Poems

human judgments

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 21:42:00 GMT

“The tendency to turn human judgments into divine commands makes religion one of the most dangerous forces in the world.”

Georgia Harkness

50 years ago today Martin Luther King

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 22:13:00 GMT

Taylor Mali on what teachers make

Gonzo the Great — Sun, 10 Jun 2007 00:30:00 GMT

cLiCk

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The old man

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 09 Feb 2007 23:50:00 GMT

Long lost memories that he will
Never see again.
He tries to comprehend
In the mist and rolling fog
Why no one sits beside him.
He stares at the graves
Reads all the names
Family is gone and
He is all alone.
As a tear rolls down his cheek
Shaky if he speaks
He hears laughter, remembers joy
Only as a little boy
He dies alone.

Carry me

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:49:00 GMT

LnK

Secrets

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 20:54:00 GMT

Everyone has at least one secret,
That no one knows about,
Just because someone has a secret,
Doesn't mean they want you to know.
A secret's a secret,
You don't have to tell anyone,
It's yours not theirs.

Books

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 27 Oct 2006 22:38:00 GMT

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There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!

Memory Of A Free Festival

Gonzo the Great — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 22:31:00 GMT

The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our hands
It was God's land
It was ragged and naive
It was Heaven

Touch, We touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love
upon a white balloon
And fly it from 
the topest top of all the tops 
That man has pushed beyond his brain
Satori must be something 
just the same

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through 
the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And We walked back to the road, unchained

The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party

Listen and Buy

Fear Ye Not

Gonzo the Great — Sat, 09 Sep 2006 21:30:00 GMT

Fear ye not my wee one, fear ye not.
The dream you had was not for thee,
coming from a distant shore
a tempest wild blew it astray.
Fear ye not, for now a calm has come,
her bearings set, she has left your safe harbor,
to find one to her liking. Fear ye not not my wee
lass, fear ye not. Your Daddy's arms will
keep you safe from harm. So sleep ye now
my little one, for fear has gone...
Remember now what I say: For if you ever
have another soon it will go away;
Fear ye not...

I am alive - I guess -

Gonzo the Great — Fri, 11 Aug 2006 21:09:00 GMT

I am alive -- I guess --
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory --
And at my finger's end --

The Carmine -- tingles warm --
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth -- it blurs it --
Physician's -- proof of Breath --

I am alive -- because
I am not in a Room --
The Parlor -- Commonly -- it is --
So Visitors may come --

And lean -- and view it sidewise --
And add "How cold -- it grew" --
And "Was it conscious -- when it stepped
In Immortality?"

I am alive -- because
I do not own a House --
Entitled to myself -- precise --
And fitting no one else --

And marked my Girlhood's name --
So Visitors may know
Which Door is mine -- and not mistake --
And try another Key --

How good -- to be alive!
How infinite -- to be
Alive -- two-fold -- The Birth I had --
And this -- besides, in -- Thee!

Emily Dickinson

Speed of time