LACKEY BLUES (A song about “Boomers” growing old)

Grand Funk blasting
Rock defined
Sold out venues
Liberal minds

Black light posters
Viet Nam
Charley don’t surf
In Birmingham

Cheap cologne
Burning blunts
Wild eyed boys
On the hunt

For painted ladies
Curly hair
Legs for days
No underwear

Pun intended
Food for thought
Narcotic fog
Just don’t get caught

Trophy wife
Three car garage
Grand Pooba
At the Masons Lodge

Yapping lap dog
Shooting stars
Whiskey head games
Tapas Bars

Crafted headlines
Leveraged homes
Sarcastic landmines
Roaming Gnomes

New Age shakedown
Latest news
Holographic
Lackey Blues

Hip Yuppie
Swatting flies
Acid reflux
Alibis

Babylon
Bares her breast
Hyperbole
On house arrest

Faster
Higher
Grab the ring
Envy
An infectious thing


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

CHILDREN AT PLAY

Atlanta airport
Rush hour
Frantic
Mad dash
Distorted faces
Wild eyed
Full tilt
Three precious boys
Ages six perhaps
Playing together on the floor
Immersed
Gleeful
Innocent
For a few Godly moments
Time stands still
Strangers smile
Memories of our childhood
Crashing in with gentle force
On our personal agendas
Skimming joyful slivers
Sheer delight as we watch
Multi colored faces
Beam in unison
Racial barriers
Erased
Evil
Crushed
Love
Flowing freely
There is peace on earth
When the children play


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005

DISCARDED

So difficult to fathom
Selfish lust of youth
Before
Invigorating
Tonight
Painfully clear
As the colors fade
Emotional deceit
Young woman
Tender
Virgin silk
Ravishing
Consumed
Gnawing hunger
Fierce desire
To be desired
Longing only to be loved
Hormonal mind games
Splotchy ecstasy
Countless carnal liars
Raging fire
Now smolders
3:00 a.m.
Alone
Stained sheets
Streaked mascara
Her delicate head
Gently cupped
In palsied hands
She sobs
Ever so softly
He seeks a fresh conquest
Discarded
As a well worn dress
Second hand romance
Lacerated heart
Overwhelming
Feeble shame
Invades her broken soul


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

CLOAK OF BLINDED VISION

I write because I must
No negotiations
Blessed appointment
So many things to say
Me
Age Forty nine
Thinking twenty three
Still seeking
Who I’m meant to be
Learning
Shedding
Growing
The child inside
So differs
From the narcissistic man
Siren call of wisdom
Ever tantalizing
Buried so deeply
In the caverns of my mind
Ancient history
Infantile immersion
Cerebral instincts
Roaming free
Absorbing human nature
Unexpected saving grace
Diffused anger
Mental masturbation
I hit the wall thank God
Many moons ago
Guilt swollen throat
Lump of shameful sin
Reminder of those dark days
Grateful forgiveness
Shake it off like rain
Tomorrow
Try again
Intuition
Holy gift
To exercise it daily
Paramount
Burley ego
Reality check
Like cool bed sheets
Crisp
Tucked
Traditional
In so many ways
Somehow I veered
Along the dotted line
Simply lacking discipline
Unconventional repose
Warp speed thoughts
Reluctantly
They rest
Sleep comes eventually
Life cards
Face up on the table
All in
A long time ago
Full tilt
Cruising speed now
Approaching paradise
Transcendental autopilot
There shall come a day
Soon perhaps
Or later
When poetic wells run dry
Rudimentary odes
To all things dear
Shall fall victim to dark silence
Pedigree of impact
Memory serves it best
Art is immortal
When appreciated
Be it prophetic shards
Veracity
Or simply psychobabble
No longer willing
To prostitute my passion
The message
Purest love
Forgiving God of peace
Demons flee
Behind me now
As they have been instructed
Soon to return
Beg for attention again
No fear
This lovely eve
Daily spiritual warfare
Angels guide
Cloak of blinded vision
Trust
Faith
Compassion
Built in tiny increments
Simply being
Powerful medicine indeed
Sharing sacred AGAPE
Living the lesson
One day at a time
Sweet Jesus
Shaking my tree
Precious life fruit
Nourishing me



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

INSIGNIFICANCE

Giving thanks for Jah love
Praises all
God above
Complex simplicity
Arduous journey
Rising fall
Joyous play on words
Provocative verbs
Funerals
New friends
Rad observations
Student of human nature
The trip never ends
I and i
Together
Forever
Open minded verse
Relentless rhythm style
I pump it out with passion
Hopefully
You dig it
Toss it as you wish
Winding chronicle
Vibrant man child trek
My goal is quite simple
Feel ME
Every buried stitch
Reduce it to perception
Truth
Reality
Expecting miracles
Vast blessings received
My glowing baby gurl
Eighteen loving years
Gilded child
Always will be
Praiseworthy gem
My precious young son
Nine years strong
Artistic
Sensitive
Stirring celebration
Tunes
Flowing endlessly
Through this pulsing brain
Ghosts of my past
Etched evermore
Slow motion
Sketchy
So forgiving
Embraced
By our patient Savior
Despite such arrogance
Forget Babylon
Paradise is nigh
Genuine freedom
Comes from letting go
Of insignificance



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

WEATHERED DRIFTWOOD (Revised)

Across the foggy bay
Ancient lighthouse beckons
Through gale and harbor mist
Deathly still
Borrowed passage
Unknown
Treacherous rocky current
Majestic presence looming
Just beyond the sacred reef
Lunacy lagoon
I flow
Aging weathered driftwood
Flotsam and jetsam
Tidal moonlit ebb
Reviewing my life’s story
Starry evenings wake
Boiling it all down
To bite sized metaphors
Select precious moments
Calculated risks
My journey has been long
Self imposed cilice
Finally reaching trade winds
No room for armchair critics
Misguided mystics
This human gig
At times
Alone
A razors edge
Life and death complicity
It’s all about true impact
Significance of others
Positive contribution
Ionized exhortation
Constructing self esteem
Kind hearted empowerment
Depth of brilliant smiles
Cheerful eyes that penetrate
Lasting legacy of love
On this fringe
Here I shall stay
As my purpose here is served




© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006