once more the spring

 

all those who fill the fields with empty dreams
are gone to view the morning free of cloud
we know their hope and know just how they're proud
as if they had by effort made those beams
had with a should made each one of the gleams
and done far more than would have been allowed
by any force with which we are endowed
along the banks of these fresh-rushing streams
red buds erupting mean an end to stark
winter and all passion that must return
gives us the hope that once more the freight
of what has built up during the long dark
will not in one short day blow up and burn
but show a light that will be worth the wait

long-drawn pain

 you hear the echo of the long-drawn pain
so much forgotten must now be rehearsed
the years of suffering are now disbursed

your duty's not to go against the grain
nor to recover what has been immersed
you hear the echo of the long-drawn pain

these are the remnants of the ones who slain
stood for a second while their bodies burst
and seemed to resist as the destroyers cursed
you hear the echo of the long-drawn pain

sea view

no clouds are moving under clearest sky
the ocean speaks to us of ancient woe
but we are trapped within the modern lie

those who have knowledge learn how to apply
the means to change most swiftly and most slow
no clouds are moving under clearest sky

we thought the meaning was so utter wry
all our words excellent and àpropos
but we are trapped within the modern lie

this is not something on which we rely
yet we must speak our piece before we go
no clouds are moving under clearest sky

granted the merest motion means we fly
into the greatest passion we could know
but we are trapped within the modern lie

and so we find the sweet baked in the pie
the greatest threat to what was status quo
no clouds are moving under clearest sky
but we are trapped within the modern lie

a simple state

 

you think of peace as such a simple state
but all that's complex does not end in dark
we find that evil hides within the gate

words uttered by a fool will always grate
and leave on every mind a smudgy mark
you think of peace as such a simple state

the honest man is first to turn irate
when burned by what is not a little spark
we find that evil hides within the gate

we can't control the purpose nor the rate
at which you feed the chum unto the shark
you think of peace as such a simple state

you were the champ but now you are the bait
and not a single dog would dare to bark
we find that evil hides within the gate

it is so easy just to blame dumb fate
and say that the old world is no safe park
you think of peace as such a simple state
we find that evil hides within the gate

clear and green

 

there are no words that come out clear and green
the aftermath of rain and hail and snow
so many people can't say what they mean

what we intend won't show up on a screen
we haven't gained the privilege to crow
there are no words that come out clear and green

we soon forget the wisdom of the bean
nor where the finer virtues have to grow
so many people can't say what they mean

we cannot learn to trust an honest mien
since all we see might turn out to be show
there are no words that come out clear and green

we name so many actors on the scene
and then forget the range of things they know
there are no words that come out clear and green
so many people can't say what they mean