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CRY a Someling: a soul fears Death 

CRY a Someling: a soul fears Death 

10 Oct 2016 Written 1968

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SONG of a SOMELING

CRY A SOMELING

 

 

 

 

 

SONG  OF A SOMELING

IS a cry in art

for fear of LIFE

FEAR of stoning

the stab of a KNIFE

IN each of us is part of the SOMELING

(3)

MUSIC comes by

and whispers with SHY

SWEET notes of comfort

some good comes

no need to DIE

 

EACH DAY drives BY

IN the SOMELING’S EYE

HERE come the sticks

and licks of the desert

as rabid men TRY

to pound on one GUY

 

 

 

 

 

I talked to the SOMELINGS

and in some minds there is

song-wisdom and sweet soaring

and in other minds there is

tattered tears and the salt-wine of

of humanity

long song winding sounds

frothing in the sadness

of the sprawling morning.

(4)

from the mouth of the SOMELINGS

is the story won

 

 

 

 

is the spark fed to the POET

deed of the SOMELING

fed as ONE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

is the spark fed to the POET

deed of the SOMELING

fed as ONE.

THOSE who are not SOMELINGS

are the SHORT side of MAN

a failure to UNDERSTAND

we each are born

to command

a TALENT to give back

BEAUTY TO MAN

 

THE SOMELING is a rising

a stumbling,  a scourge

with the urge

 

TO GIVE us all

the BEAUTY

 

 

From the sun-food mouth of the world

sewn spews the SOMELING

sun-food spews the SOMELING

spews him from the masses

if spark crushed leaves him mired,

the spark fed

is salvation in its own.

(6)

those who are not SOMELINGS

are the strength and curse of MAN

and in the SOMELING is a failing

and a stumbling and a scourge

and a rising and a GLORY

that makes up for the REST!

(7)

PAINT me in the scant sky

and let me unwind

to fill in the spaces

with human self acceptance

shoring the weakness of men

with self understanding.

(8)

I see the WIND SONG world around me

melt into a SONG

but the seconds that tick

on the cosmic clock

are a century LONG

we lost at  EDEN

and SURGE to

Bring back beauty to our LAND

 

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