Wednesday, November 5, 1975

Prayer for Death

11/05/75
Tears well up
and spill from my eyes,
From too many lows
and too few highs.
Until I find myself
with a jolt of surprise.
Envying every
man who dies.
God, where are you?
Are you still there?
What makes my life
always seem so bare?
Please don't let me
live and cry,
If nothing else
please let me die.

Thursday, April 3, 1975

Eat Me

Jim's will by Jim & Rhoda
Eat me, eat me.
yea, you're gonna eat me
Though I'm dead
life ain't gonna beat me,
Cuz when I die
I'm gonna get my rocks
being sold in hamburgers
at Jack in the Box.
And after I've rested
on my vulture feather pillow
I want a moseleum built
Shaped like an armadillo,
Too hold all of
my hamburger wrappings,
Well deserved
after all life's ass chappings.
Smoke me, smoke me,
Yea, you're gonna smoke me,
Though I can't toke you
you're gonna toke me.
Cuz when I die
I want my lungs
cut up and sold,
To be smoked by freaks
czarefully rolled,
So they can get high
off of what I've done,
So maybe they, too,
can touch the sun.
That's my last testament,
Yea, my last will
To make me one mother------
You won't wanna kill.

Wednesday, April 2, 1975

Maranatha


1977
As time goes by I find each day
                That the urge to cry just won't go away.  
Tired of living in a timeless daze.          
Where it's no use giving
and nothing pays,
The people gather
in a cirle and cry,
"God, send us a miracle
or let us die!"
As their roaring voices
cresdendo to a peak,
A hush falls;
a gentle voice
is heard to speak.
"My people come to me
and take my hand,
and let us flee
this terror land.
Gaze into my eyes
that you know so well,
And surrender yourself
to my powerful spell.
I will give you riches
and laughtr galore,
Do you know anyone
who can offer you more?"
A cheer rises as the people
gather at his feet,
But then a second
hush falls
Another voice
begins to speak.
"You who wish to lead
these people away,
First let them hear
what I have to say.
For I am the Mesiah,
the only true king,
And love and light
are the gifts I bring."
A murmer of confusion
spreads through the crowd
And the first voice speaks
and says,
I hope you're proud!
Look how you've
confused them!
Abusingly so!
Why not let them
be happy and go?"
And he raises his arms
for silence with power
and riches fall
around the people
in a shower.
Jewels in her hand
a woman faces the "king"
and in a taunting voice
begins to sing,
"What have you got
to show us, Dear Sir?
Are you responsible
for our life
as it were?
I've starved so much
I don't know how to eat
with no place to even
rest my tired feet .
And here I have riches!
Right in my hand!
Show me more!
If you are King
you can."
All around her people
are echoing her speach,
All the while grabbing
all the riches
they can reach.
The love lord looks up
with the power in his eyes,
Silence again falls
as he painfully cries,
For the souls to be lost
in a moment's time,
By their own foolish choice
To be left behind.
"What I have to offer
is too great to be seen,
unless your soul is pure
and your mind is clean.
I am the power
to which you should turn
All who hear my voice
should listen and learn.
Belief in me
must be based on faith,
Judge my every word
for depth and weight.
With love my friends
you'd never have wanted
Shadows and darkness
would never have taunted.
You need never have suffered
had you loved one another
You'd never have starved
If you'd shared
with one another.
Come to me
and I will show you love,
A life full of peace
in Heaven above."
Half the people rushed him
with grateful tears,
All carrying their Bibles
not opened for years.
While the other half
turned him away,
Not even caring
what he had to say.
They could see
the riches fallen all around,
To them this "love"
was just a sound.
So divided the people
followed their choice,
No obhections left;
no doubts to voice.
Tired of years
of sadness and grief,
They walked away
with a sigh of relief.
A single figure walks
down the empty street,
With no one to recognize
His scarred hands and feet.
No one to hear
the trumpets sound,
See the eagles fly
or the light rebound.
And Jesus cries out
completely frustrated,
"My precious children!
If only you'd waited."
I and many others don't think I will ever top Maranatha which means I already peaked at 17!
What a follow up the next one is!!!

Tuesday, April 1, 1975

Yellow Fellow

1975 listening to a drunk pee
Flowing and flowing
I'm flowing away
My God! That beer
can sure make you pay!
I grow weak
as I see myself in yellow,
Liquidated
I'm not a handsome fellow.
As the sound of the flow
pounds in my ears
Death by drowning
is the worst of my fears.
I can see the headlines
of tomorrow's day,
"The poor drunk fool
just pissed his life away!"

Sunday, March 23, 1975

The Musucian

1975
He leaves for work
early each day,
While the guitar cries
and wants to play.
But he kisses it good bye
saying,What can I say?
I'd love to play
but gotta earn my pay."
While his hands
hammer and nail
and terrible things,
In his mind and heart
they caress six strings.
Their reunion is touching
as they tunefully embrace,
The guitar sings
and never cries
in its favorite place,
Resting across his
workworn knees.
Indeed no lovers
Could be quite like these.

Thursday, February 20, 1975

no title

????
Blood drips and drips
and drips
And the devil sits
and samples
the drips
Delicately touching
the tips
of his fingers
To his lips...

Saturday, February 1, 1975

Sun Child

1975
Someone who carries the beauty of the world,
Within their soul peacefully curled,
Amidst the hate and sorrow today,
So rare I could kneel and reverently pray.
I'd like to surround them with flowers and sun,
A summer's breeze and laughter and fun,
To protect their soul more sensitive than mine,
I'm just a sinner scarred by time.
Sometimes I meet someone good to the core,
Who makes me want to know more and more,
From evey angle every inch of their mind,
And I run through my veins the beauty I find.
And as a rushing chill touches my skin,
I know I have touched the soul within.

Friday, January 10, 1975

Last Wish

1975

If by some power

beyond my mind's reach,

I were to lose the gift of speech,

And I had one word to say

before silence took claim,

My only wish

is to whisper your name.

And if someday

like a thief in the night,

I was crept upon

and robbed of my sight,

And I had one minute to see

by God's good grace,

I'd spend it gazing

at your beautiful face.

And if one day

before my death,

I were to learn

I'd soon be deaf,

If the good Lord

gave me a choice,

I'd spend my time

hearing only your voice.

If I were to lose

the feel of touch on my skin,

I'd thank God I could still

touch souls within,

But if I had

an extra minute of time,

I'd spend it feeling

your lips on mine.

When I die

and leave you & your charms,

My only wish

is to die in your arms.

Wednesday, January 1, 1975

The Bitch

1975 Rhoda meets Jim

He wakes with a roar

and before you're warned,

He beats down your door,

Yea, shit over warmed.

Ask him anything

and "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"

is the song he'll sing,

like only he can.

He'll bitch about life,

He'll bitch about death,

No cares for other's strife,

if he has a bitching breath.

"Do me a favor, Jim"

Hell, don't waste your time,

He'll say "Hell NO!"

not maybe,

"Your troubles are not mine."

Well yea, Mr. Cooper,

You've got a mean mouth,

But ya ain't got a clean swoop,

Cuz ya ain't the worst in the south.

Bitch at me Babe,

and I'll bitch right back,

Soon will come the day

When I'm gonna knock you flat.

But for now I'm mild

Sweet as fresh grass,

And until I go wild,

Just kiss my ass!!

Unbelievable I would go on to marry this guy not once but twice!

The Bitch

1975 Rhoda meets Jim

He wakes with a roar

and before you're warned,

He beats down your door,

Yea, shit over warmed.

Ask him anything

and "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"

is the song he'll sing,

like only he can.

He'll bitch about life,

He'll bitch about death,

No cares for other's strife,

if he has a bitching breath.

"Do me a favor, Jim"

Hell, don't waste your time,

He'll say "Hell NO!"

not maybe,

"Your troubles are not mine."

Well yea, Mr. Cooper,

You've got a mean mouth,

But ya ain't got a clean swoop,

Cuz ya ain't the worst in the south.

Bitch at me Babe,

and I'll bitch right back,

Soon will come the day

When I'm gonna knock you flat.

But for now I'm mild

Sweet as fresh grass,

And until I go wild,

Just kiss my ass!!

Unbelievable I would go on to marry this guy not once but twice!