VALLEY FOG

Travelling north
my TR3 talking to me
with its low hypnotic growl
Riding the sound
Rolling into Bakersfield
on 99
Clear cold
January morning
Engine heat
warming my thighs
Claudia on my mind
Humming
Shall We Gather at the River

I was
Already honking
in her driveway
Seeing her framed
in the light of the open door
Holding her
still unbalanced
from extracting myself
Kissing her
Her dog Bruno
patiently eagerly waiting
to carry my trumpet case
carefully in his big jaws
The aroma of
Swedish meatballs

Overpass
The highway dipped
then climbed
into
Blind terror
A white wall
A white shroud
Like unexpected death

WEAK

I’m miserably weak

Can’t handle it all

Can’t see, can’t think

I’m destined to fall

I’m not me at all

I’m spinning so fast

My balance is going

Equilibrium won’t last

Please help me out

Make it stop if you can

Kiss me my love

Make me a man

Alex

PLEASE HELP ME LORD JESUS

please help me lord jesus

i want to obey

the rules you created

i need you today

how heavy my cross

how steep calvary’s  climb

golgotha is calling

could it be it’s my time

i can hardly sustain

my pain and my strife

please help me lord jesus

make sense of my life

i just want to be free

to serve you better

cause i need to beat satan

before i finish this letter

Alex

CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT

There are lots of things in this world

That I can plainly live without,

Things like pain and sorrow

Or hate and fear and doubt.

I can do without commercialism

During the “Holiday Season”

When everyone’s running hither and yon

Without their sense of reason.

I can do without country music

That’s clearly too depressing

With the IQ’s of a two year old

They’re certainly not impressing.

Heavy Metal Death Music

I can easily live without that.

It sounds to me a lot more

Like someone’s strangling a cat!

Polka, Salsa, and Disco,

They’re too boring to be hap.

Last and definitely least of all

This hideous thing called rap.

I can do without the politics

Of presidents and kings

Who make reasons to make wars

Which in make other ghastly things!

I can live without degradation

And jealousy and pride.

I can live without the secrets

In our lives we try to hide.

I can live without abuse

From my father or my mother.

I can live without the things that keep us

From helping our sisters and brothers.

But I cannot live without love

Not even for one minute!

Without a love to share the world

I’d rather not be in it.

Michael

Politics (scary)

Zig zag

I’m waving my big flag

Mish mash

I’m raking in the cash

Pooh pooh

I tell you what to do

Run run

I’m bringing out the gun

Cry cry

Somebody will die

Danger danger

Here comes another stranger

Clip clop

We have to stay on top

More! More!

Time for a war

James B. Mielke

boneyardhound@hotmail.com 

Gospel song for Agnostics

Heard a man talk and he was lying

Another man tried to tell the truth

No man knows what he’s talking about, just leave me out of the loop.

If you want to teach me your science

If you want to show me The Plan

Don’t preach to me ‘bout superstition, or the ignorant workings of Man

Ain’t no Savior on the mountain

Ain’t no Savior on the plain

Ain’t no Savior in this whole wide world, but we all get to heaven just the same

James B. Mielke

boneyardhound@hotmail.com 

Today is the Day

Today is the day for the tricks and play
Don't know what to say
Demons to slay
Save the day or date
Left to fate a devil or saint

Hey Riders and Sliders
Burgers and bums
Just watch you might lose
Keep track of your shoes
Hold up the undies honey
Don't worry we know it
So don't show it

Run Run Run
Stamp Stamp Stamp
Sing in the rain
To drive out the pain
Don't worry
We're all insane

Kathleen Kelley
October 31, 2012

Lonely

Lonely

Spent the day with Lonely again;

Lonely thinks she’s my best friend.

I guess sometimes she’s not so bad—

I know at times she’s all I had.

Lonely reminds me that I am alive,

a person with faults and feelings inside.

She asks me the questions I can’t ask myself;

She pulls out the memories I’ve set on life’s shelf.

Lonely says she’s good for me—

with her by my side, I know that I’m free.

But her company rarely ever feels right,

not once has she kept me warm at night.

Lonely’s been known to make me cry—

she never would spare my feelings with lies.

Lonely believes she’s the best thing I’ve got.

I guess that’s why she shows up a lot.

Lately it seems she’s always around.

Why bother hiding? I know I’ll be found.

And so we just sit here, Lonely and me,

discussing the past and what’s yet to be.

Lonely is sure our friendship will grow

if I can just learn to be on my own.

Sheena Jessee

Virst Ferses

Virst Ferses

aka Whiskey Wagon Woman

             A wagon load of women wet and wild

             Met a wagon load of whiskey, strong, not mild

             They rolled up to the mountains to a meadow in the sky

             To my little homey cabin, they came to get me high

             We danced around my parlor, we partied on my bed

             When I tried to love one she said ‘let’s drink!’ instead

             With a bottle for a boyfriend and whiskey on her mind

             My whiskey wagon woman was doing me unkind

Oh dear, we don't want no visitors

 by Michael Long

Oh dear, we don't want no visitors
Let not your windows shed light
No Lord we don't need no business
From Things that Go Bump in the Night

No dear, we don't want inquisitors
Or Things that fill us with fright
No Lord we don't need no visits
From Things that Go Bump in the Night

Another Song for My Wife

Another Song for My Wife

Far away from the trouble

The evil and the pain

Safe from the rubble

And the barriers that remain

Somewhere in the country

Where beauty's never vain

Deep by the aisles of corn

That never seem to end

Lives a maiden named Krestine

And she's my best friend

Outside the urban walls

Where evil is unseen

Away from city hall

And the cold bureaucracy

Deep in the fertile forest

Free from the creative blockades

Talking as a woman does

When love is not a masquerade

A young woman named Krestine

Is not about to break

This movie is overrated

And everybody's tense

My neighbor's ego is inflated

And the air between us, dense

Half the world's intimidated

The others take offense

Every deal is validated

At somebody else's expense

My lovely wife named Krestine

Thinks she's the one who's blessed

Alex Rizo Patron

A Man is Still King in His Own Castle

A Man is Still King in His Own Castle

I'm not concerned with empty rooms

I measure my life by the sun and moon

A man is still king in his own castle

People leave and people change

And some people become deranged

A man is still king in his own castle

I don't blame you at all

Even celestial creatures fall

A man is still king in his own castle

It was I who broke the law

A victim of my greed and flaws

A man is still king in his own castle

Though the house is up for sale

I wish to stay under your spell

A man is still king in his own castle

You have the right to feel uptight

But let's make this a memorable night

A man is still king in his own castle

Alex Rizo Patron