Sense of Giving

Living is giving
Seeding gives more than gifts
and giving
Dear Heart
Show me da way
Giving love and life
Giving
Sharing in health and death
Giving
Some will lack though they hack
Giving
Some will have though they halve
Giving

The sense of living
is the essence in giving
The chance to give...
It's da song of Da Sage
The sense of giving
is the essence of life
The quest to share...
It's da tap into Deep Age

Living is giving
Seething damns more than fists
and fighting
Love to live
Then love to give
By Jove, hums Da Sage...
Give for living
Live for giving
Give as you live
Give while you live
and watch your giving grow!

Another Slang...

We have our ways
and a way
It is in the words and chords
as we weave our day
sans hay
Probes and proverbs
Traps and trappings
con and coinage
we vote the code
but rote in voyage

Oh, to lift the masses
Ah, to serve the grassroots
The sling game:
Poverty Allegation
Oh no, it's Eradication
Well, why not Reduction
as da bridge between

The slang game
Passion, tension,recession
Mission, vision, deception
Then, the master-speak
of tense and nonsense:
Da Dividends of Democracy
C'est cloak and dagger
as in Demon-crazy, alas

Now, dear counter
the slang be new and screw:
Emergency, Emergency, Emergency!
Patriots... and...Parrots on cue!!

Debt To The World

My joy of knowing
is the pain of owing
I owe my town
My joy of learning
be the pain of knowing
I owe my clan
The joy of to-ing
is the pain of fro-ing
Never enough
ever so tough
towers and troughs
I owe my soul
The joy of living
be da pain of loving
Always needing
sometimes needling
plenty to gain
I owe da WORLD!

Our Main Clue

Down in the tiny twists
are mighty hints
and sprawling ways
of most
I up for ups
and hop not down
with hops

Up in the misty swings
are many pegs
and hinting sways
for most
I train for strains
and step not down
in chains

You can read or knead
as you learn each creed
You may kiss or hiss
as you hit each miss
But the key, oh scout
is to stay silent
in tow

Memory

Nature. And we be made
Who wears
Nurture. We are being made
Who tears
Whether of plant or mammal
same sun, same water, same winds
Same, same.....same
Whether of male or female
same trails, same trials, same taps
Same, same.....same
Nature. And we be made
Culture. We are one
Future. We be then MADE!

Floating Abroad

Clever leader
You bought your loss
to sell our gain
What a float!
Clever leader
You sold our vote
to buy your note
What a float!
Forever leader
They've torn da sales
to sail their boat
What a spider-float!

Minimalism

2007. We head for space
throttle ahead, spin and jet
expanding space
by
exploiting and exploring space
or vice versa

2027. We know space
by showing space
as
friend and trend
not choke or poke

2020. The space between
be sure
our min-max allure
More space and pace
will let space
be space

High Tides

The voice of my story
will tell its tale
Look me in the face
Tell me you are true
And the tale will flow

The heat in my heart
will bear its task
Look me in the eye
Show me you are clear
And the tears will glow

The tip of my iceberg
will crush the fake
Tempt me in my dream
Thrill me in your stream
And the seas will beam

Waves be my day
Come ride
Waves be my way
Don't hide
Waves, waves, away

The tale in my voice
will pitch its tone
The heart in my heat
will set its beat
Take me in your hand
Lead me to your land
And our souls be ONE!

Free Balance

Ask God what you believe
Task man when you believe
Fault none when you deceive
Find ways how to retrieve
Hold high what you conceive
Count stars when you achieve...
da gain!

Stringing The Stretch

Make my memories
the mystery of highs
I will master metres
Make my misery
the mutters in hype
I will master tedium
Make my entry
the meaning of grit
I will muster history
Make da 'morrow
the measure of now
I will master legend

My August Dream

Bursting with life to-dawn
Gushing no lines of hype
There is a season this day
da first light of August
my moon of precious dreams
Welcome!

Bring me friends
that fend for freedom
so fiends have no say
Goad me on
to love my nation
so loot will not pay
Grant me heart
that lives in honour
so dreams may take hold
Welcome!

As you come, Dear August
bring me a chair
so we can rock and rock
Find me gems
that fit real labour
so fakes get no harbour
Tell me tales that edify
show me maps that magnify
and sell me da deal

As we deal, this autumn
lead me, alas
Teach me
Train me
Tend me in measures and mind
Make me be strong
that I may serve
Take me to tips
that mirrors can't trip
Welcome!

A nation be nation
or notion
I want mine to hold
A nation be passion
or passe
I love mine to pose
Shake my nation
that it may function
so patriots hold da reins
Shape my this home
that it be haven
so da heavens may joy, at last
Welcome!

Bursting and gushing with zest
I dream no evil
Rearing and gearing to give
I dream sweet hurry
Come, Dear August
come home with rain
Be my known and august guest
day, week and month
Be my task and veneer-mark
year, year and year
Be key when they lock
and cheese when I bake
Be tough when I doubt
and swell I rout
Then, answer the truth
as be asked of time:
Am I worthy?
Yes, says AUGUST...
I've made you so!

Frailties, Fantasies and Foibles

I fan no-one who fritters good food
They shun their mama's pot
I fault no soul who squanders sure power
They burn da people's vote
I slander not, tamper not
For they owe self their shelf
in screaming shades

Rocking and swinging in fantasies
there be no limits to range
Riding and swimming with hit frailties
there be strange hubris abroad
Raving and swanking in more foibles
there is high messing around

We fret, everyone alike
We fail, anyone, alas
We hold same space
sport like genes
smell them gas
that send some sane, some gaga

I can't create who will ruin than rule
But I note
I can't create who will loot than lead
But I vote
I won't take home da King of Fools
We've got a pool back there
I shan't make fun of Souls-in-Chains
We've lost a haul too much

I know what I know
You sow what you sow
We tip what we heap
Lave them alone...pain not alone
For, each soul has a low

Tricky Cut

Though the forest
be zest
and crest...
Let deserts be
Though the ocean
be nest
and quest...
Let rivers be
Though the heavens
be high
and nigh...
Let mortals make
da painful choice

Link and Stay

The stars speak to me
above the clouds
The clouds clang in me
beyond the stars
The combine
is a combo
This complex story
be long and soaring

I am the subject
the singing
and the song
I am tomorrow
TODAY!

Native Lines

Mother Village
What do they do in Town
I rear to go
I hear the tale
Mother Village, bear me aloft

Father Village
How do they play in Town
I dread to go
I heard the gales
Father Village, gird me a loin

Village or Town a people love
Sages and Clowns a people have
Teach me Dear Mother
Keep me Oh Father...
In Village or Town

Milestone

To leave or to live
Not a question
sure da puzzle
To live and to leave
Hail the passion
damn da muzzle
To leave and to live
What a season
damn da treason
To heave your relief
be a patriot
ride da chariot

Sure Cream

2007
There is a stream
in my dream
The world need not dim
There is a cream
in my rim
The world need not scream
There is a team
with the vim
The worst not to deem

2007
There is da steam
and stream
My dream makes me scream
There is da cream
to redeem
The best, yes, to deem

Motions and Emotions

Drive, don't dive
This veil hides the highways
and the deep dark seas
Drive for love, drive with love

Dive as motion, not emotions
This key keeps da meaning
and ya sweet measures
Dive with love, not at love

Watch and catch, be not a rhyme
It is story, it is song
Face da race is not a tale
It is reason, it be real

Listen to the Sailing Sage:
Be in love, be of pace and pant
Be on to capture as be captured
in ya drive to da Summit of LOVE.

If you read the tabloids and yellow press these days, there is no mistaking the meaning and meanness of love. Splashed with verve, venom and vim you are served hot, sizzling , snazzy and suffocating stuff. And it pays! It pays players and peepers, at once. Amazing.

If you watch the soaps, there is little left to imagine anymore! Mean-Street is merging quite lustily, even lusciously, with Main-Street. And there be no qualms, no outrage, alas!

Yet, dear trifler, LOVE makes da WORLD!!!

Policing DEATH

If life, all life, be gem

police it

If man, all man, be germ

arrest him

As in all sane zones

keep strays in check:

Death be astray right here

Guide it, guard it

Death be a-roam right now

Tame it, shame it

Set it not on fake drugs

or killer-roads

Gift it not our infant souls

or prime brains

Shoot down stigmas

be truly nice...be nature-sweet

Let light be light and fuel be fuel

Police death, and slow-sure demise

by a "kill-or-capture" order...

on POVERTY!

This is the season of unprecedented catastrophe around the world that no-one is immune anymore. As we see day and night, our leaders are hardly up to speed in supplying and securing us...for da good life!

But the business, this business, is for us all.

With disasters, destruction, desecration and depression as base, DEATH is not kidding at all. It prowls!