Gregory K Nelson

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

May you bow to no God,
But live in the heart of Sadness.
May you Fear no Enemy
From Without or Within.
May you Grow and Try harder,
Climb Higher,
Each Moment
And Sleep
The Sleep
Of a Babe.
May you Be.
May you Love and Be Loved, and
Love harder Each Moment.
May you Die and
Die the Death of a Babe.
And then Live to Love More.
Amen.

I'm an atheist, but sometimes I pray anyway.

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

The Eternally Edged Sword

Memory is an eternally edged sword
to grip and do battle for the one True principal:
Certainty is the enemy of the Good.
Amen.

enemyofcertainty.blogspot.com

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

Love Life

Well its three o'clock in the morning,
And I'm on the streets again.
Bought me some cigarettes,
I think I'll try and meet some new friends.

Good evening America,
I think I'll buy another round.
I've been high for three days straight,
I don't feel like coming down.

Girl, I like the way you move,
Why can't we dance all night?
You got that New Orleans thing groovin',
You must admit, it does feel right.

     But sally said, "What do you know about my love life?
     "What do you know about when I'm not around?
     "What do you know about my love life?"
     I said, "C'mon girl, what could possibly go wrong?"

Girl, you know I'm gonna live forever,
I don't care if its against the rules.
I will buy me a spaceship,
Pack it full of fools.

Look out Sally,
You better duck your pretty head.
That man ain't coming back,
I do believe that he is dead.

C'mon Sally,
Why don't we slip away.
All we need is some way
We could change the whole world some day.

Now its four o'clock in the morning,
And I'm on the streets again.
Bought me some cigarettes,
I think I'll try and meet some new friends.

Good evening America,
I think I'll buy another round.
I've been high for three days straight,
I don't feel like coming down.

Hey Girl!  Girl, hey.
Hey hey ...

- 2009

live from my bedroom: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_-CoygRPpE

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

Battle Between Generations (a belated Mother's Day card)

SON:  (looking over her shoulder at the screen)  "When you 'like' something its like you're in a group conversation and in your mind you approve of something.  You know like when you like what somebody said but you just nod.  The 'like' click is like a little nod but now you know everyone can see.  Zuckerberg is a genius.  He intellectualized group social dynamics and stuck it up on a computer screen."

MOM:  (annoyed) "But why do these people want to be friends with me?  I don't even know them."

SON:  "The computer knows they're friends of friends ..."

MOM:  "Well that's creepy.  That's not right."

SON:  "They're not trying to sell you insurance, Mom."

MOM:  "There is something wrong about this.  I feel it in my bones."

The SON rolls his eyes, but then reconsiders and makes a little face like she might be right.  Then he continues to peer over her shoulder at the laptop screen.  He loves her.

THE END

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

A Hawk In The Hurricane

A gentle breeze of warmth pushes pleasant,
freakishly normal, but a smack on the water
builds waves that grow older and stronger.
You feel it all soft behind your eyes.

But there is always something missing
that on more cigarette can't fix.
There is always one bird flying
who just can't find the right sticks

to stand on, to launch from, to rise and
fight the world, so he glided circles
as Lady Hurricane approached.
He flew tired, then he flew more.

I opened the door to our house in Connecticut
in the red mist after Sandy and looked up, and
watched him ramble.  "The Hawk in the Hurricane."
There he was circling, as if to prove his strength.

And when those boys and girls were murdered in Newtown,
just down the road,
I thought of him
like he was a good thing.
Brave enough to stand and be a bad omen.
A crucifix with wings.

Innocent boys and girls are gone now.
Turned into a show we watch on TV.
But that is natural to life in this century,
so there's policy and argument
and my eyes turn back
to my own
endless circle
with an end.

Happiness makes a subtle appearance as just a humble breath,
a deli sandwich, as sun that peaks around the old windows.
And sees me,
invites a squint,
rises,
sets,
and then comes back.

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

The Final Analysis

In the final analysis
I want folks to think I'm a good guy.

It is a child's dream,
But
It is better than being a bad guy.

Gregory K Nelson May 2013

A **** ***** Joke

From the Northwest corner I caught you trying
to hide the outline of your ambush
in the outline of the moon.

But I spied you careless, *******.
Fate is these next two moments
before I pump you full of death.

That middle moment is beyond me,
so bend your knee and confront the ****
***** Joke some call "free will."

And pretty please love me anyway.
We never could have changed places,
But I still hurt the same as you do.
I sweat and **** ashamed.
I hug my Mommy tightly,
trip,
stand up,
and still play to win the game.

This poem is meant to explore the contradictions in the concept of "free will" through assassin imagery.