What happened to the consciousness?
What happened to the happiness?
That made you ever want to possess
This life for which to caress

What happened to the love filled day?
From which you ever thought to stray
Whatever can you think to say?
Of why you ever went away

It all is like an endless dream
It’s like a reckless water stream
That makes for all of it to seem
One must laugh or cry or scream

Whenever will you find out why?
Why you ever laugh or cry?
Why you ever live or die?
Why you only wonder and sigh?


Lying awake at night
Considering all that teaches me
Until the morning light
Of each day born bright
Reaches and beseeches me


The trivia of gossip
Fades in the moonlit night
Thoughts born of apathy
Too dark to see the light
Two young boys dashing by
Run hard to see the fight
A woman does cry her son may die
Unless his wound heals right
A billion tears for a million years
So continues the human plight

On reflection from depressing days
When for humanity felt contrite
Away from the earth I shift my gaze
Amazed by the vast starlight
That reaches to dance upon the sea
With a message plainly is sight:
Be not concerned with earthly cares
Except those that bring delight
Transcend the sadness of mankind
And let your soul take flight


I gaze down below
At a street of despair
Down through the window
As I am standing there

I see before me
Three cops on the street
And one old lady
Being pulled off her feet

As the woman was screaming
Away the squad car flew
While the woman was asking
What the hell did I do?

Onlookers gathered near
As one to another said
I suppose there’s nothing to fear
And each went home to bed


A wealthy man is pained to find
His cooks have burned his meat
Tums and thinks he’s been too kind
To the peasants burning his street

“You have no right to light a torch”
He screams at them in vain
Then sits back on his golden porch
And ponders all of his pain

A pauper from the distance sees
As his empty stomach chums
Sniffing at the fragrant breeze
As hunger in his stomach bums

For in the realm of men and kings
Where pavement clears away the trees
Some who are owners of many things
Through life are warm as others freeze


Think hard to find if I am understood
In telling the tale of bad and good
If badly you are possessed to disagree
Have faith in goodness and let it be

Bad is the sound of defeated men, crying
In a coma of self pity, slowly dying
Good is awaking to common survival
Conducting a universal love revival


… and so here I am
What have you done to me?
I gave you a garden land
And all of it for free

I asked for in return
But one small thing
To love me and to learn
To rejoice and to sing

Instead of that you chose
To play a foolish game
And into my garden arose
To put it all to shame

Heeding every vice
At greed’s insistence
You did put a price
Upon my existence

If ever you could sell
All you do possess
Whatever would you tell
To buy forgiveness?

Whatever will you say
At this day’s end
To ever let you play
In my garden again?


One traveled high
The other low
Each told why
He had to go

One said fortune
The other said peace
Each with proportions
Yearning to increase

Fortune reproduced
As peace had to run
Away from a noose
A bomb and a gun

Fortune denied
To look ahead
Peace then died
’til fortune was dead