The moon turned 'round
And showed its dark side.
It fell and splintered
Into six billion sparks
Which littered the
Roadway, a Milky Way
Of asphalt.

I drove through its
Demise, red tail lights
gleaming as it fell.
I thought it was

Rain.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

poetry. folded into my back
pocket marooned pages are
left frayed and friable like
leaves on the bottom
of a teacup

poetry. stancion of
formed glass emptied of
its torch by breakage
each shard a grain
of obsidian
sand

poetry. lamp of a great
beast structure struggling to
find its way through the labyrinth
Minotaur myths blackness
camera obscura to a feast of souls
who's meat is dusty tomes
skeletons in tombs
choking on their crusts of
parchment owls


i am poetry. all of these
am i. a paper soul clipped
from an origami bird's wing
frayed like a homemade
leaf but never

empty


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage

Idk, but it seems to me this site may be going insane. It drives my wee android computer crazy!! Is a crash on the horizon? I'm moving my poetry to a stable place. I've tried to reach Eliot. Nothing. Oh, well.

I suggest Allpoetry. Excellent.


💔 Catherine

We are barely civil.
In fact it's a war!
I'm about ready now
To knock you to the floor!

I'm a blue-clad Yankee.
You're grey-Johnny Reb.
This fight may not be over
Til one red heart 💔 is dead!

Chorus
Collateral damage, Civil War
Please don' you come 'round no more!
No lady here, no gentleman
Was it just a one-year stand?
Call it Providence or Fate,
All that's left of love is hate.

We don't square off in a duel
We wait in the weeds!
Each of us a Devil's tool
We shoot until we bleed!

You the caustic sarcasm
Me the Samurai tongue
We won't bend, but in the end
Which of us has won??.

Chorus



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Icarus and Daedalus
On an isle of Doom
Decided they should blow the joint
Before they were in tombs.

That bad ol' Minotaur
Was lookin' for the men
He had a real heavy-duty
Raging jones for them!

But, upon that island
They looked out on an ocean grey
They made themselves wings
Of down & wax
So they could fly away!

Now Daedalus, the wiser man,
Did not soar up high,
But his fool son Icarus
Decided he would try!

Proudly he flapped!
By pride was trapped
Within his aspirations
He was preening, overweaning
Arrogant apparition!

To the sun charioteer, Apolo
He was a little speck
The sun melted his candle
Right down to the wick!

Down, down, down
The young fool went!
There, for all to see!
But is it not
Like our own thought?
A lot like you & me?

So if you're frustrated with
Your progress
Fussing on and kvitching
If you can't handle
Your own candle...


... stay out of the kitchen!.


SoulSurvivor
2022

pale
          petals
                 falling
             down

into
            the factories
                 of the towns

the petals
sweat, the
small ones
swoon

in the
sweltering          
month          
of June

petals
here today,
gone too soon

these
flowers will not
release their seed

ice fingers
touch them
and they bleed.

under tyranny
they groan - evil
works small
bodies
to the bone.

mutilated
maimed and
worse

pale, scarcely living
with this curse.

little babies
scarcely six

behind walls
of grey-green brick

cutting fabric
making toyz
for all first world
girlz and boyz.

you can purchase
on the floors
of many touted
Big-Box stores.

You know the ones,
boyz and girls!

We welcome you to

WALLY-WORLD!!.

When you hold up a heart
you hold up the world. 🌎💗


SoulSurvivor
2022

I am a dear "friend" of yours
Yes, you know me well
If you know my name or not
Only time will tell.

There's a rave that's going on
A place that I have found
Kids! You need to go there!
Tho it's 6 feet underground...

All dressed up? Ready to go?
I tell you... it's a blast!
You won't know it's a furnace
And the pain will always last.......

There's party treats for everyone!
Maggots are just grand!
There's no food or water
But there's a Mega Band!

Come! We're getting closer!
And I have a hunch
That you won't mind the sulfur
No, you won't mind the stench

What's that noise, you ask me?
Oh... it's not what it seems!
Those are the amped-up guitars
NOT a-g-o-n-i-z-e-d screeeeams!

Don't mind the cuts & scratches
Don't mind all the flies
Don't mind that I am uglier
I'm losing my disguise...

Oh, are you uncomfortable?
Is it getting HOT in here?
Well, sorry, there ain't any punch
Much less any beer...

Yes, it IS most very DARK
It's very black and dank
Are you having trouble breathing?
Is the odor getting rank?

Ah! Now you see the lava
Is leaving your desire?
Sorry, your ticket was one-way
To the burning lake of fire...

Yes, regret's your portion
For your soul you did sell
You'll be here e--t--e--r--n--a--l--l--y

I Welcome You to Hell.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/28/2016

Pain is both a pesticide
and growth hormone

It is necessary for all growing things
but not even the bugs like it!


SoulSurvivor
2022

What makes a person happy?
What makes them feel depressed?
We all have our hardship
Our trials and our tests.
Whatever can a person do?
You must be baffled, so confess!
What makes a Christian joyous?
Bringing peace and rest?

I have a suggestion.
It makes my heart sing!
There's no doubt about it!
Get to know The King!



SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Light shuffles to my window
Muttering and weaving
Its breath is heaving
Derelict dawn
Yawns for lack of sleep
The sun slept
In a cardboard box
And now creeps out
Bleary eyed
Tired of begging
To pay for the bottle
Of Thunderbird
That will help it taste the day
It's creating.

Del Sol wears the
Solar flares like
Shrouds, the
Spiritual blindness
Of Jim Jones
Talking the earth
And its world
Of living things
To drink in the
Lemon Kool-Aid
Of light.

The only existing
Elixir to the
Ones tired to the
Marrow is
The drink of
Darkness.


Its breath
The beer
Which tells
The sober
It has
Drunk
Its
Fill.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Blighted ideals
Dark and sticky tar
They tell us how to think and act 🎬
They think themselves a Star!🌟

They ascend to the heights!
A chimneysweep of soot
They on Hollywood Boulevard
They are underfoot 👣

People like a Robot 🤖
Should give starships a Cruise
But when any star goes nova
It's a lookout world 🌎

YOU LOSE.👎👎

Let me tune my fiddle 🎻
Rosen up my bow
I'm gonna play some music 🎶
This is how it goes...

A puglistic apology
A puce, cerulean green
A typical singularity
A misanthropic preen
A conjoined polarity
A char woman queen
Simian anthropology
Avian submarine....

I owe you an apology
I really must come clean
I could play words for hours
But this is what I mean:

I'm truly playing music 🎶
As all true poets know
The paper is my violin 🎻
And my pen's my bow!


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Let's get down to
The meaning of words

NOT SUPERFICIALITIES!


SoulSurvivor
2022
[10W]

I hobble hunched
I used to walk
I shuffle, once I ran.
I mumble where
I used to speak
An eloquent woman.

Yesterday, my birthday.
Today it is a test.
The future is a mystery
Til I am laid to rest.

Each day is a struggle
But it could be worse
I'd be depraved
And be unsaved
Traveling in a

HEARSE.

There is a Queen of Dreamland.
She's strange, so be prepared!
It's an odd world she lives in,
black snow hangs in the air
We ain't ever getting older
Is what the folk say there...
They have photo albums
Perched upon the stairs
Sunglasses for the moonlit stars...
They can't stand the glare!
They love wine colored curtains
So just be aware!

Yes, they wear the sunglasses
because they hate the dark.
They'll run into a
tree's marble trunk
While walking in the park!

The Queen herself is rather plain.
Much like a sparrow bird.
Wearing brownish sackcloth,
I know that sounds absurd!
She has skin that's red from the chafing
But she never says a word.
Her portrait is a painting,
From it her song is heard!

There's shouting from deserted crowds
A snowflake in her eye
There's air within the oceans
And water in the sky.

So while you're in your consciousness
Be sure to meet the Queen
Be dazzled by her beauty
For it is her greatest dream!

A Patriarch in Faraway land
Had sons who were at odds.
Both wanted father's favor
So this king would laud
They both raced for fortune,
So he wanted them to PLOD.
He wanted them HUMBLE
So he asked of God...

The Prophet he petitioned
Spake, "Give each a horse.
Of great heart and lineage,
Which can stay the course.

Equines brave and stalwart,
When they first begin,
But they must not finish!
The slowest horse will win!

And so the father did this.
He gave each a steed.
Each a Highborn thoroughbred
Dam Triple Crown seed!
He told his sons the riddle,
They were perplexed indeed!

But for his land and all his gold
They set out on their "race"
But soon it was quite obvious
The end would not take place!

They both stood in water
A river coursed its way
They were going to stop there.
No Brave Horse held sway!
Neither lad knew what to do!
Neither black nor dappled Grey
Would cross that cursed Finish Line!
So they began to pray...

The Prophet came up right away
And told them what to do.
As they both heard the simple answer
They knew it to be true!
They rode off as chased by fire!
A HELLBENT race ensued!!

WHAT HAPPENED??

Frigid
Like an ice sculpture
In the bowels
of Pluto.
An iceberg in
a fjord.
Yet Having
no more substance
than an armature.
A windchime
of liquid nitrogen.

Gusty ghosts whistle
in harmony with the
shuddering of
Aurora Borialis.

Hunkered down
with no more
means than
a pocket
full of
metal
shavings.

A derelict who
has pushed
his shopping cart
all the way to
the point of
no return.

Now he sits
begging so
he'll have
enough to
hobble hunched.
To be a
high wire.


To
rattle
and
hum.

5                   5
0.                  0
2.                  2
Bad Gateway
5.                  5
0.                  0
2.                  ­2

502 Bad
G.               a
T                  e
W.               a
Y 502 Bad
5
0
2

A Peregrine Falcon circled the vast expanse of grounds surrounding the huge manse in Old Pasadena. It soared, looking for a favorable tree to land upon. Rabbit hunting. The bunnies loved to crop the grass growing on the expansive lawns.

The bright wind played windchimes of the leaves of the trees, a lilting, rustling sound barely heard above the birdsong of midmorning in Pasadena. A normal morning in every way. But not for Sir Arthur Barrett. Nor his murderer.
   Lord Arthur's heels beat a tattoo on the Persian rug in his library. His hands first scattered the pieces of the puzzle he'd been working on, then grasped at his throat, constricted as it was by the plastic bag stretched across his face and neck. The muffled sound barely heard over the cacophony of birds...

---  

   The old mansion where Lord Arthur met his violent demise was named Puzzle Tree Mansion, in part by the many Puzzle Trees growing on its property, but that was not the only reason. The entire mansion was a puzzle.
Every room of it. Each had a secret. A false bottom drawer. A secret passageway. You even had to solve a riddle to work the bidets in the bathrooms! In short, it was a puzzle, within a riddle, within a conundrum. Sir Arthur had loved it that way. He had, in his lifetime been a writer of mysteries. The author of arguably the most popular American mystery... The Monkey
Puzzle Box.

All you people on the street
Going through hard times
You don't have enough to eat
You see, and yet you're blind

America, America 🇺🇸
Once beautiful and strong
America, America
What is going wrong?

All you people filled with fear
Stricken by disease
You're now aware.it is clear
You're dying by degrees.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you know you're ruled?
America, America
You're vaccinated fools

On your dark and dangerous trip
You try to find a way
But your golden crown has slipped
It's time for you to pray!

America, America 🇺🇸
You have lost your might
America, America
You had better fight!

With your nostalgic memories
You live in the past
Your great time is history
You knew is couldn't last.

America, America 🇺🇸
How you loved your gold.
America, America
Now you're getting old.

America,  America 🇺🇸
You've gone to the left
America, America
You will be bereft.

America, America 🇺🇸
You have played the part
America, America
You have lost your heart.

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you  know I live?
America, America
I can still forgive!

America, America 🇺🇸
Don't you think it's odd?
America, America
You must again seek God.


Write of Passage aka
SoulSurvivor
Written 2007
Rewritten 2022

What you want
Is so expensive
You are caught
By what you see 💍

There are things
You cannot pay for
Greed grows not
The money tree 🌳

The peace you seek
Is not in wealthy living
You're only dying
By degrees... 💀

There's only one way
To be joyous
Living by the
Lord's decrees  📖

So read your Bible!
It is in there!
Then, at last
You will be FREE! ✝️

I am a soil
Which has no inhalation.

I am an exhale
Waiting for breath

I am twigs
Drenched in dew.

I am stones
A skull. Death.

But I will live in a
green thatch again.

I have what
It needs.

I have the sun
And rain

I just need seed.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

I have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021

Is white a color? ♡
Is white a race?
Aryan? Caucasian?
Color of the South's disgrace?
The color of pure snow? ❄
The color of lace?
Is it a newborn lamb?
The color of my face?

No.

If you take every color
And project them as you do
Let people see the TRUTH
Let the light shine through.

That's the color white.
You'll find that instead
If you take off the skin from any race

You'll see the color RED

The earth is like a rainbow
You lie, but know it's true
God painted every color
Why can't me and  YOU?


SoulSurvivor
2022

I have the sampler HOME SWEET HOME
I've heard the words. It's clear.
Heard many people say it,
And shed many a tear.
I've tasted sweetness in the world,
Made many people dear
I've tried to make do on this earth
But my home isn't here.

I've heard refrains of Homeworld
I've been before its breeze,
The symphonic swelling peaks of hope
Well beyond the trees.
Will you help me get a glimpse?
Oh, God, will you please?
I'm tired of the poverty,
Hate, war, and disease!

If i could please just tell folks
Of its wondrous sights!
Not ever seeing want, despair
In this endless night!
Places redolent of rainbows
Refraction of the light!
Peak pure joy perpetually!
Happiness at height!

The slender, supple blossoming
Of lillies! Endless spring!
Of roses, buxom! Burgeoning!
And peonies which sing!
The dew never leaves them,
And bring a brilliant bling
There is a pleasant mist here,
Water falls and pings!

Such a spectrum! Endless!
Colors never seen
On the perch'd parrots
Which parody & preen.
Leaves which never leave the trees
Jeweled amethyst, NOT GREEN!!

I confess I've dreamt it.
Pellucid water's depths.
Though I've never seen it.
I confess I've wept.

Oh, God, let me be swept

From this place of hardship.
From this place of pain.
A place of passion's sorrow
And polluted rain
To a place so endless...
No horizon's on its plain!

Here's the place of perfect peace,
The place where angels roam
This is NOT a place of Pilgrimage...

Heaven is my HOME


SoulSurvivor
Aka Write of Passage

Silence is a golden cage hung in the Palaces of privilege.

Silence is a creeping thing lying in wait in the passage of the passive.

Silence is mortal. When it dies it does not produce immortality, only a dead cold grave.

The immortal speak up!

The Immortal have words!

They are armor piercing rounds. Hollow point bullets which rip into full bellies.
The bellies of those who don't have guts.
The bellies of the faceless...

                              ... and the silent


SoulSurvivor
Aka Write of Passage

Noah weeps
His face is the Arroyo of the desert
His hands have a stigmata
of splinters torn
from building his enormous ship.
His feet stand between the
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Charybdis and Scylla

The children of his future *****
have drowned in doctrine,
the animals he carefully chose
and placed in his craft's stalls
gone extinct.

He weeps bitter gall
and vinegar.
Hardened by hubris
his future progeny posture.
Poetry is the psalm of the
posers, the ocean
only a place of
plastic shoals.

You place the ark in a bottle.

Hold fast, ye ship of fools!
Stay your course.
You're trapped by your
own nets...

Lie in the sea you sprawl out
for others.

Your brine dungeon
awaits.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

My feet are shod in molded clay,
My legs wear tattered gowns.
My arms wear green, torn and frayed,
My head a golden crown.

The roots of flowers twine my toes,
A serpent guards an tongue.
I am a maid with many woes,
I'm neither old nor young.

Gravity doth hold me fast,
The dragon in his lair,
I am mortal... yes! Alas!
I long to fly through air!

Looking up to silken skies
Stitched by silver birds,
I hope, I pray, I soon will rise,
That my song is heard!

Free me from this weighted earth!
A wing'd horse to become,
I'll fly this light filled universe
The harp of stars to strum.

Off to the constellations,
I'll forget the place I've knelt,
I'll sip from the Big Dipper
And cinch Orion's Belt


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
2022

Healings sway lives
from greying flesh
To a tone whole and refreshed.

There's the sound
of heaven's refrain
Where once there was
a world of pain

To get a healing first receive
It can be done if you believe!

The ear perceives the eye is lit
Flesh is sewn and bones are knit!

Jesus came to heal our land
Cancer bows at His command!

So doctors are asking for a clue
As to what has healed you!

You can tell them it's not odd

Who healed you?  Almighty God!!

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12 24 2021

A million people drinking
Their lemon-flavored tea
A billion bottles floating
Upon a poisoned sea

Within each bottle there's a note
To peeps who find the plastic shell
It's just a slip of paper
From the manufacturer from hell.

The water pipes in
old Detroit
Are poisoning kids dead
Because the linings have worn off
And underneath
was lead

Pollution will run
Red as blood
The sun as black as coal
While the fat cats
Who caused it
Relax on sandy shoals.

How can we prevent this?
Is Recycling the way?
Hasn't helped much
That I can see

I prefer to PRAY


SoulSurvivor
November 2021

The one black hair
That WE create
The truth which
We manipulate
We try to
control our fate
Kings and queens
Lie in state!
We believe that
We are great
Brother, we
HALLUCINATE!

We think we can
Build up... repair
The termites nest
The spider's lair
The web of which
We are aware
Beneath our skulls
Pate brown or fair
No matter how
We wish or care

We can't make white
one black hair.


SoulSurvivor
November 2021

have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...

Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone

And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...



SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
3/18/2021

Could racial tension be more soft?
Could the heavy fast more oft?
Could we feed the poor to eat less?
Could Wall Street be more generous?
Does Hollywood need humility?
Could the prisoners be set free?
Could we be thrifty? Leave our stuff?
Leave our Lexus... take the bus?
Does not healing sway at least?
Could we end war... at last have peace?
Could we throw in the boxing glove?
Leave hatred be to find true love?

Jesus went alone to pray
We could sure use this today.
We would leave iniquity
The deaf would hear. The blind would see.

Maybe we'd leave pain and strife
Maybe have eternal life
This world NEEDS JESUS CHRIST!


SoulSurvivor
aka
Write of Passage
2021

Celeste turned her face to find Jace staring into it with an intensity that frightened her.

You're supposed to be looking at the stars, she said in a soft, tremulous voice

I am.

What do you mean? She asked, nonplussed.

His eyes made a journey 'round her face, lingering on her lower lip, then settled with a passionate firmness upon her eyes.

You still have no idea how beautiful you are, do you. How rare. How much a man would give to be your first. Your last...

She turned her face away from him. I know. $139 billion is a great incentive

He too her chin almost roughly in his grip and turned her face to look at him.

NO. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MONEY. You don't understand now. But you'd better learn, and quickly. Do you even comprehend your power? Your effect on men? At that birthday party. There was not one straight male (and even a few homosexuals, including women)who would not have bedded you with the speed of light. You were a smash hit. Even if you were from a Calcutta ghetto you would have been.
Jace looked away,, inhaled his next breath slowly through his nose, and let it out with great concentration.

You have precedents in history. Helen of Troy. Catherine the Great. Queen Elizabeth (?) of England.  Others. But none as BEAUTIFUL.  Yes. You'd better learn.

Celeste was shivering. Only slightly,  but he could see the tremors in her thighs, and it inflamed him to such a point he gave a low growl.

Go in the cabin now, little girl.  Lock & brace the door like I showed you. You're afraid. And you should be.  Very VERY  frightened. Because the way I'm feeling right now i might just kick that door in. I'll take all your flowers,  cup them up in my hand, draw them in to my face, bury my nostrils in their intoxicating, priceless perfume,  and crush them till EVERY PETAL FALLS.

Celeste ran.


Catherine jarvis

Psych-e-delic
******-phrenic
You are me and
I am you and
We are all together
See how we run
From a po-lice-man's gun
See how we die...
I'm tryyyy-ing

Sitting on a Cheeto
Waiting for The Men to come
Those big bad brutes
Lucy in a white suit - let's
See how the Jacket fits

I am the ape-man
I am the ape-man
I am the O-****
Threw-threw th' poo

Ketchup & mustard
Dripping from a
Po-po's ***.
Hee-hee-hee
**-**-**
Got-to-go
Got-to-go
See how they hie
Like pigs in a sty
See how it flows
I'm tryyy-ing.

Look at all the pretties
Lined-up-in-a-row
Sister Mary
Quite contrary
How does the
**** ****
Make manure
The scoop scoop
Make the garden grow?
I'm lyyy-ing

I am the ape-man
I am the ape-man
I am the O-****
Threw-threw the poo

8 arms a'flying
Tryin' to **** the Son
Watch how they ******
Watch how they catch
Ain't-it-fun?
Slithering along
Create a song
When-will-they-be-done?
Smokin' a ****
It's just WRONG

I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying


SoulSurvivor
4/10/2021

We're all in an ant farm
Ants doing what ants do
They March around
and feed king queen
They March around on cue
There those who March
to different drummer
But they are very few
They're ladybugs
Under the rugs
Living in a zoo.


The Ant Farm lives!
The ant farm lives!
They are everywhere!
The Ant Farm lives!
The ant farm lives!
They live without a care
Ladybugs are ruled by thugs
They live in despair.


Folks, you'd better listen
Listen to this rant!
If you want to live
(If you don't fit in you can't)
Ants wear armbands...
Whitehats
The UN wears the pants.
There's a pretty boy
Who does just as he wants
If you want to live
You'd better be an ANT!!

Chorus 2X

Rolled on the tounge
The seed we swallowed
From Earth
Was ground by futile teeth
The vacuum of our mouths
Chewed consigning
Our births
To our legacies.

Eat it and you will taste
The GMO wax fruit
Plastic in the bowels of Poseidon
Grimy factories rotting
In the Chinese
Wastelands
Chernobyl of an
Economic
Meltdown.

Taste the dew
Black oil pushed
From the pores of
Nephilim.

Taste the rain
Corrosive acid
Which is an analyte
Immeasurable
No components
Could be
Its equal in
Nihilism
Bringing not
Chaos
But
Complete
Annihilation.

Persephone forever in Hades
And a blasted Demeter.

THE END

He flew, child of stardust
                  in the image of gods
          a being that inspired
                  the Greeks to bring him to earth.
    Springing from the blood of Medusa
beheaded by Persius, the horse of
                    the wind blew as a feathery, incarnate zephyr
      to Bellerophon who attemted capture
                                  what was never
                                      meant to be tamed.

Bellerophon sought to
                  fly with the ethereal beauty...
    like the wax-winged
          Icarus who soared toward
                            Apollo's chariot - The SUN

More arrogant than even
                                Icarus, misguided fool,
            Bellerophon launched himself
                              on Pegasus' back toward
                                                the very STARS!

Like Icarus, he fell.

            Zeus made his wing'd stallion
                  a constellation in the firmament.

Now we make Pegasus a topiary.
                          what, do you suppose will
                                                Zeus do to US?

She rolled onto the stage
In spandex laced with studs
Electric guitars squealing
The same ol' worn out crud.

The drumbeats and the bongos
That thudding telltale beat
She knew she wasn't nothin'
But a screamin' piece of meat.

[Chorus]
The Music Man got holda her
Gripped her wild mane
With dreams of mansions on the hill
Dreams of wealth & fame.

There's so much more insida me!
So much more to art!
Got a Stratocaster body
And a plain ol' mandolin heart.

Then the music changed around
To a funky Kind of Blue
Her bassist & guitar men
Sported their tattoos.

She did not start out this way
No, she started small
In a little bluegrass band
Sayin' "come on back, y'all..."

[Chorus]

At the backstage party
She showed up but didn't stay
She was all smiles & wiles
Then just faded away.

She got in her Maserati
She left all alone
She said goodbye to no one...
She turned her wheels toward Home.

**Bridge:
She wanted to get lost in it
Forget her humble start
But the Hollywood music machines
Only tear apart
Now she longed for MORE than meals
Eaten a la carte
She broke the Stratocaster
Played her plain ol' mandolin heart.