Amazed
by the stillness
of an animal
Faces in the trees
and the rocks
and the sky
Despairing
because you can’t
set the world right
Drinking
dazes
me
*
My friends—
please forgive
my foolishness
Scars of tears
on an old
man’s face
His mind—
a lumpy
diamond
A life
like riding
waves
*
One of those days
when the sky
hurts your eyes
Flute:
epitome
of music
Two men with the same face
emptying
their dead father’s house
The holy
loneliness
of self-discipline
Worlds where
monkeys roam
the streets
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Happened To Be Here
Happened to be here
When the big board went berserk
All of us panicked
The old tricks wouldn’t work
Heaven was hidden
A ceiling stopped the sky
We were all ruined
We tried to run and hide
It burst in a flash
All of us crashed
What are you worth when the world you know is smashed?
Happened to be here
When a fever hit the air
We were all shaken
From our usual despair
Something was singing
In the center of our heads
Something forgotten
Was starting up again
This is our chance
Get up and dance
This is the moment we’ve been waiting for my friends
(You are here and so are we
Secretly we see)
Happened to be here
When history was made
It was all twisted
Into a different shape
What really happened
Didn’t make the news
We carry inside us
What we know is true
Stories from them
They’re all a sham
The world to them is not the world of men
.
When the big board went berserk
All of us panicked
The old tricks wouldn’t work
Heaven was hidden
A ceiling stopped the sky
We were all ruined
We tried to run and hide
It burst in a flash
All of us crashed
What are you worth when the world you know is smashed?
Happened to be here
When a fever hit the air
We were all shaken
From our usual despair
Something was singing
In the center of our heads
Something forgotten
Was starting up again
This is our chance
Get up and dance
This is the moment we’ve been waiting for my friends
(You are here and so are we
Secretly we see)
Happened to be here
When history was made
It was all twisted
Into a different shape
What really happened
Didn’t make the news
We carry inside us
What we know is true
Stories from them
They’re all a sham
The world to them is not the world of men
.
The Whisper
I’ve got a secret
And you do too
I’m gonna keep it
Hidden from you
I can imagine
The things you do
So you can keep it
Buried in you
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
We’re loud and shallow
But it gets out
Leaking from somewhere
Underground
We razzle dazzle
With all our might
We drown in shadows
Alone at night
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
(“Man it’s just...”
“I mean it’s like...”
“My own best essence...”
“Is a whisper...”)
Our laughing faces
Crack like masks
Against a question
We won’t ask
Under the bluster
Of all we say
There’s something humming
That won’t go away
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
.
And you do too
I’m gonna keep it
Hidden from you
I can imagine
The things you do
So you can keep it
Buried in you
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
We’re loud and shallow
But it gets out
Leaking from somewhere
Underground
We razzle dazzle
With all our might
We drown in shadows
Alone at night
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
(“Man it’s just...”
“I mean it’s like...”
“My own best essence...”
“Is a whisper...”)
Our laughing faces
Crack like masks
Against a question
We won’t ask
Under the bluster
Of all we say
There’s something humming
That won’t go away
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
Gotta keep this thing rolling along
.
Flashes Five
Controlling your
breath : essence
of self-control
“If you want
to get anywhere
—use your legs!”
Metallic
boyish voices
of two corporation males
Their problem is
they believe
in the world
*
A gang of five raccoons
looting the neighborhood garbage cans
before dawn
Stand stone-still
by a tree
on a hill
Monks
in saffron robes
on your subway car
Groups
of ghosts
heading your way
Games
that tear holes
in yourself
*
A day
to crease
your face
To be away
from the world
a while
Notice
and adjust
yourself
To be
a proper instrument
of this
.
breath : essence
of self-control
“If you want
to get anywhere
—use your legs!”
Metallic
boyish voices
of two corporation males
Their problem is
they believe
in the world
*
A gang of five raccoons
looting the neighborhood garbage cans
before dawn
Stand stone-still
by a tree
on a hill
Monks
in saffron robes
on your subway car
Groups
of ghosts
heading your way
Games
that tear holes
in yourself
*
A day
to crease
your face
To be away
from the world
a while
Notice
and adjust
yourself
To be
a proper instrument
of this
.
Cold Water Blues
Cold water in the morning
Splash your face and face the day
Cold water in the morning...
Cold water in the morning
When you wash your face and hands
Gotta face the world again
And damn it’s bad
The groaning of a train
With a shriek of steel on steel
A moaning in the rain
That speaks just what you feel
A splash of cold water
Straight in the face
Crash in the hollow
Of the same empty place
But you try
And you know why
Your face before you were born
Might have been the sky
We hustle like apostles
Just to make a rich man more rich
We fight and we die in wars
For some son of a bitch
A splash of cold water
Straight in the face
Crash in the hollow
Of the same empty place
But you try
And you know why
Your face before you were born
Might have been the sky
Something shakes the silence
Just before you go to bed
Gotta dream away the world my friend
Or you’ll go mad
.
Splash your face and face the day
Cold water in the morning...
Cold water in the morning
When you wash your face and hands
Gotta face the world again
And damn it’s bad
The groaning of a train
With a shriek of steel on steel
A moaning in the rain
That speaks just what you feel
A splash of cold water
Straight in the face
Crash in the hollow
Of the same empty place
But you try
And you know why
Your face before you were born
Might have been the sky
We hustle like apostles
Just to make a rich man more rich
We fight and we die in wars
For some son of a bitch
A splash of cold water
Straight in the face
Crash in the hollow
Of the same empty place
But you try
And you know why
Your face before you were born
Might have been the sky
Something shakes the silence
Just before you go to bed
Gotta dream away the world my friend
Or you’ll go mad
.
Brother We
Brother we
Have got to go
They’re gonna get us brother if we don’t
Brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
O my brother
They’ll lock the door
O my brother
We’ve got to go
O my brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
Brother we
Are running low
We’ve gotta be as good as what we know
Brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
O my brother
They’ll lock the door
O my brother
We’ve got to go
O my brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
Brother we
See below
The glossy show that only bosses own
Brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
(If we take the shapes they give
They are gonna do us in
If we swill their medicines
They are gonna do us in )
Brother we
Are on a roll
We’re never gonna let ‘em get our glow
We're never gonna let ‘em get our glow
.
Have got to go
They’re gonna get us brother if we don’t
Brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
O my brother
They’ll lock the door
O my brother
We’ve got to go
O my brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
Brother we
Are running low
We’ve gotta be as good as what we know
Brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
O my brother
They’ll lock the door
O my brother
We’ve got to go
O my brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
Brother we
See below
The glossy show that only bosses own
Brother
They don’t love us
Oh no
(If we take the shapes they give
They are gonna do us in
If we swill their medicines
They are gonna do us in )
Brother we
Are on a roll
We’re never gonna let ‘em get our glow
We're never gonna let ‘em get our glow
.
Honey Bee Blues
Mary Mary sure looked good to me
She was a yellow flower and I was a honey bee
She knocked me so far out that I couldn’t see
Mary Mary lived high on the hill
She could be as sweet just as sure as her looks could kill
She could make me crazy for another thrill
As soon as it seemed
She wanted to be with me
I flew on a breeze
Of what she could be for me
A dream
A destiny
I could only see what I wanted to see
When we walked into bars people stopped and stared
Mary always chose the boldest clothes to wear
I but I didn’t really care I was glad to be there
When I met Mary man I swear I saw
An angel of a woman good god who had no flaws
I was too drunk with dreams to ever see her claws
As soon as it seemed
She wanted to be with me
I flew on a breeze
Of what she could be for me
A dream
A destiny
I could only see what I wanted to see
I could only see what I wanted to see
.
She was a yellow flower and I was a honey bee
She knocked me so far out that I couldn’t see
Mary Mary lived high on the hill
She could be as sweet just as sure as her looks could kill
She could make me crazy for another thrill
As soon as it seemed
She wanted to be with me
I flew on a breeze
Of what she could be for me
A dream
A destiny
I could only see what I wanted to see
When we walked into bars people stopped and stared
Mary always chose the boldest clothes to wear
I but I didn’t really care I was glad to be there
When I met Mary man I swear I saw
An angel of a woman good god who had no flaws
I was too drunk with dreams to ever see her claws
As soon as it seemed
She wanted to be with me
I flew on a breeze
Of what she could be for me
A dream
A destiny
I could only see what I wanted to see
I could only see what I wanted to see
.
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick