Star Dust

And they told her

Love was supposed to hurt

And so she accepts the pain

And they told us we were made of star stuff

But then they showed us stars burning out …

And so she accepted the disappointment

And I wondered

If anyone ever told us …

If I ever told you

So I’m going to tell you

If she’s not having fun

If she’s not in to it

Then it’s not cool

But if you love her

And read her like Brail

Making poetry from the

Lines of her body

In the light

If you make a safe space for her

To open up

She will come undone

And she will burn with a fire

And a heat so high

It will fill all the hours

And

It will bring stars back to life

And you

You will be useless for anyone else

Because she will have you

body and soul…

But keep in mind

This Love is rare

And it has been said that only gods make love with a love like that

The love of a woman

Lately

Her green eyes turned blue

She was tangled

Up in you

She changed herself

Tried to

Make herself just like you wanted

And you were supposed to make her safe

Be a safe space

But you wanted

Her to be like you wanted her to

And I poured her coffee

And everyone that meets her

Can’t help but fall in love with her

And her hair is still the same

And her tongue is still foul

And she still

Isn’t just like you wanted

You know

The first time

We entered space

And they looked back

On earth

Realized just how insignificant we really are

That’s what I felt

The day I saw you

Across the room

Everything else

Just faded

And her green eyes turned three shades of blue

And she’s tangled up in you

Love her her right

Love her true

Whether you know it or not

You’re insignificant

On your own

And she’s everything

Everything to you …

Mother Earth

How do you write the blues

Mother Earth is blue

Her sky is green

Her heart is yellow

She has a rage

How much time does it take mother to grow up?

How much time mother before I am old?

Before my eyes turn black and my hair turns grey?

Mother Earth

She will kick the dust

She will throw her fists of rage

She is coming down the highway

Her breath like a train

On the mainline

How much time mother?

All the air in the sky is gone …

How much time

Before I become a man

And know what every man knows…

3 minutes or less…

Storms

She makes storms

Out of hours

She makes deserts

Cry out for rain

She makes winter

Pray for summer

But she’s been a friend to me

Her fist have always been Clinched

Her hair has always been red

Her lips have always been red

She’s the realest thing

I’ve ever known

And I’d stand

Out every winter

Just hoping for a look from her

She keeps me happy

And she went down to New Orleans

And bewitched the devil

And she fights

The ghost

She loves the most

But you might not see it

And her fist

Have always been Clinched

And

She’s always been red

But she’s always been real

To me

(Written and performed tonight at 33)

Sunday Morning

1

I had a hellhound on my trail

I didn’t see any light ahead

And I think

We all have different angels and we all have different demons inside of us

And I believe we have different soulmates …

2

Lady,

Lady,

I want you to know

You’ve been a saving grace,

Whatever we are

Our blood boils at the same temperature

And whatever we become

I think my eyes will always find you across the room

And I will remember

The hellhound on my trail –

And I hope you know –

You saved my soul

And all that I’ve become –

And sometimes

I believe

Every Sunday

You’re the warmest thing

In this room

Strange Things

Strange things

happening here

Right outside my door

shots ring out in the valley

Where has my youth gone?

II

There in the road

You see the dreams we had as children

There’s a boy over there

With gravel in his hair

Ghosts in his eyes

And the winter

Comes in

From the gap in the window

And the river slowly fills

The bucket under the sink

III

She says she doesn’t dream

But she’s been whispering in her sleep and we both know we’ve changed

IV

We can’t go back but oh, it won’t let go

Even after you grow old

Or did they forget to tell you?

V

and there’s a girl over there

She’s a silk question mark

She doesn’t double speak

But every beautiful thing comes from some kind of pain

And it’s a long hard fall

But walk with her a while

In her garden

She will carry you

And it’s the world in her eyes

It’s the electricity in her lips

She’s dark energy

She’s the space between the chords of the blues

Shes my rescue

She’s my rescue

Strange things happening here

She’s standing at my door

Bones

I

We are all different but equal

We are all different but equal

We are all different but equal

(Mic drops)

I’m tired of born this way

Forget that

What happened to

I made my way

Dug my self out of the grave

I write to kill

I kill to write

Welcome to the middle of no where

I don’t know about the west side

The south side

I saw a man living on a bus

He had a 17 year old wife

I was 13

I didn’t even realize what I was seeing

II

Tell me again about the new IPhone

I’ll tell you about waiting for dial up

These kids these days

Not even a fear of The Draft hanging over them

It’s been iPhone and apples in their hand since the age of conception

Can’t even imagine them storming beaches or taking anything from anyone unless it’s their parents.

III

Smoke

And ash

Rising from these wasted years spent on ambitious less youth

God spoke and put flesh on

Dead bones

And

Jeff Beck came back just to save rock and roll

I saw a veteran cry as he talked about D Day…

I saw a Veteran get angry when he was asked about Vietnam …

When was the last time we got back to basics

Back to business

Make something

Create something

We are all somebody from somewhere

We have a story to tell

A past to burn

Don’t feed it

Don’t suppress it

You made your way

It’s tangled up in you

Like the bloodline that commits suicide before the age of 35

What have you got to do?

What else is left to lose?

I’ll tell you the truth

From the shot glass

Of my minds eye

Hold yourself together

You’re doing fine

You know mother

We all

Are going to be alright.

Sobering Stone

She said,

I think

we all have decisions

We eventually regret

And I think,

the worst pain,

Is realising

You’ve become someone you love’s regret,

She said she could see it in his face where once there was love, and he was pouring the coffee down the sink, now there was only regret…

And

It’s a hard,

Hard fall from grace…

But it’s a rock solid sobering stone.

RBG

I wonder what the courtroom felt

When Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg first appeared on the scene

This quiet

Non threatening little woman

Who, case by case

Continued returning

Representing men

And women

And explaining

That equality is better for everyone

there were

Over three thousand

Laws

On the books

Holding women down

Like a boot on the back of the neck

Or a hand against the chest

A man is the owner of his domaine and a woman

Is much like property

Men cannot be homemakers

Because that’s meant for women

Women can be fired for being pregnant

“She’s just lucky we allow her to be here at all …”

I know we are not what we were

But like so much analog static

We’ve rushed past it all

In the digital age

I knew a woman who got fired up every time

There was an election

And she would remind me

That when she was young and beautiful

She couldn’t vote

If her husband left her

He got everything

She was just property

If she was wealthy

When they got married

It became his

If he moved she had to go with him

I wonder if we recognize

We’re crossing over old bridges

Our hands are shaking

Over ghosts

And battles that have already been won

And

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry that there are always

Receipts for everything we’ve given you

I’m sorry that equality and your right to vote

Hasn’t been added to the constitution

They’re still holding the receipts

To legislations considering the refund….

Legislations can be repealed it can be altered …

And I’m sorry

That no matter how much we plan for a family

There are 25 men

Somewhere

Fist bumping

And making those decisions for us

I wonder if my arms are enough to quiet the echo

I wonder

If you still hear the laughter

And cutting twist of the knife

“Go back to where you belong

Shhhh stop overreacting

It will all pan out.”

Remember,

Progress is made

One step at a time

One battle at a time

One step forward, three steps back

We’ve been here before

We know how the punches are thrown

We’ve got the scars to prove it ….

Photo origin Ethan Bethune

The Rising

Careful the way

You walk in a room

You know everyone is always looking at you ‘

Careful

The clothes you wear

The words you say

You’re damned if you don’t

Damned if you do

And I can’t think

Of a single law on the books

To tell me

A man what to do with my body

So it’s easy for me

To go after the things I like

I wonder

Why

We attack the women in our lives

And make them feel like a red lined test

A book report that failed

I want her to feel like more

I want her to feel open

I want her to feel strong

It was her independence that made me fall in love

Why would I want her to change now?

I’ve lost track of how far we’ve come

But

I know there’s a silence

Men everywhere

and she’s thinking

Is he with me just for my body?

The comfort my skin allows?

And we try

But no matter what we decide

There’s 25 men out there deciding for me

This is about our privacy

Our ability to plan out our lives

May she feel my arms around her

May she feel safe here tonight

The sky is black

The air is cold

She’s damned if she does

She’s damned if she don’t

Come on up tonight

Come on

We are here

We are one

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