Electrons of Mertain Magnificent Magnitudes

Jumping ump in the dump of waters
Barely liquid by my reckoning
There's no chance past this pastel
No othing to give to the glib
Scratch of thatch tache
Coming back to hang signatory
There has to be another life
There should be something to let go
Things are growing
The outcome readies itself
Positive

Playing Love for Death

If it were more difficult to cultivate
Perhaps no one would elect to succumb
The bottle of wine & full blown moon
On a honey sweet late spring eve
Would be all that is known

Greed is insidious in longing
Lust is a miscarriage of longing
Pride & fear go along, arm-in-arm
Toward belonging

Tramping through the USA
One may find many a goodly thing
To spend your dime
To waste your time
And hang your bloated tongue
As a Proprietor's shingle
In proitious times of repose & recline
At the bottom of a sewage ditch
While your sleeping like a baby

That there'd come along one
Who'd hamstring the system
To hand it over
As you would a ham sandwich
To the bully of the playground
(Who in reality is a Halloween facist)
Though politically correct in the daylight
And 24/7 on cable news networks
Remains unsettling, to say the least

Corruption has come to orchestrate
Definition and decorum of intellectual freedom
If you'd like to think you could effect the change
Best pull up your plutonium panties
& put on a kettle of Zarnig tea

Love flies out the window
When too many brainwaves enter the room
Love is only for animals
Without political agendas

If you'd like a car, a job, a house, ad nauseam...
Put your mind to work
In the direction of man made devices
For anything else...
Fasten your seatbelts
'Please, hold on.'
(As the voice on the MUNI line)
It's bound to be
A bumpy ride.

PMPope pmpope@gmail.com 2012

Alone in the sound booth {working out lyrics of Love}

It'd be different if I'd never gotten

what I'd said I wanted

but, dry spells are dry spells

there's no two ways around that corner.

I'm not a Hungarian guy who'll go home with… whatever

as the night turns into day

I know that you'd say

I may be cutting myself off at the knees

maybe it'd be best to return to my once conquered lands

like a muslim sneaking through the eurozone

HEY! HEY!

Why should it be so difficult?

what's the diff?

As long as you knock it out of the park

before you kickoff the planet

for the final encore

the grand finale

something you need

Something akin to the statement:

veni, vedi, vici 

Ad libitum

simply & succinctly stated

Play it by ear & let the chips fall

where they may 

pmpope 2012