THE SPECTATOR

Some of us do not care
For a diamond or shiny pearl
No one stone could be so rare
As gazing upon this world

What role were you cast to play
Upon this stage called earth?
Exactly how much would you say
The part you play is worth?

Can you play the businessman
Acting in scenes of war?
Can you play the fisherman
Selling his fresh albacore?

Can you play the workingman
Bowing as royalty passes
Or play the parasite ruling man
Thriving on workers’ taxes?

Can you play a rich man in jail
Buying his freedom with gold
Or play the judge who sets the bail
As though life can be sold?

Can you play the owner of land
Who sells lots by the shore?
Can you make cement from sand
To build the jewelry store?

Do you wear a military coat
Or wear hats and jewelry?
Do you stand in line to vote
Then wait for the decree?

Are you nicely uniformed
In costume for your role?
Do you still feel so adorned
Backstage inside your soul?

Part of the play is a comedy
With laughter in the wings
The rest is all a tragedy
With chains, pains and kings

Can your lines me memorized
To make your performance good?
Can real tears fall from your eyes
If following the script they would?

Schools all teach the history
Of what mankind has done
Passing the bloody legacy
Each father to his son

Lessons are learned quite well
To teach men how to compete
Claiming things to buy and sell
To work and to lay concrete

See the lawyer and the clerk
The potter and the priest
Placing all value in their work
They soon will be deceased

Governments and kings all say
Their laws are in the right
Soon the earth will fade away
Its laws removed from sight

The curtain finally will fall
When the play does end
Soon after the curtain call
The play will begin again

Shakespeare said the world’s a stage
And we are all just players
But some of us don’t like the wage
And so are just spectators

TALE OF THE PASSERBY

My parents came from the valley
From beyond the distant hills
That is all they ever told me
With questions, my mind did fill

Born and raised on an isolated beach
I knew of no worries or woes
When idle pondering did finally reach
The question of how the wind blows

I asked my parents if they knew
And my father handed me a knife
He said the cities might hold a clue
For answering questions about life

He said the wind has always blown
He did not know how or why
Such knowledge to him was never shown
The thought only makes him sigh

He gave me strange clothing in which to dress
He had kept them stored away a long time
Then he did pray for my soul to be blessed
Using strange words like law and crime

“Millions of people abide in each city
And live until they die together
Surely you will learn words like pity
For I doubt it has gotten any better”

I said “Tell me father, if you will
Where can these cities be found?”
He said “Go and climb over the hill
And you will see them all around”

I put on the clothes my father gave me
To cover up my body from sight
He said wearing them would save me
Where nudity is not thought right

Taking the knife, its use still unknown
I set out to find the rest of mankind
Without whose culture I had grown
And whose culture I was soon to find

The first sight came from the top of the hill
And my mind was stunned in awe
Ignorance did make my thoughts stand still
I was astounded by all that I saw

Monsters I later learned were machines
Roared curses into the skies
I witnessed their part in many scenes
Where paved architecture lies

As darkness fell the city was lit
By street lamps and neon lights
For the first time my spine was hit
By chills from unknown frights

In mindless courage I crept up near
To peer at the wondrous sight
And bent my ear in wonder to hear
A siren that wailed in the night

The people hurried through the street
Silenced by the monster sounds
Never stopping for another to meet
Though others were all around

At first I thought they were in a race
Like running with father on the shore
Weariness showed in many a face
Like they barely could run anymore

Hurrying so fast, they must miss a lot
Limited to the degree that they see
Without knowing what they have got
And despite their money, it is free

Awestruck at the edge of the town
I was fearful to walk through
Afraid of what was seen all around
But curious for a closer view

Deciding to chance a walk on the street
I came barefoot from the sand
Bruising my feet on the hard concrete
And I could not understand

What substance is this that replaces sand?
Where one cannot walk or lay
Who claimed the right to kill this land?
What do all the rest have to say?

Suddenly appeared a truck, then a car
Rolling on rubber, down the concrete
I wondered if this road went very far
What demons have built the street?

Gaining the attention of a man walking by
I showed him of my bruise
He laughed and said that I should buy
A pair of walking shoes

I asked of the shoes he talked about
He said they were gotten at the store
The site of the store, I tried to find out
He pointed to a building’s door

I entered to be met by a man called clerk
Who said he would help if he could
I told him my feet on the street hardly work
He explained that with shoes they would

So I learned to walk in leather shoes
But shortly I was arrested for theft
Not knowing money or about its use
Without paying for the shoes, I left

I was taken by men in matching clothes
Who all acted and talked the same
I asked how long until one knows
How to play such a complex game

Nobody answered but with a frown
And not understanding, I smiled
Locking my hands, they took me down
And said charges would be filed

They took me to a building for a trial
I told them what had occurred
They said I had to go to jail for awhile
I left without saying a word

Unaware they had done me wrong
Until they locked me in a cell
And then it did not take very long
To judge it all to be a hell

The city had locks on almost every door
On windows and most every gate
With walls growing out of every floor
Seeming to divide and to separate

Invisible walls inside men’s minds ·
Made it difficult to communicate
Love was stifled and hard to find
Replaced by fanned flames of hate

I watched as human beings walked
Each going in a different way
I listened as human beings talked
All different in what they say

Many seemed as though to complain
According to words they would tell
It seemed as though they were in pain
Yet their bodies appeared quite well

Born to live on the wild seashore
In a Garden of Eden type scene
I should not have looked for any more
After knowing what heaven does mean

Eagerly I hoped, awaiting my release
Time moved slowly, but finally did reach
I fled directly to the freedom and peace
Left so long ago on my father’s beach

I still do not know how the wind blows
But I am certain that it blows for me
And for every soul that rises and shows
We were meant, like the wind, to be free

TACQUITZ CANYON

It was a long hard climb
To seek heaven’s relief
To this hill so sublime
From the valley of grief

The police you see
Are playing a game
That won’t let you be
In a land you too claim

Their uniforms disguise
The devil’s tailoring
Forcing us to despise
What they are favoring

The lady she has said
She has yet to see a god
But it all is in her head
The hills have been robbed

So I left without will
Though I did not depart
For I walk with the hills
Deep in my heart

SUNSET MORNING

Sunset and the sky is gray
Airplane motors humming away
The freeway is an endless trail
Words are carried in the mail

Words can devour peace of mind
Appearing suddenly from behind
To haunt our vacant memories
In lurking shrouds of vagaries

Time will pass and I shall see
What tomorrow holds for me
Direction in my thoughts is lost
Until each destination is crossed

Waiting as the time does pass
Surely this life is not the last
Since the end we cannot see
We must be in eternity

Floating through infinity
Like a boat upon the sea
Clouds are moving in the sky
Unknown is the reason why

To look eternity in the face
To see infinity within a space
One must be more than a brain
More than flesh that drinks rain

Meanwhile I have some time to kill
Think I will watch the whippoorwill
Who does not worry to live in strife
But sings to make the best of life

SUICIDAL GREED

Strolling along casting shadows
On the shadows of the trees
Heat extracting moisture
Counteracted by cool breeze

Sunlight warms the dusty dirt
Hornets swarm the shaded eaves
Manufactured by civilized men
Who rake and burn the leaves

Smoke ascending up and away
Absorbed by the smoggy skies
Newborn bird tests its wings
But it falters as it flies

Young raccoon from wooded hills
On the highway its carcass lies
A crying sun looks upon
As a planet pitifully dies

Blades of grass straining to grow
Through cracks in sidewalk plains
Concrete streets continually spread
To block the soil from the rains

Distractions from the visible truth
Pollute and drown men’s brains
Governments flood mass media fears
To keep their subjects trained

Henry Ford cannot build a car
To take men to their souls
Hypnosis of material wealth
Destroys the minds it controls

To television and commercialism
Men’s intellects are sold
Measuring the value of life
By counting coins of gold

A lizard from a broken bush
Runs through scarce green weeds
In bold attempts the wind does blow
Scattering life with seeds

Striving for luxuriant survival
Escaping man’s degenerative deeds
With faith in the value of life
Despite our suicidal greed

PRISONERS

The voices of prisoners unheard
In prisons hidden from view
Locked away like a caged bird
By mere luck it is not you

The courtroom adjourned
We stepped to the street
With a lesson well learned
The state can’t be beat

We all have been fooled
To accept the repression
Our objections overruled
No choice but submission

We whimper and cower
And are forcibly taxed
To pay for their power
To give us the ax

We watch without shame
Blinded by what we see
It is the same old game
From throughout history

Come and see the Christians
Criminals against the state
Being fed to hungry lions
It soon may be your fate

PRINCE PACHUCA FROM PADUCAH

Plato was smart
He was a very learned man
Aristotle and Descartes
Knew all a learned man can

Shakespeare was wise
He had a way with a play
When it came to writing words
He knew just what to say

William Blake was a mystic
He sure knew how to rhyme
His poetry of visions
Will last throughout time

Buddha was the enlightened one
His teaching brought peace of mind
Held high in the minds of men
In history he is one of a kind

Jesus was the wisest
He had the most to give
He told us all to share the world
To forgive, live and let live

Jesus told men how to live
To make this world paradise
Even though he was ignored
Truly gave the wisest advice

Napoleon won great fame
As powerful and without fear
If somehow he returned today
Crowds would come out and cheer

Scholars by the thousands
Philosophers by the score
Masters of art and science
Honored geniuses of war

Many books about great heroes
Looked up to and admired
Daydreams of glamour and glory
Ways of thought and living inspired

Rimbaud, Joyce and Baudelaire
Finding questions in their youth
Poetry, prayers and philosophy
Streams of words in search of truth

Socrates, Homer and Hippocrates
All men of historical renown
From Buddha to Christ to Hubbard
None explains what is going down

Many men ponder the universe
Nearly all men ponder the sky
Yet nowhere has it been written
To explain just how or why

Never has a book been written
Not a song nor a poem or play
Telling the meaning of existence
Leaving nothing more to say

No conclusion reached
No final answer found
In all the words of men
In any language around

In all the writing and talking
With all the songs we sing
Words do not go far enough
To explain what is happening

Many questions are unanswered
Countless truths remain unseen
Word worlds of empirical facts
Create an invisible screen

If truth does remain elusive
For a lifetime, we never see
Our only recourse is the faith
Death may solve the mystery

Maybe a man is wasting time
To wonder about life is wrong
But we cannot help but ponder
How everything came along

Prince Pachuca from Paducah
He knows what is happening
It cannot be explained in words
So he smiles, says not a thing

He watches as the world goes by
Helping it to survive
Knowing his being is its own reward
He is happy to be alive

LITTER

Stuck in a maze of concrete
Who would ask for anything more?
The litter laws are so complete
To get busted for an apple core

HEAVEN

Overflowing clouds of rain
Cloudburst showers of human pain
Meanwhile someone tries to explain
What we as men must fear

We have only to fear ourselves
In dark minds where evil dwells
Amongst the thought fires of hell
A soul does glimpse a mirror

People will come, people will go
Cold and windy snow does blow
And few if any seem to know
The mind is just a veneer

One is here to pump gasoline
Another puts screws into a machine
Each wallows in his private scene
A universe calmly waits near

A criminal escaping on the run
Lives and dies at the point of a gun
Rots in a grave when he is done
At the end of an evil career

Red and green and yellow lights
Flashing in the don’t walk nights
Tourists come to see the sights
Vacationing every year

Forests bum in the concrete fire
Napalm’s dropped by a jet plane flier
Junkies shoot up to try and get higher
The stars shed not a tear

Gravity holds things on the ground
Princes and paupers can all be found
Walking, falling and hanging around
Sipping on whiskey and beer

Blood drips from a normal day
Preachers stand in Jesus’ way
Blue sky on the earth turns gray
Into a lost paradise we peer

History evaporates into thin air
Caesar begs Brutus for his life to spare
Combat chaplain says a patriotic prayer
As dreams of love disappear

Into the wind the butterflies fly
An infant watches as they fly by
Confused, he hears his mother cry
The butterfly god does not hear

Over a meadow a sparrow takes flight
An old man sees it enter his sight
Groans and complains he doesn’t feel right
The sparrow sings songs of good cheer

Awaken each morning and look around
Hear the birds singing a carefree sound
Realize nothing can be more profound
Than knowing that heaven is here

GREED

A devil stands in society’s shadows
Disguised as laws and false leaders
Who sent Jesus Christ to the gallows
And left us with hypocrite preachers

We see a king called a governor
Cruising a store fronted avenue
Walk farther and tum the comer
The Bowery comes into view

Bowery bums, drunk all the time
As they spend some time on earth
Looking for heaven in a bottle of wine
As though that is all it is worth

The king lights up an imported cigar
Made especially for his taste
Lights his cigar with a bill of one dollar
As we ponder the meaning of waste

Police escort his new limousine car
Protecting his body and his wealth
But a shiny car will not take him far
With a soul that is weak in health

We obey the royal doctrines of rules
As buildings race up to the sky
Houses of industry and its schools
And we see robot minds drift by

We learn in school to believe in laws
And to vote for these political kings
Wealthy men use their vulture claws
As they prey upon material things

Stealing what they do not need
Denying fellow men fair shares
Seeking to succeed in profane greed
Never seeing beyond earthly cares

Greed is one of the devil’s names
It helps create the hell we are in
Poverty comes from losing in games
All of us striving for wealth to win

Floating on an endless stream
For time that is without measure
We all are waiting to be redeemed
In search of a sacred treasure