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

Hidden Beneath Starlight

sleep should come sweetly to the brow unbridled... Mainly the days blur into a asphalt grey... Images now distant; more distant than the past... Their ravenous darting begin at wake... When the brain has no higher thought than abandon... To a dream, only just crawled upon... Curling under comforters... In dread of morning's crow...

The Girl Above the Tunnel

You might call me a dog
Throw me from the speeding cab
Shout my name during a democratic riot
Imply misconducted deeds to the local authorities
Tie my ankles & wrist to the headboard of the bed
Light a 4 alarm fire comprimising my security deposit
With the landlord, Mr Ted
I'd have to forgive you
Don't you know it true?
Everyone I'd pass; I'd tell 'em
She's not you

Say I'd swim to Hong Kong
rocket over to Budapest
Ride a mythical creature to the Moon
I'd think I'd not swoon
This refrain I'd still croon
She's not you

So proudly I'll stand
With your buttermilk skin in my hand
Replaying your Frankenstien Transzylvania historic
As you try to rope me into your 12 step group
Swinging in the palm trees; playing in the fog
Though I may sound like a frog
Still would I croon
Nothing to worry, my dear
Underdog's not here
I will be your spoon, & still
I'll state it very confidentially
As would the loupe to the jewel
She's not you

pmpope 2012

Intra Due - {Libro de Esperanza - pmpope 2008}

Not one composed of one atom
or hunger
do desire two feasts
exactly mirrored
in deliciousness & delicacy
as a multiplex of paradise
where each mullion glorifies
redundancy
leaves
starving in a marbled coma
while peeking through venetian
blinds
always with this
hope
an angel descends
this airshaft
on morning's first
morsel of light
Intra due brame
o
Intra due dame
igualmente
temendo

No Small Wonder

> Here's the sun of another day // Here's no small matter // Ringing chords of celestial machinery // Flying solo on coffee jazz // we make our decisions based on all data // available, to us, at a particular point along the timeline // the pain of teeth, approach of death, onslaught of romance // all finger their strings // producing such individual melodies // tossed into the soup of life //

> Here's a blue background of singing, winged messengers // Here's a gray canvas of imminent solar flares // licking skyscrapers, amusement park roller coasters, transmission towers @ the top of the top... On the pinnacle of the apex... of the highest & holiest mountain ever grafted... Into the contour of this: Terra Firma amriF arreT //

> Tomorrow will be another day // More strange & unique // than its' predessors could dare lay claim // Hopefully // it will afford you & i to love, love, love one another // until time's refusal to move // or light refuses to shine ~

Perfection is Attainable

Don't give up or in 
to the voices backhanding - 'no.'
Release anything which could ever hold you back
a wave trapped in the jetty
still offers aquatic contemplation
a star plummeted to Earth
Leaves a wonderful mark

Reaching for love; You're bound to fall
into a basket or a casket
with a biscuit or a gasket
falling turns to flying
if the timing-chain's adjusted right

Not necessary to be too bright
to step from the darkness; into the light
after you've broken every last rule
and finally flip the switch
On the perfection
Inside you