The Race

I’m running a race between a bullet and the carcinoma
Telling ugly truths from the pulpit of a concert stage
Won’t have to face the aftermath of my derision
No time, there’s no time left, no time left to waste.

I hardly believed what I heard from the doctor
Can’t be my time yet to go away
Guess all those years of livin’ hard
Had a price after all to pay, a mighty price to pay.

So let me tell you child, what knowledge I have gleaned
There’s no one worth your pity and no one worth your hate
No one who needs your bullet, no one who needs your fist
Everyone needs your hand, everyone needs your love.

I’m running a race between a bullet and the carcinoma
Telling ugly truths from the pulpit of a concert stage
Won’t have to face the aftermath of my derision
No time, there’s no time left, no time left to waste.

The talking heads on your screen sure love their voice
Sayin’ what they will to get attention, all the hard emotions
Crank up the volume on their spittle, the volume on their rage
I cry to see the crowds they gather round.

Look closely at what they’re pitching and find the meat inside
Don’t stop on your first reaction, keep thinking for yourself
Is he asking you out of greed, appealing to your fear
Or is she asking you out of optimism, hope and love?

Tribes don’t matter
Clans don’t matter
States don’t matter
Countries don’t matter
Religions don’t matter

People… people… people matter

Now I’m running a race between a bullet and the carcinoma
Telling ugly truths from the pulpit of a concert stage
Won’t have to face the aftermath of my derision
No time, there’s no time left, no time left to waste.

Remember, you’re what matters and you’ve got no time to waste.

You cannot know me

[Haven’t posted a new poem in a while…]

You cannot know me
You cannot breach the wall
Of the Universe which
Separates me from you

A camel is more likely to
Sashay through a needle’s eye
No words shouted loudly or
Seared into another’s skin

Confusion sadly is part and parcel
Questions go unanswered
Philosophical investigations trail
Off unto nothingness and always will

You cannot know me
Men and women, tine after tine
Have spent their lengthy lives
Wasted in contemplation

What can you know?
What do you see and hear?
What are you able to do?
What do you feel deep within?