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Subject: Dead Carp and Infinite Moons

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 02:09:05 01/15/08 Tue

Dead Carp and Infinite Moons

This way that is just and true
past the E train entrance to hell
on the flip-side of some pregnant emotion
where the sidewinders grin with a paper bag in hand
out past the tressle down the river until it bends
where the dead carp get trapped on the soft bank
and further still into the bad dream of this reality
this Passaic that forsakes the grand illusions
of an aging factory worker talking about Baties
long before technology took over
when the drunk husbands came home
and ruled their small and fragile homes
by force, out of anger, drawn from the
pain of their own lives

It's such a fallacy they sell us
life is life, then and now
it is what you live
not what you say you lived
somewhere down the line

I heard the glass break
the screams of my Mother
the pain jumped from my chest
and then thundered back in
so deep its place is now committed
to disturb me when things seem too right........and
even in the brightest moments of my aging life
I have not lost hope for you, for me, for
the child punk at the next table
who is fighting for some bad attention
later in some prison cage
crying "Jesus what went wrong"

I am not some hip-swinger
some small fragment of your imagination
you are not the divine coming of my dreams
we are all a product of our own conclusions
I will not become a cynic
I am still in need of great knowledge
my deductions are not based on satisfaction
they float unattended like carbon particles
from a camp fire sailing to their destiny
given to the wind before they can
crash and die

on some higher plane I stand tall
when the wind allows
when the timing is just right
when my guitar steps it up a notch
when my fingers forget they need to be steered
when the keyboard fires up to some higher gear
when the energy of the ages pases through them
like some freight train headed fast downhill
until the tracks begin to rise and gravity takes over
then once again it fights the mountain
for a single chance to say, "I am alive"

Further on, each of us in some changed tomorrow
will bury all we can that's wrong about our pasts
so that we may find a way to a better day
so that we may make our children smile
so that we may avoid our frail trespasses
and in the agony of knowing that we
have not reached all of our greatest dreams
may we accept our fate as fragile and ever changing
it is something more and less of what we are
then in the catacombs of silence
may we somehow understand
the power of sweet peace
as we bend to lend a hand
to some desperate stranger
on some cold and dusty street
all in the name of Karma
and the strange energy
that speaks silently amongst us
telling us who we should and
should not trust

I can speak to you in metaphors
but I have seen behind the sun
for it is spinning and eventually
exposes every part of its own fire
so knowing there is darkness
is to know that there is light
enough to reflect off of a thousand
undiscovered moons that hang
suspended in the infinity of space
and yet we trap ourselves
in these chains, crying out
for some sweet salvation
instead of celebrating the simple
and greatest fact of all

WE ARE ALIVE
WE ARE ALIVE
WE ARE ALIVE

ajs

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