SACRED ASYLUM (A song about futility)

Lately
My cell phone by my bed
Despite my aching head
Just in case you call
Like so many times before
My throbbing skull
Cannot comprehend
The stark reality
That you never will
Fear is a demon
I’m as sick as my secrets
Today I conquered fear
Your demon flees me now
I’m done with false hope
Definitely
At the end of my rope
Such passionate poetry
Flowing words of depth
Bouncing off indifference
Wasted on hypocrisy
How foolish of me girl
What the hell was I thinking?
As if I were drinking
But far too late to sober up
Dancing in the moonlight
Dreaming by the fire
Humanity
So selfish
Driven by desire
It’s not about the money
Success
No power trips
My soul seeks completion
I need a safe place to hide
Sacred asylum
Void of plasticity
Futility
Pantomime humility
No coincidence my friend
That vain
Rhymes with pain…….


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

SECOND CHANCES

Pieces of you
Pieces of me
Possibly a “we”
Joined by common interests
Forced separation
Crossroads are traumatic
At times
A perfect meld
So much wasted passion
Far too many lost second chances
Focus on sincerity
Slowly crush the fear
Keeping love so near

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

WOODSTOCK

My soul
Still adolescent
My body
Aging rapidly
My spirit
Free
When I allow it to be
Unencumbered
Still seeking harmony
Quite simply
I’m amazed
Living preordained destiny
Despite my numbered days
Woodstock
Forty years along
Much more than an event
To me
A burning bush
It taught me to express
My deepest true essence
To seek my music muse
Artistic creativity
Social disengagement
“Establishment” distrusts
Lore of vain protest
Chills still dance along my spine
When Hendrix serenades
When Janis cries the blues
When Alvin Lee
Rips “I’m going home”
Call it what you wish my friends
Agree
Or dismiss
Three days of peace and music
August 1969
Forever changed my being
Set my heart afire
And never forget
Stay away from the brown acid
Peace…….



© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009