,
no siree,
respectfully

And it is better to be humble
Than pontificate and bumble
Through the spree
Of the people tree

And like the Martlett of a legend
I am on my way to heaven
If I do not touch the ground
I'll make it home

And the times that we'll be roaming
Are a bright and shining omen
O'er the sea, Oh Lord, Lord freedom be

And I have fended off the dangers
From the friends and from the strangers
And the force is still inside me
And you know it only serves to guide me
Let me be
Listen to me my friend you're free
Listen to me my friend you'll see
Listen to me

The Wind Poem

Tis now the time of howling winds
that rush and flurry o'er the mount
of rumbling, thundering rainy nights
that crash and roll without a count

To pass away with dawning light
leave land and air with sun and clear
but remembering yet the turgid eve
the soul of Wagner I did hear

For just returned from chaos now
with pathos full out in it's flight
an attempt was made at freedoms door
and met the lock,.....embedded fright

and yet so near with mouths agape,
and struggling on to remain intact
tha blast of sound and recorded light
found it hard to grasp the fact

But even then the thing was done
while peaceful was the path behind
the power was replenished soon
while those who were.....remained unkind

To another place with psuedo thoughts
a place devoid of any fauna
to listen to utterings and structured tales
and to brush the cheek of a black madonna

Then away to dreams, and a wish to leave
the two were close when a wish came near,
a wandering creative force in quiet,
with hunger stayed, and a desire to hear

From rolling hills and aqueducts
to serpent curves and fallen leaves
back to slow intensely being,
and to one who's honest among the thieves

'Tis now the time of howling wind
of clear and steady freezing night
with stars above and across the bay
unwavering send their icy bright

Through misty glass with candles warmth
returned am I from evils feet
and moon pervades the windy gale
and Bach rings out,.........he's yet complete.