The little bowl

The little bowl is something for little people with little goals to look at a little ball roll
celebrity sports is too demanding
watching massive advertisement of brainwashing is expensive and time consuming

ecological collapse and financial disaster is looming
in the epitome of little bowl watching is a big bowl of consuming

count me out
and I don’t want to put words in your mouth
but you might be better off out and about

Think of it, everyone is on the couch at their house for a nice sit,
drinking till their doused wet with the little bit of wit that is left
itty bitty brains jostled out of a frame
where fans scream for an advantage
As a name in the game’s blame is -BRAIN DAMAGE

This little event should not be a reason that friends meet together for supper
I can think of a million other possibilities that could be better
It is unfortunate, but my society could be revolutionary, simply by turning off the lit TV
With a little bit of disconnect one can see the frequency
What if the Washington Redskins where the Blackskins or the Whities?

Fans of these teams know every statistic and roster?
But not even one of their own state Senators.

So, next time you are mad at the Congress,
think back to the last time you made them stress.

Lets make a little bowl of watching CSPAN of their mess
Most of the rest of the world would love to posses this democratic process.
This year don’t be like the rest,
forget to watch the little bowl,
and little by little our roles can change to pull other people out of holes of imaginary gains.

If I had a hammer- for Mr. Pete Seeger

If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening
all over this land

I’d hammer out danger
I’d hammer out a warning
I’d hammer out love between,
My brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

If I had a bell,
I’d ring it in the morning.
I’d ring it in the evening,
All over this land,
I’d ring out danger
I’d ring out a warning,
I’d ring out love between,
My brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

If I had a song,
I’d sing it in the morning,
I’d sing it in the evening,
I’d sing out danger
I’d sing out a warning
I’d sing out love between
my brothers and my sisters
all over this land

Well, I’ve got a hammer
and I’ve got a bell
and I’ve got a song to sing
all over this land
It’s the hammer of justice
It’s the bell of freedom
It’s a song about love between
my brothers and my sisters
all over this land

It’s the hammer of justice
It’s the bell of freedom
It’s a song about love between
my brothers and my sisters
All over this la-a-and.

-R.I.P. Pete Seeger

Cleaning up

In 2014 the Palace of Rhymes comes clean
It has been high on a familiar dream
for far too long

No longer are recreational drugs
used to keep us strong as Persian rugs

No longer smoking cigarettes,
has been the most difficult accomplishment yet.

No longer smoking marijuana
as of now, we have found something with a much more profound stamina

in and out of a higher power
written by a purpose greater than desire
when is it time to light a fire?
when one hungers or is cold from the winter?

Abstaining from alterations
to stay younger with more patience

The trip takes too long to get back
so we slip into book cracks
to better understand how the letters will react
Even without the juice there is use to making pacts
exact as the proof in the pudding tastes when lips smack

Cleaning up gets easier when leisure no longer looks like a trap

“Self control is a master”
perhaps  after a few laps
these Chaps will find authors for more chapters
more listeners
more participators for the here and after

To live longer
was all done
for the joys and pains
of seeing/hearing
more tears and laughter
of our future son’s and daughter’s

this life has begun
and cleaning up is objective number 1.


There’s a Jungle out there
There are other worlds, but don’t be scared
There’s a struggle with quiet packed buses and trains of stares
there are cities with no air, and skies you can’t see

There are jungles out there
where, the question is always to be free-
not happy
Where certain foods are a luxury
like fruit, rice, and eating meat daily
look for God in the faces of your family

Tombs for the poets, statues for their poetry
love your enemy as a good friend told me
,but “Mr. John Tabrizi it is not that easy”
The Palace of Rhymes for Palestine
has noted Ariel Sharon’s crimes
and with his death
do we let, truth settle into the depths?

There are jungles treks out there,
proof the hemispheres have not yet been conquered from fear
over here, on the other side
underground or on the top, when the sun shines we stop

Lessons from your pops got a backing story plot
My grandfathers’s fabric shop
in a Bazaar so big it cannot be topped
Some Jungle’s have their own clocks

Whether the year is 1392 or 2014
it looks like a good time
to clean the gears of dreaming machines
To mind,
aiming to sign tears from smiling binds
is an infinitely opening mechanism of method to uncover

The hard work pressed by these maintenance workers
as neurotransmitters, is almost to the level
of troubled children social case earners
The Jungles are getting larger not smaller
Who cares if we all prosper?
Too many pens and not enough authors?
Arriving with answers is to leave with even bigger questions

The unknown Jungle’s will continue to beckon.