Monday, 30 November 2009

0l' Pearl

She reaches out for love but it eludes her
He spits her out but not before he chews her
she blames herself for his mistake,
for giving him a belly ache
no wonder why she's feeling like a loser.

and then one day she noticed she was slipping
the mirror never lies, she wasn't tripping
within her empty eyes she saw
the wear and tear had worn her raw
and tears behind the veil of shame were dripping.

Standing in the dim light of the morning
In want of something more of an adorning
she lifted up her golden hair,
and smiled though no one else was there
and realized she'd never heard the warning.

No one ever spoke of inner beauty
though the boys around her said she was a cutie
Daddy always wore the pants
but never asked his girl to dance
she learned her moves from guys who loved her bootie.

Light music broke though silence of dead winter
Warm rays of sunshine thawed the ice within her
the local farmer loved his Lord
would never take, but could afford
and in his eyes, a pearl, and not a sinner.

She stands with him before the mirror now
her heart refreshed, she's seeing more somehow
the rounded apple of his eye
and no one else should wonder why
he bought the milk because he loved the cow!

Gina Morrone

Sunshine Girl

With a beaming smile that could warm the tile
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so I asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"

Well she seemed to like to talk
and I'd like to think I listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.

"Been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
and I asked her when he died and she said,
"Oh, I meant my leg".

So we stood there, well I stood there, and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's the hurry.
and if she's gonna get a peg.

"Maybe if I lose this weight~
Gotta get down to 220
trouble is, I love to eat.
I know it's not that funny."

"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband, lost the house
and gee I love to smoke"

"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air".

She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice, no children
and lived well within her means.

She talked about her childhood home
how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto the strawberry patch
and grew fruit the size of stool.

The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
but once fell into a vat.

no sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.

The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.

Of Terror and Tyranny -G Clair

What are the rules in the war against terror?
Did we foil their plans or was it simply their error?

How do we know when we've won the big fight?
Will they run for their lives? Raise a flag that is white?

Does someone announce when the suicide bombers
turn a blind eye to virgins, or whatever they're promised?

Can we sweeten the deal, make them an offer?
live belly dancers, free tickets, gold coffer?

What will it cost us to buy back a brain?
to turn a sick mind back to thinking again?

These 'holy warriors' choose death over reason
to back out on Jihad would sooner be treason

believing it's Allah that leads them to take
their own precious lives and far more is at stake

Those innocent victims we cannot defend
those caught in the crossfire of terror and friend

How can we justify, how will it look?
when all this is put in the history book

What have we gained by the loss of their lives
We kill for our cause, but the madness survives

We've stood up for freedom and bravely gone in
not once, but two times and then over again

The Jihad, and what not, and now look to Zion
where Jewish extremists hate the Almighty Lion

Terrorists plot for the end of the West
while we who are faithful are put to the test

What ought we do then, when challenged with threats
the further we dig, the hotter it gets

Over thirty four hundred have paid with their blood
not counting civilians, who've died in the mud

On innocent soil, the war will continue
If you think this will end, then the truth is not in you

to challenge our freedoms to peacefully dwell
will surely bring death, high water and hell

to live free of terror from tyrant and creep
of fear that our lives are not safe while we sleep

We all know George Washington stood in the boat
crossed over on Christmas, the enemy to smote

to take them by nightfall while drunken and dazed
the victory lingers, and we're still amazed

our cause was for freedom, and freedom was won
by might and by power, in the spirit of one

brave William Wallace raised up his men
to fight for their freedom, and won in the end

He built up their pride, and the love of their home
picked a fight with King, and thus ends this poem

Saturday, 28 November 2009

with you ( with you) - G Clair

looking back I couldn't see
 the storm clouds rising up inside me
here alone I've faced a darker day

hard to know where you begin just like the rain
you touched my skin and suddenly I'm drenched
and looking for a place to hide away

 with you ( with you)
 hide away with you ( with you)

take me back to where you're from
and dry me off beneath the sun
and speak to me the words which turn cold winters into summer

melt the ice within my heart please make it safe
and never part my life with you is so much more
 than what it was, a bummer

 with you (with you)
summer fun with you (with you)

Clouds move in and storms roll past
the darkness comes but never lasts
and through it all the Lord, our closest friend

First and Last, He's still the same and
trusting in His Holy Name
He's sure to bring us sunshine in the end

 with you (with you)
in the end with you (with you)

very very very much so

Friday, 27 November 2009

The Self Help Cure

I saw Him first or He saw me
and fear struck lonely in the knee
and I did stumble, but then caught
compose yourself', the guru taught

Still the urge to run and hide
lest someone see what lacks inside
I took six steps and then back three
this war between self-help and me

and he took nine from where he stood
the other way, but that was good
the farther off, the less the chance
that lonely would be asked to dance

Now hidden in the second aisle
my strength returned and I could smile
and feel the heat come to my face
and as I looked, my heart did race

For he too lingered in this aisle
the other end and for a while
perusing through the magazines
should I be wondering what this means?

I tried to think but drew a blank
what to do, then my heart sank
around the corner came his wife
with 4 small children, yes, his life

Of course, you fool, you can't be thinking
everything that tics is winking
stop the nonsense, drop the strife
count your blessings, get a life

Bound by lonely? Just get free
kick it in the other knee
get a dog and take it out
and don't forget, you're kind of stout

Lose the weight and get some style
feeling fat? An extra mile!
take your self-help to the bank
get some money, fill the tank

Bring your fear out for the ride
drop it off the other side
fear found lonely in the brew
Find yourself and lose those two

don't be waiting on the show
'cause when it's meant to be you'll know
Pack a bag and take a few
drive all night to somewhere new

but self-help, where we going to?
time is short, you cannot stew
but why the running, why the haste?
Why, can't you see? Your life's a waste!

trying all this new advice
I'm on the rocks, please hold the ice
i just can't fix these strange new drinks
and I don't care what that one thinks

I took that ride out to the cliff
and if's that's true, then what's the diff?
I've spent a lot of time on these
and burned my eyes right down to peas

And so I opened up the door
and took the books out, from the floor
and THREW them off the cliff that day
dust to dust or come what may!

To the woods, from whens you came
before your words would cause me shame!
before they bound you into books
and scarred your spine with fonts and looks!

you had no say in what was done
but someone gained a pretty sum
and all well meaning, surely so
but in the end, a heavy snow

And spring has come, and all things new
I'll try not to remember you
but hope to God that come the thaw
I'll not be sought out by the law

for dumping is illegal here
and though my conscience, fairly clear
at least I saved another soul
from thinking self-help makes you whole

when life is just one smaller part
of whats to come, what's in the heart
and how you act and what you do
the evidence of what's in you

As human being, we tire and fall
and need the strength of someone tall
but not a man, a loving God
who knows just how our feet are shod.

who wore our shoes and walked behind
who bore the sin of all mankind
and took the beating for the worst
the ones who hated, those who cursed

And asks us just to trust in Him
to wash the stain of human sin
to let Him carry, be the Lord
a Savior we can all afford

Whose perfect Love cast's out the fear
the lonely hearts club band is near
and knows the pain, he's led the herds
he wrote the music and the words

the sheep can't really help themselves
though self-help books have filled my shelves
but when I trusted Jesus Christ
he gave me more, the BEST ADVICE!

Gina Morrone

Wednesday, 25 November 2009



your'e the queena
my cold morning
Sweet Farina
Cream of Wheat without adorning
and no one makes it like my mom
who has a knack
for food transforming
she melts the butter in a lake
and the mountains are so warming

Semolina, Semolina,
Semolina I love you

Sweet Wheatina
how you stick with me
all morning
in the steama
from the pot
us kids were swarming
and we loved the one who
got us up
and sent us bundled off
to school
well you made us feel
much happier
since the lunch was not as cool

My Semolina
I love you

well you're the queena
my cold morning
and i do dreama
bout how far you came
to warm me
cause your the creama
all the crops
that are grown
out in Italy
and I'm thankin' God for
every grain that came
from you to me.

Semolina, I love you
Semolina, I love you

"Wheatina and Cream of Wheat
From the box, water sugar, salt, butter
Warm, delicious and simple with a large chunk of butter melting on top. Always perfect. The wheatina was taken a bit sweet and the cream of wheat was always buttery and salty. Nothing fancy, no dried or fresh fruit ever came near of these breakfasts."

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

Five Minute Oats- G Clair


Pacing the floor
in the middle of this
watching the kettle
'til steam starts to hiss
A strange fascination
we have with the bliss
with nothing behind us
but one heated kiss.

Underneath an umbrella
I stand in the rain
and wait on the platform
for the 6 O'clock train
well you never quite hold me
and I rarely complain
and soaked with frustration
I walk home again.

We bid for each other
in some Chinese auction
and you got the booby
one mixed up concoction
we checked out our prizes
at a much closer range
What were we thinking
and can we exchange?

And without any memories
to dry up the tears
we long for the fire
and the comfort of years
but it's just one more lesson,
a good one we learned.
the slow-cooker is better
and we're less often burned.

And then as I ponder
you come in the door
I smile at your tired eyes
and looking for more
I stir up the pot
as you take off your Totes
and you ask me to make
you some 5-Minute Oats.

"I made em already"~
to warm up your cockles
the seat of your heart
and without the debacles
I sensed that the cold rain
would stir the desire
so I whipped up a batch
and rekindled the fire.

And inspite of my rambling
it seems rather clear
that 5-Minute oats
can mean something more dear
it's that person who waits
in your kitchen above
stirring 5 Minute oats
into passionate love.

Saturday, 21 November 2009

Magicult- G-Clair

Oh how I would love to see
from where you stand, that part of me
which clung to all you said and all you do
the part which made me buy a chance
to hear the truth, I'll need to dance
around the words you speak which can't come true.

Words not spoken, never mind
this heart was broken but I find
that sometimes people fall when hope is due
needing God? well here's a man
with promises, just take his hand
he'll show you things no one can see but you.

Magicult, you've got a plan
to mesmerize the simple man
convinced that you have something we should see
Tell us all what we must do
to glimpse the place, first pay our due
and never mind the bible, pay the fee!

Get their minds to turn against
their Only Hope, if on the fence
be sure to make it hard, they want to earn it
The One who paid, right here on Earth
was Jesus Christ, his virgin birth
the Gift of God, the Cross, you want to burn it

Back in time, and filled with strife
for want of something more in life
something more to fill me than religion
I listened to a man who said
he knew a better way and led
me into some dark hole, much like a pigeon.

And then one day, when forced to eat
discarded crumbs upon the street
I saw my own reflection in a pool
a shell of what I'd been before
not filled, but empty to the core
and lowering my eyes, I said, "you fool"

To coin a phrase, deceived is he
who makes his life a mystery
apart from what is seen, he has a way
and it seems right and it seems good
but deeper in the neighborhood
of witchcraft which will only lead astray.

Believing on a gift of Love,
which turns a dead bird to a dove
'cause hearing of The Truth, transcends the soul
nourishing the man within,
it purges out the lies of men
His burden, light and easy, made me whole.

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Uncle John's Story - G Clair

My sister's brother in law, John (Uncle John to you), is a gifted conversationalist and story teller. We also know he loves to read and has amazing retention of information. Uncle John is also an entertainer, the natural Master of ceremonies, and a musician, as well as the Lucky Charms Leprechaun come to life on St. Paddy's Day. At a recent ceremony commemorating his brother, Master Chief Charles Farrell's retirement from the Coast Guard, we all had the pleasure of hearing Uncle John recite a passage from, uh, I can't recall... but whatever he was reading, Uncle John held the crowd captive. He might has well have been reciting Shakespeare. Who knew? I thought about Uncle John, his talents and how a couple of years back, he had recounted a few tales of his youth; growing up on the Jersey Shore in the late '60s, early '70s.


He's Uncle John to you, but John to the rest of us
Got a way of telling stories without the fanfare or the fuss
He can jump into any conversation, has a lot of stuff to say
and every bit is interesting 'cause that always been John's way.

There was one about his summer job before 1970,
paid to push a Swan-shaped boat off a dock in Asbury
With a grapple hook on a ten foot pole, or something of that sort
well he'd push 'em out and pull 'em in wasn't doing it for sport~
The same guy who owned the swan boats, tunneled love across the way
twice a week John worked the darkness, but preferred the light of day.

Played rhythm at the Upstage in band called 'Cory' later
workin' Perkins in West Belmar, took the name from the percolator
Around that time he grew his hair out, it was like an Afro-sheen
mistaken for Tinker, a surfboard chinker and drummer with Springsteen.

Cruisin' down around Brookdale in his '39 LaSalle
Met 'Stinky' Tink at Thompson Park, where he was singing with his pal
Hey John, you look like Tinker,

but now you favor Gere
a live ringer for Mike Richards,
and don't forget DeNir-

Oh, if you can't remember anything from 40 years ago
just ask your Uncle John who knows the time in Tokyo.

Friday, 13 November 2009

Big A Rocker

Plopped down in the rocking chair in a mix of joy and gloom
the memories come flooding back, my sweet old childhood room
no doubt it's been my resting place since life had dealt hard blows
unable to keep up with the pace, sometimes that's how it goes.

Moved back home last summer, the only place for sure
could offer me some comfort, and a quick financial cure.
She said you can take your old room, or sleep in the garage
that room is cold and drafy, got my ego to massage.

and in that room a rocker, like a granny before my time
I'd sit and read and sip on gingerale, coke, lemon and lime.
Eyes are tired, mind is wired, I know it's getting late
I throw the switch and in the dark I'm back to being eight.

I suppose that worry burrows, deep within the genes
'cause I would lie and comtemplate the most disturbing scenes.
I'd worry about a robber, and double check the locks
or catching double pneumonia, and always wore my socks.

I'd worry about a bad man, and check under the bed
about a fire breaking out and everything else I dread.
and as a child, that simple prayer, we recite each night
it added to the trauma, for it filled me with such fright.

"If I should die before I wake", now scared that I was dyin'
"I pray the Lord my soul to take." , and THAT should stop my cryin'?
"If I should live another day, I pray the Lord to guide my way"
And guide He did, but I did stray and wound up in this room today.

The truest test of character, not money or allure
but how you act and what you do in secret when you're poor.
Sometimes you're feeling downright spent, and think you'll fall apart
it's hard to grasp the gift, to see the ending from the start.

Sometimes you need to get some sleep or eat, and have some wine,
other times you're reaching out to someone on the line.
But even through the worst of it when to God I drunken dialed
The Lord, He taught me once again to trust Him like a child.

Now I'm grateful just to sit on mom's fine throne of wicker
Gotten past the worst of it, but wait here is the kicker:
Taking the backroads home one day I drove by a mountain of junk
mostly discarded furniture and someone's stinkin' trunk.

But wedged between a credenza and unwanted Christmas cheer
an antique wide-assed rocker, wired to rock away fear.
With the same determination, as if salvaging a soul
I forced that rocker in my car,where there's a will's a hole.

And one day when I am ready, and fit for moving on
Gonna find a warm place, and beaming with grace
set that rocker in the sun
And If you need sedating, to talk with someone dear,
my rocker will be waiting, with a seat to fit your rear!

( I finally did refinish that big assed rocker and again it waits in storage for my next home)

the joy of socks - G Clair

Not to be the only one who feels
that it's important
to keep your shirt on
to keep your patience
of this I'm certain
with understanding
in quiet waters
are sunken

Catching wind of something that you said
I'm quite relieved that
you are the type who
can see the end from
a rough beginning
and in forgiving
you make it clear
that there's no
fear in

Letting go of all that is behind
we can be freed from
old silly notions
wasted emotions
vain devotions
useless worries
about a future
and of all

Reaching out for something that is good
and latching onto
discarded socks you
were thinking 'clearly
they don't deserve you'
but still you serve so
it will continue
and you will
never be

Thursday, 12 November 2009

BT's Perfect Storm- "The Woman's Affliction"

(The ponderings of guest writer BT. I choose the illustrations around here.)

While driving to Pathmark to pick up some provisions I was hit with some thoughts that though not poem worthy(for now atleast), still notable.

As I drove down Durham Rd. I glanced over my left shoulder. And behold, there he was. The great betrayer. Mr. F. Moon in all his radiant glory. The one who is to inspire romance. Who songs have been written about. That, for the exception or werewolves, is something to anticipate. Little would I know he would play a part in determing the outcome of my relationship with my love.

Then I pondered the effects of PMS, perimenopause, and the very existence of hormones altogether. I already knew that I was woefully inept in dealing with the outward signs of the female affliction. So inept. Then, as if I wasn't already at a handicap, the two conditions conspired against me. I never saw it coming. Never had a chance.

I wish that I was smarter, wiser, calmer, stronger, kinder, patient, loving, etc. Sounds like the makings of a fruit(of the Spirit) salad.

Another thought was about my own life. The sense of loss. That it seems to be a series of short term gains in the midst of long term heartaches and losses. A feeling that nothing has changed since my youth. And if that is the case, wishing I could give up the ghost and go home. But alas, that is not my choice. So how long this time? When will I feel normal again? Not even looking for the next short term gain. Just normalacy. No more hope deferred. Peace.

Friday, 6 November 2009

Heart Gallery

Caught a glimmer of joy in your eyes, 'twas so cold
as I sat on that bus, you were smiling,
though the memory's quite old, and the shimmer has dulled
it's a full color, framed, out of filing.

Sepia pictures more often I hold
old negatives covered in grime
it's a shame, though fortold, that we're all growing old
with limited space and less time.

The clock on wall tells me just where I stand
and it's chime brings the heartache of doom
the seconds tick by, and I can't help but cry
in the heart of my hearts old dark room.

Despite all the charm my countenance exudes,
these tattered old blinds can't conceal
soft light filters truth from my cheap platitudes
and the good from the dark stuff I feel.

Thought about leaving this filth covered tomb
take the best of my memories with me
better to clean up than run from this room
keep the babe for the bath water's free.

Watching my step, I tread deep within
without the desire to save face
gaze up at a skin, done by guilt of that sin
in the light of God's Love and sweet Grace.

To break from this nasty cold miserable cave
let go of the sadness and gloom
forgiveness unlocks the door of the grave
and there's nothing left here to exhume.

Welcome, my friend, yes it's been quite a while
since we've bathed in the sun and run free
got a mind for preserving your beautiful smile
in my state of the heart gallery!

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Mr. F Moon - G Clair ( for BT)

Just follow the bouncing ball.(1- 2- 3- 4- 1- 2)
Hey Mr. Moon (badunt dunt dunt)
shine a light on all of our blues (badunt dunt dunt)
we passed around the bottle of gueze (badunt dunt dunt)
while lookin' down at skuffied up shoes (badunt dunt dunt dunt dadee)

hey Mr. Moon-(badunt dunt dunt)
your gettin' on my hormonal rythym, my chemi hemi-spheri-cal schizm
reacting to your lunar deluge

so strike up the band (badunt dunt)
won't ya shine a light on all of us crazies
we love you 'cause your foolish and lazy
and you do it for attention and news(badunt dun dun, dumpedy dun)

::well your the orchestrated leader
of the criminally insane
and the bona fide heater
of the hearts on lovers lane
and what's it to ya anyway
just what all do ya gain
when ya push the tides around
and do a number on my brain::

Mr. Moon! (badunt dunt dunt)
I hope you come around real soon ( dadunt dunt dunt)
I'll try to write a song for the sun ( badunt dunt dunt)
who keeps a dark old rock in his fun ( badunt dunt dunt duntety)

Mr. Fool Moon ( Budunt dunt) un-
aware that you're a pain in my rump (badunt dunt)
keep the rhythym 'til we're over hump~(badunt dunt)
'cuz you know I like the light of your lump ( badunt dunt dunt bumpety oh)

Mr. Moon i love you,
Mr. Moon i love you,
Mr. Moon
i love you,
Mr. Moon.
Gueze (gooze): Beer term for a blend of young and old lambics.

which by the way, ryhymes with Iambic pentameter:

with all I am

Monday, 2 November 2009

Pondering Religion and Politics/ Religious War on America- G Clair

Pride, like a river before a great fall
flows swiftly like thunder to crash down a wall
the heart is rebellious and easily sways
when drawn from the path, corrupt in it's ways
for evil was present before there was light
to kill and destroy is it's only delight

When Light overcomes it, the darkness can't stay
but still, in some hearts it's dark anyway
this is the world and this is the steeple
and these plans were made without asking the people
And then from our pews, seems like something had died
or maybe ignited, don’t know, you decide
A peace-loving nation come hell or high water
'til freedoms were challenged, the fire grew hotter
extremists offending extremely can bring
an unprepared nation to most anything

A paranoid nation with anger and fear
not knowing our enemy lurking so near
With nine-one-one burned in our souls we were shocky
our leader like most, at the start seemed quite cocky
War books will speak then of fortunes and fools
of defense and offense, but where are the rules?
Believing our God is the True One who saves
but what does He say about kings in their graves?
Does the God that we're claiming to trust on our money
have a plan for the end can it ever be funny?

The Word says to pray for God's got a plan
will He fix all the messes or mess up the man?
Look to the bible within it are books
history lessons with good guys and crooks
Where Wisdom and Truth are present with power
the Word speaks today and right up to this hour
The King of the world was crazy with pride
Nebuchadnezzar was fit to be tied
Read it in Daniel, the last days are near
but don't be too quick to be crippled with fear

Daniel knew well of his God, the big G
the One and the Only forever is He.
Finding God's favor while serving this king
Faithful obedience, blessing will bring
And how does that lesson apply to today
The Same God forever, what does He say?
He's not about killing the lost infidel
but bringing salvation from certainly Hell
Through one act of God and nothing from man
came down from heaven and finished His plan
Reopened the 'gates', settled the score
Forever "I AM" not mad anymore

Forgiving ALL sin with the simplest prayer
from the heart that is aching for wholeness in there
Weakness! A Crutch! Pathetic are you!
ironic from those who can't offer a clue
Speak for yourself! I've 'oft heard it said
we're Godless but gracious, without any dread
No pressure from heaven, you're free to decide
if you think long enough, you might save your own hide
So when will this end? Can it ever be over
ask peace-loving poets who daydream in clover

ethereal pondering not here my goal
my noggins a noddin', it's taken a toll
But where should America stand in this war?
The best-est defense is to even the score?
Whatever our forefathers meant for this nation
whatever intentions with God's affirmation
without a strong faith and fear of the Lord
we'll bind up our wounds, but fall on the Sword

I Do ( Nobody's Beer Drinking Song)- G Clair

Tending to things that don't matter that much
wasting my time watching TV and such
spending my money on folly and shame
don't point at me 'cause your doin' the same

Waiting on something that's bigger than this
cleared away cobwebs and cut through the mist
made up my mind that I'm staying alone
I keep to myself for I'm all that I own

and I need someone to tell me
it's gonna be alright
and I want someone to lead me
out through the dark of this night
i do...yeah I do

paying the bills that are up to your chin
Wait for the day when your ship will come in
keep even-keeled in the worst of the gales
but climbing the stairs takes the wind from your sails

So you work until five then it's time for a beer
month after month turns to year after year
Thinking that maybe there's some other way
taking a risk could mean falling away

and you need someone to tell you
it's gonna be alright
and you want someone to lead you
out through the dark of this night
you do...yeah you do

Well nothing is really new under the sun
we've taken a look but not turned to the One
why all the bitterness I can not say
pride in our lives chose the ignorant way

But we all need someone to tell us
it's gonna be alright
and we all
need someone to lead us out through the dark
and the dread of this horrible night
(dong, ding, dong)
the dark of this terrible night
We do.

Strange how this song sort of wrote itself a couple of years back, as I was still affected after watching an old black and white Orson Wells movie " The Stranger" in which he plays a Nazi general, Franz Klammer (I think it was). Klammer had escaped the war crime trials and fled to America with a new identity. He had taken a job as a professor in some Ivy League College in New England. The detective who is investigating the fugitive is played by Edward G. Robinson. Franz is eventually found out but not before marrying the daughter (Loretta Young), of some VIP at the college. Franz has an obsession with clocks and the movie revolves around this fixing the clock tower of an old church on campus. You watch as his life begins to unravel, the truth becoming evident, as he sinks to murder in a frantic attempt to keep his secret. He winds up confessing to his wife, but with a growing suspicion is plotting her murder as well. Not unexpectedly, the movie comes to a climax as Franz is confronted and the truth is revealed in clock tower, in the dark of night, and just as the clock is repaired. There is a scuffle between Franz and the police in the tower, and as the news breaks to the towns people, they gather at the foot of the chuch, while Franz, in an attempt to escape is shot and impaled on the sword of a life-sized bronzed figure, which encircles the clock at the top of the hour.

Pretty graphic for that time. Very dark and eerie. My lyrics aren't really about the movie at all, but maybe more about being a victim of your own stupid choices, feeling imprisoned and needing some hope and guidance, comfort, love, trust...a light at the end of the tunnel. I believe that Jesus is the light in the darkness, the Way, the Truth, but I think we need to have a sensitivity to those who are still lost in the search for peace and acceptance. Anyway. I've got a lot of words here. I do. Must be the full moon. G'night.

A Fish's Tale- G Clair

Something struck me out of the blue
and cut my dorsal fin
worst pain, I'd say I ever knew
guess it's due for mess I'm in

Thankfully, I am just fine
next time I'll be more careful
and watch out for the fisherman's line
and try to be more prayerful

This one's not that into fish
though fish he did one night
caught me hanging out beside
the boat, to my delight.

"Would you just consider
spending time with me today?
I've got a lot here on my mind but
got some time to play."

So play we did and had a ball
the fisherman and I,
must say though, along the way
the man, he caught my eye.

He shared a couple of tales
that I could scarce believe
a women who had landed that old
heart upon on his sleeve.

Before the sun had set
I felt a certain sting of pain
"If you were not a fish", he said,
I'd take you out again".

"I do appreciate the thought"
and entertained the notion,
"so put me in some salt water here
or jump in to my ocean."

"I get a funny feeling",
said the fisherman to me,
"that if I were- to take you out,
you'd really miss the sea."

been hooked perhaps a dozen times
and thrown back in the water
but suddenly I understood,
delivered from sure slaughter.

"I've got your number, fisherman
and thank you for your time
upon my scales I've weighed your heart
and came up with a rhyme.

"The sunset's sweet and lures you, man
into that fishy stupor
but you're just a fast food junkie
and will never taste my grouper."

And with that I swam away.

Sunday, 1 November 2009

me too

the neighborhood play- G Clair

when you're out in the field
want to go for the double
just throw to first base
and without any trouble
the guy who is running
to second is out
though you side stepped that base
and the umpire did shout
the rules are the rules
but not in this case
with the neighborhood play
you can throw to first base.


Uncle Rumpkin- G Clair

(To the tune of " If I Only Had A Brain")

Well they call me Uncle Rumpkin
my body's just a pumpkin
my nose
the pointed core~
with a smile
I deliver
warm you up
when you shiver
if you leave me on the floor

well my face is close to human
my teeth can almost chew men
but I'm not
that kind of dude~
in the end
when our eyes meet
you will see
who's the pie's meat
when they're servin' up the food

and I..
would rather die..
a broken shell smashed in the street..
to be a trick, over a treat
for all your kin..
who'd rather eat..

well I'm not a nasty fellow
in fact I'm rather mellow
my face was carved for sport
on the porch, Jack-0-lanterns!
grab a torch, 'fore the man turns
and we're churned into a tort!