What If?

Inspired by Lennon's Imagine....

What if there was no more hate,
No guns or knives or swords?
No violence or anger, rage or rape,
No more such thing as war.
What if there was no more crime,
No dying in the streets?
No more stealing or vandalizing,
No robbers, thieves or cheats?
What if there were no need for jails,
No prisons, just empty cells?
What if convicted women and men
Found peace within themselves.
What if there were no disasters,
No death-tolls from famine or disease?
What if there were no terrorist attacks,
No killing at home or overseas?
What if there were no rich or poor,
No social tension or strain?
What if there were no struggles for,
Political dominance or gain?
What if everyone shared what they had,
Weren't concerned with their own wealth or fame?
What if they gave to those that are sad,
To ease their less fortunate pain?
What if there were no hunger or starvation,
Food hording, destroying or waste?
What if third world countries or nations,
Were afforded more than a taste.
What if every man, woman and child,
Could think for themselves and decide?
What if one's rights were never on trial,
No more suicide or genocide?
What if there existed systems of health care,
Available for everyone?
What if those systems were always there,
For those in need of them?
What if everyone had a nice place to live,
Their own shelter from heat, cold and storms?
Kitchens to cook in, mirrors to look in,
Soft beds to sleep and keep warm?
What if everyone had clothes on their backs,
Hats, coats and comfortable shoes?
What if there were nothing folks lacked,
No more depressing bad news?
What if winning didn't mean everything,
It was okay to have fun and lose?
What if those wronged weren't bent on suing,
Didn't point fingers and accuse?
What if the world joined together and sang,
All at one melodic time?
What if the world's church bells all rang,
In a precisely unified chime.
What if all children laughed and played,
Together in a virtual play-land?
What if musicians all joined for a day
In a worldwide symphonic band?
What if we all had convenient access,
To churches, education and schools?
What if every child were obedient and confessed,
Their respect and abidance toward rules.
What if learning was real, not conceived?
We all could read, write and do math.
Intelligence put there for all to achieve?
So each could create his own path.
What if there wasn't anything at all,
That restricted one's desires and abilities,
To establish one's self and be who we are,
To live happy, healthy and free?
What if the world was just a better place,
Full of love, peace and sweet harmony?
What if we all just became friends,
A one world, global family?
What if it all were suddenly replaced,
With Lennon's Utopian dream?
Wouldn't it be that One better place,
He Imagined so eloquently?
What if mankind could only see,
How perfect that One world could be?

What if it was up to me?

Copyright © May 2010
Kevin Mooney

They're Only The Piano Players

Someone saved his life one nighT
In an empty sky, he rose quite higH.
Rocketed charts with a Man that would bE
Eventually saw Daniel in a plane wavinG,
Levon brought madmen across water toO,
Taught the world what a crocodile could dO.
One of his songs was of the Your kinD,
Never believed dancers too tiny or weaK.
His captain fantastic was no EinsteiN,
Electrified Bennie and freed 'ole PhilI.
Remembered Marilyn and Diana in sonG,
Circle of life made the whole world sigH.
Ushered bitch back, gave censor's a taunT,
Lucidly found diamonds made Lucy much higheR.
Earned critical acclaim for Lion songs sireD,
Said adieu to brick road we all kneW,
Joined hall's few, wore an island girl's leI.
Orchestrated pinball song that he sanG,
Hated sundowns and sad songs so mucH.
Nikita, not Aida, was another Bernie cuT.

Bronx big shot to his Levittown creW,
It's still rock 'n roll to him, you and I.
Got fires started without any fueL,
Allentown's factories are still on triaL.
Pressure's paranoia was Captain Jack's alibI,
Played Leningrad to ease cold war hysteriA.
Listed Movin' Out as his Broadway symposiuM,
Entertainer extraordinaire when at venue or stadiuM.
Stranger struck a flare of colloquial euphoriA,
Piano man rare with an innocent man-terioR.
Induced a lust for the Italian restauranT,
A matter of trust for great wine and spaghettI.
New York state of mind's where his music begaN,
On tour these days with UK's Elton J.
Good night Saigon touched veteran and herO.
Uptown girl Christie played real life wife rolE,
You may be right, his honesty's about souL.


Copyright © September 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Nocturnal Classic Rock

Nazareth's love hurt the hair of the dog,
Oyster's reaper feared astronomy blue.
Cream's white room was heavy and long,
Traffic's Barley Corn probably died too.
Uriah Heep's Gypsy was wired wrong.
Rush's heart was closer to the trees,
Nugent had a sweet stranglehold on.
Aerosmith's sweet emotions could please.
Led Zeppelin had their heavenly song.


Copyright © August 2010
Kevin Mooney

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The Boss

Grew up blinded by the city's bright lightT
Reigned supreme in Freehold's Branch BorougH.
Early success with A Park and E ShufflE
Earned him nicknames Doctor and B.
Tenth avenue froze out his Earth band triO,
It was Run that brought out the criticS.
New Jersey's son left no Backstreets with doubtS,
Got Rosalita out, both live and in studiO,
Streets of Fire and Dark Side were prooF.

Fostered a Bad and Promised Land hiT,
River was double the fun to play witH,
Out in the Street he was always On FirE,
Made Courtney Cox the whole world's desirE.

All Born in the US Danced in his streetS
Shared Spirits nightly with the fans he would meeT.
Brought his Hometown to each American's front dooR
Used folk and rock style to forge every scorE,
Revelled with Glory Days and Tunnels of LovE,
Youngstown and Joad made audiences erupT

Painted Empty Skies with each brash Rising verB
All working men rise to his raucous personaA
Revered Pop Icon from fan to faN
King of folk rockers and JunglelanD.

Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Another Rock 'n Roll Heaven

As kids today listen to their mp3's,
As disc jockey's roll back time.
Ipod's are packed full of memories.
Old Time Rock 'n Rollers past their prime.

Reunions seem shadows of what fans long for,
Cover Bands now dilute concert streams.
Many a passed favorite no longer tour,
They're found only in recordings and dreams.

Consider these greats for instance:

Jagger, Richards, Wyman and Watts,
Got Satisfaction as The Rolling Stones.
Under the thumbs of mother helpers and clouds,
Woods was in the shadows after the death of Brian Jones.

An unknown soldier who often got lit,
Broke through other sides and road in soft parade storms.
Found people strange, loved LA women madly,
When the music's over, in the end, Jim Morrison was the Doors.

Dazed and confused, they sang of immigrants and Kashmir,
Found a whole lot of lovin', good times and fame.
Rambled on broken levees, gallows and battles evermore,
Bonham took heaven's stairway, Zeppelin's songs were never the same.

They sang of a generation,
There's no question who they were,
Daltry and Townsend were their inspiration,
Keith Moon personified their words.

They electrified the scene with High Voltage,
Like an explosion of TNT,
ACDC paved their own Highway to Hell,
Bon Scott's voice was quite unique.

A band that defined the Southern Rock genre,
Lynyrd Skynyrd always had One for the Road.
He lived his life like a Free Bird,
Ron Van Zant called Alabama his sweet home.

Bands don't get much bigger than the Beatles,
They practically defined British Rock on their own.
John Lennon wrote of peace and mind games,
Imagined a world where we all live as one.

They each found success working solo,
Paul found love with a new Band on the Run,
Wings brought McCartney to new hi hi hi,
If only Linda not died so soon.

Now George seemed to come with the sun,
There was something in the way he gave.
His guitar never weeped, he found the Lord sweet,
As a Harrison, all things passed his way.

The South lost a pioneer and rambler,
A blues legend in talent and name.
Duane Allman was a true midnight rider,
Melissa and Jessica brought him posthumous fame.

He had a certain kind of magic,
One sure to give Queens a sheer heart attack.
His Rhapsody was poignantly tragic,
Freddie Mercury was a Champion that gave back.

The orchestral pit that now plays in the stars,
Seats musicians once the rock world's rage,
They filled stadiums and arenas, clubs and small bars,
In music annals you'll find their legacies on each page.

They now live in vinyl, cd and ipod heaven,
Legends of a once classical age.
When cigarette lighters and cell phone lights beckon,
These rockers will no longer take the stage.



Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Land and Sea (Pink Floyd Tribute V)

This is part 5 in the Dark Side of the Moon series. This is a rewrite of Us and Them...


Land and sea,
Separately co-existent, adjoined contiguously.
You and me,
A wavering consistence of turbulent tranquility.

Rivers arise, to the levees' demise,
The battle is waged between relief and reprise,
Man's castles engaged in deceit and compromise,
Brave efforts denied though many have tried,
To create vesseled bonds between sacrifice and lies.

Rivers and trees,
Innately resistant, blended continuity.
Rise and fall,
Abated persistence in conjoined perpetuity.

Moon and sun,
The end seems near, though its only just begun.
Distance and Time.
Created new standards without reason or rhyme.

Levels recede, governments reply,
Gentle persuasions, discourse minimized.
Forced evacuations, reclamations denied.
White breasted birds fly high in dark skies,
Their purpose gets lost in bureaucratic disguise.

Wither and Wake.
Has government involvement been a help or mistake?
Quiver or Quake?
Will political injustice determine our fate?

Be rest assured, the power of His word,
Will defeat those that seek you and resolve those that hurt..
History reveals that powers that steal,
Reap what they sew, find consequence concealed.
The propensity of Devine indignation is real.

Give and take,
Don't let what's evil keep you awake,
Belief and mistrust,
We all want relief and must readjust.

Fight for your rights,
Seek that you choose,
Shed shackles that bind you,
It's the weak that lose.

Feelings and doubt,
Living in fear is living without.
Water and Air,
Immoral injustice exists everywhere,

Rivers run deep,
Oceans are wide,
An unfettered sleep,
Comes when tension subsides.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Rings of Trees (Pink Floyd Tribute IV)

Part 4 in the Dark Side of the Moon series. This is a rewrite of Time...


Counting the days it takes to create a mountain,
Seeking connections between man's existence and time.
Noah can attest a month's rain creates an ocean.
Looking for answers to questions you may never find.

A snowflake can blanket a piece of the world when multiplied,
Is it true that no two are ever exactly alike?
Each grain of sand that ebbs and flows at high tide,
Is a fragment of God's chiseled artistic psyche.

How many seconds exist in an average lifetime?
Does a leaf have more cells than stars in the milky way?
A hand-full of seeds when planted can fill a skyline.
Mother nature tracks her hours through growth and decay.

Layers of earth cover billions of yearly reminders,
Trees are the hour hands of God's vigilant watch.
Their inner circles conceal time-linear definers,
Infinite cords of natural perpetual clocks.

When mankind finally destroys the world he lives in.
When the moon and the sun suddenly cease to shine.
What will become of our homes, our friends and children?
Will the pillage of botanic arrogance equal the crime?

When life's no longer defined by one's soul and purpose.
When forest's are totally sacrificed for malevolent needs.
When foliage and pestilence no longer propagate earth's surface,
Woodlands sheared remnants of an ecologic disease.
The last full measure of inhumane, deplorable co-existence,
May reside in the formidable remains of the rings of trees.


Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Tsunami (Pink Floyd Tribute III)

A third in a series of pieces dedicated to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. Eclipse part two, rearranged.


My hands start to tremble,
My head starts to ache,
My thoughts reassemble,
Give and take.

My memories become jumbled,
My attention span breaks,
My words start to fumble,
Mental brake.

My room starts to tumble,
While baby's awake,
Inner walls crumble,
Windows wobble and shake.

My stomach starts to rumble,
The ground starts to quake,
Working men stumble,
To avoid being fake,
Big mistake.

Cerebral malfunction,
My mind is at stake,
Scattered disfunction,
Amid tremorous wakes,
Terminate.

Clouds fill my eyes,
Tides start to rise,
Subconscious riptides,
Surface then disappear.

Waves touch the skies,
A psychic reprise,
Visions subside then reappear.

Curtains disguise,
But cannot minimize,
The confusion and all of the fears.

Earthquakes create tsunamical breaks
that may require psychological care.
Waves of emotion ravage subliminal shores,
Oceans of thought culminate in confusion and stares.

Minds that break, vacillate,
between reality and what's not there.
Temporal contusions concentrate,
where the surface meets the air.



Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Gold (Pink Floyd Tribute VII)

This is part 7 in the Dark Side of the Moon series. This is a rewrite of Money...


Gold, fool's pride…
Try to see how much pleasure it buys.
Rush, to find it. Push, to mine it.
It’s what we all measure present wealth by.

Oil, Texas tea,
The Middle East sure seems to have plenty.
Search, to drill it, Careful, to not spill it.
The world’s contemporary dependency.

So many men try,
So many men die
To control each others destiny.

Gold’s the true measure,
But oil’s the new treasure,
That which best defines today’s world greed.

It certainly seems strange,
How the focus has changed.
Within the past millennium or century.

Where Gold’s force once ruled,
Oil’s source is now pooled,
By those in charge of prosperity.

Gold is in bars nursed in forts and cells.
While oil gets dispersed in gallons and barrels,
Each a source of leverage, deception and lies.

Both have been blamed for tensions and wars,
Battles have been fought, while desert flames roared.
Who can say what the future has in store?

Will gold just become another metal or fine stone?
Will oil remain black, never refined to a yellow tone?
Or will the two eventually be merged into one?

The fate of this world has many years relied,
On powerful nations to act justified.
Can the world be trusted to remain civilized?

Will rational minds remain unified?
Can the power of one commit genocide?
Isn’t oil just gold that’s been liquified?



Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Whatever Happened To...

This is a story 'bout songs once sung,
Short little jingles known by everyone.
So sit right back and read this tale,
Of sitcom songs and the stories they tell.

When Jed Clampett went huntin' for some food,
He found himself some bubblin' crude,
Twas kin folk said he should move away,
To Beverly Hills, Calforn-I-A.

In New York was this city gent,
Other direction was where he went.
Found him land spread far and wide,
Left Manhattan for the countryside.

Hungarian wife Lisa wanted to stay,
She was allergic smelling hay.
She adored her penthouse view,
Times Square and 5th Avenue.

Aboard The Cannonball, that famous train,
Hooterville's Junction's where they came,
The Shady Rest was run by Joe and Kate,
Its water tower was where her daughters bathed.

How 'bout that famous talking horse?
The one who Wilbur owned of course.
Seems he alone heard when Ed said,
Hello...I'm Mr. Ed.

Take 7 castaways, what do you get?
The tale of a ship and a fateful trip.
Five passengers and its fearless crew,
Lost at sea on a three hour cruise.

One family utterly dark and strange,
Had a 7 foot butler who gargled, "You Raaanggg".
Thing, Uncle Fester and Cousin It,
Made Adam's Family the spookiest yet.

Then there's the story of a lovely lady,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
She met a man, that one named Brady,
Raising three boys in his own little world.

Their show was one that couldn't miss,
With Tiger, Sam and the maid Alice.
Getting together became more than a hunch,
As one big family they formed the Brady Bunch.

Mary was a beauty on the Van Dyke show,
She proved she could make it on her own..
She brought women equality and style,
She turned the world on with her wit and smile.

Archie liked the way Miller played,
Folks liked him and his bigoted way.
Meathead and Gloria never pulled their weight,
And poor old Edith's voice would grate.

Cheers brought laughter and another great tune,
We all knew when Norm came in the room.
Sam and Woody were glad you came,
It was nice to go where they knew your name.

Six Friends together for several years,
Were always stuck in second gear.
With Phoebe, Chandler, Rachel and Ross,
Joey was slow and Monica was boss.

What ever happened to great TV songs,
Those that had us singing along?
Shows aren't what they used to be.
They all seem lost in reality.

Give me good lyrics and a catchy tune,
One we can sing and all drink to.
At a party, bar or any gathering,
The best shows are those with songs we can sing.





Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Paradox of Oz (Pink Floyd Tribute)

This poem is for all the Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon fans out there...


To the faithful few and young in heart,
Dedicated fans from the start.
Speak to me, in a delicate way.
Listen to what I have to say...

Hold your breath then breathe the air.
We all have our own crosses to bear.
Objectively observe the philosophy of time,
Metaphoric riddles and satirical rhyme.
Think of something more to say.
Tomorrow's just a day away.
Live to learn and learn to share,
Strive to go where other's dare.
Each year's shorter day by day,
Time keeps slowly ticking away.

Don't let troubles tear you apart,
It takes courage to have a heart,
No need to think to use your brain,
So lie in sunshine, watch the rain.
Wait for someone to show you the way,
Think there's something more to say?
Quietly desperate, in an offhand way,
Lose your balance, land in hay,
Pose for a statue while on the run,
Look for darkness under the sun.

Somewhere a rainbow arches the sky,
While cyclones appear and houses fly by.
Run Toto run, you're the chosen one,
Evil finds a weakness in everyone.
Sympathy's musical jestered throng,
A symphony-sweet angelic song.
A land exists in a lullaby,
Where troubles melt then liquify.
Wish upon stars and moons fully bright,
Where darkness lurks, and day is night.

A cinemascoped world of black and white.
An open door to any colour you like.
Where diminutive people seem larger than life.
While good and bad witches sport red-rubied strife.
Adventures seem easy when there's one road to choose.
It's us against them, there's no time to lose.
Follow your instincts down roads of yellow brick,
Be wary of diversions, walk cautiously quick.
The lost seek guidance, it's a circular cause.
A lesson learned blindly, it's the paradox of oz.

Look for new friends along life's way.
Race against time towards an early grave.
Remember it's not the peers you choose.
It's they who decide who'll win and who'll lose.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Lunatics laugh to fill empty space,
Listen for heartbeats of immortal men,
Tear-rusted soldiers made of tin.
Totem-treed faces cast apples adieu,
Fire-balled threats, "and your little dog, too".

And when the road taken seems full of despair,
Be weary of Lions, Tigers and Bears.
It's courage that divides the weak and the strong,
Fear that decides whose right and whose wrong.
The bite of a dog is worse than it's bark.
A friend's one to hold, not tear apart.
Virtue's eclipsed by the valor of men,
Their will to survive, their struggle to win.
God only knows what a man will choose,
Faced with a choice and nothing to lose.

If castles loom in the future ahead,
And it's there your mind's sole purpose is lead,
Don't fritter and waste hours that make a dull day.
Don't twitter with flowers that may cause delay.
Far, far ahead across poppy seed fields,
A Sorcerer's castle of emerald and teal.
Press on toward your goal, even when tired,
It'll be good to warm beside the fire.
And if on first try you're turned away,
Identify what brought you, don't dismay.

Once you've discovered your pot of gold,
Watch for evil's telltale hold.
Equine, kaleidoscopic hues,
Fearful citizens' optic views.
Gigs in the sky, words etched in the clouds,
Threatening scrolls of surrender abound.
A meeting of the mind, in the plural sense.
Opulant sorcery frugally spent.
An impossible task, one sure to lose,
Unmeasureable odds, no choice to choose.

Us and them, me and you,
Up and down, black and blue
A galiant quest for a tetrad crew,
A dubious trot, a trepid coup.
Up and down and round and round,
A conjectured plot from emerald town,
A jestered jaunt on jittery knees,
Where evil lurks among restless trees.
Believable spooks and winged monkeys loom,
So which is a witch and whom is whom?

Down and out, there's no place to go,
With or without, tossed to and fro.
It can't be stopped, this maniacle bout,
Who can deny what the fighting's about?
Rich is rich and poor is poor,
A lunatic lies behind a locked door.
A vessel of time, mourned solitude,
Visions sublime, sworn restitute.
Unlock the door, don't throw away the key,
There's someone in my head and it's not me.

Run Toto run, soar once again,
Seek the heroics of ordinary men.
Winkies march in cadenced unison,
Valiant efforts of courageous friends,
Circumvent afflictions with axe and sword,
Breakdown constrictions with dissonant accord.
Though toils and troubles may bolster your fear,
It takes heat and rain to make rainbows appear.
No matter how difficult life seems to get,
Witches are harmless as long as their wet.

Seek that which brought you to the edge of doom,
The sourse of your purpose, a magical broom.
Return and find refuge in false sorcery,
Chrystal ball visions of devine destiny.
All that you touch and all that you see,
Is that the essense of what you believe?
Seek what eludes you, don't blankly assume,
That everything under the sun is in tune.
Conspire to clip fate's binds that loom,
Sever faith bourn tetherred balloons.

When all else fails and there's no hope, it seems,
Recall life's learned lessons, played out in your dreams.
Look for reminders, the means to all ends,
That which defines you, your family and friends.
And if the band you're in plays a different tune,
Imagine you're safe in your own solitude.
When the sun is eclipsed, it's light all consumed,
I'll look for you on the dark side of the moon.
Take solace in knowing that a mind's helpless roam,
Is three heel taps away...there's no place like home.




Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Mr. Webber I Presume

This is an acrostic.


Energetic English composer,
Night Music most notably known for,
Don't Cry for his postured composure,
Evita struck him worldwide rapport.
Any Dream Will Do in song or romance,
Requiem brought him Mass-ive appeal.
Impressive storylines, costumes and dance,
New Age Cinematic/Operatic feel.
God seems to be his collaborative friend.

Memories he's played hauntingly surreal,
Usual Christian invigorative hymns,
Superstar of theater and stage,
I don't know, but I bet Jesus loves him,
Cat-agoric favorite of Covington and Paige.
Argentina had no reason to cry for him,
LuPone's Eva drew international acclaim.

Colorful coats and Phantom-like scenes,
Revived musicals of celebrated fame.
Every Door for him seems an open gate,
A British Knight of opulent esteem,
Tailor made aristocrat and Sarah Brightman's mate.
Original songs that inspire hopes and dreams,
Revered No Matter What the score seems.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Paradox of Oz

This poem is for all the Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon fans out there...


To the faithful few and young in heart,
Dedicated fans from the start.
Speak to me, in a delicate way.
Listen to what I have to say...

Hold your breath then breathe the air.
We all have our own crosses to bear.
Objectively observe the philosophy of time,
Metaphoric riddles and satirical rhyme.
Think of something more to say.
Tomorrow's just a day away.
Live to learn and learn to share,
Strive to go where other's dare.
Each year's shorter day by day,
Time keeps slowly ticking away.

Don't let troubles tear you apart,
It takes courage to have a heart,
No need to think to use your brain,
So lie in sunshine, watch the rain.
Wait for someone to show you the way,
Think there's something more to say?
Quietly desperate, in an offhand way,
Lose your balance, land in hay,
Pose for a statue while on the run,
Look for darkness under the sun.

Somewhere a rainbow arches the sky,
While cyclones appear and houses fly by.
Run Toto run, you're the chosen one,
Evil finds a weakness in everyone.
Sympathy's musical jestered throng,
A symphony-sweet angelic song.
A land exists in a lullaby,
Where troubles melt then liquify.
Wish upon stars and moons fully bright,
Where darkness lurks, and day is night.

A cinemascoped world of black and white.
An open door to any colour you like.
Where diminutive people seem larger than life.
While good and bad witches sport red-rubied strife.
Adventures seem easy when there's one road to choose.
It's us against them, there's no time to lose.
Follow your instincts down roads of yellow brick,
Be wary of diversions, walk cautiously quick.
The lost seek guidance, it's a circular cause.
A lesson learned blindly, it's the paradox of oz.

Look for new friends along life's way.
Race against time towards an early grave.
Remember it's not the peers you choose.
It's they who decide who'll win and who'll lose.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Lunatics laugh to fill empty space,
Listen for heartbeats of immortal men,
Tear-rusted soldiers made of tin.
Totem-treed faces cast apples adieu,
Fire-balled threats, "and your little dog, too".

And when the road taken seems full of despair,
Be weary of Lions, Tigers and Bears.
It's courage that divides the weak and the strong,
Fear that decides whose right and whose wrong.
The bite of a dog is worse than it's bark.
A friend's one to hold, not tear apart.
Virtue's eclipsed by the valor of men,
Their will to survive, their struggle to win.
God only knows what a man will choose,
Faced with a choice and nothing to lose.

If castles loom in the future ahead,
And it's there your mind's sole purpose is lead,
Don't fritter and waste hours that make a dull day.
Don't twitter with flowers that may cause delay.
Far, far ahead across poppy seed fields,
A Sorcerer's castle of emerald and teal.
Press on toward your goal, even when tired,
It'll be good to warm beside the fire.
And if on first try you're turned away,
Identify what brought you, don't dismay.

Once you've discovered your pot of gold,
Watch for evil's telltale hold.
Equine, kaleidoscopic hues,
Fearful citizens' optic views.
Gigs in the sky, words etched in the clouds,
Threatening scrolls of surrender abound.
A meeting of the mind, in the plural sense.
Opulant sorcery frugally spent.
An impossible task, one sure to lose,
Unmeasureable odds, no choice to choose.

Us and them, me and you,
Up and down, black and blue
A galiant quest for a tetrad crew,
A dubious trot, a trepid coup.
Up and down and round and round,
A conjectured plot from emerald town,
A jestered jaunt on jittery knees,
Where evil lurks among restless trees.
Believable spooks and winged monkeys loom,
So which is a witch and whom is whom?

Down and out, there's no place to go,
With or without, tossed to and fro.
It can't be stopped, this maniacle bout,
Who can deny what the fighting's about?
Rich is rich and poor is poor,
A lunatic lies behind a locked door.
A vessel of time, mourned solitude,
Visions sublime, sworn restitute.
Unlock the door, don't throw away the key,
There's someone in my head and it's not me.

Run Toto run, soar once again,
Seek the heroics of ordinary men.
Winkies march in cadenced unison,
Valiant efforts of courageous friends,
Circumvent afflictions with axe and sword,
Breakdown constrictions with dissonant accord.
Though toils and troubles may bolster your fear,
It takes heat and rain to make rainbows appear.
No matter how difficult life seems to get,
Witches are harmless as long as their wet.

Seek that which brought you to the edge of doom,
The sourse of your purpose, a magical broom.
Return and find refuge in false sorcery,
Chrystal ball visions of devine destiny.
All that you touch and all that you see,
Is that the essense of what you believe?
Seek what eludes you, don't blankly assume,
That everything under the sun is in tune.
Conspire to clip fate's binds that loom,
Sever faith bourn tetherred balloons.

When all else fails and there's no hope, it seems,
Recall life's learned lessons, played out in your dreams.
Look for reminders, the means to all ends,
That which defines you, your family and friends.
And if the band you're in plays a different tune,
Imagine you're safe in your own solitude.
When the sun is eclipsed, it's light all consumed,
I'll look for you on the dark side of the moon.
Take solace in knowing that a mind's helpless roam,
Is three heel taps away...there's no place like home.




Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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