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The People Know, It’s Winter In America and I’m Looking for Some Rain   Leave a comment

ct-gil-scott-heron01-art-blogGill Scott-Heron — Grunge Art by kenne

Gil Scott-Heron was a soul and jazz poet, musician, and author known as one of the most important progenitors of rap music,  aggressive, no-nonsense street poetry that inspired a legion of intelligent rappers. He has been called ‘the black Bob Dylan.’

WINTER IN AMERICA

From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain

Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can’t stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America

The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it’s hoping
Hoping for some rain

And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
It’s winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It’s winter, Lord knows
It’s winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save

— Gill Scott-Heron

If you are interested in some great music, damn good poetry and a little history of this nation, check out the video — it’s all about holding on to your dreams.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2017!   3 comments

tucson-sunset-blog Image by kenne

On this New Year’s day, taking notes from D. H. Lawrence.’s Fantasia of the Unconscious, I penned the following, with apologies to Lawrence:

New Year’s day,
Sunday at home

a light winter rain
refreshes the desert,

I ponder my mind,
psyche and soul,

whose trinity form
the powers of my

whole being
together speaking

in one voice, which
I can never deny.

When at last,
in all life’s storms,

my whole self speaks,
only to pause,

collecting itself into
pure silence and isolation –

perhaps after much pain,
the mind suspends

its knowledge, and waits.
It is then the psyche becomes

strangely still,
and after a pause,

there is a fresh beginning,
a new life adjustment

pushing a deep sigh
through every pore

fading into a mist —
a sense of mystery.

— kenne

Granite Angles   4 comments

Zion (1 of 1)-30 blog“Granite Angles” Zion National Park (May 20, 2015) — Image by kenne

The Granite Angles

of elevation and depression
looking up from my window

adorned by trees. A bird’s
song lost in its echo’s

I cannot scale. Lines of age
sketch your face. Tall trees

strike me as bonsais
taking root in your

weathered surface. Smooth
now, your peaks

penetrate the sky
and your cloud halo.

Your shadows dissolve
in a sigh of relief

bringing peace
to earth’s soul.

— kenne

I Stare At Shadows   5 comments

Romero Pools“I Stare At Shadows” — Image by kenne

I stare at shadows,

looking for answers

in deep caverns

of my soul,

only to see them

blurred by others

as water 

in the stream

of life

rushes by.

— kenne

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