Oh Homey!
With your saxamaphone
Public blaring on your trumpetino
Blowing disconnected tones
All those brassy soons
Hooked after being crassly booked
All those rooks and elected baboons
Mired spin doctors and trumped up aides
Conspiring with all that other fake news
Such flashy minnows and mermaids
Uninspired midst a myriad of pedestrian clues
Misguided avenues so badly cloned
All those stoned mad hatters and ringers
Dangling atop every propped up flag pole
Conscripted singers and wishful bringers
Misdirected politics lacking any realistic soul
Wall bangers seined and netted from a shallow sea
All those bloated tiresome buyers and liars
Standing proud amongst milling crowds of willing town criers
See!
This is how it`s got to be
If you`re not on the big band side
Then you`re not with me
Or so they say
Wringing their hands with macho glee
Towering grand stands sadly painted grey
Trying freedom and unpopular reprisals
Difficulty to even badly float
Sadly an artificial moat disguised as a flagrant plastic sea
Our artificial world's gone crazy with all this mad invention
Flopping out of a maze of petro hell and rabbit holes
Copping out with all those rich rabbits and crazy convention
Our top planet is so seriously sad now
With all these destructive habits
All our good hopes and dreams
Seem to be sinking into stink holes
Somehow the masses find themselves mired and lost
So many lives nothing but a primal scream
Plus the grimy poor get poorer
Still the filthy rich get richer
Rich time and poor tempo
Rhythmically bitter and so out of tune
Addressed by all this worldly glitter
Boasting the caressing sun wakes up
Redressing the earth with a rueful roar
Confessing to one more innocent moon
Misty swooning with all those system secrets
Soon to be more mysterious horror
Rank political winter
Listing with frank intention
Bent on nucleonic frost
Moaning over unrelenting seasons
Unreasonably birthed
Far beyond humanity's tragic core
Homey and that flash big band
Play on at any cost
.

Don't cry for soldiers,
Gone off to war,
Cry for lost peace,
Gone off the rails,
Reeling into the depths of hell,
Chasms where light fails to reach the world,
Wrenched from sweet dreams,
Entrenched in some recurring nightmare,
Phantasmagoria dreaded by all soldiers,
Fantasy bloodied and wounded by the rocky wayside,
Don't cry for fallen soldiers,
Uniformly they had their chosen day,
Marching off to uninformed war,
Starched flags with crude stars and bloody stripes,
Then the ruddy war is over,
Pools of dried blood thick on battlefields,
Like lost love never completely draining away,
Frosty phantoms lingering in every evening mist,
Expunging costly sanity,
Still there revels cruel hate and rigid gravity,
Canyons carved with foolish dimension,
Layer upon ghoulish sedimentary layer,
Eroding history into the encrusted earth,
Tattooing destiny upon our fussing souls,
Sometimes we must be leathery and patient,
Waiting for another weathering thousand years,
Lifetime after patent lifetime,
Egos searching for some repentant soul mate,
Will we find them wretched and laying dead on some battlefield?
Shall we discover they are slain along with peace and haven't been reborn?
Perhaps lovely armistice will invent a fantasy for each one of us,
Breaching beyond the perils of fantastic war,
Reaching beyond feral wounds and tonal scars,
Perhaps where perfumed dreams and tears of joy prevail,
That incensed place where we don't cry for fallen soldiers,
Because commensurate love has won over greedy war,
Remarkable love with its sharp fiery sword,
Piercing the black excessive night,
Progressive light entering once again,
Pondering and responding to flighty peace,
Rephrasing and reshaping bloodied land,
Ragged passion handed to our bleeding hearts,
Wringing compassion out of love for each of us,
Empathy like all that rich and innocent blood,
Spilled fashionably as war won the tough day,
While rills of soldier's tears wash over every rough and broken road,
Cleansing tokens where frill words and trill love were truly not enough.